𝔗𝔥𝔢 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

♛

The princess woke at the touch of a hand on her hip. The cool light of a full moon streamed through the window, casting deep shadows throughout the room.

She felt those soft lips on her shoulder, gently exploring. She could feel the heat of a body against her back, the tips of long blonde tresses tickling down her spine. She lay there for a moment, luxuriating in the memory of their past conversation.

Finally she rolled over to face the older woman, her arms going around her neck, the queen's hands on her back, around her waist.

"Hello," she spoke with a bit of relief in her tone. She had been waiting, shamelessly hoping that would be kept; that she'd come back. The princess couldn't lie, the news that someone unfamiliar had made it to the gates made her fearful, that and Beyoncé's sudden call to action. "Did you find them?"

The blonde watched the smaller woman closely, mentally taking in every minor detail of her face in the moonlight. Her already dark brown eyes display a reddish hue that caused her to fawn over its beauty. It took her a minute to snap back into reality and when she did, she shook her head, "no, unfortunately. However, we discovered a camp not too far away from where we are and asked around. The people there have only seen a small group of men straggling around for food and water. I've sent some of my guards to watch over the area until further notice."

"Oh," Onika glanced away, bringing her bottom lip between her teeth. She didn't know how to express her gratitude for the blonde's safety. It was a new feeling really, something that never crossed her mind nor heart. "Well, I-I'm glad you are safe."

Beyoