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Nicki stared out of the window looking at the sky. It was bleak outside - a faint blue sky covered with grey clouds, a view that she'd grown used to in the past months. Her dark black hair rested just below her lipstick covered lips in thick curls that she had tied up. Her makeup was simple but that didn't matter. She wasn't going anywhere. She felt her mind drift somewhere it hadn't been before and she rested her hand under her chin.

Inhaling the faint floral scents rising up from the diffuser she decided to crack open the window. The hotel room reeked of guilt, but not the usual kind of guilt you get after sleeping with a married man. It was the guilt of wanting more than sex - not from him but from someone. She had never been one to indulge in romance or love. But after so long of being someone's escape from their marriage she found herself longing for someone she could escape with. He was gone now and she was alone.

She felt a lump lodge in her throat. This mans wife thought she'd found her "person" and now she was sleeping with him. Nicki felt guilty as if she was the reason he cheated. His wife was in love with the man she was having sex with. He wasn't the faithful man that had promised vows. He was a cheat - a scumbag. Nicki usually tried not to get involved in the business of others - it wasn't important to her. For all she knew it could be part of some elaborate fantasy of his wife where they were swingers. And yet Nicki found herself on the balcony wondering what his wife would think of her.

The balcony was her favourite place, it was warm and had a view of the grey and sometimes suffocating city. She didn't plan to leave the hotel. She would just sit out on the balcony while housekeeping did their job. Taking a deep breath, she let the warm Texan heat envelop her. The heat was overshadowed by the clouds which weighed on her shoulders. She took in another breath letting her mind linger as she rolled the blunt.

She inhaled again before she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in" she yelled keeping her eyes on the view. She'd left the door unlocked expecting housekeeping who usually came around this time.

She didn't bother putting the blunt down or trying to hide it. Most of the ladies smoked anyway. It came to be expected. Onika was smoking for inspiration, they were smoking for peace. She hoped they didn't envy her for being technically unemployed and living in the hotel they cleaned. She wondered if they knew what was going on - they had to. Onika knew how women spoke. She could sometimes feel the judgement radiating off of their uniforms - but she preferred to be judged than envied so she held her head high regardless. Envy never did anyone any good. But it wasn't prostitution. She wouldn't have disagreed if someone called it sex work but not prostitution. He was paying for her company. She wouldn't have called him a sugar daddy because he wasn't a super old white man but it was definitely an arrangement involving money in exchange for sex.

In the mist of Onikas daydream she hadn't noticed the sound of heels clicking on the floor. She'd been too wrapped up in her own mind to even notice the change in atmosphere. She hadn't felt the eyes piercing into her.

"Hello" a deep register and southern accent filled the room. It was shaky but firm; a woman overwhelmed by nerves but with a desperate need to be heard. The woman sounded as if coming here had been a task let alone the effort of opening her mouth.

Not recognising the voice, Onika frowned. She'd been there for months, in this hotel room. It was her home at this point. Over time she'd come to learn and know the names and voices of the women who replaced her sheets and folded her towels. She'd talk to them and ask about their lives. Many of them were unmarried single mothers. They tended to want the money she had whilst simultaneously looking down on her. They wanted the luxuries but resented how she got them. But this voice had a different cadence. This voice judged her personally. It had a tone that said this woman wasn't here to scowl in silence and fluff her pillows.

Twisting her head, Onika eyes were immediately met with wide open hazel eyes settled between a veil of honey blonde hair.

Nicki had seen pictures of this woman before, she was gorgeous - nothing like her. She was the perfect wife - she was slim yet curvy in all the right places; she was tall but not overwhelmingly; her eyes and hair were the deep colour of honey; even her voice was perfect. His wife could've been an actress or a model or a video vixen. She had the face and body for all three. And from what Onika had been told his wife had that mix between housewife and slut that men seemed to love. The man bragged about his wife, showed her off to everyone - even the woman he was cheating on her with.

But the eyes Onika saw were curious and tinted a noticeable red. They fastidiously examined her, trying to work out something without having to ask. Onika saw a mixture of sadness and rage but that didn't faze her, she'd seen it all before. She thought about lying and asking who the hell she was. She wondered if her husband was really that sloppy that his wife had managed to find out and track her down? The woman deserved better. But all of those words failed her. When she looked into this woman's eyes she knew she wouldn't lie to her.

"Hi" she said, her voice sounding weak and unrecognisably thinner. They both looked at each other before the wife walked through to the balcony taking the lounge chair beside her. She narrowed her eyes

"So you-"
"Why-"

They both stopped when they realised they'd spoke at the same time. But there wasn't that awkward chuckle afterwards, just a silence. A deep and awkward silence with anger bouncing between the two. The wife's leg bounced up and down and Onika nodded for her to go first.

"You know who I am? So he talks about me?" The wife raised her eyebrow watching Onika closely.

Onika nodded glancing at the restless legs which sat across from her. Them woman had crossed them but that didn't stop the bouncing.

"You wanna know what he says?" Onika asked watching the city below her through the bars of the balcony. It was a view she saw everyday and felt nothing. She ashed the blunt letting it rest in the ashtray.

Onika was an art student and all the art students smoked - especially when they were struggling with inspiration. With a deadline coming up and nothing to inspire her, marijuana had seemed like the best alternative. There was nothing she felt so there was nothing for her to paint. She felt as dull as the paintings used to decorate the hotel room walls. She hated how boring this place was. It wasn't a shithole motel just for sex but sometimes she wished it was so it would have some character. It was just pretty and plain. He probably didn't pay much for it, but it wasn't cheap either - not a storybook manor nor a storybook squalor. It was dull aside from the balcony.

The wife shrugged as if what he said didn't matter but Onika knew that it did.

"He talks about you a lot, says you're perfect. The perfect wife. He likes to brag about how you and how smart and kind you are and all this other shit. Talks about how you'd make the best mother and he can't wait to get you pregnant. Talks about your looks a lot" Onika glanced at her and back at the street below. "And I get it, you're fine. He really loves bragging about you. I think he just-" Onika swallowed not wanting to overstep.

She raised her eyes to meet the wife's. The wife looked into her eyes, the muscle evident in her legs with each bounce. The two gazed at each other momentarily before she raised her brows again indicating for Onika to continue. Onika looked at her for confirmation and then back outside before she continued, slowing opening her mouth to speak. "I think he's intimidated by you"

"Huh?" The wife frowned, her accent thicker and her voice strong. For the first time since being there she felt confident and her anger had faded. She hadn't gone there with a plan. She didn't know what to expect. But this was strange.

Onika looked up, noticing the woman's eyes piercing into her and her rigid posture. Onika was more relaxed as she lay back in the lounger. She thought about the man. The sex wasn't that great for her. But for him it must've been something. It was worth paying for a hotel room and showering Onika with gifts. It was worth cheating on his wife who loved him enough to visit his mistress instead of confronting him to his face.

"You're beautiful so..." Onika shrugged as though it was self explanatory. She looked at the woman's feet which led to her ankles and eventually the slit in her dress. "What's your name?" Onika asked. She couldn't remember the husband mentioning a name.

"Beyoncé" she replied. Onika raised a brow at the unusual name. It sounded french, important, smooth - she'd never heard that name before.

"Beyoncé" Onika said testing out the name in her mouth as her eyes scanned the woman's outfit. "You're beautiful. He always talks about how accomplished you are and successful. Then turns around and talks about how sexy you are and how you taste better than any other woman" Onika rolled her eyes thinking about how he'd fuck her and then speak about his wife. She thought she ignored it but the memories tumbled into her mind. Returning to her point, she continued "maybe he thinks you're out of his league. He always talks about how perfect you are and how he doesn't deserve you. Seems like he really admires you, you know?"

Beyoncé cheeks reddened. She didn't know whether it was because of this stranger speaking to her about sex or because the stranger had called her beautiful - again. Onika called her beautiful as though it just was - an unquestionable fact that didn't require any recognition. Any other time Beyoncé had been called beautiful she would hear the slight pause where they waited for her to say thank you but that wasn't there with her.

"Seems like he's scared to disappoint you" she added before taking another pull of the blunt. After a brief moment, Beyoncé's cheeks returned to their light brown as she continued breathing in the air. She remained in the chair rigid and uncomfortable continuing her examination of Onika.

Onika lifted the blunt lighting it again. She needed something to help her through this conversation. As she inhaled the smoke, her eyes rested on Beyoncé's wedding ring. It was clearly expensive but not quite showy - very simplistic but delicately crafted. She wondered if she had picked it out herself or if that was her husbands choice. It didn't seem like something he would buy. The jewellery he bought Onika was always loud and showy - typical of what a man would buy a woman he wanted to impress. But she wasn't impressed. She thought he was ugly and his personality barely made up for it. But his wife must've seen something she didn't. She sighed. Maybe beauty really was in the eye of the beholder and there was someone out there for everyone.

"You want some?" Onika asked. She would've offered anyone else - she didn't mind sharing when she had a bag full of weed. That was one of the benefits of Beyoncé's husband - he always gave her money for weed.

Beyonce looked at her questioningly. Wasn't it strange to be offering to smoke with the woman who's husband you were fucking? She took a moment to frown. But this whole situation was strange so she shrugged and accepted the blunt. Beyoncé hadn't smoked since college yet her thumb and index finger brushed past Onikas fingers as she took the blunt. They exchanged a look before she took a pull letting the smoke fill her lungs and cloud her mind. After a moment, she exhaled allowing the effects to take over. She looked out across the skyline and took another pull. And then another before she handed it back to Onika.

"You ok?" Beyoncé asked. A frown had settled on Onika who was staring at the city below her. From the 10th floor everything looked so meaningless and small. And she felt stuck in this hotel room. He was only paying for it so he could fuck her whenever he wanted. But she wasn't interested in his attempts to own and control her by paying for things. He'd only get her things when he wanted something from her in the socially acceptable form of manipulation. He'd buy her jewellery, she'd give him head. But those were all his problems. She didn't ask for the money he gave her. But she accepted it.

Onika shook her head about to answer the question. But then she looked over at the blonde and burst into laughter. Beyoncé watched the white pearly teeth that fit perfectly between Onikas pretty lips. She heard the lightness of her laughter - almost a cackle that dissolved into a cough.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Onika finally replied with a fading cough.

Beyoncé looked at her through the corner of her eye realising it was true. Onikas laughter was still prevalent on her face causing Beyoncé to join in. She was right. Beyoncé was the one being cheated on. She shouldn't be asking her husband's mistress whether she was ok. She should be making sure she wasn't ok - beating her ass or threatening her that she needed to stay away from her man. She shouldn't be there smoking with his mistress. She shouldn't be so calm. But she was.

"I dont think I even love him you know" Beyoncé breathed accepting the blunt from Onika. Onika watched her through the corners of her eyes wondering why she was confessing this to her. They weren't friends. They barely even know each other. She paused nervously waiting for her to elaborate. "He's nice, he's funny - there's nothing wrong with him. But I don't want a child with him. I don't get that spark when I see him. He doesn't excite me-"

"You looked excited in them pictures," Onika interrupted remembering the doting look in the woman's eyes. She recalled the pictures he'd shown her, remembering how the woman's eyes glistened with affection when she looked at him. She looked so in love. Onika wondered what it felt like.

Beyoncé frowned remembering their pictures together. She scanned through them in her mind, before sighing knowingly. "I was wearing purple?"

How did she expect her to remember every detail of the pictures? She'd only seen them once on the small screen of a phone. Why would she remember something so unimportant as the colour of her outfit? She barely remembered what she woman's face. "Purple dress and silver earrings." Onika took back the blunt with the image now in her mind of Beyoncé dressed in vivid purple hanging on the arm of the man she married.

Beyoncé scoffed. "He loves those pictures. It was our honeymoon so it was the first time we... you know. I think I was more excited about that since it was my first time..." she trailed off.

"Damn. It didn't hurt?" Onika asked remembering her first time and how far she was from the smile on Beyoncé.

Beyoncé shook her head. "Nah there was lots of uh-" she paused becoming shy, her legs bouncing again. "Before we um-" she swallowed.

"You're so cute" Onika blurted watching Beyoncé blush.

Beyoncé was shy again, the red tint reappearing as she smiled finishing her sentence. "We did a lot of other stuff before I let him um- yeah"

Onika chuckled. Watching Beyoncé struggle so much was both hilarious and adorable. She felt like she was talking to someone she knew and half of her wanted to tease her while the other half wanted a demonstration. "Uh huh. Other stuff like what?" She continued the teasing.

Beyoncé squirmed in her seat. "You know! Other stuff in bed" she responded still desperately uncomfortable. The tip of her ears burned red at the uncomfortable topic. But if she was gonna tell it to anyone at least it was Onika who couldn't hold it over her. They were strangers.

"Oh like anal?" Onika deadpanned causing Beyoncé's mouth to fall open. The look on her face was priceless as Onika burst into laughter. She would've kept going with the teasing but Beyoncé's reaction already had her in tears. Her eyes rolled when she realised she wasn't serious and she scowled at a cackling Onika.

"Whew!" Onika said calming down and wiping her eyes. "Nah for real, like what?" She already had an idea but she had to hear Beyoncé say it.

Beyoncé shuffled again putting the blunt in her mouth and inhaling the strength of the weed. As she exhaled she pushed herself to answer. "He ate me out and fingering" she looked down immediately shy again, her leg bouncing again.

Onika ignored the flutter she got as she imagined giving Beyoncé head and instead pushed for more detail. "What was it like?"

"Uh it was just you know?" Beyoncé shrugged. Nicki gave a look to indicate she did not know. Sighing, Beyoncé spoke again. "It was good. I liked it. Probably liked it better than the actual sex"

"What? That is sex" Nicki said being deliberately pedantic.

"Yeah but you know... the penis stuff"

Nicki burst into laughter again. Penis stuff?! Beyoncé was so shy she couldn't even say it without being awkward. "You're such a weirdo!" Nicki cackled at the woman.

"Stop laughing at me" Beyoncé chuckled faking annoyance. Nickis laugh had an endearing quality that made Beyoncé want to listen to it over again.

"Stop saying funny things" Nicki shot back.

"I hate you" Beyoncé said shoving the girl to her right. Nicki bit her lip. She hadn't expected Beyoncé to shove her but the small and meaningless touch somehow felt like closeness. Her shoulder bounced back and Beyoncé's heart was in her stomach.

"S- sorry I didn't mean to-" Beyoncé stuttered. "Oh my god are you ok?"

Onika began looking her up and down. They didn't know each other like that so Beyoncé began to threat. What if Onika took it the wrong way? What if she hated her? She could call the cops. What if she was arrested? She hadn't meant it like that. What if Onika died & people called it murder? She couldn't survive in jail. Her mind ran rampant with plans of escaping to Mexico.

"It's all good baby" Nicki replied remembering the assignment she had to finish. She ashed the blunt and got up from the chair saying something about school and Beyoncé followed ignoring the tingle in her body. Baby?

The room was a double room but apparently that just meant space for a double bed and tightly packed furniture. Beyoncé left the balcony glass open behind her as she watched Nicki take out her paints and scatter them in the tiny space on the floor. She sat on the bed while Nicki lay on the floor in the small space between wardrobe, wall and bed.

Watching her level of focus, Beyoncé started to giggle again. Was this the bed her husband fucked her on? Nicki turned to face her and ask why she was laughing but once she saw Beyoncé's head thrown back and the grin spread across her face she couldn't help but join in. This just made Beyoncé laugh even more and in turn so did Onika. Kicking her shoes off, Beyoncé lay back on the pillows. Eventually their laughing fit died down and Beyoncé watched the shorter girl prepare her art supplies.

"I see why he picked you" Beyoncé said quietly.

"What?" Nicki asked with a frown grabbing some water for the paints. "Why?" Her head shot up at Beyoncé's statement and she remembered who Beyoncé was. She hadn't for a second considered why he picked her. He was a cheater - he just wanted some pussy and an ego boost. Nicki just assumed if it wasn't her it'd be someone else. She was probably the first girl he saw.

"You're gorgeous and you don't judge" Beyoncé answered. There was more to it than that but this was what she could articulate as she lay on Nickis bed letting the heat roll over her. "You just take people as they are. He probably didn't have to hide things like he does with me. Even now... You're seeing me in my ungodly hour and you're not judging. I showed up probably planning to fight you or at least curse you out but..." she trailed off looking into nickis slanted eyes. "Now I'm watching you in your element and it feels good. The way you responded to me and just accepted me coming to see you - I don't even think you were angry"

Nickis reaction was numbness. She wasn't used to those types of compliments - she wasn't even sure if this even counted as a compliment. She offered a half smile looking at the canvas and then at her paints. Her flurry of inspiration had disappeared. She didn't know what to paint anymore as she stared at the blank canvas. She focused trying to will inspiration back. She had been so sure and confident until Beyoncé's words snatched that away.

"Ughhhh I fucking hate this" she huffed, jumping to her feet and kicking the canvas. It had been months of trying to complete this and the deadline was coming up. Nicki stood up beginning to pace the room in anger.

"What?"

"This fucking assignment. I hate it so much. pAiNt SoMeThInG tHaT mAkEs YoU pAsSiOnAtE" she mimicked her professors drab and grating voice. "Nothing makes me passionate - fucking nothing"

Beyoncé watched her chuckling again at the sudden change of pace.

"You seem kinda passionate right now" Beyoncé snickered under her breath. But Onika heard. She should've been angry and cussed her out but instead she paused for a moment thinking of how she was acting. She laughed from her chest at how right Beyoncé was. This whole time she'd been looking at passion as motivation forgetting that passion can be more than that. Toying with her lips, she flopped down on the bed next to Beyoncé, still uninspired but laughing.

The taller woman gazed at her bright smile. Her face was delicate and friendly. She stared watching her pink lips part to make sound.

"You're smart" Nicki said, her laughter dying down, as she faced the mans wife. "Like really intelligent"

Beyoncé's dimples popped out looking at the woman that lay across from her on this bed. She was still sitting down on the bed but she could feel the heat between them as Nicki got closer. She smelled the familiar perfume that had lingered on her husband. It smelled better on Nicki. The grins of laughter stayed on their faces as they both watched each others' lips. Onika wiped a stray hair from Beyoncé's face and the two looked into the honesty of each other's eyes. Eventually Nicki leaned in...

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Beyoncé took a breath trying to make sure what she felt was real. Her mind swirled and nothing made sense. Small tingles spread through her body as she realised Nicki had kissed her. Her lips were still heated from the closeness and she forced her eyes open to see the woman before her. It hadn't been long or passionate or anything special - just a kiss - but it was a good kiss. It felt good. It was sexy and warm and all the things it shouldn't have been.

She was kissing her husband's mistress. Beyoncé shouldn't be near her. She should hate her. This woman was corrupting her husband. This was the woman who was ruining her marriage. Onika leaned in again planting her hand underneath her chin to tilt Beyoncé's face to hers.

"No" Beyoncé panted pushing her back. "What are you- what are you doing" she frowned wiping her mouth. What had happened? And why did she enjoy it? Beyoncé was face to face with Onika staring into her eyes. Nickis deer coloured doe eyes that looked dazed as she felt. They shouldn't be doing this. They got carried away somehow

Nicki paused at the girl in front of her. She could feel her breath they were so close. Her eyes blinked as she looked at Beyoncé. This was the wife of a man she was fucking. She immediately jerked back in shock. Beyoncé was right, what was happening? This was wrong. This was weird. Her pupils dilated as she took in the situation.

"What the fuck" she freaked out. "What was I thinking? How did this happen" Nicki cursed herself jumping up from the bed in panic.

"I- it's ok" Beyoncé was cut off by a slam of a door.

Nicki ran into the bathroom and stared into the mirror. How did that happen? Beyoncé was cute and funny and very very attractive but- She was fucking married. Married to the man she was fucking.

Nicki was confused as she touched her fingers to her lips remembering the feel of Beyoncé's lips against hers. It felt so good, so right. But it was wrong. Beyoncé was so innocent. She was sweet and pure and probably like donated to charities. Not to mention Beyoncé was married. Married. Married to the man Nicki was fucking. She couldn't think like this. She leaned her head back clenching her eyes shut. A tear almost fell as she heard a knock on the outer door. She sniffed wiping her face and swung open the bathroom door to see Beyoncé looking around awkwardly. Silently, she raised her brows to ask what the knock was about.

"I- I think they wanna clean the room" Beyoncé replied shuffling with her fingers.

"Agh!" Onika groaned in annoyance. "I'm ok for today" she yelled towards the door trying to hide her frustration.

"I can cone back later if you're not dressed," a voice responded.

"No it's fine" she grit her teeth. This was the woman who got on her nerves the most.

"Are you sure Miss?"

"Yes- yes I'm fine... thank you" Nicki huffed trying to be polite. She finally stopped staring at the door when they heard the cart continue rolling. Beyoncé took a seat on the bed again, her leg beginning to bounce again.

"Fuck" Nicki continued, taking a seat as her head fell into her hands. Everything was a mess right now. Did she really think it was ok to stick her tongue down this woman's throat. She shuddered at herself feeling uncomfortable with Beyoncé's presence. She was still here?!

"Sorry" she frowned confused by her own actions. "It's just—"

"I know" Beyoncé cut her off. She had felt the same. She was going crazy in her own mind. She had never kissed anyone like that before - even that man. She felt so out of control as if hit by a wave of desire. Her lips kissed her husband's mistress as if they were meant to. Her whole body tingled, her whole being felt different. But then Nicki ran away. She had stopped her but Nicki was the one who freaked out and locked herself in a bathroom.

"Ok I know why I'm freaking out. Why are you?" Beyoncé asked the shorter girl who had finally sat down planting her head was in her hands. Beyoncé was the one with the husband, it didn't make sense for her to feel like that.

Nicki closed her eyes rubbing her temples. "I kissed a married woman" she grimaced. Beyoncé was just as confused as before. Nicki kissed a married man all the time (and more). "It's different - he's useful" she replied, as if sensing the question.

Beyoncé flinched. That confirmed Nicki was just using her husband for money. But that didn't matter to her. She didn't care if he was being used. He deserved it. She just wished a less attractive girl had picked her husband. She wished she could stop staring and feeling things towards Onika while her leg continued to hop. "Why? What makes it different?"

"Ugh! He's- you're- it's- FUCK" Nicki struggled to untangle her brain. She took a breath and removed her head from her hands. She looked at the woman who looked back at her. She was beautiful as always, confusion and patience settled in her expression, hair framing her face and arched brows that waited for a reply. Her lips were slightly parted making them even more tempting and Nicki could see they were wet from being licked so many times. When Nicki spoke she felt shy "It's different if I actually want to."

She looked down.

Beyoncé was flattered - flustered. She thought maybe Nicki was disgusted. Maybe she didn't like her. Maybe it was one sided. But it wasn't. Nicki wanted to kiss her just as much as she did. It was reciprocated, and she felt butterflies as Nicki looked at her. She was gorgeous. Her brown skin only made her lips look even warmer in this heat.

Then Nicki became more focused and her sharp eyes burned into Beyoncé causing her heart to beat faster. She toyed with her tongue in her mouth looking at Onika, her mouth was suddenly dry. She gulped, nervous desire spreading throughout her body. Beyoncé didn't have time to think before they were kissing again. She leaned forward capturing Nickis lips in a full and heated kiss. Nickis tongue ran slowly along her lips dragging out the length of the kiss and leaning into the craving she felt. Beyoncé was irresistible and Nicki leaned in to kiss her again. And again. And again.

As with anything good, the kissing came to an end as Beyoncé pushed her gently away. She was panting as Nicki yielded moving backwards with Beyoncé's light push. This time it was gentle and there was no panic in her eyes.

"So what if we want to? I'm married" Beyoncé panted, her face inches from Nickis. There was an emotion she knew she should have but it wasn't there. She tried to force guilt into her mind but she didn't feel it. She needed Nicki to stop her - to remind her about her husband, she needed something to stop her from what she was about to do.

"So what if you're married?" She regained her breath after kissing so intensely. Her almond eyes looked down while Beyoncé gazed at Nicki. "You're beautiful" she complimented leaning back in to kiss her.

But Beyoncé's hand was still rested on her chest holding her back. She was supposed to move - to push her further away. But she couldn't help admiring the woman in front of her. It was wrong but she wanted this. She shuddered, her eyes locked on Nicki who began to speak.

"You want me to go?"

"No" Beyoncé breathed her eyes set on Nickis as she relaxed her hold. "Don't go" She just needed a moment - that moment to breathe. She wasn't thinking straight. What was she doing? Kissing her husbands mistress? Her eyes darted between both of Onikas eyes and stopped at her lips.

Following instincts, she leaned in and they kissed again. Beyoncé's eyes fell closed as they continued to kiss. And suddenly they were in heaven, both of them slowly pulling each other closer feeling each tiny movement the other made, their tongues coming together. This was the kiss where everything was right. Neither of them wanted to pull apart but the need for oxygen arose.

"Oh god" Beyoncé stared at her trying to quiet the butterflies which fluttered through her insides as she breathed slowly. But they wouldn't stop. She really did want this woman.

"I should stop, I- I shouldn't do this" She spoke before her body desperately pulled Onika back in. Their lips pressed together - the two pinks somehow making one. Beyoncé's tongue came out begging for entrance which Nicki was quick to grant. Nicki moaned, so turned on by such a simple action. When they kissed it felt like tectonic plates slotted perfectly together. The only volcanoes were between their lips as they exchanged saliva. Beyoncé's tongue, carefully stroking her lips. As they pulled away Nickis eyes trailed down Beyoncé's tall frame.

She was eye fucking her blatantly and intensely. She wanted this woman.

Beyoncé watched Nickis eyes trail her body and blushed tucking her lips inwards. Her eyes were dead set on Nicki willing her to do more than kiss her. As if she heard her thoughts, in one swift movement Nicki was on top of Beyoncé.

Moaning, Beyoncé's arms clasped around Nicki as she pulled her closer. They kissed more hastily this time, still gentle but more fervently now. Her hands trailed down Nickis body feeling the bare skin between her crop top and shorts. Nickis underboob was visible and Beyoncé reached her hands beneath the fabric of Onikas top slowly but focused.

"Oh" Beyoncé's eyes widened. "They feel- they feel so good" she breathed as her hands roamed over Nickis chest. Her boobs were big and heavy in her hands.

Nickis kisses became faster against Beyoncé's skin, impatient breaths escaping her lips. She breathed in anticipation as she felt the careful fingers wrap around her nipple. She felt every iteration of Beyoncé's fingers along her chest. She exhaled knowing how sensitive she was as the fingers stroked against her hardening nipples. Nicki shuddered and moaned letting Beyoncé enjoy every part of her boobs before she let her see them. She was moaning and wet from each touch. Then Beyoncé pinched her nipples. Turned on and excited Nicki pulled off her top.

Beyoncé watched in awe as the boobs fell in front of her. Biting her lip she looked up at the half naked girl.

"Woah" Beyoncé breathed, her eyes widening.

"You like em?" Nicki asked with a chuckle shaking them a little. Beyoncé blushed turned on again by everything she saw. She would've stared for longer if Nicki hadn't quickly pressed their lips back together into a kiss. Nicki could kiss her all day. Beyoncé was adorable. She was nothing like her husband. Her glossy lips tackled Nickis causing the room to fill with her moans again.

Nicki was so turned on. Her lips ventured down lower. Beyoncé let out a sound when the kisses reached her neck. It was a repressed moan as if she hadn't moaned in years and suddenly she couldn't stop moaning. Nicki stroked her hair away and pressed her lips down causing another moan to tumble from her lips. Then lower. She found her spot. Moans came trickling out of Beyoncé as she threw her head back with pleasure.

"Uhhh god" she moaned gripping Nicki tighter. Nicki was licking and sucking the skin on Beyoncé's neck as if she knew exactly how to touch her. Eventually she got lower and reached Beyoncé's collar bone.

"Take this off" Nicki breathed as she pulled Beyoncé towards her. Her hands went to the zip of Beyoncé's dress roughly tugging to get it undone. Beyoncé lifted her arms for her and the dress was almost ripped off her skin in haste. Before she had the chance to lay back down Nicki was kissing her again. The kisses were sloppy and heavy now, lips pressing together with tongues in between them. They could feel the warmth of each other's breath on their skin.

Nickis kisses got lower again reaching her collar bone with ease. She took the time to admire Beyoncé's white underwear blending with the bedsheets and contrasting with her warm skin. Nicki noticed all the curves and dips in her toned body admiring the trail of darker beauty marks that journeyed down Beyoncé's neck and hid within her bra. She slowed taking time to notice every inch of Beyoncé's body as she unclasped her bra.

She wanted her. Beyoncé looked up at Nicki, breathing hard as she watched the shorter girl who's boobs stood in front of her. She could see all of the desire in her eyes. Nicki wanted this as much as she did, if not more. She breathed her in like oxygen, or like fire. Nicki wanted everything that she was. The attraction was undeniable.

"W- we should stop" Beyoncé swallowed feeling her boobs jump as they fell out of the bra for Nicki who paused to look at her examining her face.

"We should" she breathed as her lips touched Beyoncé's chest. "But do you want to?" She asked as her lips encircled Beyoncé's nipple. She sucked and they got harder letting Beyoncé feel what she'd be missing.

"Nooo don't stop" Beyoncé was moaning again as her fingers stroked through Nickis dark hair. Nickis lips were so soft and her actions so rough. Beyoncé reached down to stroke Nickis bare skin as she sucked the moans from her open body. "Don't stop" she moaned again as Nicki swirled her tongue and licked. She trailed her tongue around Beyoncé's nipples opening her mouth to pull the buds between her teeth. She latched onto a nipple, letting her tongue roll over the bronze skin. She kept going and Beyoncé felt herself getting wetter. Her thighs were becoming like a canyon and she wondered if Nicki could tell.

Fingers pinched Beyoncé's nipple while she sucked on the other causing Beyoncé to grip her tighter.
"I want more" Her nails dug in as she moaned. She pulled Nicki into her as Nicki softly bit her nipple.

When she couldn't take it anymore Beyoncé pulled Nicki back up to her lips and they made out again. Their chests pressed together as their tongues became reacquainted. Eyes closed, Beyoncé's fingers reached under the hem of Nickis shorts. Nicki shuffled allowing Beyoncé to pull them off along with her underwear. And then Nicki pulled off Beyoncé's thong. They were both naked kissing and moaning into each other's mouths.

"I think it's time I fuck you better than him" Nicki whispered boldly into the moaning girls mouth. Beyoncé nodded tucking her lips in and letting her head fall back in anticipation. There was no doubt in her mind that Nicki would fuck her better. She already had and they'd barely done anything. Nicki chuckled at this reaction as her head began to dip down. She kissed Beyoncé's body licking every part of her skin. She tasted the sweet salty sweat that had begun to form in a thin layer over her stomach. She was desperate to please her and Beyoncé loved every moment of attention she'd never received before. Her eyes closed so she could take in the pleasure.

And then she shuddered when Nicki reached her pelvic bone. The kisses were more delicate and the licks more drawn out. With each breath she waited for Nickis next movement. And Nicki was determined to make it feel great. She took her time on Beyoncé. She wanted to please her, to make her light up with desire. She needed her to know how much better sex could be. Nickis lips trailed lower brushing softly against Beyoncé's fuzz. She could feel the heat from her thighs, smell the sex riding from her legs. Beyoncé shuddered. She wanted Nicki to show her heaven and she knew that she would. Beyoncé lay back deliciously wet. Nickis lips opened and her tongue slipped out eager to get her first taste.

"STOP"

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Beyoncé was serious now and Nicki could do nothing but stop still as she watched Beyoncé panic. "This is wrong- this is- we shouldn't be doing this" she said tightly closing her legs and sitting up. Nicki moved from her position between Beyoncé's legs and leaned up on the bed. "I- don't want to be that person. I don't want to be like him. I can't- I can't cheat."

"He cheated first" Nicki pointed out.

Beyoncé looked up as if begging for a sign from God. Her naked body pressed closer into the bed and she battled her own mind. "I don't want to be like him" she breathed.

Nicki watched in silence. She was soaking wet all for this woman and now she wasn't even gonna get to taste her. She sighed as Beyoncé continued. "And besides you're the one he cheated with. That's disgusting"

"The fuck?" Nicki asked scrunching up her face ready to curse Beyoncé out. Who did she think she was calling disgusting cuz she definitely didn't think she was disgusting 5 minutes ago? If anyone was disgusting it was the ugly ass man she was married to. If only she knew what he was into...

"Oh my goodness- I didn't mean it like that" she instantly corrected herself. Hurting Nicki was the last thing she wanted to do - in fact she wanted the opposite.

"I meant me. I'm disgusting. I shouldn't want to cheat. I shouldn't be looking at you like this." She corrected. She looked down, her leg starting to bob again.

"I shouldn't want you like this." She sat up and looked around the room. It felt smaller now as the curtain billowed from the open balcony. Onika rolled onto her bed, climbing on top of a pillow. She watched Beyoncé intently, confused and intrigued by what was going on in her mind.

"I'm just so turned on by you and it's wrong - it's so wrong." She whispered guilt dripping from her lips as she watched Onika. Her lipstick was practically non existent now and her southern accent strong, "but I'm so wet. I want you so bad"

"I want you too Beyoncé" Nicki whispered slowly. She was practically salivating. There was no way this woman wanted her. She was gorgeous - sexy as hell and she had just admitted to being wet for her. Nicki just wanted to taste her. She watched Beyoncé's eyes in silence and yearning. She wanted to tell her she was turned on too. She was sure she was leaving a wet patch on the pillow beneath her as she rolled her hips, feeling her clit tingle.

"I shouldn't have let it get this far" she whispered fighting her eyes to look away from Nicki who was hunched into the pillow, her ass moving slowly.

"It's okay" Nicki bit her lip shyly.

"I'm sorry" she whispered as her eyes locked on to Nickis. They seemed to have a silent conversation looking into each others eyes until Nicki broke the eye contact, still feeling the heat of her body.

Beyoncé lifted a finger to Nickis chin, tilting it upwards. She kissed her again softly this time, releasing her almost as soon as their lips touched.

Nicki bit her lip, eyes still on Beyoncé as she rolled her hips forwards and backwards. She wanted to stop, to respect Beyoncé's "stop," but every time they touched she felt her body ignite.

She moved up and down, her clit brushing against the fabric. Their eyes met again as Nicki ground against the pillow. Beyoncé watched intently wanting to touch her, to kiss her, to taste her. Nicki kept going, watching her reactions. And Beyoncé couldn't look away. She knew what Nicki was doing and she watched in silence.

Nicki was so horny and every time she looked at Beyoncé. The pillow rubbed between her thighs and she ground into it even harder.

"Beyoncé" Onika whispered, her body aching with yearning. She had forgotten where she was - so desperate for the touch. Her body tingled as she moaned into the pillow.

Beyoncé felt pulled, as though she needed this woman. Why was she being loyal to somebody disloyal? It didn't make sense. In sickness and in health, and even in adultery? She stared at Onika hearing soft whimpers escape her lips. She swallowed in silence trying to steady her own rapid breathing.

"Fuck" Beyoncé said suddenly hyper aware. She knew what Nicki was doing and she wanted her even more. "I want you Onika" she said as the girl moved up and down.

But the words fell like empty promises causing Onika to snap from her trance. She knew how much they both wanted each other. The pull they felt just wasn't enough. Touching herself while she watched Beyoncé just felt like lying to herself. She couldn't sit there and just hope for Beyoncé to touch her. She moved her legs suddenly feeling choked up.

"I'm gonna have a shower" Nicki climbed up from her position on the bed. If she was going to be left with blue coochie she needed to at least wash it off. She entered the bathroom looking back at Beyoncé before closing the door and taking a breath. Beyoncé's eyes darted to Nicki and then down to her dress which lay on the floor. Her eyes slammed shut trying to wake up from whatever had just happened.

Turning on the shower, Onika tested the temperature until it was lukewarm. Tiny droplets began to cascade all over her skin as she climbed into the shower. She turned around to let the cool water trickle over her back taking comfort in its transparency. Water was water, no mess or complications. The sound of the shower made the perfect cover to stop her mind racing. She closed her eyes focusing only on her breathing - a technique she learned to calm her anxiety. There was so much to think about, but she just needed to relax. After about 20 minutes she finally washed her body and turned up the water temperature.

When Onika left the bathroom, Beyoncé was gone. She left no reminders of her presence even removing the imprint she made on the bed by spreading over the bedsheets neatly. The dress that Onika had last seen on the floor was gone and the only memory left was the almost finished blunt that sat by the balcony. Onika sighed. She didn't know if she was glad the woman was gone or annoyed she left without saying anything. She knew she'd been in the shower for a while, but Beyoncé disappearing was rude. Leaving the towel wrapped around her, she turned on the tv, channel flicking until she found something she liked. For a while she watched in silence wondering if the woman had really been there or if she'd just imagined the whole thing. Why had she felt that strongly for someone she barely knew? It was such an intense feeling it scared her.

A knock sounded at the door, causing her to jump. She frowned knowing she hadn't ordered anything and she wasn't expecting anyone. The only person it could be was the Man. He had a tendency of "surprising" her though it felt more like an annoyance - as if he was checking on her to make sure she was still there. She felt like a caged animal around him, under lock and key bound to a man who was funding her education and lifestyle.

There was no real reason for Onika to move into the hotel, she had been fine where she was. Though it was shared and could be noisy, she didn't mind it. She never complained. Her flatmates were clean, and, their conversations were dull. The problem was that he didn't like it. He spent weeks telling her how much better it would be if she lived closer and how much he hated that she had to travel to him. He complained until finally she agreed to stay in the hotel. Since most of her classes were online, it didn't matter too much. But now that she was there, his control over her had doubled. He showed up unannounced and left voicemails if her phone was off. He said it was all to protect her but Onika knew the truth. Although they never argued, she wanted to pop him upside his head sometimes. He wanted so much from her, it was exhausting. He took advantage of the fact that she wanted his money, but as with most ways of making money, she had to put up with shit.

The knock sounded again and she got up to open it. Clad only in the hotels white towel, she swung open the door trying to mask her annoyance as it opened. Taking a breath, her eyes widened with shock when she saw who her guest was. The tall, curvy honey blonde woman from earlier held a bag in her hand and a shy expression. So it hadn't been a dream.

Onika moved out of the way allowing Beyoncé to walk inside while she silently recalled the events of earlier.

"I got Chinese" she offered a smile holding out the bags as she sat down. "You're still showering?"

Onika nodded making her way back into the bathroom. She finished showering a while ago but now she needed to put some clothes on. After that afternoon she never wanted to be naked around this woman again unless she was fucking her. The temptation was so strong she didn't think she could handle it. After applying some lotion and body spray she grabbed herself some clothes to put on. She wiped between her thighs again before putting on some underwear. Dressing in a matching pyjama set and bonnet, she left the bathroom feeling clean and ready to face this mans wife .

She came out to see Beyoncé laying on her bed with a fork in hand looking up at the tv. She hadn't expected her to come back, she hadn't expected to ever see her again. Onika watched for a moment before Beyoncé looked away from the food and saw her. Her eyes were piercing and they looked at each other for a moment. Why had she come back, she wondered to herself.

It was the sound of the tv that cut through the tension. The two looked at each other before Onika walked over. Her pyjama set was silk and had the misfortune of highlighting Onikas body. She's even beautiful in pyjamas, Beyoncé thought to herself. Gulping, she looked straight back at the food before she was able to speak.

"Here" she gestured to the three boxes. "I um- I didn't know what you liked so I got both. Then I thought you might be a vegetarian so I got tofu as well just in case. I didn't have your number and- Shit I didn't ask if it was vegan though I'm sorry, I can go back?"

Onika chuckled, finally relaxing again in her presence. "I'm not vegetarian but thank you" she took a seat on the bed grabbing the box with fried rice and orange chicken. Beyoncé's dimple popped out as she shyly hid a smile. Nicki had gone for her first guess. She offered her a drink and then continued to eat.

Nicki tasted the food and immediately checked the label. "You went all the way to Golden Wu?"

Beyoncé finished chewing swiping some hair behind her ear. "Yeah I just kinda started walking to get some air and then I recognised the area and I was hungry so I just kind of went and got us some food."

"B! That's like an hours walk?!"

Beyoncé slightly smiled at the use of the nickname. It was a common nickname used for her but Nicki just picked it up as if she'd known her for years. "I took a Uber most of the way, it's fine" she sighed grabbing another forkful of food.

Onika grunted glad she hadn't been walking for that long but still she was concerned. Hour long walks don't just happen. She swallowed looking at Beyoncé who seemed carefree as ever. Her eyes moved from the food to the tv paying equal attention to both. There was something sexy about the way the noddles slipped through Beyoncé's mouth as her eyes focused on the tv. It was like she was completely unaware of herself and in the moment. Nicki thought it was adorable. After staring a moment too long, she forced herself to look away and glanced at the door.

Beyoncé's husband could knock at any minute. She worried her bubble would burst. It would be a strange thing to walk in on - your wife and your mistress laying together eating food. He didn't have a key but there was no way she could sneak Beyoncé out - they weren't teenagers and this wasn't a movie. She couldn't predict his reaction but she knew it wouldn't be good. He would freak out and ruin everything.

Onika wanted to ask Beyoncé about it - what she planned to do if he showed up, how she knew they'd be ok. But bringing up her husband seemed like a terrible idea especially considering earlier. She shovelled rice into her mouth and tried to avoid thinking about it.

When they finished eating Nicki moved their empty boxes to the bin and grabbed another box to snack on, still feeling effects of the munchies. When that was finished she took the bin out of the room so it wouldn't smell. There wasn't much to clean but she took the time to make sure there was no mess on the bed or anywhere around it. She hated the smell of food where she slept.

They hadn't said much but the silence was comfortable. It was already evening when Beyoncé had returned with the food, and it was only getting later. Beyoncé had been there since morning and she must've been exhausted. Sure, she left for an hour but she had come back. After walking for so long to get away, Beyoncé had come back to her. She remembered the look on her face the moment Beyoncé had seen her that morning - anger, disgust, anxiety. Nicki thought after this afternoon she would never see her again but as she lay back she noticed the woman beside her yawning.

"You tired?"

"Nope" Beyoncé shook her head clearly lying. Onika wondered what time she'd had to wake up to make it to the hotel so early. She didn't know where they lived but it wasn't close by. Her husband often complained about the journey back home but he never stopped coming. And Onika refused to go to a closer hotel, worried this would happen. She chuckled at herself before offering Beyoncé a t shirt so she could relax. If she was going to be there all night she might as well get comfortable.

Beyoncé returned clad in Nickis oversized t shirt and basketball shorts that fit her surprisingly well. As funny as she looked, she was definitely more at ease. Though she still asked for permission before climbing into the double bed. She wrapped the white quilt around her trying to forget what had happened on that bed earlier and appreciate the comfort from the textured linens. Onika flipped over the pillow and climbed in beside her, wondering if they were going to speak. She had a lot of thoughts but nothing to say and Beyoncé seemed to focus only on the tv. She wanted to turn it off and shout at her to figure something out. But what would she say? She lay back waiting for the film to end.

"You ok?" Nicki asked wondering what was wrong with the woman who she lay beside. She had discovered her husband cheating, confronted his mistress, almost slept with his mistress and now was laying in the mistress's bed. All in one day.

She looked fine, but she was much less talkative. Onika didn't know her well enough to know if something was wrong but Beyoncé looked emotionless simply glaring at the hotel tv.

"I'm fine" she said plainly which only pissed Nicki off.

"So we're not even gonna talk about what almost happened?" She asked frustrated.

Beyoncé frowned, "what's there to talk about? Nothing happened."

"It wasn't nothing-"

"Yes it was"

"Guess I'm nothing then" Nicki replied tugging the bedcovers to her side clearly angry. She knew it shouldn't hurt but it did for some reason.

"I didnt say that" Beyoncé slammed her hands against her face, her gritted teeth doing nothing but staying closed.

"Then what are you saying? Cuz it feels like-"

"Onika what? What exactly do you want to talk about?" Beyoncé asked, her voice getting louder as she felt ashamed. Her eyes started to well up but she forced herself to speak. "You want me to talk about how much I wanted to fuck you? How much my mind was stuck on the woman who was just fucking my husband? How I had to stand outside just to get you off my mind because I didn't want to leave, and when that didn't work I walked for ages until I gave up and just let you stay on my mind and got you three different boxes of food to make up for it? You want me to talk about how I don't even know you but I'm desperate to know everything about you and even looked through some of your stuff to get to know things about you. What about how I've been using movies to stop myself from staring at your face for too long and praying you don't think I'm weird or crazy? Or should I talk about how I don't love my husband despite taking vows and promising to love him forever, and now I'm here hating myself for breaking them and wondering if this means I'm half a lesbian"

Onika sighed feeling butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to laugh at the last part. Half a lesbian? How does that work?

But she was mature enough to ignore it. Beyoncé clearly clearly had a lot on her mind and it seemed really complicated. She was glad they were both in the same boat of feeling this strong attraction to each other. She wondered if the husband stuff was what really worried Beyoncé. They were both sleeping with him but Nicki didn't owe him loyalty, Beyoncé did. She was the one who was married after all. She didn't know what to say so she spoke about herself.

"If it makes you feel any better I had a girlfriend before I met him. She left me though, said I cared about money more than her." Onika swallowed. "I didn't. But I needed money more than I needed her. She didn't understand. I didn't care" she sighed remembering the look on her exes face when she found out they had slept together. She felt disgusting and ashamed. Seeing the look on Nickis face, Beyoncé decided she hated her ex.

Beyoncé looked at her with a softness in her eyes. It didn't make her feel better but she gained a better understanding of Onika. Beyoncé had been taught to judge people like her, but as much as she wanted to she couldn't. She didn't know this girl, any judgement would've been pointless.

"Thanks" she responded laying back and landing on Onikas chest. She wondered if Onika ever felt guilty for what she was doing. Especially if her husband spoke about her.

She sighed. The whole day had been insane - the type of day even the most creative of writers couldn't dream up, and yet, there they lay lazily intwined sharing the odd comment amongst themselves. They chatted more than they watched the tv, which became background noise for their conversations - conversations about nothing, conversations about everything. They had so much to learn and talk about.

Onika got comfortable stroking her fingers through Beyoncé's hair. Soon they were tangled together and spooning. A smile softened on the shorter girls face holding Beyoncé closer to her. They could've talked for hours. Conversations flowed like a river stream, new topics being picked up and left, breaks in the right places. It felt good to talk.

When the morning came they were still awake and talking. The darkness seeping through the windows was beginning to glow as the sun rose. Beyoncé, who Nicki had learnt usually had most to say during movies, had fallen quiet. Through all the talking she hadn't realised she was so tired. It was in the middle of Nickis speech about why Mickey Mouse was evil that Beyoncé drifted off to sleep.

"Bey?" Nicki questioned around 5AM. "Yoncé? Beyoncé?" She rolled her eyes with a chuckle realising the taller woman had fallen asleep. It was cute how easily she'd fallen asleep. Or maybe she had been fighting sleep to continue the conversation. Either way, Nicki was still wide awake. She watched Beyoncé for a while lacing her hair between her fingers before getting up. She could feel a mood coming on and she had to follow it.

Lazily, Onika climbed off the bed and grabbed one of her sketchbooks. This was something she did often in the night as a way to get her thoughts on paper, she'd draw some mythical landscape or some beautiful monster that looked like whatever she felt. Following her intuition, she started to sketch drawing lines and shades onto paper. As she did so she blocked out the world. She didn't notice the sun continue to rise or hear the coffee machines start up or even the bustle of hotel guests checking in and out. Onika was wrapped in her sketch. Her thumb was almost covered in graphite by the time she finished. Not bothering to look at her piece, she felt the weight of sleep finally hit her and she fell beside Beyoncé.

Onika had always struggled with sleep. They had a love hate relationship, she'd say, where she loved sleep but sleep hated her. No matter how tired she was, sleep would take long to come. As she was finally drifting off, she heard the sound of hotel cleaners passing with their carts as expected. They knocked her door not long after. She heard the knock but was too tired to answer and she was far too exhausted to get up. Besides, Beyoncé had moved closer to her and was now passed out on top of her. It wasn't long before the door was pushed open by a lady with a key. Nickis eyes opened slightly to see the young pretty girl she had come to know as Lauren. She forced a lazy smile, glad that it was Lauren and not the woman from yesterday.

Lauren glanced at Nicki who was barely covered by the blanket, stroking blonde hair between her fingers.

"Who's that?" She nodded toward the bed. Onika never had guests apart from Him and he did not sleep so peacefully as the woman laying on her chest.

"His wife" Nicki responded still groggy. Lauren tried to hide her shock but she couldn't help looking as though she was about to jump out of her uniform. Nicki chuckled. She might as well give the housekeeping ladies something to talk about. The whole hotel knew of Him. Lauren looked over again, an innocent face that said she was shocked but not judging.

"She's pretty" she noticed from what she saw of Beyoncé's face. Even pressed into a pillow her face was flawless. The question of how He had bagged her rolled through Lauren's mind but she didn't bother to voice it. Clearly he had something she just couldn't see.

"Mmhm" Nicki just shrugged closing her eyes again.

Lauren walked into the bathroom swapping her towels and essentials. She placed an extra toothbrush and towel on the counter from her trolley and made her way out. Hearing the sound of her leaving Nicki offered a "thank you" before falling back asleep.

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When Onika woke up, she found Beyoncé cross legged at the edge of her bed. In her hands she held the sketch book Onika had forgot to put away before she slept. She looked at each drawing as though she was reading interesting stories, careful not to touch too much. Her fingers traced the pencil images captivated by each one. Onika watched her face noticing each minuscule reaction to the things she'd drawn.

"You drew these?" Beyoncé asked realising Onika was awake and watching her. She nodded looking at the sketchbook in her hands.

"I dont usually uh show people" Onika said wondering how long she'd been asleep. Her sketches were rough drafts made only to get out her feelings. Each sketch was an emotion. She hardly ever looked back at them. She was a painter not a pencil artist.

"They're so interesting" Beyoncé breathed flicking back a couple pages. The sketch she pulled up caused Onika to grimace. She remembered that day - exactly what had happened down to what she wore. She'd never looked back on the sketch but she could remember doing it. The emotions almost flooded back. "This one is so powerful" Beyoncé spoke, pensive as she looked it over.

Onika gulped. There was something about Beyoncé's words that made them feel honest as though she looked at her art and really saw her. She struggled with accepting compliments but these weren't compliments. This was someone seeing her art - really seeing it. And that made her uncomfortable.

"I'm gonna go uh shower..." she paused looking around and getting up. Beyoncé had already showered and was wearing another of Onikas outfits. She wore the shorts from last night and swapped out the large t shirt for a cropped one that rested just below her bra. Her hair was wrapped into a messy bun and her face was makeup free. Nicki held herself back from examining the woman and instead spoke to try and alleviate the awkwardness, "I know the hotel does lunch if you wanna go get some? My room keys in the dresser"

"Thanks"

With that Onika disappeared into the moisture of the bathroom. Ferocious water droplets and a door to separate them, she didn't have to think about Beyoncé anymore. She usually hated people looking at her art without permission but she wasn't mad at Beyoncé. She couldn't get her out of her mind. Even her dream had been filled with her, like a psychedelic trip with Beyoncé at the centre. She scrubbed her skin as the scent of berries filled the air. She finally had a chance to think and wonder what was going on. She liked Beyoncé - more than she thought was ok. But she didn't even know the woman, she met her 24 hours ago. Once her skin was clean she stepped out of the shower and onto the mat wrapping a towel around herself and getting some clothes.

Beyoncé grabbed a plate examining the hotel food. She walked through the tables turning her nose up at most of it. She decided to go for toast and picked up some fruit as usual making sure to wash everything before it entered her mouth. Even still, it made her uncomfortable imagining all the pesticides and handling problems as it arrived in the country. She rarely ate food that wasn't fresh and organic. Onika joined her not long after taking a seat in the crowded lobby.

"Hey"

"Hi" Onika replied, her hood up as she chewed a piece of french toast. She wondered what Beyoncé might have to say today. She'd slept now and maybe come to her senses. Beyoncé was almost finished with breakfast and chewed her last piece of pineapple wincing at the sourness.

"I'm gonna go" came the voice with the words Onika was dreading. She didn't realise she was dreading them until she heard them put so bluntly.

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna go home" Beyoncé repeated looking down at Nicki.

Onika saw the nerves and thoughtfulness in her eyes. She swallowed and took a moment. She chewed again and swallowed. She nodded.

"Cool" The food was all gone and she looked at Beyoncé. She nodded with uncertainty. This made sense to her. She hated it but she understood. Beyoncé had to leave. She had a life to go back to. Onika noticed she had turned her phone back on and had an abundance of notifications she was ignoring. She wanted to say something to keep her there, but nothing came out. She simply nodded as if she didn't care and like that was the right thing to do. She didn't know what the right thing to do was. How could she know? She was after all, a home wrecker.

They both stood up awkwardly from the table, avoiding each others eyes. They returned to Nickis room so Beyoncé could change and get her things. She stripped to her underwear and Nicki forced herself to look away. Beyoncé couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips at this action. Onika had seen it all before, literally.

"What?" Nicki allowed herself to smile.

"Nothing" Beyoncé bit her lip. There was so much Beyoncé wanted to say but she had to go. She had to control herself.

Onika walked Beyoncé downstairs. She muffled her own feelings as they walked in silence save for the sound of Beyoncé's heels on the marble flooring. Awkwardly they turned to say goodbye.

Onika couldn't help looking down as they spoke, her eyes shifting between Beyoncé's feet and legs. She didn't want her to go. But what was she supposed to do? Stay in the room with her until her husband came back? The smile on Nickis face was forced and uneasy as she zoned out Beyoncé's voice. Don't go.

What had they been doing anyway? Sleepovers with your husbands mistress? Onika wanted to call her back. She felt a tug in her chest that made her both angry and sad. She knew Beyoncé had to leave but she hated it. How had things ended up going so far, their lips intwined and their tongues all over each other? But it felt so natural.

"I'll see you soon" Beyoncé smiled cupping her face and forcing Onika to look up at her. She looked into the hazel eyes that felt soft against her skin and suddenly she felt lighter. She was going to see her again. Onika smiled. She felt like a kid begging for attention.

Beyoncé planted a kiss on Onikas cheek before walking through the doors.

Onika savoured that kiss as she watched her walk away. Beyoncé was gorgeous.

Still disoriented, Nicki decided to watch movies and get some assignments done for the rest of the day. She wouldn't do her huge art piece today - she still wasn't sure what to create - and she had other assignments due. She loved painting for its ability to calm her down and give her something to focus on. Any time she needed a distraction or something to focus her thoughts she could always pull out a paintbrush. Looking through her list of a assignments she found the one. It was simple - recreate a classic art history image. She hopped to Google images before taking out a pencil to map out the details.

Sighing, she pressed her paintbrush into water pushing the paint from its bristles. This was embarrassing - why did she even care about Beyoncé? They'd met once and both jumped on each other, that was it. It was less than a one night stand. She should've been glad Beyoncé had left.

But she wasn't. Her brush drifted across the page pressing shades of blue into the paper as she recreated the charcoal image in watercolour. Maybe there was something wrong with Nicki. It was her who initiated things after all. Maybe she was addicted to married people.

But, Beyoncé had kissed back. She couldn't forget that even if she wanted to. Beyoncé's lips had pushed against hers just as hard, their tongues fighting for dominance and arms wrapped tightly around each other. Touching a finger to her lips she relived the memory savouring every moment their lips were together. She continued to paint barely believing that mans wife had kissed her. She was so beautiful. It was all so fast but at the same time so slow. Her brush drifted over the paper in large motions as she created shapes. It didn't take her long to finish - it was an easy painting for her. But the emotion was hard to recreate. Sure, it looked the same but she knew it lacked passion.

After washing her brushes she was finished. She was exhausted still and she lit a blunt before climbing into her bed. She lay down wrapping herself in the blanket which felt too light on top of her now, and made her miss the warmth of Beyoncé's body. Head against the pillow, her body softened as she inhaled the remnants of Beyoncé's scent.

Slipping through daydreams, she heard a knock on her door. It could've been anyone but she hoped it was Beyoncé. She knew it wasn't but she hoped it was. Maybe Lauren had stopped by for a chat before her night shift, maybe someone had complained about her smoking. It was evening though. She wondered if maybe a tourist was lost - it happened from time to time when someone didn't speak the best English they'd knock on her door pointing to a number with a puzzled expression. Nicki sighed finally getting up from the bed. Her feet paddled across the room, ignoring the desperate hope she felt of seeing Beyoncé. Grabbing the door handle, she swung it open. Seeing who it was, her mind immediately numbed.

She stepped aside. All of her thoughts seemed to merge together into a pile of static. Her lips pressed together into an upward curve that looked like a smile. Her heart pounded. Her rehearsed reactions seemed slower, less realistic. She should've expected this but it was the furthest thing from her mind. She hadn't prepared for Him. Her mind was in a fog, and her jaw threatened to drop.

"You're not talking?" Came the gruff voice that belonged to her guest. She could hear the smirk in his tone as it slapped her out of her thoughts.

Fortunately, she pulled herself together and gazed up. She bit her lip as he took a seat on the bed. Her smile relaxed into a more genuine smile as she greeted the man more politely.

"Hi" she said looking down at him.

"That's better" he said pulling her towards him. Onikas eyes dropped losing their sparkle as their lips pressed together. It seemed to be working, she thought. Fake it till you make it - that's what she'd always done with him.

But now, her body acted different. The last person to touch her was his wife. Maybe her body just needed reminding. But she'd forgotten about his existence, she'd forgotten how glad she was to be high. She'd been so busy with her art and with his wife she hadn't fora second thought about him.

"How have you been?" She asked trying to act normal. His kisses reached her neck and she could barely fake a moan. She tried to shift her rigid body and act as unfazed as she should be. She knew what to do, she knew how to do it but it felt wrong this time. She'd been touching his wife, she couldn't stop thinking about his wife, and now she had to be with him. He hadn't even been a second thought.

She paused looking through her sullen eyes. All she could think about was his wife. The woman she was hurting somehow by doing this, the woman who had hurt her by leaving. She knew that night was just a mistake for Beyoncé. Or that she had just been trying to fuck with her - shit maybe they were swingers. She knew it didn't mean anything. But it was fucking with her and now she was struggling to want to fuck Beyoncé's husband.

"Hm" he looked at her moving back to her lips. "What's wrong?" He asked, his face inches from hers. She winced looking over his dark eyes. She kissed him again though her kisses were even dulled as she followed through the motions.

Onika got the sense that he actually cared when he pulled away, eyes trailing over her face, and asked again. She saw his face, brown with enduring moles that showed his age. His lips were big - bigger than both hers and Beyoncé's - and she saw flakes of skin explaining the roughness his lips. She looked at him again trying to understand what he was thinking. Did he care about her? Was she more than just sex?

Her lips slightly opened but no sound came out. She couldn't answer that question. Her eyes flitted around the room looking for an excuse. But her mind came up blank. He looked at her with expectation.

Looking at him, she stopped trying to talk and her lips latched onto him. She kissed him fast closing her eyes. He kissed back as she pulled off her shirt. He pulled her in closer causing her to moan as his lips went directly to her nipples.

Onika let it continue, breathing in the intimacy. It felt good to be touched like this. She breathed in as her underwear was pulled off. She wanted it more now. She needed the distraction. For the first time since his wife had left she wasn't thinking about her.

He pulled her closer taking down his pants, put a condom on, and entered her. Nicki watched feeling his breath run over her skin. She wasn't fully present but she was there. After cumming, he fell asleep beside her.

Nicki felt strange after what had happened with Beyoncé. It was just sex with him but it didn't help her mood. Her feelings were more complicated now and she was grouchy. How did he know she wasn't ok? Was she wearing a sign of her confusion on her face? What was she supposed to say to that? She couldn't stop thinking about his wife? She wasn't ok because she wanted his wife?

The night passed and Onika was still thinking about her. The gorgeous laugh that made her smile that day, the plump lips that were just the right size for her to tug between her teeth. Her mind was scattered and it was stuck on Beyoncé.

After slipping in and out of sleep for hours she decided to 'accidentally' nudge him awake. It didn't take long for him to wake up while she pretended to still be asleep despite the arm that had reached over to slap him awake.

When he woke he grunted clearing the mucous from his throat and looked around. Seeing Onika still asleep, he dragged himself into the shower to wash her off of him. He was measured with his cleanliness making sure to get the all the places he never used to bother with. He had never been unclean but now he scrubbed a little harder.

The water was warm against his skin and Nicki was glad to listen to the water which trickled like rain. His snoring wasn't usually a problem but she was exhausted. She eased into the pillow comfortably listening to the heavy trickle of running water. 20 minutes passed and she felt his rugged lips press against her cheek. Forcing a smile she wiped her eyes and looked at him.

He left the door open and the humidity instantly clogged her nose along with the smells of her shower products. The sweet scent of strawberry was first to hit her as she looked up at the towel clad man. He was more attractive than she remembered and she gazed at the water droplets sitting on his chest. She watched him get ready lazily, her eyes drifting as the towel dried his skin and he applied lotion. But, he was getting ready for work and soon the image was gone as he stood in a suit, filling the air with the steel-like scent of deodorant and after-shave. Eventually, she rolled out of bed, her eyes scanning up and down the man.

"You look good" she told him, watching him check in the mirror. He nodded as she stood up to help with his tie and picked a piece of fluff from his head. For a moment they were a traditional couple and he pulled her in close to look at her. She wore a bonnet and nothing else while he dressed and got ready to face the business world. Allowing him another kiss, Nicki smiled before laying back down. He left soon after, briefcase in hand ready for court.

And when he left, she was alone again. But, she was used to being alone. She spent most of her time by herself locked in the same room day after day. It didn't get boring for her - she had things to do - but sometimes she wondered what it was like for other people. She didn't miss her old job - in fact she hated that job, she knew it was only a matter of time before they fired her - but she missed the dull chatter of her ex colleagues. They had been the only thing that made the job bearable, keeping her company through the 8 hour shifts. She no longer had to work, but she did have to get out of bed.

Despite still being tired, she knew she wouldn't fall back asleep. So after putting together a simple outfit, she entered the bathroom to turn on the shower. Hot water began spraying as she undressed.

Her plans for the day didn't exist but she'd decided to leave the hotel. She spent too much time here and it was unhealthy. She had work to do but she wasn't in the mood and the only other thing to do was go for walks. Her friends were all busy and lived far away, and things had changed between them since she moved. It bothered her that they didn't call anymore. But, she couldn't focus on that. A knock on the door caused her to jump before she ran to unlock the door.

Before she had time to open it fully, the door was open. Pushing a trolley, Lauren walked in greeting her with a smile.

Releasing a sigh, Nicki spoke. "I'm so glad it's you today" she said closing the door. Lauren had walked in on her multiple times, as had the other cleaners, but Lauren was the least annoying when it happened. They made small talk sometimes. Nicki learned they were the same age and both in school, Nicki to be an artist and Lauren to be an accountant. She was the type of person Nicki liked to be around - chill and minded her business. Lauren was exactly that. Lauren would let her sleep compared to the others who'd try to vacuum as she slept or otherwise piss her off in an attempt to put her in her place.

Lauren relaxed finding only Nicki inside the room. Then she shot Nicki a confused look.

"Let's just say, one of your colleagues is more annoying than a snitch in the hood" Nicki rolled her eyes as she followed Lauren towards the bed,

"She's not that bad" the younger girl laughed as she replaced the sheets. Jennifer got the most complaints from guests but most guests were out within a week. Nicki, however, had to see Jenny for months. She hated the woman; not only did she have a bad attitude and disregard for guests but she'd sometimes walk around singing in tones Nicki was convinced were satanic.

Lauren laughed as Nicki emptied the pillow cases. The hotel would never fire Jennifer despite the many complaints. She didn't bother Lauren though - maybe it was because she minded her business or maybe it was just a matter of time. Either way, Lauren didn't mind the occasional conversation with Jennifer before she left work."She probably just hates the job. You know she was like a lawyer in Puerto Rico?"

Nicki raised a brow shrugging as she replaced the pillowcases."That's fucked up" she responded although she hated to defend her. She'd heard of things like that happening where qualifications aren't the same in other countries and hold no value. For a moment they were silent both contemplating the situation.

"Don't mean she gotta knock my shit at 6am like the fuckin cops though. You can tell her ass used to be in law. Banging my door like it's a damn gavel"

Lauren laughed again as she replaced the sheets with fresh cotton ones that smelled plain and clean. The white sheet went on easily as they continued to chat and Nicki lazily helped with the tasks. After replacing all the essentials, Lauren took out the vacuum and Nicki went back to the bathroom to put on her makeup.

"Where you going looking like that?" Lauren stood at the door cutting off the vacuum. She expected Nicki to say somewhere exciting. Especially considering the life she lived. That man's wife was just in her bed!

Nicki frowned. "Like what? I'm just going for a walk. I feel like I've been in this room for a year"

"That's how you dress to walk? You tryna snatch somebody's else's man huh?"

"Bitch?" Nicki cackled. Had anyone else said that she would've been offended but she knew Lauren didn't mean it like that. "I don't want nobody's man, let's start there"

Her mind drifted to his wife again wondering if she'd see her again before Lauren cut off her thoughts.

"Somebody's woman then. Shit you look good, you want me?" She joked teasing the cleavage that showed through her uniform.

"If you're offering" Nicki licked her lips playfully scanning Lauren's frame. The two burst into laughter rolling their eyes.

"You really just going for a walk?" Lauren asked.

Nicki shrugged. She had nothing else to do. Walks were the only thing that got her out of that hotel. "None of my friends live in the city so..."

"You wanna go for lunch?" Lauren asked. She was desperate to do something other than work or school. Nickis eyes widened. "You're my last room and then I just gotta do my timesheet and get changed"

"Sure" Nicki almost drooled at the prospect of going out with someone else. She'd been there for so long alone and bored. Her friends had visited but the drive was long and once the novelty wore off they were just as bored as her. It felt like he was the only person she saw these days. She hadn't seen a friend in months.

Lauren left to get ready and Nicki grinned with delight. She relished the idea of having a friend to spend time with. Everyone she met seemed to dislike her or want to sleep with her and she hated it.

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Beyoncé, on the other hand, was constantly busy. She sat scribbling in her notepad with one leg crossed over the other. A plane didn't make the best place for planning but she tried anyway. Taking a sip from her flute glass, she attempted to focus her thoughts.

She was struggling to do her job and she didn't know if it was her or the client. The client didn't know what she wanted which made her job even harder, but usually she was better at guiding and talking to her clients. As an interior designer, she needed to know her clients interests so she could design for them. Everyone wanted a personal touch which meant Beyoncé needed to know their personalities. She usually did this by talking. She'd meet them somewhere - at work or during their lunch break when they had a free moment. She'd use the scene to her advantage and coax them into revealing their dream home through a simple conversation. But Taraji was either avoiding her or she really was as busy as they come.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. She wore a pantsuit with block heels and nibbled the pen between her teeth. The plane had started to move and she was waiting for her moment. She always watched the ascent with her eyes wide open focused on the way the city disappeared into the clouds. The bumps of clouds would become an abstract landscape as the awakening light of the sun faded into the sky. The clouds folded into themselves beneath the winged aircraft and she gingerly raised her glass again letting the bubbles meet her lips.

Her ears began to feel uncomfortable as she glanced at her notepad. Turning a page she started to make a thought bubble. This was something she rarely had to do - usually the ideas just flowed. Taking pen to paper, she started to write; it started off basic - name, age, occupation. She pulled from her memory all of the facts about the client. She wrote down what she knew trying to pull anything interesting from their limited conversations. "Busy" she underlined twice. How could she design a home for someone too busy to talk? She hoped this flight to meet in person would help with her ideas, but she had a feeling the problem was coming from her and not the client.

Throwing some gum into her mouth she forced herself to be stable and tried not to overthink. It had been a while since she'd last seen that woman in the hotel room. She couldn't stop thinking about her, remembering the scent of her body wash as it hit her nostrils, knowing how much she wanted more but had stopped herself. The moment had passed and she was still on her mind.

For once, the stars had aligned and put her best friend with her for the next two hours. Beyoncé took another sip of her drink, questioning who she was, and what this meant, before she gulped deciding to say something.

Glancing to her left she put away her shame and spoke. It was the first time in a while she had company on a flight. Her best friend was also flying for work. Their jobs were not the same at all but they both were the best at what they did. Bey sipped the champagne, as though it was liquid courage.

"Remember when we were kids and you ate all those cookies and I never told anyone?" She didn't bother to wait for Kelly's reaction, knowing she would just bring up the fact that Beyoncé had copied and eaten the other half. The point was she never told even as they both got in trouble - she kept her mouth shut. "I need tell you something but you can never say a word. And I mean ever"

Rolling her eyes, her best friend nodded. They told each other everything so there was no need for Beyoncé to suddenly be swearing her to secrecy. Kelly thought it was stupid but she agreed nonetheless, curious what was so important she'd invoked a childhood treaty and why her best friend seemed so awkward and shy. Beyoncé hadn't said a word since they sat down.

Looking around to ensure her privacy, Beyoncé gestured her closer in their space and started to explain her meeting with Nicki. She needed to tell someone, the guilt and passion was eating her up inside. Kellys first reaction was anger - this bastard was cheating on her best friend. She was going to kill him.

But as the story continued, her reactions changed to shock and intrigue. She couldn't believe it. The girl she used to spend every week at Sunday school with had cheated on her husband - with a woman - and it was the woman her husband was sleeping with.

"I didn't cheat!" Beyoncé was decisive. What she had done was not cheating. It was a kiss - maybe a heavy make out session - but nothing more. It was wrong but it wasn't cheating.

"You might as well have gone all the way" Kelly exclaimed through laughter. "Damn near tonguing this girl down. And it's his mistress too, that's foul Bey. Ooh I'm so proud of you!" She mushed her.

Beyoncé huffed, pulling herself out of Kelly's grasp and placing her head into her hands. Kelly was not helping at all. She had always disliked her husband from the day they were introduced so of course she was celebrating. Kelly said he wasn't good enough for her, but Beyoncé argued no man would ever be good enough in Kelly's eyes.

"That's not why I told you." She rolled her eyes. "I need your advice"

Kelly nodded, silently beaming with pride.

Beyoncé took a breath. "I can't stop thinking about her. It's ridiculous, I don't even know her." She said in a lowered voice.

Kelly side eyed her causing her to taper off as she placed her empty glass on the table. She took in a breath and sighed knowingly - her friend was down bad. "I should've known" Kelly shook her head. "I really should have known"

"Known what?" Beyoncé was getting frustrated. Kelly wasn't taking her seriously and it was annoying as hell. Her best friend was always goofy but now wasn't the time. She was laughing and making fun of her when she needed actual advice.

"You're Beyoncé. You don't sleep with people or do casual hookups. I know you were high but the fact that you even accepted drugs from a stranger should tell you something. If you went as far as kissing her you must've had some kind of feelings for her."

"What?" Beyoncé gulped. "We just met!" She protested. But she knew Kelly had a point. Beyoncé rarely liked to be touched. She had even been uncomfortable when she first met her husband. It usually took weeks to even get a kiss on the cheek but here she was making out with a stranger desperately wanting more.

Eventually she began to nod. "I did like her. She was really funny and not because I was high. She was so easy to talk to and she really made me laugh. She was different but in a good way, kind of confusing but she was beautiful." She chuckled thinking back before dismissing herself. "But that's crazy I barely even know her"

"But you want to know her." Kelly smirked raising her brows.

Beyoncé sighed before trying to explain it in her mind. "It's probably just because she's a woman and I've never - you know - with a woman. Like it's on my mind. That explains why I'm thinking about her a lot"

"Not what I said but sure" Kelly shrugged. She was used to being more of a soundboard than an actual advisor. Beyoncé did not like advice other than her own, and even that was a struggle at times. Kelly got used to offering her opinions and Beyoncé hearing what she wanted to.

"That makes sense. I'm just thinking about her because she's a woman who I... and that's weird. Because I've never - you know... with a woman"

"If you say so lesbeyoncé" Kelly teased causing Beyoncé to punch her arm in response. It wasn't the first time Kelly had called her a lesbian but Beyoncé had always brushed it off as a joke. An air hostess passed offering them snacks and drinks which they turned down. It was only a 2 hour flight so that bag of chips was beyond unnecessary.

"Have y'all spoken since?" Kelly asked.

"No. I don't know her like that"

"Well get to know her. You clearly want to"

"I'm married Kells!"

"So is he" Kelly responded placing an earphone in her ear. Flights were for music not relationship drama. She didn't care that Beyoncé had almost cheated - as far as she was concerned her husband was lucky she'd said yes and he should be thanking his lucky stars every time she came home to his basic ass.

Kelly told Beyoncé she deserved the world and more and she would fight anyone who tried to give her less. And Beyoncé was the same with Kelly - more with actions than words which usually resulted in some legal fees.

They flew together, comfortably, enjoying the drinks. They were best friends through thick and thin. And if Kelly thought she should get to know Onika then maybe she was right. Her best friend had never led her astray even with the advice she didn't take. She considered it during the flight, knowing how much easier it would be to drive from the airport when she got back to the hotel Onika stayed in.

Her cheating husband hadn't been very smart hauling his mistress into the hotel nearest to the airport they both frequented. Beyoncé wondered whether it was his idea or hers to be in a hotel. But remembering the dullness in Nickis eyes, she had her answer. She spent the rest of the flight thinking about Nicki, remembering what they'd talked about and how she had reacted. She remembered the woman's body and how desperate she had been to touch her. But she held herself back from imagining too much. This was, after all, the same woman her husband was fucking.

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"This place is really beautiful" Nicki admired the view from the table which overlooked a clear blue pool. She hadn't imagined having something to do would be the highlight of her week. She never thought she'd be so happy just to hang out with another human being but she was overjoyed.

"Yeah I used to come here sometimes with my parents" Lauren chuckled before looking down. Looking around, this was the type of place you only went to if you had lots of money. They had eaten and now sat musing and talking over their lives.

"What happened?" She asked stirring her drink with the long metal straw. They were far enough into lunch to ask personal questions and the two were surprisingly comfortable in each others company.

"My dad lost his job and with the stress of being the only one making money, my mom was mentally exhausted. She was always looking for other options and a way out - she'd go on these rants about how she just needed to learn a new skill or work harder and we'd be fine. Anyway, she met this guy, he seemed really smart and cool, you know? Like he was good at talking. He said he could help her with investing and said he'd double our money." Lauren sighed at this point, grabbing some of the bread laid out in the centre of the table. "She ended up giving him all our money to invest and he ran off with it. Police said they can't help since she willingly gave him the money"

"Fuck" Nicki raised a brow. Lauren seemed so calm about it, she could tell it wasn't her first time telling the story.

"Yeah. But honestly, I'm just glad she's okay now. Things were crazy back then, I don't even remember seeing my mom home. She was always working or looking for work. Since that happened, my dad and I make sure she doesn't overwork herself and she's actually got a social life. My dads working now too. It's not the best job but we make do and at least we're not struggling"

Nicki nodded softly. She was Lauren had been honest with her and glad she had offered to pay for lunch. She'd disguised her offer as a thanks for being a friend but she knew she would feel guilty if she hadn't paid especially while she lay in a hotel room every night that Lauren cleaned. She understood better than most how money or lack of money can make you go crazy. Being broke was not a joke.

"Now it's your turn." Lauren watched her drink. "I told you something about me now you gotta tell me something"

"What'd you wanna know?" Nicki raised a brow expecting Lauren to ask something deep.

"How that mans wife ended up in your bed?" Lauren shot back immediately as if she'd been dying to know for days.

Nicki let out a cackle instantly dropping her face into her hands. There wasn't much she could say to answer the question. She'd been high for most of the evening and every explanation she came up with sounded ridiculous.

"I don't know" she spoke. "I think I surprised her. She wanted to beat my ass I think. But then I think she liked me. We were talking and she seemed cool. One thing led to another and I let her stay the night" she frowned, still confused how the woman had come expecting a fight and ended up almost doing the opposite.

She glanced over again at the view. The skyline was the perfect mix of nature and skyscrapers which was perfect for the weather. She could immediately tell this was a building built to be shown off. Her mind drifted to the cloud coloured dress Beyoncé had worn that day. She was beautiful in the dress which floated perfectly down her frame. From the moment she got there Onika was dazed by her looks. She'd known already what his wife looked like but in person she was captivating.

"So did y'all...?" Lauren asked, her finger tracing the rim of her glass with a sly look in her eyes.

"Her straight ass?" Onika burst into laughter as if it was ridiculous. "Nah she ain't ready for all this"

"Well tell her I'm ready whenever she ready to leave Mr. Ugly" Lauren giggled remembering the way she looked in bed. She'd noticed every curve that Beyoncé had hidden under the blanket. That woman was every bit of fine.

"Girl, if I ever see her ass again" Nicki shrugged raising a brow. She'd not considered Beyoncé returning. She seemed like a woman unhappy in her marriage that just needed a little excitement. Nicki had given her that. Perhaps she'd even given her too much. Lauren laughed and the conversation moved on. They spoke about their lives and how annoying college was.

Lauren finished her drink ordering another as soon as the empty glass hit the wood of the table. She grinned when the pink strawberry daiquiri arrived with a strawberry pressed on top of the ice. Their lunch consisted of more drinks than food. The two fed off of each others energy. They were getting drunker and drunker together as the minutes turned to hours. Nicki hadn't planned to get more than tipsy but it had been so long since she had the option, she didn't dare turn it down.

Though Beyoncé was always in the back of her mind. Lauren was a great distraction but she was sad she wouldn't see Beyoncé again. She knew she shouldn't but she still wanted to. The woman was different in a way that she liked. Maybe she shouldn't have kissed her and made everything so weird. She sighed blaming the woman who's lips had called to her.

Ordering another platter of wings, Nicki scarfed them down with her drinks. Lauren coated them in hot sauce while Nicki added the ketchup. Neither of them worried about the bill which was quickly growing larger as they continued to enjoy the day. Nicki finally had something to spend that man's money on. Lunch continued and at the back of Nickis mind was the taller blonde woman who'd once shared a bed with her.

The Uber back was spent laughing and chatting causing their passenger rating to drop drastically. The strong smell of chicken radiated through Lauren's handbag while Nicki was cackling at nothing but herself. Nicki felt like she was back home having brunch with her friends with the way the two were getting on.

"Thanks for this Lo, I finally feel normal" Nicki gave her a smile. Lauren smiled in return and suggested they do it again.

Arriving back at the hotel Nicki was stopped by a concierge. He was a slender man who couldn't have been older than twenty. This was probably a summer job for him - he'd soon leave and go back to school.

"Miss Maraj" he said slowly jogging to catch her.
Nicki turned back with a smile to hide her annoyance - she desperately needed the bathroom.

"Uh someone came to see you today. She insisted we let you know. She was very persistent"

She frowned. Nobody ever came to see her, except him. And if it was any of her friends she knew they would've called. "She?"

"Yeah, she asked for your number and details first and—"

"Did you give them?" Nicki interrupted starting to fret. She raised a brow wondering if her mother had somehow found her. Fuck that would be bad. Or maybe she'd finally been discovered by her favourite artist who wanted to offer her a paid internship. Probably not the latter.

"No of course not ma'am, it's against hotel policy. She sat in the lobby waiting for you for about an hour. She made me promise to tell you she was here. She looked so busy on her laptop and her phone just kept ringing and ringing." He chuckled with light amusement. "I see you have more wealthy friends"

At this Nicki paused. Her mother would not have been that busy and she definitely wouldn't have looked wealthy. She frowned for a moment contemplating. "Lightskin and blonde?"

"Yes ma'am" he responded, and her face fell into her chest with disbelief. She was relieved it wasn't her mother and but confused by Beyoncé's presence. Any urge she felt to pee was replaced by a dire need to know everything. Why had that woman come to see her? What did she want now? Was she finally going to be the crazy wife who gets jealous and attacks her husband's mistress? Or was this about how they'd almost touched - would she be upset, try to convince Nicki she was sorry, that nothing had happened, tell her to never speak of that again? Nicki sighed inwardly.

"Thanks" she responded, finally walking back towards her room.

Meet me at Julliettes on Tuesday at 6pm
Beyoncé x

The note sat on her floor clearly slid underneath her door. Her heart raced. Beyoncé wanted to see her again. She had been to her hotel.

Onika hadn't been able to get her out of her mind, even touching herself with images of her and now she wanted to see her again. She didn't know if that was a good idea. She had no idea what Beyoncé wanted. The note was hand written by Beyoncé and had the restaurants address on the back.

She turned on her tv trying to forget about the woman.

Another day passed and Onika felt rage. How dare Beyoncé toy with her like this? Onika liked her. The woman was incredible - smart, and beautiful, and cute, and interesting. Onika hated it. She kissed the woman. Then she disappeared. Onika was usually smarter than this. She'd opened up to someone she didn't know. Now she didn't know where she stood.

The days were usually quiet but this day was a painful silence. She thought of coming clean, apologising to the Man and telling him the truth - how she'd almost slept with his wife and couldn't stop thinking about her. But even in her hope she knew that was a bad idea. Maybe the woman was horrible and she deserved to be cheated on. She probably lied about who she was and that's why her husband hated her.

...but he didn't hate her. He spoke about her with love and admiration only. Anyone could tell he was in awe of her. Insecurity on his part, but she seemed very secure. She thought of the woman who apparently wanted to see her again. This was a woman who had the perfect life and wanted to ruin Onikas.

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Onika got to the restaurant at 18 minutes past 6.

She was deliberately late and had planned to be later but she hated the idea of getting there and Beyoncé was gone. She was a busy woman after all. She looked at the building with its piano and chandeliers and suddenly didn't want to go inside. This place was fancy and she felt like she stood out. She had dressed the party but she feared they'd see through her. Looking through the window she noticed Beyoncé. She was sitting at the back in a sleek dress, her legs crossed and bouncing as usual.

Onika bit her lip. This woman was stunning. She had on less makeup this time, probably feeling less of a need to compete with Onika, and looked absently into the distance. A waiter dressed in a white dress shirt, black pants and black tie snapped her out of her daze, likely asking if she expected company.

Onika entered the restaurant slowly and made her way to Beyoncé's table. She sat down, her heart beating steadily as she said hello. Beyoncé had been so entranced in her thoughts she jumped when she saw Onika sat in front of her.

"Sorry" she chuckled and they both shuffled awkwardly through greeting each other. Onika wondered what she was doing in this restaurant and Beyoncé looked at her for a moment before speaking. Nicki was beautiful and she looked so different to how Beyoncé remembered her on the balcony. She had swapped the sweats for a dress and her makeup was mesmerising - she looked like a doll.

"I got you this" Beyoncé hesitated pulling a box from her bag.

Onika watched the black gift box appear with a pink ribbon carefully tied around it. It was a pretty box - too pretty to be a last minute gift. Half expecting this to be a prank, Nicki took the box from her and opened it. She took care with the bow before she lifted the gift and smiled. "Oh! They're for-"

"I didn't think you had any and I was shopping and I saw these and thought you would like them and they were pretty so..."

Nicki nodded, her face enamoured by the gift. Beyoncé had got her an art related gift.

"Thank you" was all she said still admiring paintbrush rest and ceramic palette. Beyoncé must've noticed her using old takeaway containers for all of her paints. They were cheap and did the job but this felt so mature. The gift could've been cheap plastic and Onika would've been touched but these were clearly worth something.

Nicki felt moved by the sentimentality of it. These were beautiful, and had clearly come from a specialist art shop so unless Beyoncé regularly shopped in art shops, she was lying about just being out shopping. The weight of them alone told her they were pricey. They had probably cost more than any art supply she'd ever used.

"How have you been?" Beyoncé asked attempting to change the topic. She hadn't wanted it to be a big deal. It was just a small gift.

"Um I've been good" Nicki lied. Her week had been an awful mixture of wanting to see Beyoncé and hating herself for wanting to see her. Her lunch date with Lauren was the highlight of her week. She wondered if this woman knew about when her husband was there. But she couldn't think about that, she was supposed to focusing on Beyoncé. "Sorry I didn't get you anything, I didn't know—"

"Its fine, I don't even know why I got you that. I just thought you'd like it and um..." she trailed off uncomfortably.

"No- I really appreciate it, thank you so much." Nickis reply was genuine and heartfelt. The gift really did mean something to her. Gifts from Beyoncé's husband were always so vapid. But this was thoughtful - Beyoncé had actually seen her, even if it was just her art, and got her a gift specifically for her. She was instantly reminded of Beyoncé on her bed flipping through her sketchbook. "Are you an artist?"

Beyoncé's response was a soft chuckle which showed her dimples. "No I don't have the talent for that, I just like looking"

Nicki raised a brow urging her to continue. She was so different to her husband, even in they way they expressed their interests. She was humble and demure, but Onika got the feeling there was more to her. The woman had depth

"I have a small art collection at home from my mother. She loves art so I spent a lot of my childhood in galleries and I grew to really appreciate the craft and the work that goes into it. Your talent is really inspiring"

Nicki blushed as the two made eye contact. She thanked her as the waiter came over to take an order. Beyoncé glanced at Nicki who hadn't even looked at the menu before speaking.

"Can you give us a moment please?"

The waiter gave a nod and wandered towards another table. It wasn't a busy restaurant but there were enough people to set the atmosphere at ease.

"Do you drink?" Beyoncé asked.

Nicki nodded, suddenly feeling shy and out of place. This was the kind of restaurant Beyoncé's husband never would've taken her to. He only took her to places he could show her off in. Restaurants were too intimate and besides, he thought, Nicki liked Popeyes.

When the waiter returned Beyoncé ordered 2 glasses of a wine Nicki had never heard of and some water for the both of them. She wanted Nicki to feel at ease during this. "What made you think I was an artist?" She asked returning to their conversation.

"It's just the way you speak like you actually respect what we do. You can tell you've been around more art than the average person. And judging by the way you looked through my sketchbook you seem to have an eye for creativity." Nicki spoke.

"Sorry about that" she cringed inwardly. "I didn't mean to invade your privacy or anything. I was just so curious and when I saw one of your pieces I had to see the rest."

"Mmhm, it's all good baby" Onika playfully rolled her eyes. She let go of the idea that Beyoncé was some kind of evil mastermind just messing with her and decided to just let herself relax. This woman felt so truly kind and genuine, seeing her like this sent electric over her skin. Nicki tucked in her lips in watching the woman slowly sip her drink. "How about you? How was your week beautiful?"

Beyoncé blushed at the compliment. Nicki had slipped it in so effortlessly, just like every time she had called Beyoncé beautiful. Bey instantly became flustered. Her dimples popped as Nicki smiled knowingly. Beyoncé had known this woman a week and she'd already called her beautiful more times than she thought possible. Maybe she did have a crush on this woman as Kelly had suggested. For a second Beyoncé forgot how to use words and her mind went fuzzy before she collected herself.

"It's been busy" She started to speak, her voice low and apologetic. She wondered if Nicki was mad she hadn't contacted her until now. She hadn't meant to take so long but this had been a confusing revelation for her. She also had to deal with her husband. This whole scenario has her mind going crazy. She crossed her legs before telling Nicki about her meeting with Taraji.

"The actress?" She asked and conversation flowed again as they ordered their food and continued to speak. They took sips at the same time and grabbed their cutlery at the same time. Nicki loved the way Beyoncé's lips moved as she spoke. Her lips were beautiful and they fit her face perfectly.

"Do you want dessert?" Beyoncé asked.

Nicki bit her lip suddenly feeling shy. She knew she wasn't paying for any of this and she still didn't know why what was going on, and why she was there. She wanted to ask what Beyoncé wanted out of this but she thought that might be rude. She glanced at the waiter who was carrying a plate to another table immediately wanting to eat whatever that was.

"We'll both have the molten chocolate soufflé" Beyoncé smiled at the waiter who muttered something before leaving. Onika looked at her knowing she could fall in love. This restaurant experience was surprisingly like a date. Maybe that was what this was? She wanted to ask but she didn't want to ruin anything. Beyoncé's presence felt like a dream and Nicki hung on her every word.

She sat with the food and Beyoncé letting the food melt on her tongue. Everything was delicious and fancy as hell. There were no prices on the menu so she knew it was crazy. Beyoncé, however, did not seem impressed. It fascinated her to see how easily Beyoncé fit into this world and yet they were both so comfortable together.

She scanned over Beyoncé's body again, noticing her cleavage which popped in the dress. She instantly remembered seeing her unclothed and got flustered from the memory. Beyoncé's boobs were something else. Everything was going well between the two. They were enjoying each others company. The wine was going to her head and she had to force herself to look away. Instead, she drank some of her water as the two continued their conversations, talking about their lives outside of Beyoncé's husband.

And every time Beyoncé spoke - with that accent and that deep and heavy voice - Onikas body would tingle reminding her of her attraction to Beyoncé. Beyoncé did the same thing eyeing Nicki intensely whenever she she seemed distracted. She wondered if Onika noticed, how her eyes would linger and she'd watch her intensely. She was discretely, yet desperately, eye-fucking her across the table.

When the bill came Beyoncé placed a card on the table. Nicki didn't even pretend to offer to pay - the two were in very different tax brackets. Beyoncé smiled at the younger girl, slightly offended when the waiter asked if they'd be splitting the bill. The two were clearly together. There was no reason to split the bill.

"I have to go, he gets back tonight" Beyoncé offered a smile. Nicki looked into her eyes searching for more before they left the restaurant and Nicki went back to her hotel. Were they really going to just leave it there? "I'll give you my number" she said as they left.

They stood outside in the wind looking at each other. Onika still didn't know what this was, and she had no idea what Beyoncé wanted. Beyoncé couldn't express it through words. She wanted to kiss her.

"Bye" she said and the two looked at each other with longing. Tension lingered in the air between them. Beyoncé's, her legs felt weak. She examined her lips, just wanting to touch them, before Onika turned to leave.

As she turned around, Beyoncé grabbed her hand and pulled her close to kiss her. Nickis eyes fluttered closed. Her lips were like heaven. She felt like she was in a movie as the restaurant lights sparkled nearby. All she could think of was the beautiful woman she was melting into.

As they pulled away, Beyoncé bit her lip and they said their goodbyes again. Was that a date, Nicki wondered. It seemed like one but she couldn't be sure. She couldn't be on a date with her sugar daddy's wife. Surely that was crazy? She returned to her hotel room and got ready for bed.

Checking her phone, her finger paused over Beyoncé's number. That kiss felt amazing. Every time Beyoncé looked at her Nickis mind whirred through space and time. Beyoncé was more beautiful than she remembered and the things she said only made her more attractive. She felt like she had known her forever and as if the two had been in love before.

Nicki typed her number into WhatsApp and clicked on the profile picture. The image that came up made her stare in awe. "Wow" she whispered to herself. The image was of Beyoncé and her husband. She was stunning and wore a smile that showed her gummy smile. It was the same smile she had when she first noticed Nicki in the restaurant, a real smile where she looked genuinely happy. Onika wanted to see it again. It was disorienting even being around her. She felt so stuck in the world of just them, she hadn't managed to ask her questions. What were they doing having dinner? Why hadn't Beyoncé explained anything in the restaurant? What did she want from onika?

In the picture Nicki noticed Beyoncé clung to her husband while his arm hung loosely around her. He wasn't smiling but his brows were raised and he wore sunglasses. Nicki wondered where they were or what had happened that day since her hair was frizzy and she wore a crop top and shorts leading Onika to wonder if that was on their honeymoon. It was definitely a vacation of some sort. She thought about what to message Beyoncé when a notification popped up from Lauren.

"Hey hun" said the text. The two were comfortably friends now.
"hiiiiii 🦄"
"you wanna go out tomorrow? I need to get fucked up"
"sure 🤣🤣"
"mind if I put you in a GC with my girls? It's just two of my friends, Normani and Victoria. They don't know each other either"
"sure no problem 🥰🥰"

The group chat was already funny, and it had barely been a minute. One of the girls was already talking about getting some dick and the other was planning her "hoe outfit". Onika focused on that instead of trying to deal with Beyoncé since Beyoncé only confused her.

Lauren was a good distraction - something to change her thoughts around. Maybe she'd even find someone to distract her while she was out. Hopefully not a married woman who couldn't even commit to fucking her. She'd been so captured by the woman she'd been willing to do anything - like go on dates with a married woman. This was an obsession she needed to stop.

She reacted to a message laughing and began to chat to the girls. They were all gorgeous which she commented on. Lauren was quick to respond telling Onika to stop flirting. She bit her lip, Lauren was getting to know her a little too well. The four continued messaging and Beyoncé slowly faded from her mind. That woman was married, and, judging by her picture, she was very much in love with her husband. She fell asleep with her mind on Lauren. Why couldn't she have a crush on her? The girl was gorgeous and uncomplicated. She also wasn't married to that was a plus.

She decided not to message Beyoncé. They'd end up talking and she'd end up back in this same predicament. The two were never going to be together so what was the point of any of this? Beyoncé was complicated, Onika needed simple. She hoped going out with Lo and her friends would help to change her feelings.

She slept.

Waking up she checked her phone. There was a message from the man letting her know he'd be over that night. She sighed and took a shower getting ready to do nothing. She planned to have a lazy day until later when he got there.

Her body extra clean from the shower could still recall the sensations of Beyoncé on her body. She could still feel each touch from the fingers on her hand. They were slightly cooler than hers and she remembered the woman's scent when she hugged her - perfume mixed with cocoa. And her lips tasted like the rich soufflé. She wanted to kiss her again. Onika wondered if she'd see her again - she hoped she would but that was stupid. She cancelled her plans with Lauren and her friends and still didn't message the woman.

When the man arrived he talked a lot. He seemed to have a lot on his mind, something about a deal he had made. Onika kissed him planting kisses down his neck as she pretended to listen. She unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his pants until he finally stopped talking. She took his length into her mouth and sucked the way he liked it. She even pretended to choke when appropriate, and swallowed when the time came.

The next morning was the same as usual except he told her he was taking her to breakfast. He was still going on about business and this new deal he'd made. It was the best deal he'd ever made for the company and Onika wasn't sure if he was obsessed with the deal or if he was simply proud of himself. Apparently it would bring in millions for the company and he might get a raise. She congratulated him and looked forward to the gift from him which she'd later sell.

She did that sometimes with his really bad gifts, she'd pretend to love them then sell them a month later. He never noticed and she doubted he even paid attention to what he was getting her and if she would like it. He just saw a price tag and assumed she would like it. He shopped like he was shopping for a gold digger. And maybe she was but she wished sometimes he would at least pretend.

He was going into so much detail about this new development and she couldn't care less. She stood by the mirror pretending to do her hair but truthfully she just needed a distraction from his voice. As they passed through the hotel lobby, Onika slowed embracing the distractions. New guests, the toasters, elevators, and chefs made the perfect distraction from a person you were bored of. He went to speak to the reception desk and Onika watched a couple FaceTimed their kids. Grandparents passed the phone between 3 children while the parents put on their best child friendly voices. She chuckled to herself at the expertly hidden chaos, one of them was clearly half asleep while the other sat silently with a smile plastered on their face. She couldn't work out if it was all night arguing or all night sex that made them look such a mess. Either way the kids didn't seem to notice.

The man took her to breakfast and she didn't order much, just toast and eggs and coffee. She smiled at him with no light in her eyes as he continued to ramble. He grabbed his briefcase to show her some of the plans and she simply nodded again with a false smile as if she was paying attention. She wanted to hate him but she couldn't. He wasn't a bad person - she just didn't really like him. She couldn't exactly hate him for being with his wife. She was grateful to him actually. The comfort and money she now felt she had was all because of him.

Continuing to ramble, he then pulled out a leaflet and a set of keys. She was still zoned out until he put the keys in her hand causing her to look up.

"I got you a place" he said as though it was the simplest thing ever. "It's this one here" he pointed at the leaflet.

"What do you mean?" She asked, her mind still whirring struggling to snap back into the conversation. She frowned and her mind faltered as if she hadn't heard him.

"I got you an apartment" he repeated watching the news sink in. He was being nice? She looked at him with questioning eyes "I know you hate that room, so I got you an apartment"

Onikas brows raised as her face flitted through a million emotions. She looked at the flyer and then at the keys in her hand. What was even happening right now?

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Onika was still struggling to comprehend the news. The man had bought her an apartment. An actual place for her to live in. It was downtown and newly built. She'd seen pictures of it and taken an online tour. He would take her there next week but she could go whenever she wanted. The keys were hers. He'd given them to her.

She returned to her hotel room after breakfast and started painting. It was going to be big - she'd pulled out a 30 inch canvas for this. She didn't think or know exactly what she was painting, she just knew that she needed to create. The way she felt had to be painted. She rested the canvas against a wall and grabbed Beyoncé's gifts pouring her paints out as needed. She spent the day ignoring calls of sleep and nature as her brushes soared over the canvas. If she slept it was for mere hours before she continued. The canvas needed more green - always more green in different shades. Then more white. Then a splash of blue. She pressed her brush into more paint still, going back to add more detail.

Each time she looked up there was a new thing to paint. All that mattered was the art to her. She exhaled looking at the image. She still didn't know what she was painting or what exactly had inspired this image but she knew she had to paint, her entire body was telling her to paint.

And so she painted, letting her mind be free. Every emotion that came would be food for her painting. Nothing mattered yet everything mattered. It needed more paint. Her eyes were inside of the soul of this painting. She could feel emotion pouring out of her. She cried a couple times while she painted. Nicki was creating a mirror through her brush strokes - reflective of her every emotion.

When Beyoncé arrived at the hotel, Onika was deep in her painting. The room had the plasticky smell of oil paints and Onikas eyes swirled different shades of green. Gingerly, Beyoncé knocked at the door. She could hear noise behind the door - a tv and some movement, Nicki rolled her eyes and grit her teeth returning to the painting she was sure was more important than whoever was at the door. Beyoncé waited but none of these sounds indicated anyone was going to answer. Tucking her lips in, she knocked again. This time she heard a voice respond.

"I'm okay thanks" Onika responded in that curt but polite tone she'd grown used to using as to not offend people. Her mind was elsewhere and the knocking was an unwelcome distraction.

"It's- um-" Beyoncé stuttered, "I'm- um- it's not um- it's Beyoncé." She eventually said hoping her voice was enough. To her surprise the shuffling got louder and her eyebrows knit together. After a couple moments of standing awkwardly she asked "Are you gonna - um- let me in?" Her eyes darted around the hallway in hopes no one was watching her.

Beyoncé had spent the last few days working. She had a lot to do after her meeting with Taraji. Taraji was busy and she needed a space to let go in but it had to be a place she could work from as well. It had to be simple but homely - Beyoncé could do that. She drew up some plans by hand at first before calling anyone in or ordering anything. Her phone dinged with a message from the phone company causing her to roll her eyes. Each time her phone chimed, a small part of her had hoped it was Onika. Since giving her number, Onika hadn't called. She had checked her phone repeatedly, but saw nothing.

The days passed and nothing came from the younger woman. For a moment she worried about Onika, whether she was alive or okay. Maybe she was just ignoring Beyoncé but it was better safe than sorry. Suspicion clouding her vision, she decided to check her husbands messages. His dumb ass never logged out on his MacBook so she quickly found his text thread with Onika and scrolled through. There wasn't much in there but she had been messaging him the past few days so her phone was working and she was fine. She scoffed at his messages. He was basically begging her for nudes but she stopped when she saw the picture Onika had sent. It was a mirror selfie in which she was topless wearing only shorts. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the boobs that held her attention. Her face flushed and she found herself zooming in to the curves of her body. She trailed Nickis body remembering how much better it looked in person. Then she crossed her legs feeling guilty for looking.

Seeing nothing in his messages apart from his usual messages with Onika, she went through his bank statements. Most of it was expected, his regular payment to the hotel, dinners, a wine subscription, small gift purchases which she recognised half of.

She continued to look trusting that there was something to find. Scanning the writing, she finally saw something that caught her eye. It was a large payment to a company she didn't recognise. It was such a big payment she wasn't sure if she had read it correctly and went back to check. She did some Googling and quickly discovered he had bought an apartment.

"Give me a minute" Onika yelled and Beyoncé heard the sounds from inside grow louder. There was the sound of a tap turning on/off and then footsteps. Beyoncé fidgeted outside shuffling her weight across her feet. She felt so embarrassed to be stood outside the door. Finally she heard the door unlock.

"Hi" Onika breathed taking Beyoncé in. She hadn't made her wait on purpose but she was glad Beyoncé had waited.

Onika had been startled from her art hole and she wasn't prepared to deal with a visitor. She had just managed to wash the paint off of her hands and tuck the canvas away before opening the doors. She squinted through her eyelids trying to adjust to the world which still existed. She had put her brushes away, washed the obvious paint from her skin, and cleared the floor. For the past couple days all that mattered was the art. She hadn't cared about anything but trying to finish the piece. She stretched and blinked and opened up the curtains letting the glaring sunlight flood in. Re-entering the world she was taken aback by the beauty of it all. Beyoncé's presence forced her back into reality.

"Hi" Beyoncé responded with eyes that searched for answers in Onika. Her voice was gravelly and held questions unasked. But Onika looked flustered, still taking in the sight in front of her. The woman's height was overpowering as she stood back taking her in. She wore jeans and a plain t-shirt and Onika realised this was the her first time seeing the woman look so casual. She stepped aside to let her in and watched her ass move in the jeans.

Onika hadn't called, hadn't texted, hadn't contacted her. Now Beyoncé was in her room, her familiar perfume invading her nostrils. The room was suddenly flooded with natural light after opening the curtains. Beyoncé took a seat on the only chair in the room awkwardly crossing her legs over each other. Just hours before Onika had stood on that same chair spattering paint on the canvas she had now tucked beneath the bed.

She could hear the woman's eyes asking for answers. She knew what Beyoncé wanted from her. But she had to take care of herself, and so instead of meeting Beyoncé's needs, she decided to be cold inviting her in. She suppressed her endless stream of thoughts in an attempt to seem unbothered. Onika was silent. She'd done nothing wrong. But still, she felt guilty seeing the way Beyoncé looked at her.

"You didn't call" said Beyoncé from the empty corner of her room as Onika pulled open the door to her balcony and stepped out.

"I forgot" she said only giving half the truth. She shrugged as if it meant nothing at all. Onika wanted to forget to call and the previous days of painting had been the perfect distraction. Fresh air brushed against her face.

Beyoncé eyed her suspiciously. Onika was wearing a large t-shirt and shorts that rested just below her ass and her hair was messily wrapped in a scarf. Beyoncé had only briefly gotten a look at her face but she looked tired and flecks off green and blue paint seemed to have settled on her skin.

"Well I- I came to say sorry" Beyoncé swallowed, watching Onika watch the skyline. She couldn't blame Onika for her husbands actions. She didn't know what the apartment was for, she didn't want to assume.

Nicki raised a brow looking over the balcony. Why was Beyoncé apologising to her? She was the one who hadn't messaged.

"I— I should've told you why I wanted to um- I should've told you what I wanted..." she managed her apology thinking back to the restaurant with Onika. She took in a deep breath and nibbled her lip looking towards the younger girl. She was angry with her husband and not Onika.

Onika sighed listening to her speak. This was obviously something she'd given a lot of thought to. It had been exactly 4 days since their date at Julliettes and in those four days Onika had been silent.

"I think it confused you and that's why you're mad at me?"

Beyoncé's leg was bouncing now and her eyes were searching. She wasn't sure if Nicki wanted to listen, her reactions appeared so emotionless. She was barely paying her any attention. She thought back to her conversation with Kelly. She had told her to explore whatever this was with Onika. In order to do that she had to be honest, and tell Onika how she felt. And so Beyoncé reached into her chest trying to find the words to explain. "You have a right to be mad if I confused you" She scrunched up her face unsure if she should continue.

"The truth is I- I like you" Beyoncé whispered, her voice shaky as if the words felt their own weight. What she was saying could ruin her life. The type of like she felt was new to her. She remembered Kelly's words, the worst that could happen would be her husband finding out. But, he was the reason both of them were here. He was the reason this was even happening. Beyoncé felt sick every time she thought of him.

At Beyoncé's words, Nicki was angry. That had been the main emotion displayed on her canvas. She wasn't mad because Beyoncé was confused. She was mad because she understood exactly what Beyoncé wanted. It was clear to her now as she stood on her balcony, looking at the outside world, refreshing her senses. Beyoncé didn't make any sense but at the same time she made perfect sense. It was so clear to see.

Of course the woman liked her, but what was this? Romeo and Juliet? She rubbed her temples and breathed through her nose. There was nothing that "like" could do that money didn't do better. Nicki felt a stone settle in her stomach. People below walked, and the birds above flew. She watched the tall grey towers, the little people below, and saw the pigeons flying by - she saw the world for what it was - all of its the bleakness and repetition. Everything continued as if nothing had happened - as if her whole world hadn't been stopped. Every moment with Beyoncé felt just like the flight of a swan against a grey backdrop - beautiful yet fleeting.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," Beyoncé continued. "I thought if I was sober when we met that it would go away or maybe at least I wouldn't be so attracted to you so much. But it wasn't the weed or any of that. I- I really like you Onika. I know it sounds crazy but-"

"I know" Onika sighed. She knew it was true. She had felt it in the way Beyoncé looked at her in the restaurant. It was the spark she felt every time they kissed. Her wide eyes were so honest, and Onika could tell that small kiss meant more than she let on. She had felt the spark ignite between them and even now she felt small explosions between them. But, Beyoncé was admitting it, now when it didn't matter. Onika turned to face her then still keeping the distance between the two.

"I like you too Beyoncé, but how is this supposed to work?" She tapped her fingernails against the glass barrier of the balcony.

Beyoncé opened her mouth to speak but said nothing. The last time she had been there she'd almost had sex and then told Onika this was crazy. She was married, she was straight, Onika was just a blip. This time, Beyoncé just inhaled watching her on the balcony. It wasn't a busy road at all. More commonly planes went by than cars. But every so often a group of people would drive by looking for the airport or checking into a hotel. Nicki observed people below lifting suitcases.

"Why did you come here?" Nicki asked flatly, her head still bent over the balcony.

"I- um to apologise and, to tell you—"

"No seriously. Why did you come? Why are you here?" She spun around to look Beyoncé in her eyes. Unless Beyoncé was going to tell her the master plan - how she was going to leave her husband and take her away to go live in the Bahamas where they'd get married and fall in love and she'd never have to worry about money again, Onika didn't want to hear her confessions. A plane flew by then, loud but not distracting and Nicki burned with an intensity that scared Beyoncé.

"Um" Beyoncé bit down on her lower lip. She didn't know what to say and truthfully she was afraid. She was angry when she left her house and looking for explanations. But this tiny woman in front of her had taken over her anger. This was rage - pure and simple. Onika now looked as if she'd grown demon horns and was preparing to attack.

"And what did you expect me to say Beyoncé? That I like you too, let's be together. I'm literally fucking your husband" She scoffed walking towards a still seated Beyoncé. The woman felt her cheeks colour. It was true, Onika was right. What had Beyoncé expected from this conversation? Nicki continued, steam blowing out from ears.

"Seriously what did you want? Should I clap and tell you how great you are? How much better I feel 'cos you apologised and you like me?"

"N-no" Beyoncé stuttered out.

"Then what?" Nicki wanted some answers now.. She wasn't shouting but her voice was loud and Beyoncé continued to watch her nervously. "You want me to fuck you? It must be sex, since that's the only thing left at this point" Onika was towering over her, demon horns on all three of the heads she had spouted.

"I'll take this off so you can fuck me like your husband" she said grabbing the bottom of her t shirt.

Beyoncé cringed inwardly. The word was so crude. She grabbed Onikas hand stopping her from lifting the top up. She was nervous in front of Onika but she wasn't afraid. The girl was half her size and there was nothing threatening about her anger. She looked into her eyes trying to figure her out. Beyoncé knew what she wanted, maybe Onika wanted that too.

"Kiss me" she whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

Onika jolted at this, still burning with anger. She made no effort to move just knitting her eyebrows. Beyoncé wanted to kiss her right then and there. She needed to.

"Kiss me" she repeated. Louder this time and clearer like she really meant it and might die if she didn't listen. Beyoncé needed to feel her lips against her again. She needed to feel her mouth on her own.

Again she didn't move until Beyoncé grabbed her face. She placed a hand beneath her chin, using her fingers to hold her cheeks, forcing Onika to look into her eyes.

"Kiss me Onika" she told her, tugging Onika sharply towards her own body. The smaller girl leaned in placing her lips against Beyoncé's. She moved slowly, her eyes fluttering closed as they breathed into one anthers warm mouths.

Beyoncé pulled her in close tasting Onikas lips. They were plump and thick and cool against her skin. Onika whimpered, her body shuddering as Beyoncé ran her tongue over her lips. One hand rested on Onikas face while the other was on her neck. Her skin felt soft and dewy under Beyoncé's fingers. Her lips set her whole body on fire and Beyoncé's mind whirred as her tongue explored the younger girls mouth.

Onika let out a moan causing her eyes to fly back open.

"What the fuck!" Onika pushed her away wiping her mouth. She couldn't believe Beyoncé had just done that. Why the fuck had she kissed her? Did she think Onika was just playing? Beyoncé's expression didn't change. She seemed to be just fine which only infuriated her more.

"Onika I like you" Beyoncé spoke, her tone balanced and even as if she commenting on something as simple as the weather. "I like you. A lot. You can't tell me you don't feel it too. This attraction, this draw. Every time we're together my mind goes fuzzy and-"

"Are you a writer?" Onika interrupted folding her arms.

"What?" Beyoncé frowned shaking her head.

"You should be. All these words do nothing. You like me so what? It's pointless. What do you want from me?"

Beyoncé's mouth went dry and she blinked to keep her eyes from watering. She liked her, what more did Onika want? She liked her so much she was willing to risk her marriage. The words were honest but what did that matter when Onika didn't want to hear them. "I like you" she rasped standing up to stop her leg bouncing.

"And?" Nicki rolled her eyes again. This woman was nothing but a rich man's crazy wife. She placed a hand on her hip turning back to face the balcony. If Beyoncé thought she could kiss away the problems she had another thing coming. What was her plan when her husband found out? Onika refused to end up homeless again because Beyoncé decided her marriage was more important than her.

"And I like you" Beyoncé repeated, letting her tears fall, this time, walking closer to Onika. The tears couldn't be held. She was crying now but that only made her more empowered. Onika was being so mean to her. There had to be more that she was angry about. So what she didn't have a plan? They liked each other.

"So what?" Nickis asked, the cool air hitting her face. She was sick of empty words that didn't do anything. At least the man bought her a place, and risked his marriage for her. What had Beyoncé done except try to undo all of Onikas hard work?

"So I like you" she sniffed lifting her hand to Onikas cheek. Onika flinched but she didn't turn away. Her eyes narrowed and Beyoncé continued. "There is no so what, I just like you Onika."

Onika hissed in defiance but she already felt her body melt into Beyoncé. She hated the effect this woman had on her. She wanted to like Beyoncé less than she did. She didn't want to be so weak when this married woman touched her. Moments passed by and the sun mellowed through the clouds. Beyoncé's hand felt like clouds against her coolness of her cheek, and her skin relaxed into the woman's slender fingers.

"What's going on baby? Why are you so scared?" She asked while holding Onikas gaze.

Onika felt a sharp breeze enter her lungs and squeeze. She hated how Beyoncé had seen right through to her fear. She hadn't even know that she was scared until Beyoncé asked. And calling her baby? Beyoncé was manipulating her. She was doing this on purpose. Onika looked up at the woman, who watched her with nothing but tenderness.

"You wouldn't understand" she felt water well up between her eyelids but refused to let any water fall. She looked at Beyoncé, who's face was still flushed, and thought she beautiful even like this. Then she wiped her own eyes - she was not a little bitch.

"So make me understand?" Beyoncé's face was still hot from her own tears but she was so open for whatever Onika needed. She studied her trying to decide how to help. She wanted to hug her but just moments ago Nicki had pushed her away.

Onika hated herself for almost crying in front of this woman, and she hated herself for how she had made Beyoncé cry as well. Why was she still being so nice to her? She grit her teeth trying to balance her breathing. She wasn't crying. She couldn't cry. Her face was hot and she wasn't ready to speak so instead she stood in silence gripping the balcony.

"Make me understand?" Beyoncé repeated gently stroking her hair. She didn't want to touch her since she seemed so fragile, even with the mean face she was trying to put on. Brows furrowed and red nosed, Onika wasn't scaring anyone.

"I can't ok? I know you hate him but I don't. And if I fuck this up. I just— I can't lose everything. If anything goes wrong, there's too much at risk" she grit her teeth trying to explain. Her fingers were pressing into the glass her palms.

Beyoncé wanted to tell her all of the best things were risky, but she held her tongue. That sounded more like something Nicki would say and she doubted she was in the mood for quips like that.

"What would you lose?" She asked confused.

"Your husband" Nicki responded looking down. "He's been good to me, I know you're angry with him but I- He was kind"

Beyoncé frowned at this. She thought Onika was using her husband for money but there was obviously something deeper than that. He was kind? It couldn't just be the apartment, it had to be more.

"You don't have to lose anything" she waited for Onika to open her eyes. Onika wasn't ready to tell her any more than that so she was grateful when Beyoncé didn't ask. Shuddering as she looked up and gulped in silence.

"I can make sure of that. He doesn't have to know" She tilted Onikas head up reassuringly. "Trust me baby" Onika was silent for a minute, her eyes darting between Beyoncé's eyes, left and right, making sure she could see straight through to her soul.

Onika had never been one to let people in and she definitely didn't just trust new people. Beyoncé was making her promises she knew she shouldn't trust. But she looked at her as though every word she spoke was trustworthy.

"Okay" Onika bit her lip. She wasn't convinced but she wanted to be.

"Good" Beyoncé nodded kissing cheek. "I want to see where this goes between me and you. I don't want him to ruin it so I won't tell him. Is that okay?"

If her sway over her husband was anything like the control she held over Nicki, she would bet on her 1,000,000 times. Beyoncé made her feel safe despite barely knowing her. She felt protected every time she looked at her - a woman so open she'd found solace in Onika.

"I like when you call me baby" she responded tucking her lips and letting her dimples pop. She trusted Beyoncé and she was smarter than her husband.

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And that was it. They were dating.

Beyoncé had just accepted she wanted to have an affair and it was with the girl who was fucking her husband. She couldn't tell him she knew about his affair and Onika would continue to fuck her husband.

But she was okay with that.

"The apartment was for you?" Beyoncé asked noting the suitcase in the room.

Onika glanced at it and nodded. "How did you know?"

"Bank statements," she shrugged. Her husband wasn't very good at hiding his messes.

"Oh," Onika nibbled her lip wondering if that was how Beyoncé had found her in the first place. A consistent charge to a hotel he was never at would likely make anyone suspicious.

"I guess a hotel and all those gifts wasn't enough"

"I didn't ask him for it" Onika wrapped her arms around herself awkwardly clenching her jaw.

"Sorry I didn't mean it like that." Beyoncé sighed and uncrossed her arms. "It's just that he's supposed to be mine, you know? He told me he loved me and he used to do all this shit for me..."

Onika felt bad again. She assumed Beyonce was upset about the cheating but she had never made it so clear before. The first time they'd met she had confessed to not loving him. Now she seemed to be showing her sadness and Onika didn't know how to respond.

"He does love you" she spoke up. She felt an urge to comfort Beyonce even if it wasn't her place to.

"Right because you cheat on people you love" Beyoncé rolled her eyes at the thought.

"He never looked at me the way he looks at you" she spoke with an uncomfortable amount of honesty. She'd seen him in those pictures with his wife - that man was in love with her.

Onika wasn't jealous at all. Part of her had actually liked being the other woman. There were things he told her that he'd never tell his wife, she got to see a relationship up close with all of its mess. Still, she held a level of respect for the wife. As if what she was doing was a gift to the wife. If he didn't cheat with her it would be with someone else - someone who didn't care the way that she did. She had helped him with her; picking out his outfits, giving him advice. Onika had never wanted to break them up.

Beyoncé just looked away moving from the balcony to sit on Onikas bed. "I wonder if we like the same things about you" Beyoncé thought aloud.

"Uh uh you ain't had what he likes bout me" Onika bit her lip teasingly.

Beyoncé's rolled her eyes before she remembered the picture she'd seen of Onika. Her thoughts ran to the shape of her body imagining her hand running along Onikas brewmaster. "You're annoying" she said running her tongue over her teeth.

"You still like me" Onika chuckled with a tease on her tongue. Beyoncé couldn't deny it after the amount of times she'd said it earlier so instead she rolled her eyes again.

"What was you painting earlier?"

"Um I'm not really sure" Onika didn't bother asking how Beyoncé knew she'd been painting. She'd gone to the effort of hiding the image and putting all of her paints away before Beyoncé was even allowed inside. "I was trying to work on that piece I told you about"

"The passion one?"

She nodded.

"Can I see?"

Onika looked to the bed it lay underneath. "I'll show you when it's finished." She knew what it was and how she felt painting it. But she honestly couldn't remember what it looked like.

Beyoncé smiled. Onika was really an artist, in all senses of the word. She was on edge but Beyoncé's was excited "I can't wait"

Onika blushed. Beyoncé showed so much genuine interest in her, she almost didn't trust it. But you couldn't fake the look in her eyes. Beyoncé's eyes told everything, and Onika appreciated that about her. She was so honest it was refreshing.

"I used the stuff you got me" Onika twiddled her fingers. She was rarely gifted with art supplies and wished she could express her appreciation better than just telling her the gifts were being put to use.

"Really? Were they any good? I don't really know much about that stuff"

Onika giggled and nodded. They weren't really the type of item you could go wrong with. It was more of a personal preference. Onika continued to look over the balcony.

"Your laugh is so weird"

At this Onika turned to face her. "No it's not" she scrunched up her eyebrows.

"It is but it's cute" was Beyoncé's reply.

Onika grinned. "Maybe lead with that next time. You stay saying offensive things then being like 'I didn't mean it like that'. Then don't say it like that" she placed a hand on her hip.

Beyoncé tucked her lips, letting her dimples pop. Onika wasn't the first person to complain about the way she spoke sometimes. It wasn't on purpose and she barely realised she was doing it most of the time until people got offended.

"Maybe if you didn't think everyone was insulting you all the time..." Beyoncé placed a hand on her hip.

"Shut up" Nicki rolled her eyes.

"Make me" Beyoncé licked her lips at the sight of Nickis usually almond eyes growing so wide.

"Are you sure? You might like it too much."

Beyoncé raised her brows, how did this girl always know what to say? She tucked her lips before speaking "I'm willing to risk it"

They were watching each other intently now as Nicki leaned away from the balcony thoughts of doing exactly what she wanted to Beyoncé.

"Okay" she walked closer to Beyoncé leaning into her ear to whisper. "Take your clothes off" she sounded commanding.

Beyoncé gulped, her face heating up. She had only ever slept with one person before but something told Onika that didn't matter. The tension from just the kisses they'd shared let her know that the sex would probably be incredible. Beyoncé looked at Nicki who seemed completely unfazed as she watched her become nervous. "Nicki!" She squealed and pushed her away.

Onika burst into laughter plopping on the bed beside her. She knew it was all talk but shit, she was ready. Beyoncé looked delicious in her jeans and t shirt combination. She had been ready since she first laid eyes on her. She couldn't help how her mind strayed to seeing her body beneath those clothes.

She yawned and looked at Beyoncé through the corner of her eyes. Her face was still flushed and she had her lower lip pressed between her teeth.

"What are you thinking?" Onika asked filled with curiosity. She looked so wound up and stiff, even sitting on her bed. It was as if she couldn't rest despite the tiredness in her eyes.

"How is this going to work between us?" She asked Onika who now lay flat on her back. She wanted to ask what this girl was doing to her. She'd stopped in the middle of her work day just to see her - to confront her, this time about not texting her. But she'd ended up back on this hotel bed talking to her like a flirtatious little girl who had a crush.

Onika just shrugged. "Well for one he can't know."

Beyoncé looked at her, with a familiar flash in her eyes. She nodded in agreement. That had been decided already - her husband wouldn't - couldn't - know. Cheating was wrong but he had done it first. Besides, if it wasn't for his cheating Beyoncé wouldn't even have met Onika.

"And I want to know when I'm going to see you next" Nicki felt stupidly insecure for that one but those days without Beyoncé had been enough to send her crazy. She was pining and desperate, trying to convince herself Beyoncé didn't matter, when all she really wanted was to see her again.

Beyoncé thought about that and how that would work. "Okay but that means I have to know when my husband is with you." She cringed at herself calling him her husband. That word hadn't felt appropriate since she found out about his affair.

"I don't always know when he's coming" Onika bit her lip before wiping her eyes. Were they seriously coming up with a plan of how to see each other behind that mans back?

Beyoncé went over it in her mind. His schedule was pretty easy to follow:
Business trip = 2 or more days away including at least one a night with Onika
Client meeting = spending the day & night with Onika
Conference = he actually had work but would break away at some point to see Onika

"That's fine, I usually can figure it out. Just make sure you let me know if you know that he's coming"

"Okay" she agreed looking up at her. From her position on the bed, the sun highlighted Beyoncé's features. "Thank you" she watched Beyoncé who tilted her head to face her more.

"It's not- don't thank me." Her throat became dry. She was content in the knowledge Nicki wanted to see her again.

Nicki blushed feeling somewhat insecure. Nobody had ever done something like this for her before. It wasn't just the risk of it all that made her feel special, it was how genuine it felt every time Beyoncé's gaze reached her. "You're so beautiful" she commented about more than just her physical features.

Beyoncé didn't laugh this time or shrug the comment off, instead she looked at Nicki who lay on the bed beside her and swiped a paint fleck from her cheek. "So are you" she bit her lip cupping her face.

Onika had agreed to trust her not to tell so Beyoncé decided she had to return that trust. Her shyness didn't matter, she wasn't going to be rejected. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to Onikas lips savouring the way the younger woman's lips melted into her.

A smile spread across her face as Onika kissed back. She could still feel the fire burning between the two. Beyoncé ran her tongue over her plump lips, she appreciated how they seemed to want her just as much. Nicki let out a groan from the tingling on her lips. She wanted Beyoncé badly, grabbing her face just to pull her closer.

Beyoncé smirked breaking the kiss to look Onika in her eyes. Her eyes were lighter in the sunlight but they still had their usual mischievous tint. It was a big deal to trust someone to put you over their vows, but, Onika believed her, Beyoncé wouldn't lie to her.

She leaned in again and the two were kissing. Without asking for permission, onika let her in, letting Beyoncé's tongue explore her mouth. As her tongue was being sucked, she felt hands walking up her chest. Beyoncé wanted this so badly her hands were travelling. She needed to finally touch this woman the way she'd wanted to since they met. Beyoncé reached her breasts and settled holding her steady as she ran her fingers over her nipples. She let out a soft moan feeling the nipples harden at her touch.

Nicki reached up to pull their lips back together kissing and licking the juicy lipgloss from her skin. She wanted to run from it but she couldn't. They were both there and ready and Beyoncé watched her reactions closely.

Onika moaned as Beyoncé's fingers ran back over her hardened nipples. "That feels so good" she breathed as Beyoncé started to kiss her neck. She pressed her lips to the warm skin Onika had, opening them slightly so she could taste her soft flesh. Onika knew she wanted it as she closed her eyes to feel the touch. But, a wave of tiredness washed over her though, the lack of sleep finally catching up to her.

"Take this off" Beyoncé whispered - this time she wouldn't let her shyness stop her. Onika lifted her arms and Beyoncé helped to pull the top off. She was met with the most beautiful sight ever. Onika was perfect and her body almost made her salivate.

Nicki moaned from the pleasure as Beyoncé popped a nipple into her mouth. It was hard under her tongue and she swirled around it gently. She tasted Nickis sweat on her skin and sucked the nipple between her lips. Her teeth grazed over it and she bit her lip. Nicki continued to moan as Beyoncé kissed down her stomach.

"Wait" Onika breathed. She hadn't showered in like 2 days, there was no way she letting Beyoncé down there. "I-I'm really tired" she bit her lip. She was exhausted and she didn't want to rush this. If Beyoncé was serious they could do this any time. She hated herself for having been stuck in her art mode.

"When was the last time you slept?" Beyoncé scrutinised her face. She had bags under her eyes and her skin was pale. How could someone make being tired look this beautiful?

"I don't know" she yawned "some time on Wednesday." Beyoncé frowned at her. That was two days ago. What was going on to make Onika stop sleeping.

"Lay down" she instructed, getting up to close the windows and curtains. She scolded her like a child. Nicki was such a college student. She rolled her eyes at Beyoncé acting like this. Just moments ago Onika was in her mouth and now she just wanted her to get some sleep.

Onika did as told climbing underneath the covers. She didn't bother putting her top back on as fatigue flooded over her. Soon the room was bathed in darkness and Beyoncé lay in bed beside her. Onika had watched her remove her jeans, fighting the urge to wake up and say fuck it and have her way with Beyoncé. But her muscles were exhausted and she couldn't move if she tried.

"Why haven't you slept baby?" Beyoncé asked stroking a hand over her face. The side of Nickis lips twinged at this new nickname. Beyoncé calling her baby made her melt gently into her. By the time she was ready to answer then question she was already slipping into the depths of her slumber. 48 hours without proper sleep suddenly hit her like a brick.

When Onika awoke Beyoncé was still pressed against her holding her body close. A smile came over her feeling the soft skin against her, cozy and comforted by her embrace. She was softer than her husband and had no rough hairs to brush against her. Beyoncé seemed only a little intimidating. Onika breathed her in feeling completely at ease. Again Beyoncé had changed into one of Onikas T shirts and she was spooning her and stroking her face. Beyoncé watched her like she was a puzzle, completely enamoured by her beauty.

"Go shower baby" Beyoncé smirked running a finger along her skin. She smelled a little and Beyoncé was scared that if she spoke her morning breath could cause a war.

Onika turned to face her looking at those chestnut coloured eyes that made her swoon. She wondered how long she'd slept as she woke up feeling refreshed. She usually didn't sleep so good so this was a new experience. She smiled and Beyoncé backed slowly away, afraid she'd speak before she brushed her teeth.

But Nicki simply got up, impressed that Beyoncé had stayed with her this whole time. She made her way to the shower looking back in awe each time she thought of Beyoncé in her bed.

While Nicki took a shower, Beyoncé sat watching tv. She wasn't paying it much attention as she channel flicked for a while before landing on something she didn't hate. It was a Saturday so her work could wait, but, her husband couldn't. She'd not come home at all last night and woke up to missed calls from a worried future ex husband. She shot him a text letting him know she'd be home soon and texted her friend that they needed to talk. Her mind was still on what Onika had told her. She really liked her but was it worth all this? If she lied to her husband was she really any better than him?

Onika emerged from the bathroom naked, clean and without a towel. Droplets of water still clung to her body and Beyoncés attention was instantly on the woman. Water dripped from her generous breasts and Beyoncé noticed see every curve of her body. The valley between her legs was so smooth and tempting, Beyoncé found herself staring at the woman.

"I was thinking" Nicki bit her lip, sauntering closer towards her bed. Her hips swayed as she walked knowing she had Beyoncé's full attention. The woman looked like she had just seen god - she couldn't look away even if she wanted to.

"We should finish what we started last night"

"Oh" Beyoncé felt her thighs heat up. She tucked her lips in nervously and watched the naked woman walk towards her.

"I- I can't" she said, still not looking away. Her own body reacted to Onikas in sync but she watched the girl try and hide her disappointment. "Sorry" her leg bounced as she got up to explain.

She cited work as her excuse when she left Onika but she promised she would see her again. She said she would tell her a day when Onika texted. Where Beyoncé's had left her office to go and see Onika, she hadn't finished what she was working on. She needed something to show for during her meeting on Monday so she had to go home and finish these plans.

That day was hard for Nicki - trying to pretend everything was normal when she couldn't stop thinking about Beyoncé. She wondered what she was doing, what she wore, the conversations she had, if she smelled as good as she had that day.

Her stupid project was still due at the end of summer and she didn't even know if what she'd done was any good. Grabbing her paints she decided to do something else. Her mind floated over the woman she'd just been with and then floated back to herself. She dabbed the brush into colours and made a stroke on the paper.

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Nicki was so zoned out she hadn't really considered what she was painting - the paint was her guide as she coloured the page. She dipped the brush into the water imagining the small of Beyoncé's back. She felt the way her body reacted to being touched by her fingers. Beneath her fingertips was an ocean ready to come alive. She watched the waves on the shore grow bigger beneath her brush strokes.

Snapping her from this daydream her phone buzzed beside her. She jumped looking away from her painting. It was the man letting her know he was on his way.

She finished the painting and placed it into the only photo frame in the room. It previously held some kind of abstract print that felt completely vapid. But her painting was different. It was full of emotion and unless you knew Beyoncé really well, you couldn't tell it was her. The tide represented change and the sand her patience. She couldn't know whoever would stay there next, but she hoped at some point the right person would see it. The painting felt like her gift to the next girl. She wondered if anyone would even notice it. But that didn't matter. She was moving on. They could throw the image out for all she cared - it was just paint on paper.

It hadn't been hard for Onika to live in a hotel but having an apartment would mean so much more to her. She wrapped Beyoncé's gifts back into the paper, and stole a robe and a towel from the hotel she called home. Having been there for so long it felt like a rite of passage.

She officially moved into the apartment the next day. The move was simple as she didn't have many belongings. She never liked to own more than she could fit into a suitcase and she rarely bought things that she couldn't lift alone. Aside from her art, nothing in that room really mattered. It was important that she appreciate what she had - a roof over her head, food in her stomach, and a promising future as an artist. She had friends as well now and that felt like change.

After moving in everything felt easy. The man was there after helping her, asking if she liked things, moving things around, and checking she was comfortable. Onika got the feeling he was worried she didn't like it. But this was forgotten when she kissed along his jaw promising to show him exactly how she felt. She wanted him now. She wanted him inside her. She moaned when she was supposed to and enjoyed the feeling. At one point she wanted to scream out his wife's name. Beyoncé was on her mind especially since they'd been talking. But this was about him. She was using him to nut. But he was using her for the exact same thing.

She lay comfortably on the bed after her nut and fell asleep. He always fell asleep straight away, leaving her to lie awake in bed, but she liked that about him - they never did pillow talk. She wondered whether it would be the same with Beyoncé. Would Beyoncé still be the same quiet girl after nutting? Or would she talk more, letting Onika into her mind? She wondered about the sex Beyoncé had with him - whether she felt the same absence Onika did with him. But he was her husband, so it must have felt better. Guilt tickled at her mind but she ignored it instead listening to his heavy snoring echo through the room.

She turned on the tv to drown out the sound, but, when she closed her eyes his wife plagued her mind. She couldn't get rid of her, Beyoncé was always in her thoughts. Even in this apartment Beyoncé had never been to, Onika carried Beyoncé wondering what she would think. She laughed to herself at how things had happened; how Beyoncé had gone to her hotel room and she had let her in. Beyoncé must've expected a brainless pretty girl who she could snap with her fingers, but Nicki wasn't that person. She was nothing like she expected and Nicki didn't bother trying to appease her or act more guilty than she felt. She was genuine which was both refreshing and unsettling. Beyoncé couldn't help respecting her.

Nicki was also surprised by Beyoncé. She was the wife so Nicki expected shouting and arguing, maybe even a slap or a fight. But Beyoncé was absent of judgement which was rare. She was used to being judged a homewrecker or a gold digger. Beyoncé didn't do that - she was mad at the right person. Nicki owed her nothing.

Phlegm pushed around the man's throat creating the sound she'd grown used to. He was oblivious to all that had happened. For him the last month was split between his mistress and his wife - sex with his mistress and spending time with his wife. It never occurred to him that the two had met. At first Nicki worried that he knew what was going on. She was trying to fuck his wife, surely he wouldn't like that. Though he was a man so he might find it sexy. Still she hoped he didn't know. This was between Nicki and Beyoncé. A slight fear struck that he knew everything and was playing her but nothing had changed since she'd met Beyoncé. He was still the same person and hadn't given anything away. She trusted that Beyoncé hadn't told him but remained on high alert in case anything slip.

Nicki caught him looking at her more often but brushed that off as curiosity. He seemed to wonder about what was going on inside her mind. He acted like she was interesting though he never really showed any interest.

Her phone chimed and she jumped to put it on silent. It was Lauren with a video from her night that day. She was supposed to go out with them that night and felt a pang of painful jealousy. She was glad she had the video which made her eyes go wide.
"bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" she texted back, watching the video again to see Laurens outfit. "Who's that?" She asked seeing the fine ass thick girl pouring liquor into a mouth.

"That's bae 💋" Lauren smirked.
"What you doing up? I know that mans passed out"

Onika rolled her eyes laughing and shooting a text back. She quickly found out Lauren was in the car trying to remember the girls name. She laughed to herself trying not to wake the man beside her.
Lauren had asked Onika to go out with her and now she wished she had gone. She would have to go next time - it felt like there was always something that stopped them - namely Beyoncé and her husband. But Onika needed friends and Lauren was a good one. They chatted for a while until she finally felt sleepy.

It wasn't longer after she fell asleep that it was time to get up. She'd woken up to hear him rehearsing a speech. He had a presentation apparently and Nicki could sense his nerves. She didn't understand what the speech was for but from the way he paced, it had to be important. During his speech, she shuffled around her new kitchen putting together breakfast. The apartment came with her most essential needs; a sofa, a bed, a television, wardrobe, etc. And the kitchen was fully fitted with new appliances which meant she could finally get and have groceries. She felt embarrassingly excited at the thought of a fridge and she was over the moon thinking she could finally cook and do a grocery shop. As she cooked, he spoke in convoluted sentences that she drowned out with her daydreams. She would've put music on but she knew it would only distract him.

"You hungry?" She asked when the food was finally ready. Eggs, bacon, grits, sausage and toast all sat comfortably on two plates.

They always ate together whenever he could as though it would make them more of a real couple. And she cooked for him now because that's what a girlfriend what do. Her eyes hung low with regret from the lack of sleep the night before.

"How you feeling?" He asked as she nibbled the food. She watched him shovelling food into his mouth with a smirk.

"I'm good daddy" She hated calling him that but she did it because he liked it. She loved watching him enjoy the food she had cooked. Sharing food was probably one of her love languages. He made small talk while he ate, mostly speaking about himself and his presentation, letting her know that he was planning to go out for drinks afterwards.

"Do you bring your wife?" She hadn't meant to bring her up but she couldn't help asking about her. Beyoncé seemed to plague her mind. She wondered what the two did together, how much they hung out, what she liked about him.

"She wouldn't come" he shrugged moving on with the conversation. But as he talked, Onika got butterflies thinking about her. She wondered why she wouldn't go - did she hate his colleagues? Was she busy? Did she not drink? It couldn't be that, Onika had seen her drink - she cherished every small insight she got into the woman's personality. She wanted to ask so much more, as her mind drifted away with her.

She'd loved those nights on the phone with her just listening to her voice. She had learned so much about the woman, from her favourite colour - blue, to the things that kept her up at night - her fears and insecurities. But she was eating breakfast with this man who Beyoncé was married to. She snapped back into reality and noticed the light flooding through the window. She smiled to herself. This made a difference to the hotel cafeteria she was used to. She noticed his plate getting empty and she stood to pile on more food.

"You cook better than my wife," he praised her raising a brow at her reaction.

Her eyes flashed hearing the mention of her. She wondered what she cooked, her dimples popping as she smiled. "Really?" She asked, wanting to know more.

"She can't really cook, we had to get a chef"

Nicki wanted to laugh. She knew that was something she would tease Beyoncé about later. She couldn't cook? Maybe she wasn't as perfect as she seemed. Millions of questions flooded her mind, wanting to hear all the stories about Beyoncé and what she was like. But instead, she kept quiet not wanting to act suspicious. She wondered if he wanted Beyoncé to be more of a housewife. She never got the feeling that Beyoncé would be very good at the housewife thing.

When they finished eating she kissed him goodbye and washed the dishes. She really could do this housewife thing, she thought to herself packing the dishes away.

It was a week later when Onika decided she wanted to know more about where she was living. There was an IKEA nearby so she'd stop by and get some things. She smoothed her hair between her fingers putting it up and then back down unable to decide how she wanted it. It wasn't important but Beyoncé liked it down.

Catching herself in the mirror, she rolled her eyes. It wasn't like her to be so stuck on another person and what they liked. She had always been strong and aloof. The way she saw it; people came and people left. So when her mind was still stuck on this woman who she'd only seen in person a few times, she felt ridiculous and put her hair up.

Flopping onto her new sofa she made a plan for the day. She decided to do some shopping since she needed new furniture. Nicki rarely had to walk anywhere these days - that was one of the perks of Beyoncé's husband - honestly she didn't even have to leave the house. But, she wanted to get out and about.

A knock at the door surprised her as she decided whether to answer since she wasn't expecting anyone. It was only when they rang the bell again that she decided to get up.

"Beyoncé!" She squealed, when the woman stood in front of her. She instantly pulled her into a hug. Beyoncé awkwardly hugged her back though she was in heels and the height difference was apparent.

The two had spent hours talking now, they spoke almost every day. If Beyoncé got a free moment she would spend it talking to Onika. Onika prefered FaceTime so she could "see her pretty face," which always made Beyoncé blush. If her husband was around they would text but otherwise they called.

They crossed the threshold and Beyoncé kissed her deeply, still excited to see the younger girl. Onika had been expecting to see her another day but now Beyoncé was there surprising her. Nothing could drain the light from Onikas eyes as she grinned pulling Beyoncé closer. She had her own place to live and she got to spend time with Beyoncé, what more could she want?

"Kiss me again," Nicki asked with a soft chuckle on her lips. Beyoncé did as told, tasting toothpaste on Nickis lips.
Things between the two seemed increasingly heated. Just a couple days before, Beyoncé had watched Nicki cum for her on FaceTime. It took everything in her not to catch a flight just to see her again.

The excitement was still there each time they kissed sending shivers through them both. Beyoncé leaned in again kissing her deeply.

"I still haven't shown you my bed" Nicki bit her lip as they pulled away. She needed a day that she could dedicate to just pleasing Beyoncé. All she wanted was to make Beyoncé happy. She was obsessed with the woman and her beautifully hazel eyes which seemed to colour with her mood.

Her hand remained on Beyoncé's face, and she ran her fingers through her ringlets. She loved her hair and how it fluffed around her face while being gorgeously silky. She never thought hair could make such a difference but with Beyoncé it did. Her hair was so textured and soft and it framed her face serving as a golden backdrop to the rest of her beauty. Onikas fingers reminisced on the feeling knowing how much she loved to touch her.

"Later baby, we have shopping to do." Beyoncé smirked and tapped her ass. She couldn't lie, she was tempted by the offer. She loved the idea of spending the day laid up in bed making love to Onika. She had been wanting her ever she left her last time. Onika made sex feel tempting to her. That was a new feeling.

Nicki, who had been planning on shopping anyway, smiled adding Beyoncé what she wanted to buy. But Beyoncé was clear about this being for Nicki. She knew her husband had only done the bare minimum and she wanted to do more for the girl. She wanted to make this apartment feel like everything Nicki wanted. She deserved a home that enabled her to express who she truly was.

"Think about how you want your home to feel" she had told Onika as if she was a client. Beyoncé hated the apartment for her but Onika seemed to love it. The spare room was far too small and the halls were long and narrow. It was as if her husband didn't know Onika at all - she was an artist - she needed space. An excited Onika insisted on giving her a tour, and so Beyoncé kept her mouth closed following her around the rooms.

"It has storage!" Nicki insisted on telling her every little thing she liked about the place, "I can paint the walls!" she droned on, which, to Beyoncé, just sounded like it was a building with four walls. Onikas excitement was contagious though and they grinned together as she talked.

Onika told her what she wanted in each room, excitement clouding her words. And Beyoncé noticed her eyes had a renewed light in them. A feeling shot through her that she recognised as jealousy, annoyed her husband was the one who had given this feeling to Onika. She wished it was her but maybe she could make it brighter.

She watched the woman saunter through the halls, different to the woman she'd met weeks ago. The apartment had really brought something special out in this girl - she smiled more letting the light meet her eyes, especially as Beyoncé stepped closer.

"You ready?" She asked her eyes scanning over Onika who looked like she was stuck eye fucking her.

Onika nodded and followed her outside, ready to design her dream home. Beyoncé held her hand as they left the building and for a moment they felt like a couple. A white Rolls Royce was parked by the building and Nicki knew it must be Beyoncé's. The car was immaculate, and intimidating all the other cars on the road. She knew the couple had money but it made her giggle that Beyoncé wasn't even trying to impress her. She probably just thought this car was the most practical.

The two climbed in and Nicki pretended not to be in awe of the luxury of it all. Even the leather seats still had the smell of a new car as Beyoncé turned on the speakers, switching from the radio to a playlist. She checked Nickis face for a reaction to see if she needed to change it. Nickis mood was imperceptible so she let the music play. She'd come to learn that if Nicki was quiet that usually meant she was comfortable. And if she didn't like something Beyoncé would know, she had a way of being loud with her silence. Beyoncé placed a hand on the wheel and sped through the neighbourhood. Nicki couldn't lie - it was sexy to watch her. Everything about Beyoncé was sexy.

"Where did you wanna go?" Nicki asked eventually, her eyes darting around the vehicle.

"I'll go wherever you tell me" Beyoncé glanced over at her smiling.

Nicki frowned "so where was you driving?"

"I was just driving waiting for you" she shrugged as if it was normal.

Nicki thought of all the gas she had wasted and then she burst into laughter, "seriously? You're weird"

The car ride to IKEA was filled with jokes about Beyoncé's cooking. Nicki told her what her husband had said and Beyoncé joked about poisoning him.

As they walked through the warehouse, Nicki could sense Beyoncé judging everything and she laughed to herself. The two were such different people. She grabbed her hand as they walked together with Beyoncé pushing the cart. Her touch was a comfort she didn't know she needed. Neither of them spoke but they both felt it - there was something magical about walking around with each other. It was nothing significant but it felt precious. The rest of the store became invisible as the two walked together.

Beyoncé talked more as they walked through the crowds. She was growing more talkative as they looked at furniture. She couldn't believe it all came flat packed and required actual building. She pushed the cart carefully looking at everything Nicki picked up and looked at.

Nicki picked up a photo frame and Beyoncé walked up behind her placing her arms around the younger woman. This section smelled like summer fruits from the red candles nearby. Heat spread over her as Beyoncé planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. "It's for a painting?" She asked and Nicki nodded as her body warmed up.

She felt like they were already in a relationship, from the way Beyoncé treated her. She seemed to genuinely care about her and had an interest in her beyond just attraction. Suddenly the frame was not for a painting but rather she wanted a picture in it of the two of them together. Beyoncé planted more kisses along her jaw and Onika gulped getting turned on.

As they left the store she was glad to have Beyoncé so she didn't have to pay for that expensive ass delivery. Funny how being rich can make your life a little cheaper, she thought to herself as Beyoncé drove.

Onika sighed, she was developing a crush on the one person she couldn't have a crush on.

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"You cheating on me Bey?"

Beyoncé scrunched up her face, partly in confusion and partly at the audacity. This was the same man who had been cheating on her for at least the past 6 months. The same man who bought his mistress a home and spent their money on her, was now accusing Beyoncé of infidelity. Eyes wide, she scoffed in response turning on her heels to end the conversation.

"What's his name?" He stiffened, screwing up his face and balling his fist.

There was no mistaking his anger but Beyoncé simply laughed as if the notion was ridiculous. Her husband accusing her of cheating while he himself was cheating. Unlike him, she respected their marriage. Beyoncé still hadn't had sex with anyone else.

"What makes you think I'm cheating?" She asked raising a brow. She couldn't believe this was a real conversation. This accusation was so bold from a man who had spent so many nights inside of another woman. Her laughter only made him angrier but she couldn't help it.

"You always on your phone, you wearing all that perfume, you won't let me touch you. Where was you last night?"

"You're not serious right now" Beyoncé sized him up. She wanted to tell him she knew about Onika. She wanted to tell him she was fucking Onika, and rock his world as much as he had rocked hers months ago with the affair. But Onika didn't want Beyoncé to say a word. She ran her tongue over her teeth deciding what to do.

"Beyoncé" he addressed her more formally than usual causing her to flinch. "Where was you last night? And don't say Kelly because I checked"

"You're checking up on me now?" A sick feeling rolled over her. The same man who couldn't be bothered to hide his own indiscretions properly was checking up on her? His jaw stiffened as he moved to block the door.

"I was at my moms" she answered the question honestly.

She hadn't seen Onika last night because she assumed he had. He was at a "conference" he said, wouldn't be back until tomorrow. The thought of Onika with him made Beyoncé feel sick. He made her sick with all of his lies and his cheating.

Onika had told her that he texted and Beyoncé had rolled her eyes. She hadn't wanted to be home alone so her mothers call was a welcome distraction. She was grateful her mother didn't press her on her mood. She was way too ashamed to tell her any of the truth.

"You didn't answer your phone?" He pressed for answers. Though he sensed she was telling the truth about her mother and his fist began to loosen. His leaned his head against the doorframe, still grilling her but no longer accusing her of cheating.

"I wasn't feeling good and I thought you were at your conference. I didn't want you to worry" she shrugged trying to appear caring. Most of it was true. The more truth she told the easier it would be to lie. Beyoncé wasn't a liar and she hated him turning her into one.

As this, his jaw bunched again. "The conference finished early" he lied.

Beyoncé simply raised her brows trying her best not to appear angry. The truth was he had left Onika early - not this made up conference. He probably came too quick or he couldn't get it up. She ran her tongue over her teeth again. She knew she had to de-escalate things or else she'd end up telling him everything that happened.

"Oh" was all she said as she went over his response.

"You love me?" He asked, as if searching for reassurance. His eyes darted left and right between hers.

"Yes" she said and he pulled her into him.

She acquiesced, letting his lips press against her forehead, but it was then that she remembered her mother's reaction to her engagement. Are you sure about him? You really love him? Are you sure? Beyoncé you don't seem like you're in love.
Beyoncé had ignored the questions at the time. She was in love. She liked being with him, he made her laugh and she liked him. Those were the ingredients of love, she assumed. You get more excited about Kelly than him. Her mothers questions were unrelenting. Kelly had been her best friend for years, of course Kelly made her happy. But her mother wouldn't stop doubting her relationship.

"I love you" she spoke looking into his eyes. She loved him. Nothing else mattered. She could see the insecurity in him and wondered if she had been noticeably distant. She hated him for cheating on her, but she didn't hate him. He kissed her and she kissed back. This marriage just wasn't working.

He left for the gym and she sunk into a glass of wine. Their home was vast and had rooms for all of their future children. 4 kids - that's what he wanted, so the house had 7 bedrooms. A room for each of the kids, a guest bedroom and a spare room. But, she was glad to finally be alone in the beautiful home they shared. It was big enough to get away if you wanted to but she preferred the feeling of truly being alone.

This house was perfectly designed with both her and her husband in mind. It took into account their lifestyles each, their future plans, their current jobs, and what they wanted from life. Their tastes melded together to create something uniquely thoughtful. Beyoncé had always found it cold however, it was as if there was more of him in the house than there was of her. With him out of the house, she felt more at peace.

She grabbed a packet of popcorn and made her way to their bedroom. If there was one bonus to being accused of cheating it was getting to feel sorry for yourself. She didn't bother to contact Nicki who she knew was going out with her friends. They'd been talking a lot recently, and based on their conversations, Nicki was probably already turning up.

She wondered if she would get a drunk text from the girl and then immediately squashed that thought. Drunk texts are for people you wanted to fuck. Those messages probably went to her husband.

Still she imagined a "u up?" text from Onika, to which she'd respond inviting her over. She would fuck her in the bed her and her husband shared - make her scream, make her cum all over the sheets. She wondered what Nicki would sound like cumming. But the girl was so guarded she probably tried to stay silent.

Beyoncé laughed at this thought but then her mind was on the girl. She grabbed her phone and sent a text.

"what are you wearing tonight"

Nicki sent back a picture, in which her curves were fully on show, and Beyoncé bit her inner lip. She texted back with some heart eyes and compliments but she couldn't stop looking at those thighs. They were the only place she hadn't yet explored. She thought she'd know what she was doing the minute she got down there but what if she didn't? She'd seen porn before, she knew what she liked - surely it couldn't be that different.

Onika then sent another attachment and this one made Beyoncé want to brush up on her skills. Onika made a face, with a her hand on her breast, and Beyoncé could see her nipples peeking through. Her face in the picture was teasing and horny, leading Beyoncé to decide Nicki was flirting.

She looked at her boobs and inhaled sharply remembering how they had bloomed under her touch. Based on the picture, Nicki was feeling sexy. And Beyoncé wanted to indulge the fantasy. She shuffled through her closet looking for an outfit. She had never taken this kind of picture before but she had so much lingerie she figured it wouldn't be impossible.

They were clearly in two different locations, with Nicki dressing for the club and Beyoncé at home. There were no restrictions on what she could wear. She grabbed a black set which she hadn't yet worn and slipped it on checking out how it felt. She liked wearing lingerie, even just around the house.

But this was different. Onika was different. The lace brushed against her skin in all the right places and the textures alone made her feel sexy. She checked it was fitting right, noticing her ass each time she turned. She looked damn good - all she needed now was for someone to take it off of her. She snapped some pictures before finding one she liked and sending it to Nicki. Her nipple poked through the lace but apart from that you couldn't see much.

Nicki immediately responded with a lot of emojis before telling Beyoncé to take off the bra.

Beyoncé bit her lip looking at the text. She hadn't expected such a forward response. It was no secret that Nicki was attracted to her, she told her every time they saw each other. Beyoncé did as told and slipped it off, along with the garter and thong. She then took a picture of them on the floor and bit her lip feeling the cool air on her nipples. She took a picture of the clothes on the floor and sent it to Nicki. Beyoncé was never so forward usually, but Nicki was bringing out this side of her.

Nickis replies were full of requests to taste her along with multiple water and heart eye emojis. "Are you touching yourself?" Nicki asked with a wink.

Something about Nicki made Beyoncé want sex. She ran her fingers over her nipples pinching each one as she did. She knew how good she looked, but she still checked the mirror for affirmation. Her nipples became pinker the more she played with them causing her to bite her lip watching her own arousal.

"I'm playing with my nipples wishing you were here"

"shit me too I wanna taste"

Beyoncé giggled reading the message. She knew Nicki wanted to see something but she had mastered the art of teasing now. She slipped her hand lower into her panties rubbing her wetness over her fingers. She was soaking as she pulled her fingers back out talking a picture of her sticky hands for Nicki, "taste what?" She bit her lip wondering if that was too nasty.

Then Nicki sent a response "im bout to cancel on my friends 😩😩😩"

Beyoncé's response was a picture of her fingers in her mouth. She had never felt so naughty before sexting this woman. She loved the idea of Nicki going crazy and having to act like she was fine. The feeling was like being drugged. She was soaking with arousal as she rubbed her clit again savouring her taste on her tongue. She hadn't masturbated in months and it showed through her body's reactions.

She was so sensitive and wet as her pussy reacted to her touch. It wasn't that she hadn't had sex but nobody could please her like she could pleasure herself. She rubbed herself harder, needing to feel what she'd felt with Nicki again. Her pussy was already wet from thinking about her. She had been on edge for the last few days, and now she could feel it building up again.

"Mmmm" she moaned softly. She ran her hands down her body, stopping at her breasts. She squeezed them gently, feeling her nipples harden in response. She bit her lip as she rolled one of her nipples between her fingers. Seeing her body react made her think about Onika and how she had struggled to stop herself. The girl was on the edge almost begging for more.

"Oh God," she breathed. She rubbed harder and faster, the pressure building inside of her. She couldn't believe it; she'd been with her husband for years, and she still hadn't had an orgasm like this.

She needed to nut. She needed to think about Onika. Hand between her legs, she closed her eyes letting herself imagine about the younger girl; if she was her there with her, her tongue along her clit, her fingers inside of her stroking.

"Uhhhhhhh" She moaned and she licked her lips before slipping a finger inside. She felt a shudder run through her body as she hit her spot. Her heart sped up. Her mouth went dry. Another finger slipped in easily and she pushed in deeper.

"Fuckkk" she moaned as her knees turned to jelly. She dragged her fingers around before she began thrusting into herself. It felt so good as she repeatedly cried out. Her other hand made its way down to her clit. She was playing with herself, only getting wetter and wetter as she watched herself in the mirror.

Legs spread, she didn't care how loud she was being. The need for a release was building in her core. The ache was becoming unbearable, and she moaned thrusting harder. She closed her eyes, remembering how Nickis hands felt on her skin. She squeezed and imagined her face, her body, her hands, her mouth. "Oh god!" she cried out as her orgasm hit her hard.

Her fingers were still working away at her pussy when she heard the click of the door opening.

Her husband stood watching her and she cringed internally. He was supposed to be out. Why did he even have a key? She tucked her lips realising how she must've looked - a writhing mess covered in her own juices. His stupid ass was probably turned on by the sight but Beyoncé immediately hopped up, reaching for the bedsheet to cover herself. Her entire face bloomed red knowing exactly what had made her cum. Guilt flushed over her and she looked up at him biting the inside of her lip.

His facial expression said nothing as if he was still processing. He had heard her when he came back from the gym. He thought she was cheating — fucking somebody else in their bed. But this wasn't cheating. This was Beyoncé touching herself. It should have been sexy, but he just felt useless. All the offers to help her out and make her cum fell short on his lips. He just felt inadequate as he left the room.

Beyoncé said nothing when she climbed into bed with him that night. Things were already awkward between them and she was sure that had only made it worse. She thought about fucking him but she really wasn't in the mood. Checking her phone, she saw an array of messages from Nicki. She sighed, rolling over and deciding not to scroll up. Everything that happened earlier should not have happened.

The next day Beyoncé sat sitting champagne with her friends. Michelle was getting married and Beyoncé decided they had to celebrate. Michelle fit easily in to Beyoncé and Kellys friendship. The two were like sisters and Michelle was like their favourite cousin. So when Michelle announced she was engaged, Beyoncé insisted they celebrate.

Beyoncé, Kelly and Michelle chatted sipping the fuzzy bubbles from their champagne. They were all more dressed up more than they wanted to be. Beyoncé wished she was in sweats lounging around the house.

"You know they calling us ghetto for making all this noise," she giggled, as she noticed the looks they were getting. They were surrounded by people who looked like they had wealthy parents and yachts. The restaurant was considered upscale but the menu was a mixture.

"Let em Bey!" Kelly said loud, confident and carefree. Kelly had always had a huge sense of freedom. Beyoncé wished she had that instead of being wracked with nerves all the time. Part of her interest in Nicki was a result of her fighting logic. It didn't make sense to like the girl or to do anything with her. But, she had always been perfect and done what she was supposed to.

"They gon think it anyway" Michelle chipped in. She was right about that and Beyoncé nodded.

The three continued drinking and laughing, their voices growing louder as conversations got funnier. They were talking about Farrah, a girl they used to know, who Kelly had bumped into a few days ago.

"Baggage claim? You serious? She works at the airport?!?" the three burst into laughter feeding off of each others energy. They all joked about this as they waited for their food. Life had a way of being ridiculous sometimes. They weren't drunk, but they were starting to feel tipsy, each of them excited and happy to talk to each other uninhibited. Their comedy shows didn't usually attract this much attention though. The three just laughed it off, and continued sipping having their conversation.

Beyoncé ordered the smoked salmon with eggs and avocado toast while Kelly got buttermilk pancakes, bacon and maple syrup, and Michelle went with a "classic" chicken and waffles.

"This sounded better than it tastes," Beyoncé noted chewing on her toast. It was plain and green.

"What? you can't taste the vintage sourdough with a hint of flambéed sea salt straight from the Pacific Ocean" Kelly asked laughing as she imitated an Italian accent.

Beyoncé turned her nose and pretended not to laugh. Michelle just smirked since she had told her not to get that.

"Try my pancakes, they're good," Kelly gestured cutting off a neat triangle for Beyoncé.

"You better than me" Michelle laughed, bringing her own plate closer to her.

Beyoncé pulled Kelly's plate to the middle of the table and started eating off of it as if it was her food. "Girl if you don't just order some" Kelly said snatching her plate back.

"Nooo I won't eat that many" she whined picking up the bacon. Kelly rolled her eyes but let her continue eating. She looked at Beyoncé being so comfortable around her and smiled. She didn't realise she was staring until Beyoncé spoke.

"What?" Beyoncé asked her mouth full of pancakes.

"Nothing you just seen happy" Kelly smiled looking away nervously. Beyoncé looked up at Kelly awkwardly before turning away.

"You heard from Onika?" Kelly asked hesitantly.

"Nope" Beyoncé popped the p, and Kelly knew she was lying.

"Who's Onika?" Michelle asked. Beyoncé sighed and Kelly made a face at her.

"My husbands mistress" she said simply causing Michelle to almost choke on her food. Her eyes grew wide as she drank more to wash down the food.

Beyoncé simply nodded feeling sick of the man she married. She had been angry before the cheating but now she thought she hated him.

"Sorry Bey, that must hurt," Michelle sighed comforting her. Kelly placed a hand on hers feeling guilty for bringing it up. She had just wanted to know the mess but now Beyoncé was emotional. Beyoncé shrugged it off. She knew Kelly didn't mean any harm.

"He actually tried to have sex with me the other night" Beyoncé looked disgusted as she spoke about her husband. She was revolted by the man she'd married, remembering his body inching closer toward her. The same lips that had fixed themselves to accuse her of cheating.

"Have y'all spoke about the cheating?" Michelle asked and Beyoncé shook her head.

"If I say anything he'll break it off with her" she said in an unfinished thought, her leg bouncing under the table. She knew he would do anything she asked, it had always been that way. If she told him she knew about Onika, he'd end it with her for now. Then months later he'd find another girl and do it all over again. It wasn't so much the cheating that hurt, it was the lies and the fact that he barely tried to hide it.

"I don't want him to get out of this so easily." She knew the apartment was for his slimy affair but she couldn't help wishing he would go live there himself. Even if Onika was using him for money she clearly also respected him in a way Beyoncé didn't. Not anymore.

"I know that's right, get your revenge Bey. What's the plan?"

Beyoncé smiled a little bit, she loved her friends. It didn't matter what happened, she knew they'd support her.
"I don't know yet but it involves her" she said thoughtfully eyeing her meal

"Onika? The girl he's..."

"She likes me. I'm going to use that" Beyoncé spoke arching her brows.

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Time passed and Onika began to get used to her life. She was back at school, having been on break. The work seemed to pile up every time she took a second for herself. Between balancing school, Beyoncé, and Beyoncé's husband, she was constantly busy. She was beginning to feel as though she never got time for herself.

However, she prioritised making time for what had to be done. First came school, then Beyoncé's husband, and then Beyoncé. Beyoncé wasn't a priority but Nicki wasn't worried. She seemed to understand that Nicki was an artist. She spent hours painting, drawing, studying how to make better art.

Now ow she had a routine for whenever inspiration hit. It was always inconvenient but when it came she followed it. She'd paint however she felt no matter how much she didn't want to; shame, guilt, insecurity. These were the paintings she didn't show anyone. This was the art that she wasn't proud of. She hated that she'd waste so many paints and so many canvases, following a mind that seemed hellbent on ruining her. The feedback on her passion piece was that it lacked structure and direction. Thinking of her life at the time, the feedback made sense. She hated to feel like she'd bared her soul only to have it critiqued and questioned. But that was a part of the process, a part she knew was necessary in order to grow.

Nicki dreamt of being an artist one day. She had the raw talent, but it needed to be honed and shaped. She worried that she was becoming comfortable. Her life was a sequence that made sense and was easy. Sure, she was centre of a strange love triangle, but even in that she felt comfortable. She knew the routine and how to keep everyone happy.

The rules of these relationships were largely unspoken. She was the doting mistress to Beyoncé's husband, whenever he needed her. And with Beyoncé, she was...? She was herself in a way that came naturally. She breathed in and Beyoncé's breathed out. Beyoncé understood her in a way that she wished she didn't.

Her crush on Beyoncé was growing exponentially and she wished she could turn it off. She hated herself for risking such a good thing for the wife of the man who had helped her out. But, the way Beyoncé spoke made her heart slip a breath. She yearned to know what was going on in her mind. It actually helped that they hadn't had sex yet, since she knew once they did, she would lose self-control.

That didn't mean she didn't think about it though. She was still seeing Beyoncé and her husband now and then. She saw her husband more often, but when she could, she'd see Beyoncé. The two spoke almost everyday and things were great.

Beyoncé took Onika to countless fancy restaurants, treating her to an expanse of delicious food. The two also went on regular dates to the cinema or to art galleries. Beyoncé was taking her to places she usually wouldn't go to. She had also started buying her gifts, handbags and anything Nicki casually said she liked. Truthfully Nicki was beginning to feel uncomfortable, which was why she had decided to invite Beyoncé over and cook her a meal.

"Hi baby" Beyoncé grinned watching Nicki tiptoe as she greeted her. She pressed her lips to Nickis, wrapping her arms around her waist. "You look beautiful" she spoke admiring Nickis outfit.

Nicki grinned harder, she had picked this specifically for Beyoncé. It was blue - her favourite colour and showed off all of her curves. As much as she liked spending time with Beyoncé, she was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

"Thank you Bey" she bit her lip, before taking the bottle Beyoncé held out for her. A 1862 bottle of Chambertin Grand Cru red wine.

Nicki had told her she didn't have to but Beyoncé had insisted. She appreciated wine in a way that Nicki didn't. But, Nicki hadn't grown up around people who tasted wine for fun. Beyoncé said the richness of wine added to any meal. While Nicki much preferred to do shots of liquor and wince as she swallowed.

She was glad she was in an apartment, as opposed to a house or somewhere else. The suburbs weren't her thing and she liked being in the city. At night she'd hear the occasional sound of cars passing by, while in the day there was a consistent whir of engines and sounds going on outside. There was a taco truck a walk away and countless other shops nearby.

Furniture shopping had been easy for the most part. She'd gone alone without much thought to it. This was her apartment and she deserved to furnish it how she wanted to. Pink patterns decorated the feature wall, covered only by a large tv which was usually set to watching Housewives. Golden vases accented the room and it looked every bit as basic as it did modern art student. Beyoncé would've judged her if she didn't also have her art hanging up.

Her eyes scanned over Beyoncé. This woman was beautiful in any context. She wondered if it was time. Beyoncé was finally back in her home. Sometimes it took her by surprise, the way Beyoncé had this effect on her. Nicki was drooling over her, watching the striped dress clinging to her. Her breasts looked good, her body looked good. Nicki felt her mouth go dry.

Beyoncé let her eyes graze over Nicki in the same way. She was still attracted to her, and things had only gotten more intense. She tingled looking at Nickis outfit, wishing she could see the skin that lay beneath it. She always smelled like perfume and cocoa butter, Beyoncé wondered what she tasted like. She looked at her was as though the food didn't matter. Her insides tingled as she followed Nicki towards a table.

The lights were off and Nicki had placed candles to set the mood and show Beyoncé she mattered. Soft R&B was playing and the aroma of food wafted in.

"It smells good, what are you making baby?" Beyoncé wasted no time in asking. She loved to eat a home cooked meal, and Nicki loved every time she called her baby. She felt as though Beyoncé had her - as if she was hers.

"You'll see" Nicki bit her lip grinning as Beyoncé took a seat across from her. The candles cast long shadows on the walls, and in the vase on the table, sat a singular rose. Beyoncé appreciated how much effort she had gone to. It really was sweet to see how she had tried to make this special. Her husband never did that - assuming money was enough.

Nicki returned with two plates in her hand setting the one with more food down in front of Beyoncé. Inhaling, Beyoncé already knew it was good. She thanked Nicki and waited for her to sit before she stuck her fork in.

Nicki watched in anticipation as Beyoncé gathered up the pasta. She wasn't a chef but she thought she could cook. People tended to like the things she made and she loved compliments on her food. Growing up, her mother taught her to cook, as a way to keep a man. But as she grew up, she learned new recipes as a way to feed herself. She knew how to keep a man but what about a woman? That was what mattered to her in this moment.

Her eyes didn't leave Beyoncé as she lifted the mouthful to her lips, watching Beyoncé's tongue meet the food in her mouth. Seconds that felt like hours passed with Beyoncé tasting. She chewed and swallowed the food in her mouth, barely noticing how Nickis eyes didn't leave her. The younger girl frowned, her mouth going dry. She couldn't measure Beyoncé's reaction. What if she didn't like it?

She watched Beyoncé lift another forkful. It was driving her crazy, wondering if she liked the food. Beyoncé didn't speak, just looked at the food on her fork. Like last time she chewed, but then she let out a moan.

Onika released the breath she didn't know she was holding.

"What?" Beyoncé asked, covering her mouth which was filled with pasta. Beyoncé liked the god and that was all that mattered to Nicki. A grin spread across her face as Beyoncé snapped out of her trance.

"Nothing, I just— you like it?"

"Of course" Beyoncé's moaned, gathering another forkful as she spoke. "It's so good baby, I never had food this good before"

Nicki rolled her eyes at the dramatics, "It's just salmon and pasta."

"The best salmon and pasta," Beyoncé winked then licked her lips, which some of the creamy sauce had landed upon. "It's good though baby, I really do love it. The pasta is so creamy and the salmon tastes so fresh. And you seasoned it just right. It tastes kind of homely but also restaurant quality. The sharpness of the cheese really brings out the flavours"

Nicki raised a brow. She hadn't expected all that just from such a simple dish. She'd only chose salmon because salmon was fancy and she knew Beyoncé's liked it. She wanted this meal to be for her so she relaxed knowing she'd done well.

"I'm glad you like it" Nicki bit her lip. She felt light headed with the praise from her, a desire to please.

"I like everything you make" Beyoncé spoke between sips of wine.

Nicki felt nerves flood the inside of her body. She wanted Beyoncé to like her, to like how she made her feel. Nicki was nervous now, feeling the same attraction she felt to Beyoncé initially. Her face heated, and her heart pounded.

Beyoncé hadn't changed at all. She was still that same quietly self assured woman. She placed more food in her mouth letting the texture of the salmon melt into the pasta. Nicki was turned on just from watching her eat and enjoy her food.

"You okay baby?" Beyoncé questioned as Nicki had been watching her for a while.

She blinked a couple of times, forcing her eyes away from Beyoncé's boobs. The stripes of her dress only accentuated their size, as Beyoncé rested against the table eating and sipping wine. Her body looked so mature and voluptuous in this dress. Nicki nodded shyly before changing the subject, and starting on her own food.

While she was studying, Onika worried about her art and how to make it expressive. She wondered if these emotions of lust and nerves were things she could use for her art. Beyoncé talked as she ate, telling her about what was going on in her life. Nicki nodded and listened to the melody of her voice as she spoke.

While she talked, Nicki zoned out. Her mind was on other things, like the valley between her boobs and the beads of sweat that had begun to form. She listened to the cadence and lilt of Beyoncé's voice, zoning out the words and falling in love with how she enunciated. Beyoncé had so much power over her, she always felt heady in her presence.

"I made dessert," she suddenly said excusing herself. She needed to get out of there.

She picked up the plates to change the dishes over and moved them to the kitchen. Removing the chocolate soufflé from the oven, she took a breath recovering. Beyoncé was in her home again. Beyoncé was there and she was enjoying her food.

She was full of compliments for her as well, enjoying her company and telling her she looked sexy. Beyoncé had even eaten slower than usual, savouring every bite as snicking watched her. She wondered if tonight would be the night. She felt a pool between her legs, but, she didn't want to be presumptuous. She hoped but she wasn't sure if Beyoncé was ready. And she wasn't going to rush anything.

Behind her, she felt a warmth press against her. Beyoncé wrapped her arms around Nicki. The music still played as she hugged her from behind, causing Nickis breath to hitch in her throat. She inhaled and could smell perfume heating up her nostrils with a warmth she loved.

"You cooked all this?" The deep voice asked planting a kiss on Nickis neck. Nicki released a sigh that came out as a moan, as she nodded trying to come up with words in this position.

"Just for me?" Beyoncé asked planting another kiss on her. This time on her cheek, which was closer to where she stood. She knew Nicki liked her kisses, but this time they lasted longer. She went back to her neck breathing deeply as she kissed her.

This kiss was long, her warm lips against her neck. "Yes" Nicki released her voice as Beyoncé sucked the flesh on her neck. She was trailing her skin as if she couldn't get enough, kissing and licking as Nicki struggled to concentrate.

Jitters spread through Nicki, who still tried to dish the food. The chocolate wafted into her nostrils as Beyoncé pressed deeper into her. She could feel her body raging, screaming out for Beyoncé. All she wanted was to finish plating the dessert. But she didn't want Beyoncé to stop.

She dusted the cakes with sugar before letting herself fall into Beyoncé's kisses. "Bey" she moaned, her eyes filled with warmth. Their skin to skin contact has her weak in the knees.

"Mmhm" Beyoncé responded now sucking the skin beneath her ear. She kissed her very deeply until Nicki released another moan turning to face Beyoncé who's eyes now reflected the darkness in Nicki. Beyoncé's hands stayed wrapped around her as Nicki pushed her face back to face her.

"Taste it" she spoke, lifting one of the cakes. Beyoncé spoke accepting the cake between her lips. She bit off a small piece and Nicki watched her enjoy it. She still held the cake close to her until she bit off a bigger piece letting it melt into her mouth.

"It's good baby" Beyoncé grinned as Nicki took her own bite. A fleck of chocolate landed on her chin which she wiped but that made it worse.

Instinctively Beyoncé reached out, placing a hand beneath her face and using the pad of her thumb to wipe Nickis skin. Nicki felt her body heat up from the contact. She met Beyoncé's eyes and ran a tongue over her own lips.

"Can you stay tonight?" Nicki asked as Beyoncé placed the thumb in her mouth.

Beyoncé bit a lip and nodded her head. She planned to stay anyway but being asked was cute. The two shared a knowing look scanning over each others bodies which were only inches from each other.

Before long, Nicki was sat on the counter, her lips intertwined with Beyoncé's making out. "Bey" she whispered, her body getting heated. Beyoncé moaned, her lips grazing below the younger girls. Kissing her was heaven. Her body reacted each time their lips met.

Beyoncé's hand rolled over her body feeling her curves underneath the dress. She was excited biting Nickis skin, feeling the heat spread over her body. Nicki was wet, she could feel it between her thighs. Her entire body ached from the tension every time they kissed. Beyoncé's hands travelled under her dress, stroking her thighs as Nicki whimpered. "Please" her voice was breathy as Beyoncé's lips met her neck.

"Please what?" Beyoncé raised a brow knowing exactly the effect she was having.

Onika let out another moan as Beyoncé's tongue caressed her neck. Her hands found the fabric of the dress and pulled it up, moving slowly as she did. She stopped at Nickis ass discovering she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Baby" Nickis breath hitched in her throat. "Keep going" she moaned, lifting her arms to help the dress off.

Beyoncé did as told, turned on by how eager she was. It hadn't been like this before. They were both desperate now. Nicki was prepared and Beyoncé wanted nothing more. Her nakedness burned hot under Beyoncé's lust uk eyes.

"You're so sexy" Beyoncé's words tumbled from her lips. She took her in finally seeing what she'd dreamed about. Nicki was naked before her and she felt weak in her own knees.

Nicki flushed with shyness, her dimples popping as her lips folded. She felt tingly under Beyoncé's eyes, she had never felt so desired. Beyoncé looked at her with hunger. It was obvious they needed each other.

Beyoncé leaned forward, kissing Nicki softly on her plump lips. Nicki kissed back, her hands running gently over Beyoncé. She ran her hands through Beyoncé's hair, pulling her closer as their tongues stroked each other.

Beyoncé could feel Nicki's body tense against hers. Her own thighs became wet noticing Nickis reactions. She sucked gently on her earlobe, then bit down as she did. Nicki yelped but it was the cutest sound. She cupped her cheek gently, tracing fingers down along her jaw line.

Every touch sent tremors throughout their bodies. Slowly, gently, Beyoncé laid Nicki down, still on the countertop, running her fingers along Nicki's bare skin. The younger girl shivered, goosebumps forming on her soft skin as Beyoncé trailed her fingers teasingly along her arm.

"I've been waiting for you" Beyoncé said huskily, licking her way down Nicki's neck. It was true, she had been thinking of this for ever since they met. She knew it was wrong but it felt right. It felt like she belonged there. As though she was home.

Nicki moaned into Beyoncé's mouth as she felt Beyoncé's hand move down to her pussy. She broke away from the kiss, her face flushed as she looked up, her eyes were full of need as she met Beyoncé's gaze. Beyoncé watched her, almost asking for permission. Nicki gasped and arched her hips into her hand. Beyoncé smiled against her skin letting her hand moved between Nicki's legs. Nicki let out a soft moan as Beyoncé's fingers found her clit. Her legs trembled quickly.

She couldn't believe how ready she was for Beyoncé. This was the culmination of months of desire. Beyoncé's finger circled Nicki's clit, sending shivers down her spine. Nicki could barely breathe. She needed more. She needed Beyoncé. "Don't tease me" she panted, groaning against her hands.

Beyoncé smirked and watched her closely.

"I-I'm nervous" Beyoncé's admitted, eyes sparkling as she tucked her lips. "I've never..." her leg started to bounce, as she watched a smile form on Nickis face.

Nicki raised a hand to Beyoncé's pretty face. She tilted her head to face her and waited for Beyoncé to look into her eyes. Nicki saw a vulnerability that she'd not seen before in Beyoncé.

"That's okay," she spoke, pressing a kiss to the married woman's lips. Nicki held her close to her, kissing her softly as if she was precious. She was almost shaking with anticipation, but she trusted Beyoncé. "Let's go to my room"

Beyoncé nodded, her heart beating fast as they walked down the hall. She was excited. She was scared. She was anxious. She wanted this.

Nicki pushed open the door to her bedroom revealing the pink lamp shade which illuminated the room. It was scattered with canvases because she did her best work at night. She expected Beyoncé's judgement but instead she saw the woman's soft smile.

The room was small compared to Beyoncé's bedroom, holding only enough space for a double bed, a wardrobe, and other essentials. Nicki led her to the bed beckoning her closer to where she sat. Beyoncé smirked pressing her lips to Nickis.

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"Why are you so nervous Bey?" Nicki asked, watching her leg bounce. After their heavy make out session, Beyoncé still couldn't relax. Her heart was racing and her mind was whirring.

She sighed, annoyed that her nerves were so obvious. The two sat next to each other, atop Nickis bed and the taller woman hadn't spoken since entering this room. "Because this is wrong- not wrong." She corrected herself. "It just feels so big, it's the one thing we haven't done," Beyoncé explained.

Nicki cocked her head to the side. She knew what Beyoncé meant, not just that she was married. But something about this felt bigger than them both. As if them having sex would mean more than just sex. Beyoncé toyed with the ring on her finger, as if noticing it for the first time.

"We don't have to" Nicki spoke trying to relax her. She was naked on the bed sat beside Beyoncé, but that wasn't anything Beyoncé hadn't seen. They'd almost been together like this twice before, it was starting to feel like they might be cursed.

"I know" Beyoncé said, eyes trailing over Nicki. She had avoided looking at her until now. "I want to," she bit her lip, her eyes scanning the woman's curves. "But..." she trailed off.

"I know" Nicki rested a hand on Beyoncé's leg. It was still bouncing but it began to slow down. Her dress was satin silky and Nickis hand stroked comfortingly. Beyoncé met Nickis eyes and let a smile sit on her lips. It didn't reach her eyes but Nicki appreciated the effort. "It's okay Beyoncé," she spoke honestly. Nicki wanted to have sex but she wanted Beyoncé to be comfortable. She begun to assume they might never have sex, with Beyoncé being married and so afraid to step out, she didn't know if Beyoncé would ever feel comfortable enough to go there with Nicki.

"No." She almost shouted and let her finger stroke Nickis cheek. "I want to" She said surprised by her own confidence as she planted a kiss against Nickis pretty lips. Both their eyes fluttered closed as they felt into each other.

"Can I..." Beyoncé asked and Nicki nodded enthusiastically. She didn't know what Beyoncé would do but she wanted it, she trusted her. Her fingers explored the soft skin on Nicki's upper back while Nicki wrapped her arms around Beyoncé in an attempt to steady herself. A tongue swivelled in her mouth, pulling her even closer. The only thing that separated them was the thin fabric of Beyonce's dress. Small beads of sweat began to form on the surface of her skin as she fell into the kiss, passionately.

Needing to catch her breath, Nicki pulled away, examining Beyoncé. Her eyes darted as if to check if Beyoncé was sure as they sat together on the edge of her bed, limbs lightly touching as their hearts raced with anxiety. A deep and intense passion filled the air. Beyoncé was nervous but that was okay.

"I want to make you feel good" Nicki spoke holding her gaze. She seemed to sense exactly how to help Beyoncé relax. She rested a hand behind Beyoncé's neck and pulled her into another kiss. Their embrace carried a kind of comforting uncertainty. Beyoncés dimples popped as she smiled shyly and nodded. She looked down and pressed her thumb against the ring on her finger before turning her attention back to the girl who was looking at her like she was everything she could ever want.

As Nicki shifted, Beyoncé felt soft skin brush against her chest. She blushed as Nicki flipped them both over so she was on top as Beyoncé lay back. With each passing moment, her desire grew stronger. Nicki was pressing kisses all over her; lips attaching to every inch of exposed skin. She was hasty as if she needed her, pushing deeper into Beyoncé than their bodies should have let her. She rushed to lift Beyoncé's dress before Beyoncé stopped her.

"Slow down" Beyoncé breathed pulling her back into a kiss. She liked taking her time to kiss Nicki, feeling her heartbeat against her own. Their kisses felt natural and overwhelming at the same time, as tingles traveled through her body. Nicki allowed her lips to venture lower on Beyoncé's face. She was going slow now, treasuring each place that her lips connected to. Beyoncé could feel her lips press against every beauty mark that led towards her neck and let out a shaky moan as the kisses reached her jawline. Onika loved every sound that came from her - from her talking voice to her breathy moans.

She was patient and considerate, with her, touching her gently to draw out the moment. She wanted this to last as long as it could. Her lips tugged against Beyoncés as her hands gently roamed along her upper body. She kissed her, and felt Beyoncé hum beneath her, burning with an unquenched desire just for her. She wondered what it felt like to give yourself over to the woman who had your husband. Was it cheating? Was it revenge? Or was it just nature?

Nicki watched Beyoncé slip her ring off of her finger, thinking about how her husband acted. He never took his ring off when the two fucked, it didn't seem to be a question for the man as it was for Beyoncé. But this was different. They weren't about to fuck. Beyoncé placed the ring on the bedside table. If she was going to do this she didn't need a reminder of him.

When Nickis lips reached Beyoncés neck, she sucked a little harder. She wanted Beyoncé to feel the fire she had inside of her. Beyoncé arched her back in pleasure and anticipation. She was nothing like her husband. She took her time to feel every moment of connection. Beyoncé wanted to go slow. Her body felt alive as Nickis small hands pressed into her. Moans filled the room as she sucked along her neck. They might not have sex tonight, but that wasn't the point. She bit her lip feeling Onika's soft thighs wrapped around her waist, as their chests crashed together.

As Beyoncé lay beneath her, she realised that all those times they spent together, sharing intimate moments without actually consummating their relationship, had only made this feel more intense. She knew exactly what she wanted and that was Onika. Each little gesture, every brush of their bodies left her craving more of the woman.

Nickis lips tingled as she watched Beyoncé on display. Her head thrown back as snicking touched and kissed each mark of beauty on her body. Beyoncé shuddered in response before she relaxed into the kisses watching Nicki through squinted eyes with a deep and insatiable yearning. "Baby" Beyoncé moaned as Nicki stroked her hair out of the way and pressed her lips down to her neck.

"Uhhh baby" she moaned gripping Nicki atop her. Nicki was sucking her skin as if she knew exactly how to touch her. Her lips venturing lower. Then lower. She wondered if she'd get a hickey, but then she didn't care. When Nicki found her spot moans came trickling out of her even heavier. It was as if she hadn't moaned in years, or hadn't felt true pleasure until this moment. Eventually Nicki got lower and reached Beyoncé's collar bone and Beyoncé lifted her arms allowing her to take off the dress.

"You're so beautiful" Nicki spoke causing Beyoncé to blush as she looked down. Beyoncé just saw her as Onika in that moment. Onika was the girl who happened to also be her husbands mistress. But, she didn't care. Tonight was just the two of them.

Nicki took the time to admire Beyoncé's underwear blending with the bedsheets and contrasting with her skin tone. She noticed all the curves and dips in her toned body admiring the trail of darker beauty marks that journeyed down Beyoncé's neck and hid within her bra. She slowed and took her time to notice every inch of her body as she pulled Beyoncé to sit up a little.

"Let me take this off" Nicki breathed as she pulled Beyoncé towards her. Her hands went to the clasp of Beyoncé's white bra a roughly tugged. Beyoncé quickly shrugged it off and saw that their boobs were pressed against each other. She felt the firmness of Nickis nipples brush over her own before Nicki pushed her to lay down again.

Beyoncé looked up, breathing hard as she watched her. The shorter girl was in control, determined to make this good. Her breasts were right there and Beyoncé could see all of the desire in her eyes. Nicki wanted this as much as she did. It almost scared her to think they were really doing this.

"Sh-should we stop?" Beyoncé asked feeling the cool air whip over her boobs. This was where they'd stopped before. This way definitely cheating.

Nicki paused to examine Beyoncé's face then, checking out what exactly she was thinking. Beyoncé didn't want to stop. It was obvious to them both. But, anything more than kissing would be breaking her vows.

"I don't know" Nicki breathed as her eyes locked on their target. "Do you want to stop?" She asked as her lips encircled Beyoncé's nipple. She sucked and they got harder letting Beyoncé feel what she'd been missing.

"Don't stop" Beyoncé moaned, her fingers stroking through dark hair. Fuck them vows, she thought, she wanted to blow them all up. Nickis lips were so soft and her actions so soothing. It was exactly what she wanted, what her body really needed. She reached down to stroke Nickis bare skin above her as the woman sucked the moans from her open body. "Don't stop" she moaned again as Nicki swirled her tongue and licked.

She trailed her tongue around Beyoncé's nipples opening her mouth to pull the buds between her teeth. She latched onto a nipple, and Beyoncé felt herself get wetter. Fingers pinched her left nipple while Nicki sucked on the right one causing Beyoncé to grip her tighter digging her nails into Nickis skin.

"Ssss" she hissed as Nicki let her teeth roll over the bronze skin. She kept going and Beyoncé became more turned on. The insides of her thighs were becoming sticky. She wondered if Nicki could tell what she was doing to her. She wondered what it would be like between Nickis legs, if she too would be wet, begging for Beyoncés attention.

She saw how Nicki looked at her. She breathed her in like fire and Beyoncé tucked her lips watching Nicki watch her. She could sense Nickis yearning and she was already naked. Her beautiful body bare and in her face. She couldn't take it anymore, seeing the other woman's breasts - so big, so juicy, so perfectly suckable.

"Bey!" Nicki squealed as Beyoncé flipped them over. She didn't ask for permission, just let her body take over. They kissed and she let her hands roam over Nickis body. Before Nicki had the chance to lay back down she was kissing her again. The kisses were sloppy and heavy now, lips pressing together with tongues between them. They could feel the warmth of each other's breath on their skin. Beyoncé's kisses got lower reaching her collar bone with ease. She was excited looking at Nicki unravel beneath her. She quickly got lower pressing her lips to Nickis hardening nipple. She sucked, letting her tongue roll softly over the bud. Then she sucked even harder pulling a moan from Onika. That sound - she loved it. It spurred her on, to keep going.

"Yes like that" Nicki moaned, gripping Beyoncés hair. Beyoncé thought she was so cute as she continued to suck her breasts. Her breath hitched as she watched one of Nickis hands move to trace circles around her other nipple. She watched Nickis own hand moving in slow motion, her nails digging into her flesh, pinching and squeezing her nipple. Onika was horny and Beyoncé was the cause. She wanted Beyoncé badly. She had wanted her for months.

Her other hand reached over to stroke Beyoncés skin on top of her. She pushed her deeper into her feeling the lips curve around her nipple. Beyoncé was good at this and she was confident now. She pushed Nickis hand away, latching her tongue onto her other nipple. Nicki gasped at the movement - she hadn't expected Beyonce to do that. This was very different to the woman she'd met weeks ago - the woman who'd never had sex with a woman. But, this was good. Beyoncé was in control.

"Does this feel good?" Beyoncé asked, nervously looking up at her. Nickis body was giving in to her but that didn't mean she wasn't still shy.

Nickis moans became heavier and she whispered, "yes" in Beyoncés ear. She couldn't believe what Beyoncé was doing. Every touch from her lips felt magical.

A shiver went over Beyonce at the sound of Nickis yearning. She could tell from her voice that Onika wanted more. She wondered what it would be like to fully take control. Her eyes widened at the prospect before Nicki spoke.

"I need you," Nicki breathed letting her eyes meet Beyoncés. Her nipples were still wet with saliva as the two women eyed each other. Beyonce ran a hand again over Nickis body. Anything more would be cheating, anything more would be wrong. But she placed her hand into Onikas.

"Show me what you want" She spoke, and let Onika her guide her hands down lower.

Nicki ran a tongue over her lips suddenly feeling shy. This was a woman who had only ever had sex with her husband. Now she was placing her hand between her legs feeling her wet and throbbing centre. Beyoncé took in a sharp breath as her fingers touched between Nickis thighs.

"This is what you do to me" Nicki tucked her lips shyly as Beyoncés fingers slid over her flesh. Beyoncé blushed feeling the warmth from her thighs. It was slippery and wet, much like her own core. She ran her hand back over Nickis body. Darkness clouded her eyes and all she wanted was to please her. Her fingers began to explore Onikas wetness. She ran them through her folds, watching her body react to her touch. She could see the want in her eyes, and feel the sweet liquid coat her fingers.

She couldn't believe how much it turned her on to touch Onika like this. Onikas hips bucked into her hand, and she let out a moan causing Beyoncé to shudder. A smirk spread across her face, as she thumbed Nickis clit and her heart rate sped up.

"Beyoncé—" Nicki moaned her name. She was touching her just right, and Nicki lay back letting her take over. Nicki was so wet, and Beyonce loved it.

She loved the sight of pleasure building on Nickis face, and the soft moans she released that told her she was doing a good job. She was touching all the spots that made her go weak. She rubbed and stroked coating her fingers in her wetness. Then surprising even herself, she slipped a finger inside of Nicki.

"Ohhhhh fuckkk" Nicki cried out in surprise feeling Beyoncé slide in easily. She could feel her wetness pooling and dripping out of her as Beyoncé thrust in deeper. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from cumming right then, as Beyoncés long finger curved inside of her. Her eyes closed as Beyoncé pulled back before she let her finger stroke in and out.

"Sssss" she hissed when Beyoncé thrust in harder. She was using her middle finger pushing it slowly in and out.

"I never done this before," Beyonce whispered, slightly ashamed of her own experience. But Nicki just shook her head, forcing her eyes open to meet Beyoncé's.

"This is good" she moaned, her hips rocking gently. "Really good."

Beyoncé pushed harder and tried to match her pace, thrusting her finger inside of the younger woman. She could only think with that nub between her thighs and everything she was doing felt right to them both.

She licked her lips watching Onika. "You feel so good," she said thrusting in deeper. She liked the feeling of control as her fingers slid into Nickis body. It felt good inside of her, as she rocked back and forth on her finger. Beyoncé kissed her deeply again as she added another finger. Nicki was so tight but her body opened easily for Beyoncé.

She thrust her fingers in deeper watching Nicki throw her head back in pleasure. She knew she was cheating, but it felt so right. A sense of freedom overtook her body. She pushed her fingers deeper, listening to Nickis sweet cries.

"Harder," she moaned and Beyoncé pushed in harder. She was finger fucking Nicki better then she'd ever been fucked. She released a moan with each pump and juices pooled on her thighs. Beyoncé watched Nickis pleasure. She looked so perfect, so delicious and so beautiful.

"I wanna taste you" Beyoncé bit her lip. She felt like she was on the edge of something new. This was truly forbidden fruit and in that moment it was all she wanted.

She watched Nicki reaction while continuing to thrust inside of her. "Please" Nickis eyes fluttered open and she nodded.

Beyoncé made her way down her body kissing it as she got even lower. A thin layer of sweat had formed along her skin which made her taste even sweeter. She looked at Nickis pussy which was glistening with wetness. White cream coated her fingers as she decided to lick them first.

"How it taste" Nicki asked, watching Beyoncé sick her fingers.

"So good" was all she said before her face was between her thighs.

"Ohhh" Onika panted, not expecting the first lick to feel that good. Beyoncé smirked in response, as her tongue licked against her most sensitive part. She licked again, almost teasingly.

"Beyoncé" Onika gripped her sheets. Beyoncé was already an expert at this.

"Mmhm?" Beyoncé moaned pushing her head in deeper, and onika shuddered from the vibration from her voice.

"Please don't stop" Nicki's thigh pressed against her face. She lifted and spread her legs wider for Beyoncé to get better access. She wanted to feel her everything, all over her body. "Mmm" she moaned as she watched her face closely. Beyoncé was looking up to check her reactions. Her eyebrows perfectly arched as her tongue encircled her clit.

Nicki was biting her lip as Beyoncé explored her pussy. It didn't take her long to figure out what she liked. Nicki had a sweet spot and Beyoncé couldn't get enough. Soon Nicki was pushing her face deeper moaning and gripping the sheets.

"Fuckk" Nicki cried out trying to close her legs. Beyoncé was doing this like she had done it before. Nicki moaned as she licked and sucked the small nub between her thighs causing juices to pool inside of her mouth. Nicki was close. She could feel it. It must've been all the anticipation. Beyoncé pushed her legs open and refused to let her close them. Her tongue played with every inch of her pussy, sucking the moans from Onikas body.

"Beyon-ahhh fuck oh my goddd-" she moaned. Her body shuddered as Beyoncé started to flick her clit with her tongue. Onika felt like her eyes roll back as Beyoncé looked up to see her face. They sight of Beyoncé between her thighs was enough to push Onika over the edge.

As she came, she pushed and fought to get Beyoncé to stop her actions. She breathed heavily as she was coming down. Beyoncé watched her in awe. She looked gorgeous like this, with trickles of sweat and pure bliss on her face. "That was good" Beyoncé whispered, licking her own lips, tasting the remnants of Onikas sweet juices on her tongue.

Beyoncé was wet now, on the brink of her own release. Onika was gorgeous, and making her cum was another level of sexy. Beyoncé couldn't believe how much she had turned her on as she moved one of her own hands down to her pussy. She touched her clit softly watching as Nicki came down. She was wetter than she expected. It had been too long since she had gotten off.

When Nicki came down, she looked at Beyoncé who still had a hand between her legs, slowly stroking. "I thought you wanted to go slow," she smirked at the older woman. Beyoncé blushed nervously. She'd gotten carried away. She wasn't supposed to do that but she regretted nothing.

"It's your turn now" Nicki spoke laying her back and Beyoncé whimpered, as if suddenly shy. Nicki thought the sound was adorable. Beyoncé was the cutest grown woman she'd ever known.

She leaned up to taste her cum from Beyoncé's lips, while pushing Beyoncé's hands away from her pussy. She would have to wait until Nicki let her. Her tongue slid along Beyoncé's lips enjoying the taste of herself on her lips. As she licked the taller girl got excited again. Arms wrapped around each other they made out on the bed until Nicki pulled away, her eyes boring into the older woman.

"What?" Beyoncé asked, her arm raising to cover her face. Her shyness had reappeared and Nicki frowned moving her arm.

"You're so beautiful" she said before she Nicki softly bit her nipple. She slid her hand down, fingertips grazing Beyoncés lower abdomen. Beyoncé moaned as a tongue curled her over nipple. This felt amazing, better than anything else. She became breathless as Onikas hand got closer.

"I think it's time I fuck you better than your husband" Nicki whispered boldly into Beyoncés open mouth before instantly regretting it, hoping Beyoncé wasn't offended.

"Please" Beyoncé moaned out tucking her lips and letting her head fall back. There was no doubt in her mind that Nicki would fuck her better. She already had and they'd barely even done anything.

Nicki chuckled at this reaction as her head began to dip down along Beyoncés skin. She kissed her body softly licking every part of her skin. She tasted the sweat that had begun to form over her stomach. She was desperate to please her and Beyoncé loved every moment of attention she'd not received before. Her eyes closed so she could take in the pleasure.

She shuddered when Nicki reached her pelvic bone. The kisses were more delicate and the licks more drawn out. It had been "a while" so she was beyond wet. With each breath she waited for Nickis next movement. But, Nicki was determined to make her wait. She took her time on Beyoncé. She wanted Beyoncé to be sure. But more than that she wanted to make her burn with desire.

Nickis lips trailed lower brushing softly against Beyoncé's skin. She could feel the heat from her thighs, smell the sex rising from her legs. Beyoncé shuddered and lay back deliciously wet for Onika.

"Please" she whisper-moaned again and Nickis lips opened as did Beyoncé's legs. Her tongue slipped out eager to get her first taste. Beyoncé was soaking, and she was begging for her.

Her pussy lips were swollen, and dripping wet as Nicki swirled her tongue relishing Beyoncé. She tasted so good and Nickis felt her shudder. She was finally getting she pussy she'd been denied earlier in haste. She pulled back slightly and licked up Beyonce's slit. She couldn't believe Beyoncé tasted this good. Her clit was hard and Nicki flicked it with her tongue.

"Mmm" Beyoncé moaned softly, allowing herself to become lost in the sensation. She arched her back slightly to offer better access. Nicki felt Beyoncé buck her hips into her face, but she held her down, taking her clit between her lips. She needed Beyoncé to know how good sex could be. She sucked on it hard while flicking her tongue across her clit.

"Ooooh yes" Beyoncé moaned gripping Nicki even tighter. It felt good to take control of her own pleasure. Her fingers stroked through Nickis hair as Nicki was covered with her juices.

Then she plunged her tongue deep inside Beyonce's pussy. Beyonce moaned loudly as Nicki licked her pussy as if she was starved. She could feel the heat emanating from Beyonce's hole. She wanted to devour her whole, to lick her until she couldn't breathe.

Nicki started to suckle her clit, sucking it deep into her mouth and then pulling away when Beyoncé's thighs clenched. She repeated this over and over again, and each time Beyoncé would buck her hips into her face harder and faster. Nicki knew she had her now. She slowly slid her fingers inside of Beyoncé.

One finger then two inside of her. She could feel Beyoncé's walls tightening around her fingers. Her pussy sucked her in and Nicki started to pump in and out of her. She loved how tight she was. And soon Nicki was finger fucking Beyoncé, while softly licking and sucking on her clit.

The married woman moaned loudly, and bucked her hips wildly into Nicki's face. She was close now, her body screaming for a release. Nicki felt her tense up, and wanted to taste her essence. She wanted to drink all of her in and swallow her juices.

She moved her hand faster, and sucked harder on Beyoncé's clit. Then suddenly a scream as Beyoncés orgasm hit. She felt juices flood onto her hand, and heard Beyoncé scream out loud with pleasure. She continued to pump inside of her as she came, liquid coating her open lips.

Nicki moved up and kissed her deeply, watching as her eyes fluttered between open and closed. They lay close like this for a while comfortably, until Beyoncé recovered. Nicki couldn't help staring at her. She really thought Beyoncé was a dream.

"I think I'm a lesbian" Beyoncé said as her eyes finally opened and looked around.

The bed was still wet from the both of them and when she licked her lips they still tasted like pussy.

Nicki bit her lip. "I turned you out" she cackled causing Beyoncé to roll her eyes.

"You better change these sheets" she raised a brow rolling herself out of the bed.

Nicki did as told, knowing she was whipped. She got up while Beyoncé went to the bathroom and began to take the bedcovers off.

When Beyoncé was done, she stood at the door watching Nicki change her sheets. She was beautiful, she thought. Nicki was always telling her that but did she know that she was also beautiful?

"S-sorry" Nicki stuttered, feeling her presence in the room. She felt guilty. She worried Beyoncé regretted everything they'd just done.

"What?" The taller one frowned.

"Uh-um-" Nicki stuttered. She knew she shouldn't have done this with a married woman. God it felt amazing but what if now Beyoncé didn't want to see her again. "I didn't mean to..."

"Are you apologising for fucking me?" Beyoncé frowned and Nicki awkwardly nodded.

"Why" Beyoncé felt hurt, wondering if she had done something wrong, or if Nicki just wasn't attracted to her.

"Beyoncé?" Nicki asked, noticing the shift in atmosphere. She walked over to her tilting her face up. She examined her expression, which was sad but not ashamed. "You don't feel guilty?"

"Why would I feel guilty?" Beyoncé shook her head. Nicki released a sigh. She hated getting in her head. She felt bad about the infidelity but their marriage was clearly troubled.

She kissed Beyoncé, again licking over her lips.

"You taste like pussy" Beyoncé giggled rolling her eyes and Nicki bit her lip turned on by the older womans confidence. She had previously been so shy about sex, now she was even using the word 'pussy' with confidence.

"Fuck me Beyoncé" she pushed her back on the fresh sheets. Beyoncé giggled as Nicki stroked along her body. She pressed her lips to Beyoncés nipples sucking desperately. She never got the chance to suck on them properly, so now she would, holding her breasts in her hands.

"Were you really worried I'd regret it?" Beyoncé asked before a ripple of pleasure shot through her.

"Mhm" Nicki nodded not wanting to release her nipple. Beyoncé scoffed as if she was silly. Sometimes Nicki worried about nothing. It felt right and they both knew that, there was no need to apologise.

"It's never wrong when it feels right," Beyoncé spoke about more than just sexual pleasure. There was a level of intimacy they'd both been craving. Beyonce could get off just from Nickis simple touches. A stroke of her hand, a kiss against her neck. As Nicki sucked her nipples, she felt desire burn through her.

Nicki looked up to see Beyoncé biting her lip. What started off as playful was now turning her on. Nicki smirked flicking her tongue again on her nipple.

"Round two?" She asked sucking harder on her nipple.

"Uhhhh yes" Beyoncé moaned, feeling Nicki caress her breast. "Your lips are so pretty" she groaned watching them encircle her nipples.

Nicki smirked before they went for yet another round.

The two fell asleep in each others arms. Beyoncé was big spoon and Nickis ass was in her crotch, while the bed had a wet patch they were both avoiding laying on. But, the room was so silent that Beyoncé woke up. She was used to the sounds of either her husbands snoring or falling asleep with the tv on. But, now she slept with Nicki in her arms in absolute peace and quiet.

She looked at the girl beside her sleeping peacefully and beautifully. Images from the night before flooded her mind and suddenly her hands were back between her legs. It didn't help that Nickis ass was beside pressing into her, turning her on even more. She let out small whimpers as she touched herself, remembering the night before.

Nicki moaned from the sound, pushing her ass into Beyoncé. She was still asleep as Beyoncé toyed with herself. But, Beyoncé wanted to hear Nicki moan again. She needed it really as she crept below the covers. She spread Nickis legs and ran a tongue through her folds. Nicki easily opened up for her. Her pussy warm and inviting.

Beyoncé needed it. She licked and kissed the younger woman's body listening to her moans muffled by sleep. It was turning her on so much to be down there, licking Nickis clit until the moans changed and she was awake.

"Mmmm" she moaned groggily as Beyoncé circled her clit. She was now thrusting into Beyonce's face. She pushed her head deeper and moaned "please, more".

Beyoncé couldn't help but happily oblige her request, getting her face soaked in her juices. It felt so good to be down there, pleasuring her. Beneath the bedcovers, she wanted Nicki even more. Not being able to see, heightened her other senses. She groaned as she heard the small pants in Nickis moans. She tasted every drop of cum that hit her tongue and licked even faster until Nicki was cumming.

"Fuckkk Beyoncé" she moaned as her legs shook relentlessly. Her whole body trembled and Beyoncé smirked, before Nicki grabbed her and pulled her into a kiss. She then placed Beyoncé on top of her and manoeuvred her own leg between Beyoncé's.

The wetness from Beyoncé was so hot against her pussy. Beyoncé sat up with Nickis hands gripping her ass. Her clit was soaking wet and so was Nickis. She shuddered as she felt their clits press together. Beyoncé didn't know this could feel so good. She moaned as their bodies thrust together, the squelch of wetness as their clits rubbed each other.

"Yes, oh yes" she moaned as she ground her hips into Nickis. She held Nickis leg out of the way and continued to grind along her body. Nicki was already on the verge of her orgasm when Beyoncé began to thrust into her roughly with her legs. An image of Beyoncé with a strap on crossed Nickis mind and she threw her head back as Beyoncé continued.

"Uhhhh" she cried out as Beyoncé's clit brushed over hers.

"Yes babygirl, tell me how it feels" Beyoncé moaned along with Nicki.

"So good" Nicki groaned, her eyes beginning to blur. All she could make out was Beyoncé's silhouette, which showed off her ass and body and made Onika whimper more.

Beyoncé was going harder, pressing her thighs into onika. She loved how onika felt against her, how her body slick with juices slid along hers. She was close. So close. They both were.

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I love her, the realisation hit Onika the morning. She had woken up beside a sleeping Beyoncé and was now in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of them. She sang along to her playlist while she chopped and fried and mixed up food. For once Nicki had slept through the night. Onika wondered how long this would last with Beyoncé. She was dressed only in an oversized T shirt and the only thing that could've made this morning better was if the T shirt smelled like Beyoncé. This honeymoon phase was everything she dreamed of, but she knew Beyoncé couldn't keep lying like this.

She knew enough about Beyoncé to know that this couldn't last. The woman had some rock solid morals. It was a surprise she'd even shifted them this much. Despite how good last night had been, Nicki knew it might be the only time. This relationship probably wouldn't last another month. She sighed because she really did like Beyoncé. She had feelings for her and it was overwhelming. The song changed and Nicki flipped a pancake. She cooked as if she was cooking for the last time.

She knew the feeling wasn't mutual between them. Requited love only existed for the lucky ones. Onika had not been lucky in a long time. Beyoncé only liked Onika. She liked her a lot but it wasn't love. Onika could tell, even when they had sex. She was exciting to Beyoncé and nothing more. She was the girl who broke her out of her shell. With Onika, Beyoncé was fun and carefree. But that wasn't sustainable, she was more than those things and this was just a phase. What happened to Nicki when Beyoncé stopped rebelling?

Onika continued to cook knowing Beyoncé would hurt her. But that didn't change how she felt about the woman. In a way, she was breaking her own heart, by choosing to fall for an unavailable woman. But how could she not when it felt like this? Things felt so right, as if they were exactly how they should be. The two of them together felt like the perfect couple. Onika could imagine their relationship as a couple; holding hands walking the dog, taking romantic holidays, thinking of each other even when they weren't together. For now, however, she appreciated what they had. Whatever this was made her happy in the moment.

Her thoughts were cut off by a raspy morning voice. It began to harmonise with the music she played. "Girl you're alllllllllll I need" Beyoncé sang along with the Isley Brothers. She sounded like an angel vocalising.

Nickis eyes almost popped out of her skull. She didn't know Beyoncé could sing until now. Beyoncé wrapped her arms around Nicki, resting her head atop her shoulder. Her voice caressed Nickis ear gently and she felt her heart shudder and her inner thighs heat up. She was ready to melt then and there. Nicki had to blink to be sure what she was hearing.

"I didn't know you could sing" Nicki sounded astounded. How could Beyoncé have kept that from her? Nicki fell in love even deeper with that voice. When she spoke, Nicki felt warm, but when she sang Nickis body felt the heat of a fire. She turned to get a look at Beyoncé's face in the morning, beauty marks popping against her bare skin. "You're so beautiful" she said admiring her again.

"You compliment me too much" Beyoncé rolled her eyes. She clearly loved it and Nicki wasn't going to stop. "I did singing lessons when I was a kid and joined every single choir that I could find. My mom even put me in a couple pageants, but that didn't last. I was not a pageant girl" she snorted.

Nicki laughed and squeezed her cheek imagining a young Beyoncé in pageants. She would've been the type to get away with anything. She was far too cute and way smarter than she looked - she could imagine Beyoncé as the type blame another kid for something she did.

"Fuck!" Nicki ran back to the stove. She had been frying bacon which was now extra black and crispy. She cussed and took it off throwing it away and opening some windows before the smoke alarm could go crazy. She heard Beyoncé stifle a laugh and quickly shot her a look that made Beyoncé back up.

"Sorry" Beyoncé raised her hands in submission. She still held a smirk on her annoying face.

"Nah you gotta go," Nicki said eyeing the woman. If it wasn't for Beyoncé, she wouldn't have been distracted. Beyoncé's smirked and shook her head before leaving. She had to shower and get ready anyway.

Beyoncé left the kitchen to do her hygiene while Nicki stayed to finish up cooking. This bathroom was noticeably smaller than Beyoncé's, it reminded her of the apartment she lived in briefly as a child. It had its own charm which Beyoncé's appreciated.

She climbed into the shower and turned on her tap. She now had a plan of action for her husband. She'd be meeting a lawyer soon and hopefully they could help. Nicki was in place to be used how Beyoncé needed. But, Beyoncé hoped things wouldn't get too messy. While Beyoncé was protective over Nicki, Nicki was responsible for her own life. Nicki had her own things to do. Beyoncé liked that about her. She respected her. But she also knew that she could use her.

Breakfast was large and incredible. Onika had made every breakfast food Beyoncé could think of; pancakes, and waffles, cut up some fruits, as well as scrambled eggs, plantain, bacon, sausage, and mushrooms, alongside roti and toast, and a sliced avocado. She had even heated a couple croissants in the oven. It was all laid delicately on the kitchen counter since the table was too small for all the different dishes.

"You should be a chef," Beyoncé complimented. Everything she cooked was on another level. Beyoncé was in heaven grabbing food here and there.

"Y'all hiring?" Nicki joked and Beyoncé gawked at her.

Thoughts of her husband, Onika, and herself under one roof sent a chill through her. She faked a laugh but she quickly went silent. Onika tilted her head. Had she said something wrong?

"I want you to stop sleeping with him" Beyoncé expressed, nerves bubbling beneath her cherry tinted cheeks.

Nicki looked at her in confusion and then anger. "What? Why?" She asked.

She thought they had an agreement. Nicki would continue fucking her husband while Beyoncé figured out what she wanted. Besides, it was the man who was cheating. Nicki couldn't control what he did with his penis.

"Because you-" Beyoncé stuttered trying to explain. She could sense Nickis anger and tried her best to calm the situation. "Because- ugh..." the words were hard to find. Beyoncé hadn't expected a reaction like this. She thought it would be obvious. They'd had sex last night. Words and explanations disappeared as she looked at the woman who was bare faced in her kitchen, her scrunched brows adorable.

Nicki looked back testing her. She wondered what Beyoncé really had to say. She'd been sleeping with him since the day they met - sleeping with him was the whole reason they had even met. She had an idea of where this was coming from, but she wanted Beyoncé to say the words. She wanted to hear Beyoncé tell her that she was still in love with him. She wanted to hear Beyoncé try to control what she did with her own body.

Now that Beyoncé had tasted her, Onika had to close her legs? Was she too easy? Or was Beyoncé afraid her husband would leave her for Onika? Maybe he should. Maybe Onika would like that. She hated how used she felt in that moment. Her body felt hot and she waited for a response.

"It's because..." Beyoncé trailed off again. She wished Nicki would figure it out. It was obvious wasn't it? But she didn't want to lie. Nicki raised a brow urging her to speak. Beyoncé's brain was working overtime to come up with the words. Feeling exposed and trembling she finally took a breath.

"Because I love you"

Beyoncé immediately closed her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that. She really hadn't. That was too much. Love was too much. That wasn't even supposed to be near what she said.

"Oh" Nicki said, her hand still balanced on her hip, but every bit of attitude now zapped from her voice. She swallowed roughly as her mind began to work.

There was no way Beyoncé loved her. That would be too perfect. Nicki didn't get perfect. Besides, what was she supposed to do with love? She couldn't eat love, she couldn't love these bills, she felt sick with herself for even having these thoughts. If Beyoncé really loved her none of that should matter. Her feelings should be worth more than money. She bit her lower lip as Beyoncés leg started bouncing.

"Beyoncé, it's not- I-"

"Its fine, you don't have to say it back—" Beyoncé interrupted. She really didn't want Nicki to say it back. She didn't even know if that was truly how she felt. But the words felt right when they spilled from her mouth. At the same time they felt wrong and manipulative.

"Its not that," Nicki spoke. "I just haven't thought about it..." she paused her lie, not yet ready to be honest. She didn't believe that Beyoncé was serious.

Beyoncé was married. She was married. She had a husband. Looking down, she noticed Beyoncé's ring was back on. She loved that man. She had married him and loved him. Any love Nicki felt couldn't outdo marriage. Love wasn't worth ruining what they had. It hurt too much. It made more sense to turn off her feelings.

"Okay" Beyoncé said so she would stop over explaining. Nicki hadn't thought about it. That was okay. She released a breath grateful that Nicki hadn't said it back. She wanted to use the girl but love was too far.

"I just— why does it matter if I sleep with him?" Nicki asked, changing the topic. Beyoncé's husband was a cheater. He was the reason they had met. Nicki was his mistress. How can you fall for the woman who's supposed to hate you the most? Or maybe that was exactly why she loved her. Maybe Nicki was Beyoncé's rebellion.

Beyoncé felt restless and her leg wouldn't stop bouncing. She didn't think before the words exited her mouth. "Because it does. He's- he's..."

"He's your husband" Nicki sighed and finished her sentence.

The other woman just shrugged and nodded looking down.

Nicki didn't think the man was as bad as Beyoncé made out. But she also didn't know him the way Beyoncé knew him. Beyoncé was the wife who probably saw the worst of him. Nicki just saw a man who gave her money when she asked, and fucked her once or twice a week. Beyoncé hated him enough for the both of them regardless.

"I know you hate him but if I stop he'll know that somethings up"

"I don't hate him" Beyoncé scowled as if that was obvious. If she hated him she would've divorced him earlier. If she hated him she wouldn't be so hurt by him. If she loved anyone, it was her husband. She still spent most of her nights in bed with him. How could that be hatred?

Onika eyed her deeply in thought. If she didn't hate her husband then what was she doing with Onika? The question lingered in the air between them unanswered.

Beyoncé's phone began ringing and the tension eased between them. She sighed seeing the caller ID but answered regardless. It was her husband asking her out to dinner later that night. She couldn't work out why he was asking her that when she'd clearly been mad at him. Ever since he'd accused her of cheating, Beyoncé just couldn't pretend much with him. Still, she accepted his invitation to dinner. She'd come up with an excuse at the last minute and cancel. Or maybe she'd say she was working late.

"B?" He questioned, still on the phone.

"Sorry. Yeah I'll see you later" she hung up the phone and looked at Nicki.

Nicki just shrugged. Then Beyoncé helped clear the table as they spoke about nothing. The weather was getting cooler; work was going well, Beyoncé had a new client; Nicki was finding class challenging.

"Why?" Beyoncé's asked. She took great interest in Nickis art. Nicki had always been good at school but she said her new professor just seemed to hate her work. "Sorry baby" Beyoncé gave her a comforting look. "She might be jealous, you know your work is amazing"

"I doubt it," Nicki dropped her shoulders. "I think she just hates me" she looked down a little sad.

"Can I see?" Beyoncé once again asked to see the most intimate parts of her. Nicki assented, as the washing up was finished. She led her through the hallway and towards her mini studio where the thick smell of paint filled the air and many papers. On an easel sat a paper, filled with deep browns and bronzes.

"Ignore that" Nicki shrugged, "it's for another class" she explained the fan art she'd made. Her assignment was to humanise a character she liked. Beyoncé smiled recognising the cartoon. Nicki was clearly a talented artist.

Nicki ruffled through papers before she found what she was looking for. "Its this one" she said taking the image out. It was a beautiful scene she had painted of a cottage surrounded by the changing seasons.

"Wow" Beyoncé ran a finger over the gouache. "This is incredible" she spoke feeling the paint on her fingertips.

"If only you were my professor." She sighed before Beyoncé asked about the specific feedback. Nicki explained what her teacher had said before Beyoncé had an idea.

"Who lives in that house? What is their home like?"

"It doesn't matter that's not in the painting"

"Maybe that's what she's saying. That's what might be missing!" She enthused while Nicki observed her as if she was crazy. Beyoncé rolled her eyes before beginning to explain. "Okay, look I decorate interiors but that doesn't mean I don't have to look at the exterior, to know how it all fits in. Maybe your art is like that - missing something until you are inside."

Nicki frowned, she might have a point. Nicki hadn't thought at all about the context. There were people in the painting but there also weren't. They were seen through windows but had no soul.

"You might be right" Nicki looked up at her.

Beyoncé stepped closer, "Im always right" she ran her tongue over her teeth

"Mhm" Nicki raised a brow, pulling her closer as they kissed. She was not always right but that didn't matter. Beyoncé was gorgeous and Nicki loved her.

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Guilt flooded Nickis mind every time she thought about Beyoncé and what she was doing. She thought of the woman even now, as he was there having removed his shirt. She wished it was Beyoncé looking at her with that expression. She would've done anything for Beyoncé to look at her the way that he looked at her.

But instead, she was with Beyoncé's husband. He looked at her with such an obvious hunger that she immediately knew exactly what he wanted. She almost retched as she thought about his large hands on her, compared to Beyoncé's long and slender fingers.

Onika wanted to go home in that moment, overwhelmed by the current state of her life. She was in love, but instead of being with the woman she loved she was with that woman's husband. She wanted to curl up into Beyoncé's arms and breathe her in and forget about the world. She hated how much she'd fallen for this woman. She was just supposed to be the wife - some boring prude whose husband didn't want her. Nicki was never even supposed to meet her, yet it felt like their meeting had been fate. What had Beyoncé wanted on that first encounter in her hotel room?

Onika decided to start a fight with him. He was in her bed. His hands were all over her. And she couldn't stop herself asking the question.

"Your wife really doesn't know about me?" Onika asked in between neck kisses. He shook his head and grunted continuing his abrasive touch. His lips were now on her collar bone and she leaned so that he could reach her spot.

"Where does she think you are?" She asked, through a reflexive moan. His lips were nothing like Beyoncé's tender lips.

"Business conference." He shrugged returning to her neck. She wanted to roll her eyes but she held it together letting his lips travel all over her skin.

"Doesn't it get obvious?"

He finally turned to look at her, pausing the kisses as Onikas eyes fluttered open. He'd talked about Beyoncé before with her but this was Onika's first time bringing her up. She knew he had a wife, she'd known since the beginning. Those were the things she felt guilty about at times. The man paused as if considering the question.

"No." He shrugged. "Sometimes I say it's to meet a new client." He spoke trying to reassure Onika that Beyoncé didn't suspect anything. She knew his job was demanding. He'd always had to travel for work so this was no different.

Onika sighed again. "Oh" was all she said, cutting off the need for more conversation. How could Beyoncé possibly like this man? Let alone love him, when he clearly didn't know her? Did he just think she wouldn't notice that he was "travelling" constantly? Did he think it was just a coincidence that she could barely stand to be around him anymore?

"Why you asking so many questions?" He sounded protective which surprised her. He had always assumed Onika didn't like being the other woman. She was the other woman and she accepted that. She usually never asked questions and just played her role, so why now did she have so many questions?

"No reason" she shrugged, feeling like a deer in headlights. She'd asked because she wanted him to stop. She didn't want to touch him. She couldn't bring herself to have sex with this man again. Beyoncé's image bounced through her mind, she wondered how he could live with himself hurting her constantly. Even if he thought Beyoncé didn't know what he was doing, did he not feel guilty every time he looked at her?

"Stop sleeping with him" Beyoncé's shaky voice echoed through the recesses of Onika's mind. She thought of the deep timbre of her voice, the nerves as she asked as if she knew she shouldn't. Onika couldn't even bear the thought of hurting her.

"I don't think she really cares" his voice had become monotone and his face scrunched up. He was no longer kissing or touching her. Everything had stopped and he lay back on the bed, Nickis small body relaxing in his arms.

"You don't think your wife cares that you're cheating on her?" The question sounded more accusatory than she'd meant it and she looked up at him through her dark, lined eyes trying to get a sense of what he thought.

Beyoncé definitely cared or she wouldn't be using Onika as revenge. She knew part of Beyoncé's interest in her was because she, of all people, was off limits to Beyoncé. That seemed to make it more fun. Onika, however, had fallen in love and hoped Beyoncé's interest in her went beyond revenge. She thought about Beyoncé often, wondered what she was doing, wanted to talk to her. She hoped for the next time that she would see her. She loved the way Beyoncé's eyes would light up when she made a stupid joke, or the way she'd playfully hit her when she said something naughty. Onika thought of how comfortable she instantly felt around Beyoncé.

The man shook his head and sighed "Not really." He said "She's not interested."

Onika scoffed as if his words meant nothing. The woman cared. Who wouldn't care that they were being cheated on? He got up to grab one of his cigars from his bag, which he bent and then lifted to his mouth. She passed him a lighter as he lay beside her, topless while she was just in underwear.

"I don't believe you" she sounded matter of fact. She was sleeping with the woman's husband and even she felt guilty. She couldn't imagine how much worse she would feel if she was in Beyoncé's position.

He sighed again, inhaling deeply. "She barely even notices me, I asked her to go to couples therapy and she laughed at me like I was crazy. She doesn't even wanna put in the effort to fix things. I doubt she even notices when I'm gone"

He sounded so lost that Nicki felt bad. She shouldn't have brought it up. Now the man looked was as if all the life had drained from his eyes. She wondered why Beyoncé had said no to therapy. Did that mean she didn't want to fix things with him? Or maybe she thought there was nothing to fix...

Nicki almost felt guilty, but she didn't. They were both sleeping with the same person like some kind of fucked up love triangle, but Onika felt nothing like guilt in that sense. She didn't care if he went from her to Beyoncé. It was just sex - that was it. The problem was that with his wife, it felt different. They'd only been intimate once but she still remembered the feel of Beyoncé's body on her. She remembered the smell and the taste of her skin, and how much she wanted to be with her again.

She sat comfortably nestled in the man's arms and silently wished that he was his wife instead. His body was too rigid, too sharp, too large - with Beyoncé she fit perfectly in her arms; long slender limbs wrapped around her. Smoke filled the air and that too was a reminder of Beyoncé - that first meeting on the balcony where the two got high and Onika felt seen in a way she hadn't before. Onika felt a deeper level of pleasure with Beyoncé. Despite her inexperience, Beyoncé worked to give her pleasure. With her fingers, Beyoncé had found every spot that set her alight. It had been a week since Nicki had last seen her and not a day had passed without her thinking about Beyoncé. She never got a chance to say so many things, to touch her in new ways, and feel all of her. And she had so many questions for Beyoncé. Nicki was beyond infatuated with the woman, she wanted know what her life was and how she could fit. She wanted to make her breakfast every morning and take care of the woman, the way she deserved.

"Sorry" Onika replied watching him carefully. If he were anyone else, she would've told him it meant nothing. But, she had met his wife. She knew it was a sign the trust was gone. Selfishly, she felt herself smile on the inside, then instantly regretted it, knowing that was wrong.

"I'm starting to feel like this marriage is over. She won't talk to me, I feel like I'm losing my wife"

"Don't say that" she could hear the heartbreak in his voice. Her own stomach was doing flips as she listened to his words. She couldn't imagine how hard that felt.

"It's true. If she wasn't already rich I would've thought she married me for my money" he shrugged. Nicki didn't know how to respond to that. She would gladly marry him for the money, she thought guiltily to herself for a moment. Nicki had suspected Beyoncé was middle class, but he had said rich so Beyoncé had her own money?

"You don't think she loves you?" She asked curiously. She wondered if Beyoncé would ever get a divorce. In her fantasy, Beyoncé would choose her over him. She'd dump him and say that she couldn't let her husband stand in the way of true love, then they'd run off together and elope in Paris. Nicki would do the housewife thing and take care of all fifty leven kids she wanted to make with Beyoncé.

A sigh broke her out of her fantasy. The man shrugged, he didn't know what he thought. The woman had married him, wasn't that love? He'd given her all of him but it never felt like enough.

He continued to smoke and Nicki continued to watch him. She liked how his lips looked wrapped around the cigar. As he blew the smoke out, she saw exactly what Beyoncé had been attracted to. He had a confidence beyond his looks that made him stand out. Still, he was nothing beside the light of Beyoncé. Next to her, he paled, as most people did. But still, he loved her. That much was clear. But, did she love him, Onika wondered silently.

Shortly after that conversation, the man left Onika alone in her apartment. He wasn't ready to go home but he had no reason to stay and every reason to leave. He missed his wife. He always missed her. In that way, Onika could always relate. Being with the man, she felt absent now, as though she wasn't in her body when they had sex. She wondered if Beyoncé felt the same. She remembered the feel of Beyoncé's breath when she had touched her - you wouldn't be that horny if you were having good sex.

When he left, she returned to lamenting over Beyoncé. She couldn't stop thinking of the woman whose long legs could run circles around her, whose words were either poetry or inaccessible to her mouth. She sometimes struggled to find the words to properly express things, but she cared so deeply and had a plethora of knowledge. Onika almost wished she hadn't changed her bedding when Beyoncé had left so she could still smell her scent on the fabric of the pillows and imagine the feel of her smooth skin against hers. She moaned inching her hands along her skin, recalling all the ways that Beyoncé had touched her - so gentle and shy until she set herself free. Then her fingers swirled down to the inside of her thighs and she touched herself the way Beyoncé had days prior. She moaned and pumped until she couldn't anymore, her pussy sore and missing Beyoncé. She wanted someone to cuddle. She wanted Beyoncé, whose smooth skin could put butter to shame and who held her in the night like she would run away.

A week passed before she saw Beyoncé again.

"What happened with you and him?" Beyoncé asked entering the apartment. Nicki rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. She had missed Beyoncé's presence. It was nice to be with her. Beyoncé made her forget all of the struggles of her life.

"I don't even get a hello?" Nicki sassed, watching Beyoncé enter her apartment as if she owned the place. She technically did, but that wasn't the point.

"Fine. Hello" Beyoncé smirked placing her bag down and removing her jacket. She wore a grey blazer and skirt and her hair was styled back in a sleek ponytail. She looked expensive, and Onika liked was into it. She loved how she mixed feminine and masculine elements into her style.

"Hey beautiful, how are you?" Onika grinned widely, letting her dimples pop as she clung to Beyoncé, pressing their hands together.

"Nika..." Beyoncé sighed. She wanted an answer to her question. As cute as Nicki was, Beyoncé was losing her patience.

Nicki rolled her eyes. "Ugh fine. I didn't wanna fuck him so he left early," she said plainly. "Sorry if he walked in on you and Kelly getting freaky together"

Beyoncé rolled her eyes at this. She should've never told Nicki she thought she was a lesbian, now all she did was speculate about women she wanted to fuck. She was not into Kelly though - that was her sister. "You're annoying" she groaned unable to stop the smile that danced in her eyes. It was cute how Nicki listened to her - she remembered the names of everyone close to her. From Kelly, to Michelle, to even her housekeeper.

She could that tell Nicki had left something out of the story - maybe they'd argued or Nicki had kicked him out, or maybe he hadn't been able to get it up. Something was missing from the words she said. But Beyoncé didn't ask. She didn't care about that. She cared that they hadn't had sex. Nicki had actually listened to her.

The thought of him inside of Nicki made Beyoncé feel sick. It somehow felt worse than when he tried to fuck her - at least she could say no and stop it from happening. She couldn't be there to stop Onika from doing whatever she wanted. She hated that, she didn't want anyone else to touch Onika. The thought made her chest seize up in a way.

She wanted Onika all to herself...

Nickis lips pressed into hers - the way she'd wanted them to since the last time they spoke, and Beyoncé leaned back into the wall. She loved the way Nickis mouth felt pressed against hers, ever since that first kiss she'd been filled with yearning. Nicki kissed her like she'd needed to for months, as if Beyoncé was water and she was on fire. Those plump and glossy lips only made her body shiver.

Nothing mattered anymore, apart from them being together. She let out a moan, her head turning up to the sky as Nicki ran a hand along her soft skin, caressing each place she wanted to kiss. Beyoncé leaned her head back fully feeling into the moment as kisses trailed along her skin, only stoping briefly to take her in.

"Nic-" she breathed shakily, as the lips pressed into her. She was forgetting something, she knew, but this was more important.

"Mmm" Onika mumbled tugging Beyoncé's skin between her teeth. She could tell Beyoncé wanted this just as much as she did, her body was melting into her and she could not stop admiring her beauty.

"Feels good" Beyoncé breathed, her voice raspy with desire. Nicki was on her clavicle, sucking and biting each and every mark. Her eyes fluttered closed as Onika made a hickey on her neck. She giggled like a teenager and Onika smiled seeing her cuteness.

"Uhhh" she moaned again as Nicki let her hands roam along her body, stripping her out of the blazer she wore so she was left in only a bra and skirt.

"God you're so beautiful," Onika mumbled more to herself.

"Mmm baby" Beyoncé bit the inside of her lip as Onika continued. She was barely touching her but Beyoncé could feel the desire pooling within her. Onika didn't let up however, her lips continued their attack - kissing her lips, licking her neck, and sucking her chest, licking the fabric of her bra. Knees buckled but Onika caught her, running a hand along her thigh.

Hands stroked the inside of her thighs as she threw her head back against the wall. Beyoncé could feel her hand inching closer and she felt her wetness pool. She hissed when she felt Onikas fingers slide her panties to the side. Could she feel how wet she'd made her?

"Fuck" Onika let out her own sounds of pleasure as her fingers connected with the warmth of Beyoncé. "You're so pretty"

"Mmm" Beyoncé moaned as Onika pressed her clit. She couldn't see but she could feel and she hissed at Onikas exploration. Fingers circled the nub of her clit making her moan and buckle under her touch. "Onika" her moan was the sweetest sound.

"Yes beautiful?" Onika replied somehow sounding even sweeter. She was so focused on Beyoncé's body, to her moans, and to what she liked. She wanted to taste her but her fingers were busy paying attention to the throbbing in front of her Beyoncé's body.

"O-ohhh" Beyoncé began to push against her finger. She was grinding into Nickis hand and Nicki wanted to slip inside of her. "Yess baby" she moaned, sounding desperate now. "Please... inside" and those were the magic words.

Onika licked her lips and slid her fingers closer to Beyoncé's opening. She could feel her wetness seeping out and ached to be inside of her. "Open up for me beautiful" she spoke as her fingers pressed against Beyoncé's walls She was slick with desire and her fingers slid in easily.

"Ahhh" Beyoncé breathed, turned on by Onikas fervour. "Mmmhm deeper" she moaned as the fingers pushed deeper into her. Onika didn't hesitate to curve them inside of her, pressing against her spot. She was rewarded with a louder moan as Beyoncé struggled to remain standing.

"Cmon baby, ride my hand" Onika spoke planting more kisses on her neck. Beyoncé was unraveling from Onikas voice coupled with the way she pressed against her g-spot. Onika could tell that she was going to cum soon. She needed it - to have her cum right there and into her hand.

"Ahh- uh huh" Beyoncé moaned with every new thrust. She could feel the tension building inside of her ready to burst out as soon as she let it. Onika was paying too much attention, each time she moved Beyoncé felt a deeper urge inside her almost explode.

"Are you ready to cum for me gorgeous?" Nicki pressed on with her words, knuckle deep in Beyoncé. Beyoncé's head tipped further back as those fingers worked inside of her. She wanted to know how Nicki got so good at that. Where did she learn that? And the compliments trickled from her lips. Beyoncé was beautiful, gorgeous, looked so pretty riding her hand. She could feel each word Nicki spoke, as she trembled feeling knots coming undone.

"Yes" she spoke clearly, finally opening her eyes. Nickis watched her every movement, as if her pleasure was her own.

"Cum for me pretty girl" she spoke and Beyoncé's came unraveled. Her lips screamed obscenities as Nicki held her up. She didn't know where Nickis strength came from to hold her up, but she did it. Her legs were weak and shaking as Onika continued her touch.

"Baby-" she breathed gripping Nickis arm to remove her fingers. She was sweating but Nicki couldn't stop kissing all over her skin. "St-stop" she giggled still coming down. "We should eat before this food gets cold," Beyoncé hated to be the sensible one, but she couldn't help it. She was the 'mom' friend, the Virgo, the responsible one.

Onika pouted, "but I wanted to eat you."

Beyoncé blushed as Nicki sucked her fingers. She really seemed to enjoy the taste. "Later oh my gosh," Beyoncé said while blushing profusely. She still couldn't believe Nicki was so forward, though secretly she loved it. Months ago her words would've shocked her, but she was used to it now - the way Nicki spoke with her New York accent sounding so sweet as she said the dirtiest things.

"Sorry" Beyoncé mumbled pulling out of Nickis grasp. Onika took a breath and kissed her again - closed mouthed and gently, as she told her not to apologise. Beyoncé could do no wrong. Beyoncé tasted herself on Nickis lips and instantly regretted her choice. But, she was in Nickis apartment again. The least she could do was feed the woman.

Nicki had allowed Beyoncé into her space with ease, it was time Beyoncé gave Onika something back. The two of them got comfortable, Beyoncé taking the food into the living room, while Nicki went to get them some cutlery and plates.

"I thought I'd get Chinese becau..."

"This is what you got the first time!" Nicki squealed seeing the bag as she remembered in her hotel room. She looked into the bag and saw her exact same order, except this time Beyoncé hadn't gone overboard with different options, worrying she might be vegan. She kissed her and Beyoncé felt butterflies again. She thought soon she would like for Nicki to see her home - the rooms in the house that she'd had full control of. She wondered what Nicki would think of it all. She hoped she would like it.

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"I take it back," Beyoncé tucked in her lips, briefly catching Nickis eye before she looked away.
"You can sleep with him." She said the words plainly as if they meant nothing. Seeing Onikas reaction, she continued to talk, "what? It's just sex right?" Beyoncé shrugged and raised a brow as if testing Onika, who was simply confused by this entire conversation.

"Right..." Onika nodded, with narrowed eyes. To her it was just sex, especially with him, but she knew something that simple wasn't Beyoncé's style. Sex with Beyoncé always meant something, the first time they had sex was Beyoncé's way of showing that she trusted Nicki, that she had let her walls down. It wasn't love but it was meaningful, despite her pretence that it was just physical.

Besides, why would she suddenly be okay with Onika sleeping with her husband? Somehow it felt more like an order than acceptance. Nicki scrunched her brows in thought, so many questions about Beyoncé bouncing through her mind. What was wrong with this woman? She seemed to go back and forth on what she wanted from Nicki.

"Uh... I have to check the food" Onika hated to get up in the middle of this, but she refused to ruin the dessert she had been working on all day. It was a simple apple pie she had made just for Beyoncé. She had spent the afternoon buying organic fresh fruit and ingredients because she wanted it to be perfect. She dusted the warm dough with a sugar and cinnamon mixture before putting it back into the oven where the sugar could toast and mix with the richness of the apples.

Then she set a timer so she could stop worrying about the food burning and turned off the light, before making her way back into the bedroom. The night before had been filled with tender orgasms and soft kisses between the two, before Beyoncé's departure in the morning for a meeting. Beyoncé's husband was away for a couple days so after her day of work & meetings, she went back to Nickis apartment and the two had been watching movies.

Onika found Beyoncé sat uncomfortably on her bed toying with the fabric of her comforter. Their eyes met as Onika entered the room, Beyoncé's leg bouncing as her eyes searched for somewhere to focus. The tv was on but Beyoncé wasn't paying attention. "It's just— it's my husband..." she sighed exasperated.

Onika bit back a sigh and an eye roll. She was tired of that man ruining what she had with Beyoncé. Why did he have to go and marry such a beautiful and perfect human being? Beyoncé was so fascinating, the way had mind worked. Onika was in love with her. But, she hated how confusing she was. She never knew where she stood with her. Onika moved closer into the room and tucked her sketchbook away, knowing Beyoncé had been looking through it.

"It's going to sound weird," Beyoncé nibbled her lip looking down as Onika. She knew her words made little sense but she was afraid to explain. "Maybe you should film it the next time that you — you know..." she trailed off but the next words were obvious.

Onika scrunched up her face looking at Beyoncé for clarification she was hearing correctly. That was weird and wrong on so many levels. The room grew duller as a cloud passed by the window. Onika thought for sure it must be a joke, but Beyoncé didn't smile or laugh or say anything; she just sat nibbling her lip and bouncing her leg.

"What?" Nicki asked, hoping for an answer that wasn't as disgusting as this sounded. Maybe Beyoncé was testing her loyalty or trying to figure out her morals or something?

"It's kind of important. I have a plan - it's about him not you," was all Beyoncé's told her, her leg still restless against the bedsheets. Nicki muted the tv. Beyoncé was obviously being serious.

But, Nicki couldn't make sense of it all. She frowned and stared at Beyoncé, waiting for the older woman to say something more. Surely she didn't want to watch them together. This was a woman who only spoke about her husband to discuss scheduling. The last Nicki had heard about their marriage was that he wanted couples counselling and Beyoncé was refusing. The only perk of him, according to his wife, was that his job required him to be away sometimes. Beyoncé turned to gaze outside the window, looking away from Onikas confusion.

Nicki stared blankly awaiting an explanation. She was not about to just drop something like this. That was insane. But Beyoncé didn't speak. She just stared out of the window as Nicki took a seat on her bed. She could see Beyoncé's mind working as those big brown eyes avoided looking at her. Beyoncé clearly knew she hadn't answered the question, but, her jaw tightened and she remained silent.

"That's revenge porn Bey! It's literally a crime." Nicki finally exclaimed looking at her as if she was crazy. This seemed out of character. It was nice that she had returned to Onika after work but now Onika felt like it was just to ask her this question. Had she even wanted to spend time with her or was it just to get her to film a sextape?

Beyoncé sighed and rolled her eyes, finally looking at Nicki. "It's not for that, oh my god. Do you really think I care about embarrassing him on social media?" She scoffed as if the idea was ridiculous. The silence between them pressed on, as Nicki stared blankly. If it wasn't that then what was it? She relaxed a little knowing that Beyoncé wasn't planning to release a sextape and ruin her life.

"Then what is it?" Nicki asked now, more curious now than disgusted. Everything that she could think of sounded like a terrible idea, and was playing with fire. But she wasn't Beyoncé, and her mind didn't work the same way.

"You'll find out soon, I promise" Beyoncé sounded honest but Onika was still uncomfortable. Beyoncé tilted her head and rested a hand on her lap. "Do you trust me?" She asked, her glowing eyes burning into Nickis. She was beautiful, Onika thought, and she hesitated under her captivating gaze. She wanted everything to be simple again. She wanted to feel the connection they had shared last night, the orgasms that bought them closer, the words that felt honest. She almost felt like they were together in a relationship, as if Beyoncé was a balm to her loneliness.

"What's the plan, Beyoncé?" She asked through narrowed eyes. She rarely used her whole name but she had to this time. Onika could feel her own heartbeat in her chest. She didn't want to let Beyoncé down. She felt a pull to do whatever Beyoncé asked of her. But this was different. This had implications for her beyond making Beyoncé happy. Besides, it didn't make sense why she needed it.

"Uhn uhn Nika," Beyoncé's stressed. "Please will you do it?" She turned her charm on and looked up at Onika through soft eyelashes. Her eyes glimmered softly beneath the dim light and her voice was raspy and sugar coated as she spoke the words. Beyoncé looked into Onikas eyes as if she was reading a poem waiting for a response that would make her smile.

Onika nodded easily. She'd do it for her. She'd do anything for her "Okay." She spoke softly and Beyoncé kissed her. Whatever she wanted, Onika would do it.

Her timer sounded and she stood up, a little flustered. She had to take the pie out of the oven. Opening the oven door, she was immediately hit by the sweet scent of fresh spiced apples and warm sweet dough. She plated them up with vanilla ice cream and small spoons. When she returned, Beyoncé was immersed in a nature documentary. The volume was back on and the conversation moved on. Nicki gave her the plate and Beyoncé was her usual self, full of compliments about Nickis baking.

But, Nicki couldn't shake the unsettling tone of their previous conversation. Her eyes narrowed and she zoned out, wondering if this was a normal reaction to being cheated on — was Beyoncé planning to torture herself by watching her husband fuck another woman? That didn't seem like the type of thing she would do. But perhaps Nicki didn't know her as well as she thought she did.

Maybe she would be jealous of Nicki, wishing her husband would do the same things he did to her. Maybe she'd see the way he fucked Nicki and wonder why he never treated her in the same way. She had heard of wives trying to emulate their husband's mistress, seeing all the tricks she did and copying techniques. But Nicki did nothing with him, apart from lay back and moan when she was supposed to. It was the most lacklustre sex she could imagine. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was okay. But, if something so simple worked for Nicki why not for Beyoncé?

Beyoncé licked the spoon and Nicki gave her a mild smile. As sexy as she was, Nicki couldn't make casual conversation right now. Beyoncé started to talk about the sea and different types of whales, but Nicki couldn't stop herself from interrupting.

"Is there anything specific you want me to film? I don't know if I feel comfortable filming the whole thing." It was still on her mind. She had never made a sextape before. Sure, she'd taken nudes before but this was different. It was a different kind of intimacy. It made things feel real between him and her.

Beyoncé paused eyeing her gently, then she tucked a finger beneath Nickis chin turning away from the tv screen. "Babygirl, it's not for anything bad I promise" she said trying to reassure the younger woman. "It just needs to be clear that it's him having sex with another woman" she bit her lip at that last part and Nicki shrugged, since it was true.

"Okay" Nicki softened letting Beyoncé pull her close enough to smell the sweet scent of pie still on her breath. Their lips pressed together and Nicki felt light tingles shoot through her spine. Kissing Beyoncé always felt like this - as if she'd spent the day riding coasters and eating cotton candy. She could barely breathe beneath her touch.

"You hungry?" She asked pulling away. Neither of them had eaten an actual meal before the pie but Beyoncé shook her head, putting their plates on the bedside table. She would wake up early and wash them. She didn't want to leave a mess for the younger woman. After all, she'd been so generous.

"You know, you would make the perfect wife" Beyoncé giggled getting closer to Onika. This was Beyoncé's second night in her home, and everything felt perfect between them. She never wanted Beyoncé to leave as she felt Beyoncé press her lips to her skin.

The two still hadn't broached the topic of love. Beyoncé was trying to forget she had said anything and Nicki was doing her best to figure out if she meant it. She knew that love could look different on different people — Beyoncé's husband loved Beyoncé though he constantly cheated, she loved Beyoncé but was afraid to admit it. This could just be what love looked like for Beyoncé.

But if Beyoncé felt the same, why would she want her sleeping with her man? She didn't know whether she should trust Beyoncé's intentions, whether Beyoncé was even being completely honest. But when Beyoncé spoke, Onika believed her. What if Beyoncé was in love with them both? She sighed licking the Beyoncé on her lips and groaned slightly, pulling away from the married woman.

"Really?" She smiled as Beyoncé's lips sank into her neck. She breathed into the kisses, afraid to read too much into her words. She knew her words didn't necessarily mean anything - she wasn't asking to be her wife. But, Nicki she couldn't help wanting it to mean more. She couldn't help but hope Beyoncé would see something special in her beyond the bedroom and the friendship they'd formed.

"Why?" Her dimples popped as Beyoncé continued to trail kisses along her neck up towards her face until they both had their tongues inside of each other's mouths. Nicki knew she was in love with Beyoncé because she was perfectly satisfied with just kissing her. Being close to her in any way was all she needed.

Beyoncé pulled her close and began whispering answers to her question in between kisses."You're so pretty," a soft tender kiss. "You're always feeding me and you cook the best food," she kissed the smile Nicki couldn't hide from her face. "You're really passionate and smart" Beyoncé kissed her neck. "You smell so good right now" she paused inhaling the mixture of pie, perfume and pine oil from the diffuser. Her breath lightly passed over Nickis skin and her eyes darkened before her lips pressed into Nickis. "And you taste... so good," she spoke slightly under her breath sucking Nickis bottom lip into her mouth.

Nicki felt her inner thighs heat up. She was in heaven from the way Beyoncé complimented her, voice deep as her teeth lightly grazed Nickis bottom lip. Beyoncé's lips began to wander again, as she moved herself on top of Onika. She started to suck on Nickis sensitive spot just beneath her chin causing a fountain of moans to tumble from her lips. Beyoncé was her neck into a playground. It took everything in Onika to tell Beyoncé to stop. "Wait-" she breathed. Beyoncé was about to give her a hickey.

"Oh..." Beyoncé said instantly understanding. Onika couldn't have a hickey. If he noticed a hickey on Onika, he would know something was up.

Onikas eyes shone with shame. She didn't want to do this anymore. She wasn't a cheater but these people were turning her into one, having to think about being caught and what she was doing. Onika sighed. She couldn't do this for much longer.

"Sorry" Beyoncé's lips grazed her ear. "I got carried away," she tucked her lips cutely and Onika smiled. She watched her this time with unshakeable nerves but Beyoncé was quick to make her forget and kissed her again. She started to move lower on her body gently sucking hers skin until she reached her breasts which she took quickly into her mouth.

"Fuck" Nicki hissed as Beyoncé bit down. Her teeth were like fire against her sensitive nipples. Nicki ran a hand over Beyoncé's hair which was in a small bun. She loved how easily Beyoncé switched from looking done up to casual. It was sexy. Beyoncé was an expert at that.

"Do I touch you better than him?" Beyoncé asked as she lay Nicki back and quickly yanked her thong from her body. She was so skilled with her movements, Nicki didn't have time to think before Beyoncé plunged in head first to the centre of her body.

"Be-" she breathed getting cut off by her own moan. "Yes" she squealed as Beyoncé started licking. It seemed she knew exactly what to do, as she focused on Nickis clit, sucking it between her lips. You wouldn't believe this was only her third time eating pussy.

"Is this good?" Beyoncé spoke deeply as Nicki lay flat on the bed, her legs tensing around Beyoncé's face.

"Yes" Nicki moaned as Beyoncé's tongue moved expertly through her folds, slurping up her essence.

"Are you going to remember this?" Her voice was so deep and sexy, Nicki felt her body automatically reacting.

"Yes" she breathed.

"Think of me the next time he's fucking you" Beyoncé said and Nickis eyes flew open. She watched Beyoncé and their eyes met as she focused on her task.

"Okay" she gripped the sheets as she watched Beyoncé suck her clit into her mouth. Nicki was cursing and moaning as Beyoncé's tongue worked its magic. "Yes... yes" she moaned feeling the pressure move back towards her clit. Beyoncé was about to make her squirt and she gripped her head between her legs, gently thrusting against it.

Beyoncé no longer cared about breathing, face trapped between those thighs. She sucked and licked the fleshy nub, until Onika screamed louder. Beyoncé smirked making sure Nicki wouldn't forget this. Her tongue had successfully turned Nicki into her property. She licked her clit again pressing her fingers against her opening.

"Fuck, Beyoncé!" The words tumbled harshly from Nickis throat. Beyoncé was sending her into a sexual pleasure she'd never experienced before. She was coating the married womans face with her juices, while she listened to her fingers thrust against her juices.

Nicki shuddered, thrusting her hips up to be closer to Beyoncé. Her eyes rolled back and she began screaming cursing the stars and the moon.
"Fuck fuck fuck Beyoncé" she squealed as juices shot from her body and her legs shook uncontrollably.

Beyoncé breathed in to catch her breath and smirked at Nicki who's pleasure was rippling through her. She licked up as much of her essence as she could before Nicki pushed her away.

"You taste so good," Beyoncé planted a kiss on her temple as Nicki lay flat, sweating and breathing deeply.

"You said that" Nicki yawned as she listened to the words, still recovering from such an explosive orgasm. She hadn't known that Beyoncé had it in her and now she would never underestimate her again.

"Did I just—," she asked nibbling her lower lip, still recuperating from this experience.

"Yep" Beyoncé smirked, licking Onikas essence from her lips.

Nicki watched Beyoncé's excitement. She clearly wanted her to do it again. She giggled lightly through a yawn as Beyoncé was kissing all over her body again.

"You know," Onika started, sitting up against the bedhead and running a hand through her messy hair. "This isn't what I expected."

"What do you mean?" Beyoncé eyed her cautiously, watching the younger woman tilt her head back to stare at the ceiling as she flattened her tongue to run along Nickis nipple, instantly switching to the other one so she could feel the cool air whip across her body.

"I thought this was just some straight girl experimenting shit" She bit her lip, watching Beyoncé who was kissing her nipples again.

"It's not" Beyoncé said.

That was why she felt guilty for what she was planning to do.

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"I'm going to make him suffer" Beyoncé told Onika during their last night together. Beyoncé had been in her home for the past 2 nights and it had been lovely to be away from the pressures and constant reminders of her husband.

She hadn't realised how much she needed this - just to get away. To be somewhere she felt seen and respectful.

She was sat up, running a hand along Nickis naked back as Nickis head rested on her legs comfortably drifting in and out of sleep. There was something so peaceful about being there with Onika; an energy so pure, she wanted to release all of her secrets. She was almost annoyed that her husband would be back the next day. She didn't want to go home. She wanted to stay with Onika.

Nicki raised a brow at Beyoncé's harsh words, knowing how she was deep in thought. The room was warm enough to not need any blanket, but Onika insisted on the one that was covering Beyoncé's legs. She fixed it so it was mainly on her. Truthfully, she didn't care what Beyoncé did to her husband. She didn't know the man, outside of her relationship to him. That was probably the revenge that he deserved. But she did worry about how it could affect her. If Beyoncé's husband suffered did that mean she would also suffer?

"Bey" she whispered, ashamed of what she was about to say. She didn't want to defend him, especially not to his wife, and she hated to say what she knew Beyoncé didn't want to hear. But, Beyoncé still hadn't given Nicki a real way out of this. She didn't know what else to do. He was the one that had given her all of this. If it wasn't for that man, the two wouldn't even have met.

"I know you hate him," she paused to yawn before she continued. "But he was good to me..." she let her words trail off.

Beyoncé stiffened and let her hand rest in its position. She knew Nicki waa talking about more than just designer clothes and money. She had come to learn that Nicki was more than just a girl who was using her husband for money. He was good to her in some way that Beyoncé couldn't understand. Nicki felt some kind of loyalty towards the man and that made her uncomfortable.

"Oh?" She tensed, watching how Onikas eyes fluttered trying to stay open. She was still clearly tired.

"If it wasn't for him I'd still be homeless" she said through another yawn. Beyoncé knew she was fighting sleep to reply to her questions.

She had always known Onika had been through more than she'd shared. But Onika had never given her any details and Beyoncé hadn't asked. Until now she'd been trying her best to hold Onika at a distance and not get too close. But, Beyoncé hated that she had been through that. She wanted to know everything that happened and who was to blame for Nickis pain.

"I'm so sorry" Beyoncé spoke running a hand along her face. She hated to think of Onika unsafe and unstable. Onika adjusted her body and yawned again.

She wanted to ask for more details, but she was unsure if Nicki wanted to talk. Besides, she was clearly exhausted. Her eyes kept fluttering, ready to fall asleep. Beyoncé didn't want to stop her from getting some much needed rest so she let her sleep and watched her in amazement.

Nicki was so impressive to her. Beyoncé's mind drifted to the video she had asked for. This changed nothing, but she hoped that Nicki would remain unscathed.

The next morning, Beyoncé kissed her goodbye, holding onto her tighter than she usually would. She didn't want to leave her, to be alone again. She had a bad feeling. But, her husband had told her that he would be back later. She couldn't have him asking why she wasn't at home, or worse, walking in on Beyoncé with his mistress.

Beyoncé was waiting for new clients to get back to her. There had been an influx since she had finished with Taraji. She was proud of that one - it was the perfect home. She was almost jealous of Taraji and the way her home was just for her - no husband, no kids, not even a dog to consider.

She wondered about designing a home for Nicki and how the both of their styles would look together - Nickis art on the walls, some pink accents in the rooms. Beyoncé's favourite colour would match well with Onikas. She imagined an art studio just for Nicki to paint in, and the rooms they would share like the bedroom and the living space.

She knew Nickis style was more modern than hers, but her paintings were somehow the perfect balance between them both, seamlessly merging eras and beauty. That girl was so talented, she thought to herself. Then she scolded herself for thinking about living with Nicki when they were not even in a relationship.

Beyoncé's mind travelled to the guilty place, that she'd come to know intimately over the past weeks. She knew she had to leave Nicki alone, she had to focus on ending her marriage and moving on. Being with Nicki was an escape, but she couldn't escape forever. She couldn't uproot her whole life just because of some girl. That would be crazy, and besides the plan was already in motion.

When Beyoncé's husband returned, Beyoncé was fast asleep. He sighed, looking over as Beyoncé pretended to sleep. He climbed in beside her and she rolled quickly away. He knew they would never have this conversation. So did she. She didn't want to.

Days passed with the couple only exchanging pleasantries. It was like they were roommates trying to avoid each other. Beyoncé just didn't like him anymore, and he pined for her attention like a desperate little lapdog.

She walked downstairs to an empty kitchen, grabbing the leftovers out of the fridge. She enjoyed being home alone, there was a peacefulness about it. Though the home was vast, it was rare to have her own space. Which is why she didn't mind her husband's business trips at first. She noticed it was odd but she was happy to ignore it, besides she trusted him and didn't want to doubt him.

But the stupid motherfucker hadn't even lied well - it was all so obvious, like a trail of crumbs to follow. She noticed a new charge on his account - a hotel room he was paying for every week. He would come home and shower straight away without even looking at her. He told her it was work, but she knew he was lying. Beyoncé didn't feel the closeness she once had.

She knew he was cheating but she wanted it to be a lie. She hoped it was all just a set of coincidences. People had told her how hard marriage was, how men always cheat and how love was a cycle of endless forgiveness. But Beyoncé had rejected that. She had made him vow to be good to her. She'd said "I do" in a rush, because she believed and trusted him.

It wasn't so much the cheating that hurt, it was the lying. She had thought that they were best friends. She thought they would last. She thought that despite everything, he trusted her the way she had trusted him. But the past months had been filled with endless lies.

It wasn't long before Beyoncé received the video. She watched it over and over again. It made her feel sick to see Nicki like this, Beyoncé's husband thrusting into her as she lay back and moaned performatively. It looked so embarrassingly fake to her, the way Onika held her legs up into her chest as Beyoncé's husband pushed his length inside of her. She almost felt like she was watching porn, with the exaggerated moans and sex faces.

Onika glanced at the camera and a wave of guilt washed over Beyoncé - Onika was innocent in most of this. She was the mistress, she was the other woman, but it was clear that she didn't want to hurt anyone. She'd just been caught up in a bad situation.

Beyoncé wondered what was in Onika's mind as he fucked her. Did she really like him? Was the sex even good? Was it better with him than it was with her?

For a second she considered leaking the video herself - she'd send it to a bright eyed upcoming journalist, get them to expose this seedy affair. How long had this been going on? With the press coverage she could probably find out everything about it.

But the thought vanished quickly. She didn't want to expose it. All she truly wanted was to be free of her cheating husband and the woman he was seeing.

She wondered if her husband ever thought about her while his body was inside of another woman. Did images of her taunt him like ghosts while he thrust in Nicki so effortlessly? His ring stayed on while he fucked Onika - a symbol of their commitment witnessing its own betrayal. She hoped next time he would be haunted by images of her plotting to ruin his life.

She took a sip of her lemonade and wondered about Onika - if she ever thought about her. The last time Beyoncé tried to fuck him, she thought of Nicki and she couldn't do it. She had been horny and he was there. But as he moved closer, she couldn't help thinking of how she knew she would be disappointed and unsatisfied. She had never had that problem with Onika. She thought of Onikas softness and how it combined with her roughness. With Onika there were no rules, just bodies doing what felt good. Beyoncé remembered how Onika had spoken dirty, her accent being all she needed to hear. Their chemistry was undeniable.

And Beyoncé hadn't had sex with her husband since. It disgusted her to think of Onika touching her husband in that intimate way. The video ended and she quickly replayed it. She recoiled seeing how casual he acted, as if he wasn't cheating, like what he did was okay.

She watched Onikas head on his lap bobbing up and down and felt sick to her stomach. Somehow it seemed disgusting to think that those lips were on her pussy not long ago. She knew the thought was stupid but she hated her husband for even making it possible. She hated him for cheating, of course, but more than that she hated that he had picked Onika. Onika was all the things that Beyoncé wasn't - she was gentle and considerate and easy to talk to. She made everything feel light and Beyoncé made things feel heavy.

Her doorbell rang and she frowned not expecting anyone. She checked the ring app to see Kelly standing outside. When she opened the door her best friend held a disappointed expression on her usually bright face.

"You forgot didn't you?" The words flew from Kelly's face.

"Forgot what?" Beyoncé frowned. She couldn't remember making any plans.

"Michelle" Kelly prompted. Upon seeing Beyoncé's blank expression, she explained, "her engagement party."

Beyoncé's eyes widened. "That's today?" She asked, shock rushing through her body. How could she have forgotten? Sure, she'd been busy and had a lot on her mind but she couldn't have forgot something so important.

Kelly gave her a look, pushing past her and into Beyoncé's home with an eye roll. "Im so sorry Kells, I can't believe I forgot that. I thought it was next month." She said exasperated.

Kelly entered the kitchen, riffling through the cupboards as Beyoncé continued to express her disbelief at forgetting. She wasn't expecting to go out tonight, her husband would be home and she knew he wanted to talk. She had said that they could talk. She was about to check her calendar when the other woman in her home interrupted her.

"Bey, I'm just messing." Kelly laughed to herself. Beyoncé let out a sigh of relief and playfully shoved her friend for being annoying.

"We did have plans for last week, but I figured you were busy when you didn't text me" Kelly made herself comfortable on the leather sofa, pressing the button to bring the footrest up.

"Shit! I'm sorry" Beyoncé gave her an apologetic look. That was the day she spent with Nicki. "I've just been so busy..." she caught herself and trailed off but Kelly knew her too well.

"How's that husband of yours?" she asked raising a brow.

Beyoncé paused for a moment, thinking about the video she was waiting on. "He's still a whore," she rolled her eyes and Kelly scoffed. Beyoncé sat to the side of Kelly, resting a hand on her own thigh. They hadn't spoken about Beyoncé's plan since it had first been mentioned.

Beyoncé had been avoiding bringing it up, knowing it would only lead to doubt. She'd been distracted, though, thinking about Onika. How did she manage to look so beautiful and untouchable, despite her tumultuous lifestyle? She couldn't help but admire her strength in everything, wishing she could protect her. But, that wasn't her job... was it?

Onika was just a friend. Besides, she was just using her... Beyoncé only knew Onika because she was sleeping with her husband. She was supposed to be angry at her. But she wasn't anymore. How could she blame her for his actions? Beyoncé didn't hate her, she couldn't if she wanted to. She remembered how she looked on that hotel balcony, so fascinating to watch her as she smoked and passed the blunt. Nickis light makeup had been something of a mask for her true emotions, but it did nothing to hide the beauty behind them - only amplified her looks and added a different texture. She knew that as soon as Nicki had opened her mouth. This woman had more to offer than she thought.

"So, you're really gonna to leave him?" Kelly asked, snapping her out of her thoughts as she sipped her drink casually. She watched Beyoncé intently, searching for answers to questions she hadn't yet verbalised.

"Yep," Beyoncé responded quickly and truthfully. Their friendship was built on decades of trust and support, and Kelly couldn't help doubting her friend's intentions. Leaving him was the obvious thing to do, but Beyoncé was not that type of person. She was traditional and believed in things like the sanctity of marriage. She also liked the safety of being in a relationship where she didn't have to worry about turning anyone down, or think about things like dating, and best of all she didn't have to consider disappointing her mother.

"I'm just glad it's gonna be over. I'm sick of sharing a life with him" she felt like she had been on autopilot for months. She went from finding out he was cheating to just going through the motions, trying to ignore her real feelings of disgust, betrayal, and heartbreak. She loved him so much, but it had long since morphed into a type hatred.

"What?" Beyoncé asked sensing the doubt in Kellys expression.

"Nothing," Kelly shrugged but she was curious about the other thing. A small smile played on her lips before she decided to ask her question. "What about that girl? Y'all still...?"

Beyoncé was shy and silent for a moment before she nodded, biting her lip. Her face lit up thinking of Onika, as much as she tried not to blush. "Yeah, we're still... doing our thing." She smirked watching Kellys mouth make an o shape and her eyebrows raise.

"Shit! You fucked her?!" Kelly exclaimed. "I knew you were gay! Okay lesbeyonce" Kelly dragged out the words and raised her glass as if to cheers. She was both shocked and proud of Beyoncé for actually taking things further with Onika. She could tell Beyoncé truly liked her, but she wasn't sure if it was romantic. She was just glad her best friend was exploring things that weren't her ugly husband.

The marimba ringtone cut Beyoncé's embarrassment and she pulled out her phone to see who was calling. Her grin widened as she silenced the call, texting Onika to say she'd call her later. Nicki was used to calling her during her lunch, but she wouldn't be mad if she knew Beyoncé had company.

Kelly watched Beyoncé, "I'm really glad Bey, you can finally be a lesbian." She fake cheered and Beyoncé rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Seriously though, are you just gonna cut her off when you're done?" She asked referring to her plan and Beyoncé simply shrugged.

"What else would I do? She's pretty much just a hoe" Beyoncé shrugged looking away.

Kelly glanced over and squinted at Beyoncé. Kelly knew she was hurting from her husband, but that comment felt very out of character for Beyoncé. "It seemed like you liked her though"

"I did— I do— but..." Beyoncé shook her head. "It's complicated.—"

This was Beyoncé's first experience outside of her husband, so of course she was excited about everything. Even Onika understood that Beyoncé was only curious about her, and not much more. Beyonce's leg shook as she sipped her glass.

"Mm if you say so" Kelly didn't believe her for a second. There was a light in her eyes when she spoke about Onika, one that never appeared when she spoke of her husband. Beyoncé leaned over to grab some of Kellys chips and Kelly jerked away from her, tugging the bag from her grasp.

"Uhn uhn this is payback for them pancakes you ate last month"

Beyoncé frowned and then burst out laughing. Even though she was serious, Beyoncé found it hilarious. Holding onto something so insignificant was crazy. Kelly laughed too - a little too much.

"Are you high?" Beyoncé asked, eyes widening again. It had been years since the two had smoked together. They hadn't since college. And Beyoncé's last time smoking, she'd ended up half naked with a stranger. A smirk appeared on Kellys face and she went into her bag, pulling out a packet of what looked like exciting candy.

"Here take one." Kelly offered the packet to Beyoncé. "Don't eat more than one, I don't trust you like that"

Beyoncé rolled her eyes and reached into the bag. She thought about taking two or three, how bad could these tiny gummies be? But, she knew enough to know she'd probably lose it if she did. Instead she ate one and nibbled half of another one.

"You know it's my last day next week," Kelly sighed looking around at the art on the walls.

Beyoncé's face brightened. "I'm so proud of you Kells, finally chasing your dream!" She knew Kelly was terrified but she also knew this was a good move. She would finally be her own boss, calling the shots, and not being subjected to the whims of other people.

Kelly was a brilliant journalist and Beyoncé had watched her grow and learn in that company, then noticed the moment it all seemed to stop. It seemed like Kelly had hit a ceiling. Despite her qualifications and insane amount of talent, her workplace felt she was moving too fast. She needed more experience, needed to spend more time learning, all of these excuses piled up as reasons to stop promoting her and giving her opportunities.

"I just hope it works out" Kelly shrugged. She was not looking forward to being on her own.

"Sometimes stepping out is the best move you can make for yourself" Beyoncé was suddenly wise beyond her years, speaking to Kelly as if she knew what the future held. But she had also gone a similar route, starting her own interior design business which was becoming pretty popular.

"Not everyone's you" Kelly raised a brow. She didn't have the backup plans and resources behind her that Beyoncé had. Having a company behind her gave her a safety net.

"Exactly! You're Kelly" Beyoncé knew her best friend and she was amazing. Kelly could've been an incredible actress and singer if she wanted. She could do anything. Beyoncé had seen that power in her as a child, when they both had dreamed of being astronauts - two little girls building rockets out of play-dough. Kelly was the person she knew could do anything, and Beyoncé refused to let her dim her light. "You're going to be amazing and if you need anything, which you won't, I'm always here. You know I got you"

Kelly pulled her into a hug. She loved her best friend for always having faith in her. "I love you Bey. Seriously, I mean it," it meant the world to have Beyoncé in her corner.

Beyoncé smiled and pulled her closer, then the two spent the rest of the day laughing and talking about people they both knew.

"You didn't tell me you ran into Chelles man the other day! What was that like?" Beyoncé asked Kelly. Michelle had gotten engaged to a man they'd met a couple of times. But each time had been different.

Kelly laughed, remembering that interaction. "You know how he is." Kelly laughed even louder. "I know Michelle is into different but that man is quirky"

Beyoncé laughed and the two continued talking. They put on adult cartoons and laughed as if the jokes were hilarious. Eventually they both lay on the sofa, high and wrapped up in each others laughter.

"Hi" Beyoncé's husband entered the room. They both glanced up with the same expression and gave him the most unenthusiastic greeting.

He gulped and made his way upstairs. He couldn't understand Beyoncé's resentment. She didn't really want to spend time with him anymore. He didn't feel loved but now she didn't feel valued.

When Kelly finally left, it was close to midnight. She didn't want to go to bed, and be near to her husband. She thought of things to do - any distractions. Then as if she'd read her mind, her phone began ringing.

"Nika?" Beyoncé questioned seeing Nickis frazzled expression appear on her screen. It was late and she knew Beyoncé was with her husband. FaceTiming her like this was extremely unusual.

"Hm" Onika sighed, her eyes darting from the phone. "You okay Beyoncé?" She asked causing Beyoncé to squint.

Beyoncé was immediately concerned. She cared for Onika and could tell that Onika had grown attached to her, which is why she felt guilty for making her do that video. She sat down on and crossed her legs, watching the screen carefully. "Yes, What's going on?" She asked getting to the point.

Onika looked nervously around the room before she spoke quietly. "Okay, so, I don't know how to say this, so I'm just gonna say it. Ummm... so I checked my phone, and that uh video..." she cringed. "It said it had been shared with someone else. It was sent it to some random number. I didn't recognize it and they haven't answered me when I called." Onika explained, tears forming in her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest, afraid of what Beyoncé might do. She loved her too much to lose her now.

Beyoncés paused, shock washing over her. Her face contorted into a frown, her jaw set with confusion and anger. She looked up, tucking her lips as she ran a hand over her face. "Send me the number" Beyoncé demanded. She examined the number Nicki sent and didn't recognise it. "Who could have done that? Do you know?" She demanded, trying to maintain control of her emotions. There was so much at stake - they both had reputations in this city. Even her husbands profile had risen since marrying Beyoncé. It seemed everyone knew of her except for Onika.

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Nicki woke up to an endless buzzing of her phone. It had been going for a while before she decided to check what was going on. She frowned groggily, tapping the phone. The bright light in her face caused her to squint as she finally was able to open the phone to see what was going on.

The last time her phone had blown up like this, she'd been selling pussy. She looked and saw herself plastered all over social media. Her phone wouldn't stop buzzing every second with a new tweet, text or news article. There was picture after picture of her she recognised as clips from the sextape. She felt sick as the notifications kept pouring in, phone chime after chime. Every second there was another. All of these people had seen her having sex.

Her body involuntarily began to shake. She was sweating all over as she read these comments. People attacked her, she was a gold digger, a worthless whore, a piece of shit, a selfish homewrecker; the type of woman who every woman should hate. She was the worst type of woman according to social media. Even those who defended her were calling her a hoe. Her heart began to race and she struggled to breathe. She felt sick reading and looking at all this.

How many people had seen her completely exposed? How many had shared the link? Tears threatened her eyes as the phone slipped from her hands. She stared unblinkingly, unable to fully comprehend the reality of the situation. What was she supposed to do? Her phone was ringing, vibrating against the floor. The cold air from the open window felt harsh against her skin. Nothing had ever felt like this. She closed her eyes, feeling the panic rise within her.

Then she heard knocking. It scared her, and she jumped, but it snapped her out of the panic she felt. She swallowed roughly wiping her face and crept to see who was behind the door. For a moment, her heart sank as she thought of one these people had discovered where she lived. What would she do? It could be anyone. She sighed languidly not knowing what to do. Fearfully, she looked through the peephole, and released a breath when she saw it was Beyoncé.

"This is so messed up," Beyoncé growled barging into her home, heels clacking against the floor. "We need to find out who did this. We need to stop this." Her hands were shaking, as she tossed her jacket and made her way to Onikas sofa. "I'll get rid of the video. I'll make sure no one sees it." She spoke as Onika caught up to the woman pacing around her home.

"I-I think it might be too late for that" Nicki rasped, swallowing the newest lump that formed in her throat. She trembled as she showed Beyoncé a screenshot of the video on TMZ. She was so close to having another panic attack. The phone slipped from her hands and into Beyoncé's.

"My life is over," she said trembling as Beyoncé gripped the phone tighter in her own hand. She couldn't help feeling like all this was her fault. She had been the one to ask Onika to film herself. A tear rolled down Onika's cheek as she looked through some of the comments on her phone.

It was supposed to be just Beyoncé's lawyers who saw this video. She hadn't planned for it to go any further. How had anyone else managed to get a hold of it? She looked at Onika and placed an arm around her. She still hadn't stopped trembling and Beyoncé instantly felt a surge of guilt go over her.

"No, it isn't," Beyoncé insisted wiping a tear from Onika's face.

Nicki was barely crying, still struggling to breathe as she told Beyoncé some of the things she'd read. "Kys, hoe, slut, gold digger, stupid bitch—"

Beyoncé snatched the phone throwing it. "Stop," she commanded. "I know it hurts" she said in a moment of understanding. She didn't want Nicki to be going through this, especially when she had no idea how to fix it. Nicki didn't deserve any of this. She was just a woman who made a mistake, and Beyoncé didn't need people mad at Nicki on her behalf, especially when they didn't know the full story.

He was the one who should be getting the blame. He was the one who cheated. He broke her heart.

Beyoncé took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. This was happening, right here, right now. And there was nothing she could do to change it. Sure, it might help with her divorce, but she didn't care about that right now. What she cared about was the panicked girl in front of her, crying as though her life was ruined. She had always respected Nicki, no matter what. She respected that Nicki was honest with her. She respected that Nicki was just herself. She respected that Nicki had never intruded on her life.

It would be easy to tell if Nicki had googled her. She was on the Forbes list and most of Houston knew of her - the richest woman in the state. But, Nicki had never thought to look. She just liked Beyoncé.

Nicki finding out who she'd been sleeping with was overshadowed by her sextape leaking. She didn't really care who they were. All she cared about was the money from him and the company Beyoncé gave her. Besides, if she thought about it too much she'd feel even more guilty. The man had been spending Beyoncé's money on Onika. Up until now, Onika had just assumed that he was rich from his own job. But that was Beyoncé's money. Everything about him was attached to her. And Beyoncé couldn't wait to legally sever that bond.

Beyoncé stroked Nickis hair and pulled her close, holding her tightly. "It's going to be okay," she soothed, her voice cracking slightly. "I'm going to fix this." She insisted and Onika nestled into her. If the situation hadn't been so dire Onika would've actually believed her. But she couldn't understand how Beyoncé could help. Besides, why would she even want to help her?

"How?" Nicki sniffled, pulling away slightly from her embrace. "Everyone's seen it. They all think I'm some kind of slut and homewrecker." She cried imagining the search results on her name. She hadn't even started her career yet, but now her name would be synonymous with this. She was the girl dumb enough to make a sextape with a married man. She felt so disgusting and ashamed of herself.

"No, we can fix this," Beyoncé insisted wiping another tear from Onika's face. "I'm sorry for everything" Beyoncé said hesitantly. She meant every word and Nicki could sense that. Beyoncé felt guilty for calling Onika a hoe to her friend. Onika was a person, a person she actually liked. And there was no excuse seeing the pain it caused her.

"I'll protect you. We can find a way through this." Beyoncé's eyes flashed defiantly, determination unwavering. Onika looked in her eyes and she almost believed her. That Beyoncé could make all the bad things vanish.

Eyes wet and stained red from the tears, she whispered the words "thank you" and Beyoncé felt her body relax against her, the sobs becoming softer, and the trembling subsiding. She gently stroked Nicki's hair, whispering comforting words, and assuring her that everything would be alright. In that moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them, wrapped in their embrace, cocooned from the chaos that surrounded them.

"I promise," Beyoncé whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'll do everything in my power to protect you."

Onika nodded, her grip tightening around Beyoncé's waist. The warmth of her touch and the reassurance in her voice gave her a sense of safety and comfort that she hadn't felt in a long time.

"I'm gonna find out who did this" Beyoncé mused aloud, scanning through a list of names on her phone. "Who else had the video?"

"It was just you and him," Nicki sniffed. "He thought it was hot. It was easier to make it if he knew about it"

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. Had her husband done this? "No. He wouldn't go this far," she shook her head, her voice dismissive. Even he wouldn't do something so stupid. Besides, the video had been shared with someone else.

She looked at her own phone and declined the call. He was calling her once again, likely to apologise. She rolled her eyes, pressing the red button and turning her notifications from him off. She didn't want to hear his lies and bullshit. She narrowed her eyes and they sat in silence for a brief moment, allowing their thoughts to mingle in the air between them.

"What if it's someone close to you?" Nicki ventured, her words barely audible. She wondered for a moment if Beyoncé had leaked it. Why else had she wanted them to record it? After all, she was the one who was least hurt by this.

But the way Beyoncé held her as this was happening was enough to let her know that it wasn't Beyoncé. Beyoncé seemed genuinely shocked that this had happened. She wanted to protect Nicki. This hadn't been her plan.

As the afternoon sun cast a golden glow on the cozy living room, Beyoncé's phone buzzed with messages from her friends and colleagues. The news of the leaked video had spread like wildfire, igniting gossip circles and sparking heated debates online. However, despite the constant stream of notifications, Beyoncé remained focused on the task at hand—taking care of Nicki. She paid no attention to the outside world. It was just her and Nicki together in this moment. As they sat together, the tension between them grew thicker, their bodies pressed close in an attempt to seek safety in each other's arms.

Beyoncé gently wiped away the tears that streaked down Nicki's cheeks, her touch soft and soothing. As Beyoncé held her, she felt a surge of protectiveness, and a deep longing to protect Onika her from the judgement she knew was coming. Nicki felt like her career was over - she'd always be seen as that stupid girl who fucked Beyoncé's husband.

"I'm here for you," Beyoncé whispered, her voice a comforting deep murmur. "No matter what happens, I'll be here." And she meant those words as she spoke them softly into Nickis ear.

Nicki's trembling eased once again, and she nestled closer to Beyoncé, feeling into her warm caress. The two women remained silent for a moment, their bodies pressed tightly, hearts beating in sync.

"Baby..." Nicki ventured, her fingers tapping each other in an attempt to calm herself down. She turned slightly to face Beyoncé, her eyes hesitant as she met Beyoncé's eyes.

"Yeah?" Beyoncé questioned. She loved when Nicki called her that. Her voice was warm and soft even in times of distress.

"I'm sorry for— you know..." she sniffled. "I knew he was married, I never should've—"

"Shhhh," Beyoncé felt a strong desire for Nicki, a burning need to comfort her in a deeper, more complete way. It wasn't her fault. She wasn't the one who had cheated. She gently cupped Nicki's face, her thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. She had never been so nervous in her entire life - something about this moment felt more real than before.

Her skin pressed against Onika's as she spoke. "I want to take care of you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Forget him. I want you to be okay." Her eyes were honest and open, in a way Nicki hadn't seen before.

Nicki gazed up at Beyoncé, her eyes brimming with gratitude and a hint of vulnerability. "Thank you, baby," she croaked, her voice strained. "I love you, you know" Her gaze lingered on Beyoncé's face, her eyes full of a mixture of admiration and affection.

Beyoncé swallowed nervously, her heart hammering in her chest. Her hand rested on Nicki's thigh, fingers trailing along the soft skin. Their faces were inches apart, breathing thick and heavy between the two. Beyoncé hesitated, her eyes locked onto Nicki's pleading gaze. She swallowed thickly, her pulse quickening.

"Onika," Beyoncé breathed, her voice quivering with anticipation. She pressed her body flush against Nickis until their lips were brushing softly as they breathed heavily. Nicki gulped, her eyes widening slightly at the prospect of what was to come. Her heart raced in her chest, adrenaline pumping through her veins and looked deeply into Beyoncé's eyes, accepting the moment for what it was - a tender intimacy and acceptance of how they felt.

"I love you too." Beyoncé traced her fingertips along Nicki's neck, trailing delicate kisses as she moved lower until eventually she was taking off her clothes.

Nicki gasped softly, her breath quickening as Beyoncé slowly undressed her. She kissed her thighs, trailing closer, leaving a trail of heat in her wake. Each caress caused a shiver to run through her body, as Beyoncé traced patterns with her fingertips.

"Baby," Nicki moaned softly, arching her back as Beyoncé kissed against her navel. She sucked gently, teasing Nicki with her tongue. Nicki shivered, biting her lip to stifle further noises. Then Beyoncé moved closer and ran her tongue along the outer edge of Nicki's labia, delicately kissing and sucking on each delicate fold. She teased Nicki, nibbling on her sensitive flesh causing the younger woman to groan in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck Beyoncé," Nicki cried, her hips bucking involuntarily. Beyoncé chuckled, her voice vibrating against Nicki's damp skin.

"Say it, Nika," she purred, her tongue running along Nicki's wet skin. "Tell me what you want."

Nicki whimpered, her lust-filled eyes locked onto Beyoncé's face. "Make me yours."

Beyoncé smiled, her fingers tracing the outline of Nicki's moist opening. "Are you ready?"

"Yes... please," Nicki pleaded, her breaths coming faster and heavier. The scent of sweat mixed with perfume intoxicated Nicki, making her feel hot and heavy beneath Beyoncé's attentive touches. "I need you inside me."

Beyoncé positioned herself above Nicki, her fingers grazing the entrance to her wet core. With a swift motion, she slid her index finger inside Nicki, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure. Nicki arched her back, her muscles tensing underneath Beyoncé's weight.

"Please," Nicki whimpered, her voice hoarse with lust. "More."

Beyoncé obliged, adding another finger. She pushed them in, letting Nickis juices coat her. She wondered if this was just a distraction from life, but she knew that this meant more than that. She thrust in and out, gradually increasing the speed as Nicki moaned loudly, her body writhing beneath Beyoncé's touch.

"Harder," Nicki begged, her voice husky with passion. Each stroke brought her closer and closer to ecstasy. She craved more. Her eyes were glued to Beyoncé's face, watching her intently as she worked her magic. "Please, fuck me harder."

Beyoncé grinned mischievously, her fingers sliding in and out of Nicki's slickness at a frenzied pace. She added another finger, doing her best to thrust as hard as she could into the younger woman. This was what Nicki needed right now.

She leaned down, capturing Nicki's lips in a passionate kiss and explored her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her hunger. The taste of desperation and lust was addicting, driving Beyoncé to explore. She wanted to discover every single part of Nicki's body.

"I need you," Beyoncé whispered against Nicki's lips, her breath warm and intoxicating. Her voice thick with desire. Nicki nodded and reached out, grasping Beyoncé's arm, pulling her closer. Her fingers curled around Beyoncé's wrist, urging her to go deeper.

"Please, Oh God yes!" Nicki cried, her voice reaching a fever pitch. "Don't stop, baby. Don't stop please."

Beyoncé's heart raced with anticipation, her movements gaining momentum. She plunged her fingers deeper inside Nicki, reveling in the sensation of her tight, wet folds surrounding her fingers. Her moans were so beautiful.

Nicki's body arched, her moans echoing in the silence of the room. Each thrust sent shivers down Beyoncé's spine, and she felt a stirring deep within her. She wanted to feel Nicki's arousal, to experience the passion that burned within her.

"Oh," Nicki whimpered, her voice cracking with need.

Her plea was music to Beyoncé's ears, and she eagerly complied. She removed her fingers, and replaced them with her tongue. Nicki let out a soft moan, her desire growing stronger with each passing second.

Nicki's eyes slammed shut as Beyoncé's tongue delved into her wet folds, tasting her essence. She lapped at her clit, swirling her tongue around it, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Nicki's body. A knock on the door went ignored.

"Oh," Nicki moaned, her voice thin with lust. "That feels so good."

Beyoncé smiled, her lips wet and glistening with Nicki's juices. She wanted to make her feel good, to bring her pleasure in a way that no one else could. She wanted to show her just how much she cared, and how much she wanted her.

Her tongue danced around Nicki's clit, flicking it gently as she licked her inner thighs. Nicki's moans grew louder, her body trembling with anticipation. Each lick and suck from Beyoncé's lips and tongue felt like a direct hit to her sweet spot. She felt herself getting wetter, her body yearning for a release that seemed just beyond reach.

"Oh, baby," Nicki whimpered, her voice breaking with passion. "Please, don't stop."

Nicki's voice was barely a whisper, her eyes locked on Beyoncé's face. "I need you."

Beyoncé's heart raced, her pulse throbbing in her veins. She knew that she had to act quickly. She had never felt this way before, but something about Nicki made her feel alive, like she was finally able to express her true desires.

As she continued to explore Nicki's body, she didn't notice the door slowly creaking open. A shadow loomed in the doorway, and a familiar voice echoed through the room.

"What the fuck is this?"

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Beyoncé froze, her heart sinking. This was was the moment she had been dreading. She hadn't expected him to ever find out about her and Onika. How would she explain that it wasn't what it looked like? It was exactly what it looked like.

She was having sex with someone else. Someone he was also having sex with.

His eyes bore into her, full of accusation and betrayal. He didn't know what to think, would the woman he loved really do this to him? His presence loomed large in the doorway deep eyes full of flames as he watched them. Nicki seemed to scramble, trying to find clothes as he opened his mouth to speak again.

"What the fuck?" He repeated. His voice was colder now - more threatening than before, his presence casting a shadow over the two women.

Beyoncé stayed frozen. This was her husband. She hesitated, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She knew that she had to speak to him, explain the situation.

She wasn't cheating. She wasn't doing anything. Or maybe she was? She was cheating back. But this was the man who had hurt her more than anything. He had cheated first. He was in the wrong.

Her husband yelled again, his voice rising in volume. While Beyoncé stood still, her brain trying to decide on the best course of action.

She knew words would not be enough to appease him. Besides, she couldn't think of a convincing enough lie. She thought about the truth, running through scenarios in her mind. Whilst Nickis heart pounded even louder in her chest, a whirlwind of nerves churning inside of her.

Shock and fear surged through her veins, overwhelming her senses as she gaped at Beyoncé. Nicki was just a visitor to their marriage, a woman who had accidentally got caught up in an affair... or two. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of both disbelief and fear.

Then Beyoncé's eyes fell on her, silently asking for her to fix this. But, what was Nicki supposed to do? She couldn't do anything. She couldn't fix this. She watched the man's eyes burn into his wife, and Beyoncé faltered under his intense scrutiny. He looked at her in a way he never had before. Her confidence fell and tears pricked at her eyes.

But only for a moment, then she stiffened and her mask returned. She hated this man but Onika had made her promise - Beyoncé wouldn't tell him anything. Her heart pounded increasingly fast as she exchanged a desperate glance with Nicki.

"Uh," Nicki started, jumping to speak in Beyoncé's silence. Her voice was weak but she had to help Beyoncé. That was the least she could do.
"I can explain," Nicki said, her eyes darting up to his face, then back towards Beyoncé. It sounded just as pathetic as it felt and Beyoncé's heart sank at the words.

"Shut up," he dismissed her so easily. She cringed at the way he spoke to her, as if she was nothing but an inconvenience.

But, the man didn't want to hear from her - he wanted to hear from his wife, Beyoncé, the woman he married, the woman he loved. The woman who owed him loyalty.

He crossed his thick arms over his chest, as his jaw stiffened and he nodded to Beyoncé. He looked at her with a mixture of pain and anger, as if pleading for his eyes to be playing tricks on him. His wife in bed with that whore? Of all people, she was with Onika. He could forgive Beyoncé cheating, but this was deeper. He knew it was. Who fucks their husbands mistress?

"BEYONCÉ!" He yelled, startling her.

Beyoncé blinked faster, her thoughts racing ahead of her. Her mind flitted through possible explanations, searching for a plausible lie that could salvage this. She and his mistress were naked together. Any explanation would sound completely insane.

Her husband just stared. He still couldn't believe what he was seeing was real. This was Beyoncé after all, his wife, who he loved more than anything in this world. She wouldn't do this, she wouldn't treat him like that. Perhaps it was a bad dream or a terrible prank. He just needed her to speak then this would all make sense.

Beyoncé trembled, trying to gather the strength to address her husband honestly before she spoke, "I want a divorce." Her voice cracked and suddenly he knew what he was seeing was real.

"Fuck" he slammed his fist against the door. His heart shattered along with his pride. He knew Beyoncé would be mad at his cheating, but he honestly didn't think she would care enough to notice. The woman barely noticed when he did anything.

But they were supposed to be stronger than that. Beyoncé had cheated? As if their marriage meant nothing? His mind was racing as he watched her scramble to pull some clothes on. For once he didn't care to see her naked. He just wanted to hurt her the way she'd hurt him.

"Why?" He grit his teeth, almost grinding them. He waited for the punchline, waited to wake up. He didn't want to believe she was sick enough to sleep with Nicki. He felt at once, disgusted by them both. What kind of wife sleeps with the mistress? What kind of wife goes and does this? His eyes burned with hurt and anger.

"What do you mean why? You cheated on me for months. Why wouldn't I?" She yelled, her face hot as she glared at the man.

For months she'd kept these emotions inside, trying her best not to kill him in his sleep. She had plotted meticulous revenge schemes, from fucking his mother in their bed to actual murder. Her heartbeat slowed as he puffed out his chest. She was far from intimidated. She was angry.

"You think you don't hurt me? You think I don't have a reason for this," He stressed as if she was being unreasonable. "You didn't have to go and fuck the hoe as well."

Nickis heart sank as his choice of words stung her. She knew, to him, she was just a hoe. Someone to fuck when he didn't want his wife. Still, the words sliced like knives through her chest. She wondered why he was there in the first place, whether he was really there to yell at her about the video.

Beyoncé just rolled her eyes at the comment. She was still half naked and didn't care what he said. But Nicki wished she would've said something. Something to defend who she was. Who did they both think they were? Both of them wanted to fuck her and now they wanted to act like she was just a hoe throwing herself at them. Besides she knew Beyoncé actually liked her. Even if it was just a friendship.

"We we can talk about this baby—"

"Don't call me that" Beyoncé immediately interrupted resisting the urge to throw up. The way he said "baby" was like nails scraping her skull. She hated his deep voice, and even more so his presence. Why was he here making things difficult?

"So? What? You're a lesbian now?!" He almost scoffed as he looked over at and through Nicki. If Beyoncé would stoop so low, what else was she doing? His brows knit together and Nicki felt herself shrink as he projected his disgust onto her. The comments from social media flashed through her mind. Maybe she was just a worthless whore.

"So what if I am?" Beyoncé found herself yelling at him, "at least she makes me cum." She was unashamed and rageful now, finally able to release her emotions. She screamed at him, veins bulging beneath her skin.

"What the fuck?" He yelled louder, angrier now. "What do you think marriage is Beyoncé? You're supposed to forgive me. What about our vows?" His nails pressed into the palm of his fist. He couldn't believe that she would cheat on him.

"You must've lost your mind" Beyoncé spat, almost bewildered by his words. Forgiveness was for accidents and small things like leaving the toilet seat up. He hadn't accidentally put his dick inside of another woman repeatedly. "You've been fucking her for months and coming home to me like it's nothing, lying about where you are, telling her about all your problems with me, spending my money-"

"I'm sorry" he sighed, trying to loosen his anger, as Nicki zipped her hoodie up. She needed to get out of there. These people were about to kill each other and she did not want the police looking for her.

"Don't give that innocent bullshit!" Beyoncé yelled. "I saw how you played your games, how you played all those girls; but you never did that to me until now! What is this?"

Her face was red now, anger pouring from her eyes. She didn't mention how he'd been spending money the past months, how things had gone missing, how these numbers didn't add up.

"Beyoncé," he yelled. "She doesn't matter. I don't care about her, I care about you." He spoke trying to salvage his marriage.

"You cheated on me for nothing?" Beyoncé could feel the liquid dripping down her face now, pooling beneath her eyes as she yelled. She watched her husbands eyes fixed on her. His posture was rigid, his jaw clenched tightly. He was seething with rage, his fists balled up at his sides.

"Beyoncé just let me—"

"Explain? No. I've seen it on video. You're disgusting" She spat and Onika recoiled. She had never seen either of them like this. She didn't even think Beyoncé was capable of shouting.

Onika backed up nervously. She needed to get away from these people. They were screaming in the middle of her home, about vows, about cheating, about lying, and hating each other. They didn't even notice her as they yelled back and forth. This was a real marriage disintegrating before her.

"Yo you were just doing the same shit with this bitch!" As the words left his mouth Beyoncé's entire body twitched. Nicki looked down, used to being treated like this. She just wished Beyoncé would stick up for her.

"That's revenge" Beyoncé pointed out, even toned as she narrowed her eyes.

"So what? You just fucking any dirty hoe now?" he growled remembering the hickey he had seen on her weeks ago. Was that from Onika or someone else? He'd thought it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Of course Beyoncé wasn't fucking another man.

Nicki quivered. She felt like shit. This man was acting like she was nothing, as if she hadn't cared for him. What was he trying to say about her? He had spent months having sex with her and the last time she checked Beyoncé "loved her" but wouldn't defend her. She hated them both. This shouldn't be happening. Maybe she was just as worthless as the internet said.

"Fuck both of you," she yelled slamming the door behind her.

Onika made her way out of the apartment, a mean mug stuck on her face to prevent herself from crying from how painful it all felt. She was silent as she marched, thinking to herself.

Everything about this life was going up in flames, and all she could do was watch it burn. She tried to pretend everything was normal - not thinking of the potential crime scene in her apartment. She had never seen that man so angry, and Beyoncé was crying - full of anger and tears. Sure, Beyoncé could be sensitive, but this seemed out of character.

She wanted to disappear. It was Beyoncé who hurt her the most. She had trusted Beyoncé. Even if it was just friendship, you don't let people talk about your friends like that. This man meant nothing outside of his money, and she'd lost respect for him when she found out where it came from.

"Don't talk about her like that" Beyoncé defended shocking herself and her husband. Onika meant something to her, she hadn't quite figured out what but she knew the way she felt was more than she let on. "Besides you started it"

"She could have any disease. Who knows what she's been doing?" his expression snarled, trying to snap some sense into his cheating wife.

"So could you" Beyoncé's voice was surprisingly calm, despite the fury she felt inside. She didn't owe this man anything, not even her anger. "You don't get to decide who I love or how I love them".

Her husband scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Love? You think you love her? You just want to get back at me."

Beyoncé shook her head and wiped the tears from her eyes, "If you think this is just some revenge scheme, then you never really knew me at all."

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In the days that followed, Beyoncé poured herself into her work. It was something to focus on that wasn't Onika, who hadn't spoken to her in days. She didn't know anything about where the younger woman was, what she was doing or how she felt. The last time Beyoncé had seen her, Onika had been fighting back tears and slamming doors.

She swallowed and shoved those thoughts from her mind as her heels clacked against the office flooring. Her heartbeat raced as she looked around the building. She couldn't believe this was actually happening, after months of thinking it through and planning, now she was here ready to uproot her whole life.

"Beyoncé?" A woman questioned making her way towards her. Beyoncé nodded and shook the woman's hand. Her handshake was firm and trustworthy, which helped to soothe Beyoncé's nerves. "Good morning, I'm the best family lawyer money can buy so you're in good hands" the woman smiled as she spoke with confidence.

Beyoncé appreciated the show, which easily could've looked like arrogance, and followed the lady through the sparsely crowded building. The woman paused deciding on the conference room, which did not have an image of her own husband and child smiling brightly.

"So Mrs.-" she started and Beyoncé cut her off.

"Beyoncé is fine," she interrupted raising a hand politely. Her leg began to bounce as she adjusted in the chair. Nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to say. They each sat and Beyoncé was grateful it was just the two of them, away from any distractions.

"Beyoncé," she corrected. "What can I do for you?" The lawyer smiled tightly and pulled out a pen and a pad.

"I want a divorce" Beyoncé spoke after a moment, feeling the gravity of her words. Her fingers twisted around the ring she wore. For months, Beyoncé had been planning this, and now she was in this lawyers office making it a reality.

She examined the woman from head to toe noting her blouse and pants, and the way she spoke. She had an accent that indicated Houston wasn't her hometown , but she was clearly used to settings like this in a way that Beyoncé was not. For as long as possible, Beyoncé had managed to stay away from these types of corporate spaces.

Her tongue pushed against her teeth and she took in a shallow breath before she spoke. She was used to hiding parts of herself, showing the world a poised persona, rather than revealing how she truly felt. Her husband was a cheat and she was expected to be understanding as opposed to the woman who wanted to ruin his life. "He's been cheating on me since God knows when, treating her better than me, as if he'd married her, and I- I want a divorce"

The lawyer paused nodding at her clients words. Then she asked the question she hated to ask.
"What if he welcomes a divorce and wants to be with her, would that hurt you?" the lawyer asked.

Beyoncé was surprised by the question. She hadn't thought about it. If she divorced him and he ran towards Nicki, how would Nicki react to him? They still hadn't spoken since Nicki had run off. She'd texted and called but Onika ignored her. She worried what financial instability might make Onika do for this man. What if she was still in contact with him? If she had cut Beyoncé off to be with him...

Then she started laughing. "He can do whatever he wants" Beyoncé said curtly. Nicki wasn't in love with him. She knew that for sure, so his own fucked up feelings for her didn't matter.

"Alright," the lawyer smiled. She loved when a client was like Beyoncé and had fully checked out from the relationship before approaching her. It became a simple matter of how to handle the split and she didn't have to deal with so many of the feelings.

"Is there anything else?"

Beyoncé told her everything; about the cheating, about the hotel, about how she found out and got Nicki to make a sextape. The lawyers eyes lit up at that. She had seen the video but didn't know if it would be admissible in court. "That's good" she said jotting down some more notes. Beyoncé continued to tell the lawyer everything, suddenly remembering that this man was her husband.

She had so many good memories with him. She had loved him once. He had been her best friend. Though, truthfully, she knew she hadn't loved him for a while. He was comfortable and he liked her and she liked being liked. She knew what it was to love that man. But, now she knew what it felt like to be in love. It was always hard with him, as if she was working to make herself happy. With Onika it was easy. Maybe that was true love.

"So I wanted to know if his cheating is grounds for... not giving him anything?" Beyoncé was careful and measured with her words, her eyes narrowing as she spoke. Having a lawyer as a husband meant she knew a little bit and from what she knew, she should've signed a prenup. But she was a woman in love at the time. No one had even suggested it to her. They were all too focused on love and feelings - no one had any practical advice, outside of how to cook and to make a marriage work.

"Oh" the lawyer released a sound of understanding. "You're worried he'll take your money?" It made sense. The couple didn't have kids but Beyoncé had money - the kind of money you couldn't fathom unless you lived in that realm of society.

Her money paid for a majority of their expenses. Beyoncé was wealthy in a way that intimated people. And the more money she gained, the more people watched her.

"My issue is that I haven't got a prenup. I didn't even think about it, I was so young and naive. I never thought—" Beyoncé explained, her fingers twisting around the ring she wore. "And then cheated on me for months with that..." her face scrunched up debating on what to call her.

"Look, anything you say here is in confidence. The second you walked through those doors we became covered by attorney client privilege. If I break that you can take all my money and send me to jail" she gave a small chuckle but she was serious.

Beyoncé shifted her stance but she still didn't relax. She was sitting across from a stranger, trying her best to put her pride aside. For years, Beyoncé had dealt with being in the public eye herself. Now, that was something she had to face along with Nicki. Any judge who knew of Beyoncé could easily call her greedy for this. The woman was rich and didn't want to give him anything, it was selfishness at its finest.

"But, he's a piece of shit and I think he's been embezzling funds from the foundation"

This lawyer raised her brows again. Over the years, she had perfected her poker face. She tried not to judge anyone, but it was hard when Beyoncé was who she was. She was curious about her, as was everyone else.

"Well, the lack of a prenup certainly makes things difficult for us. But we can try to negotiate the terms in our favour. We can argue that the circumstances of your separation justify certain concessions."

"That sounds good," Beyoncé spoke, her usual confidence stripped away. The lawyer closed the notepad giving Beyoncé her full attention. She wouldn't need her notes for the rest of this.

"I want you to go home and gather all the evidence. Card receipts, text messages, voicemails, and that video! If you think he so much as bought her a piece of candy I want you to note it down. The more evidence the better, things like sexting or any video tapes. While you do that, I'll look into this embezzlement thing"

Beyoncé left the office feeling like shit. Her husband had been trying to contact her for days. He was belligerent and she'd had to block him several different times on several different apps. She'd even changed the locks and knew from her bank statements he was staying in hotels. She would be happy if she never had to speak to him again.

She kept herself occupied, trying her hardest not to entertain any thoughts of Nicki tried to forget her, tried to focus on her own life.

Beyoncé sighed with relief at her best friends timing. "Hey girl" she said watching as Kelly's face came into view. She looked like an almond with the angle she held the phone at, the blue sky behind her and hair blowing in the wind.

"Hey, you home?" Kelly asked with a grin.

Beyoncé frowned suspiciously, "yep why?" Then she heard her doorbell ring and rolled her eyes letting her best friend into the grounds. She was grateful to see her, and she hugged her like she meant it.

"So," Kelly spoke getting straight to her point. "That was your plan?" Kelly asked and Beyoncé wasn't sure if she looked disgusted or impressed.

She shook her head. "I didn't... I wouldn't do something like that" she heard her own voice crack and Kelly was instantly at her side.

"Oh thank god," she pulled her into a hug. "I wasn't sure if I had to beat your ass and tell you about the law"

Beyoncé cracked a smile but Kelly could see that she was broken inside. "What's wrong Bey? What's he done now?" She asked eternally frustrated by that man.

Beyoncé shook her head. "It's not him, it's her. She won't talk to me. I think she's blocked my number. She won't even open the door to me"

Kelly sighed. "You really liked her huh?"

"I- I think I loved her" Beyoncé nodded. She hadn't realised or hadn't wanted to admit how she felt before, but now that Onika was gone, she felt a tiny gap inside of her heart.

"She probably just needs some space for a while, her whole life has kind of changed you know." Kelly wanted to console her but she couldn't believe her best friend really had feelings for this woman. The whole scenario was kind of crazy, "just think about how she was fucking your man."

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "I don't even care. He was always gonna cheat." She wiped her eyes. "I'm kind of glad he did with her, because at least I got to meet her"

Kelly sighed. She couldn't imagine feeling that way, but, Beyoncé had always loved very deeply. "In love with a hoe?" Kelly laughed, thinking about the situation.

"Shut up" Beyoncé's mumbled. "I was just hurt"

"Aww I'm sorry Bey, I was just trying to cheer you up." Kelly never thought she'd see her best friend in love. But now that she was, it felt bittersweet. This was real genuine love. Whatever Beyoncé had with her husband was nothing compared to this. She could tell by the way the light in her eyes changed. Then shattered each time she remembered what had transpired.

"I know, it's okay" Beyoncé cracked a smile.

"She's gorgeous though. I don't know how his ugly ass got two baddies back to back" Kelly commented.

Beyoncé laughed this time. He wasn't ugly but Kelly had always thought that. "You next" she nudged her suggestively.

Kelly gave her a look that said "I will kill you and chop you up into pieces" and Beyoncé burst out laughing.

Nicki never wanted to see Beyoncé again. That woman had ruined her. She had to deal with her sextape being online. Anyone could see it, and people had so many comments - on her body, on her expressions, whether she enjoyed it or was faking it; whether she slept with him just for money; how she'd planned this whole scheme. The internet treated her the same way he had, as if she was just a worthless bitch.

A deep sense of shame and guilt boiled up inside of her, unshakable but silent, and she wished she'd been different. Had she not fell for Beyoncé, this wouldn't be happening. Catching feelings was the worst decision she'd made.

She wondered if Beyoncé had decided to take him back. That was what wives did after their husbands cheated. When she went back to her apartment to get some clothes, she saw the eviction notice pinned to the door. Why hadn't Beyoncé done something if she cared so much? She was still calling her and texting her and Onika was sick of it. She had to block her number.

She had been at Lauren's since she left the two to argue in her apartment. Lauren's parents were surprisingly sympathetic and understanding of Nicki. They offered comfort and support wherever possible and provided a safe haven for her, giving her space to heal and recover from what had happened to her life.

She was back in a small apartment like the one she'd grown up in, and while it was cramped, she didn't trust herself to be alone.

When Onika told Lauren the full story, her best friend was quick to offer her somewhere to stay. Nickis life was falling apart and Lauren felt so bad for her friend. She couldn't decide if she hated Beyoncé or her husband more. How could they do that to Onika?

She also couldn't believe that man had managed to bag someone as pretty as Nicki, let alone worming his way into a marriage with billionaire Beyoncé. Lauren hadn't recognised her asleep beside Onika, though now she wished she had. She would've told Onika then and hopefully this would've never happened..

In the weeks that followed Onika was mostly quiet. She painted and threw herself into her schoolwork, spending hours drawing and painting and barely talking outside of to be polite. It was there, amidst the chaos of her life, that she managed to find a sense of solace.

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*6 months later*

I Wonder What She Thinks of Me - by Onika Maraj.

Beyoncé took in the sight ahead of her. She sat on the bench, biting her lip thoughtfully, trying to work up the courage to go inside. It had been 6 months since she'd seen Onika.

Her divorce was finalised, her career was flourishing, but she still couldn't get the younger woman out of her mind. She still didn't know why she had been ghosted. It had been so abrupt and so unexpected. She knew Nicki was going through a lot, but she wished she could've been there for her through it all.

Over the months, she hadn't stopped thinking about her, wondering how she was, what she'd been doing. Nickis college website had uploaded some images and Beyoncé clung to the glimpses of Onika's art in the back. She couldn't help herself from following the young artists career. Nicki had graduated a couple of months ago and Beyoncé was curious about what she'd do next. She didn't doubt Nicki had the talent to go far, she'd noticed that the first time she saw her immersed in painting getting frustrated about a theme. Even in her "bad" art Beyoncé had been mesmerised.

Beyoncé was grateful that Nicki had never done any interviews or spoke to any gossip mags. One of them had tweeted offering to match the allowance Beyoncé's ex husband had given her. It was so distasteful and disrespectful. Beyoncé hated how they treated her. Though, she wondered why Nicki hadn't spoken. Surely that would be a good way to make some money.

It burned when Beyoncé remembered her face that day, all of that hurt that brimmed in her eyes. Why hadn't Nicki lashed back out? Even Beyoncé's ex husband had said a few things. Onika hadn't even so much as liked a shady post. Whilst Beyoncé admired it, she also worried about her. She needed an outlet for all of those feelings. Beyoncé could only hope that she had some trusted friends.

She swallowed looking at the Los Angeles gallery. She didn't know how Nicki would react to seeing her. This was her first exhibition, being shown at a well known gallery in California. Beyoncé had flown in the night before, unable to sleep with all of her anxiety. She hadn't told anyone that she was going, not even Kelly.

Beyoncé needed closure at the very least, but she hoped that this meeting would be more than that. As she looked at the crowd of people, she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in her stomach when she thought about what this was. She knew that this exhibition was about the scandal - specifically about Nickis experience with Beyoncé, and she couldn't help but feel a little afraid of what she might find. Beyoncé still loved her and couldn't let go, what would it mean if the other woman hated her?

She glanced at the board which had Nickis full name in bold letters beside the title of the exhibition. Beyoncé owed it to herself to face the music and see what the other woman had made of their relationship. It was complicated and intense to say that least. Beyoncé knew that, she knew the role she had played. But, she needed to know how that was reflected in Onikas eyes.

Did she remember the way Beyoncé had fallen for her, how before they'd even had a date Beyoncé was putty in her hands? Did she remember just how easily Beyoncé had read her poetry in her dark brown eyes? Those nights together when they'd cuddle and sand it felt like their heartbeats were synchronised? Beyoncé remembered. She remembered everything.

As she walked into the gallery, heels clacking on the floor, she couldn't help but marvel at the art that adorned the walls. She had always admired Onika's talent, but seeing it on display in such a well-known gallery made her heart beam with a tinge of regret. She was so happy to see Onika's dream realised, Onika truly deserved this. She deserved it more than anyone.

As she approached her exhibition, she could see that it was already in full swing. People milled around, sipping champagne and admiring the carefully constructed art on the walls. "I love how shes used brush strokes", "Yes, it really emphasises the lust and desire", "It's amazing how she's taken control of the narrative", "That's a real artist, she has so much potential".

Beyoncé nodded in agreement at the overheard conversation. She hadn't looked much at the paintings but she knew they were amazing. Something more beautiful had caught her eye. In the center of it all, was Onika, the artist.

Beyoncé paused to take in a breath. She couldn't help but watch with reverie. Onika looked as stunning, wearing in a blue dress that hugged her curves and showed off her legs, but looked just as classy as this gallery felt. Her hair was loose and dark against her skin, and her makeup was impeccable. She was glowing from the inside. In one hand she held a glass of champagne and her lips moved fluidly, engaged in a conversation.

A group surrounded her, seemingly fascinated by her work and Beyoncé raised a brow, glad that others got to see what she saw in Onika. Confidence oozed off of the artist. It was almost contagious but Beyoncé caught herself. She wasn't ready to speak to Onika yet. She hadn't looked at the art. Besides Onika was busy.

"I'm so happy for you girl," the voice startled Onika as Lauren pulled her into a crushing hug. A pang of jealousy struck Beyoncé and she looked away. "You fuckin did it!" Lauren squealed as Nicki grinned from ear to ear thanking her best friend for all of her support.

Lauren hadn't wanted her to make art out of this. She thought it would be too painful for Onika. But now she saw the art — all of her emotion laid bare and thought it was beautiful how she had turned all of her pain into art. All of the sketches she did when she felt emotional had achieved a new life through her facing and painting them. Hours of crying became paint against a canvas and seeing the crowd's reactions, she felt so proud of her friend.

People stood around wearing designer suits and dresses looking at the art Nicki had made, admiring and studying it. Paintings upon paintings of mistresses, scorned lovers and unlikely bed fellows. She was just a gold digging whore a couple months ago. Now her art told a story of passion, betrayal, intimacy and a love she'd found in herself.

I wonder what she thinks of me, was designed to evoke raw emotion and compassion for each party. Onika finally felt she could hold her head high as she looked around at all of these people. Her own pride took the place of all the shame she'd felt so intimately. Her art, her passion, her legacy all surrounding her. The crowd looked in fascination, but she couldn't hear much of them. She was in disbelief of how far she had come. She was chasing her dream, and she made it look beautiful.

Beyoncé felt her heart rate quicken as she tried to gather the courage to approach Onika. Onika was alone watching her surroundings, seemingly wrapped in her own world. Beyoncé didn't know what to expect, but she knew that she had to talk to her. She had to face the consequences of their past actions. As she got closer, Onika looked up and caught her eye. She didn't smile, she didn't frown, but merely raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment.

Beyoncé could feel the tension between them, thick as fog. She was almost afraid to break through it and to speak. "Hi Onika," she said, trying to sound as calm and casual as she possibly could.

Onikas eyes narrowed slightly. "Beyoncé," she said, taking a sip of her champagne. Beyoncé's palms began to sweat looking into Onikas open eyes. She was still just as beautiful as the first time she'd seen her. She could feel the electricity between them, even after all of these months apart.

"I'm so proud of you," Beyoncé said, her voice coming out in a whisper. She could already see the looks from gallery patrons watching the two. They were beginning to pay attention and to recognise who she was "This exhibition is amazing."

Onika raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "I wondered what you would think of it," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Beyoncé felt a pang in her chest. She knew that she deserved that. She had hurt Onika, betrayed her trust, and lied to her. And yet, as she stood there in front of her as another woman, all Beyonce could feel was an overwhelming desire to touch her gently, to apologise, to spend time making things up to her. The fact that Onika had turned her pain into something as beautiful as this exhibit was a testament to her resilience and the way she saw the world.

"Onika," she breathed, reaching out a hand to brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. Onika stiffened at the touch, and looked up at Beyonce with a mixture of defiance and desire in her eyes. Beyoncé knew that she wanted Onika, but she also knew that this was dangerous. People would talk. Maybe Onika couldn't forgive her.

"What are you doing here?" Nicki asked, her voice low.

Beyonce hesitated for a moment, beginning to bounce her right leg. For a moment she wondered if she should've come. Nicki had made herself clear over the months, ignoring all of Beyoncé's attempts to reach out. "I came to see your exhibition. It's your first one, I had to— I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you."

Onika raised an eyebrow, not forgetting how this woman had hurt her. "Really?" she said. "Or did you come here to remind me I'm nothing but a hoe for you and your husband?"

Beyonce flinched. Her eyes were sincere. "It's not like- it's never been like that. I'm so sorry" she paused. She didn't know how to explain it, the way her body reacted whenever Onika was around. Her mind became a whirlwind, a swirling chasm of love and regret. "I don't know what it is about you" she struggled forcing the words from her lips.

Nicki grit her teeth. Even as she spoke, she knew how she felt. Denying herself was easier said than done. "You telling me you don't want me anymore?"

Beyoncé shook her head quickly. She couldn't deny it, even if she wanted to. "No, I've always wanted you," she whispered. A surge of desire coursed through her body. She had wanted Onika— still wanted Onika, even after all this time. She ached for her touch, her kiss, her body. She had tried to move on, to forget about the way Onika made her feel, but she couldn't forget her. She was the one, it was undeniable. "I just thought that I couldn't have you. That it was wrong to feel like this about you. It was great when we were together, but then reality would set in and I just didn't know how this could work. Then you left and I didn't know what that meant for me- for us. You left and I was so lost. I missed you so much"

Onika raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to Beyoncé so that their bodies were mere inches apart. "You flew here for me" she quirked a brow as if it was a question but they both knew the answer. Beyoncé would fly to the moon for Onika.

With a soft smile, Beyoncé paused and nodded, before she spoke again. "Nicki," she whispered, reaching out to touch her face again. This time, Onika didn't flinch or pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes and leaned into Beyoncé's touch. Beyoncé felt a thrill run through her at the contact. Her heart tugged as she felt the familiar pull of Onika. She wanted this with every fiber of her being. She wasn't scared anymore, she was in love.

Beyoncé had always been the one in control, the one who made decisions, and who always took the lead. And now, here she was, standing in front of this short and powerful woman who made her knees weak in the best way possible. She loved Onika and Onika loved her, they were made for each other and Onika took the lead. She made her feel like her weaknesses were strengths.

As they stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills, Beyoncé felt her exterior crumble. She wanted Nicki and she was tired of hiding it. She reached out and grabbed Onika by the waist, pulling her close and kissing her passionately.

Onika couldn't resist, she melted into the kiss, her arms snaking around Beyoncé's neck as their tongues danced together. There was snaps as photographers caught pictures of the two, but neither of them cared as they kissed each other, caught up in their own admiration.

"This is incredible you know" Beyoncé said when she pulled away. "Your art- it's improved. I didn't know that was possible"

Beyoncé gripped her hands. Nicki paused still trying to gather herself after that kiss.

"You know blues my favourite colour right?" Beyoncé smiled referring to Onikas dress. "You're so amazing Nika, I knew you'd be successful."

Nicki bit her lip hearing Beyoncé's thoughts. She was so flustered, pretending to be composed. Nicki smirked, leading her out of the gallery.

The End.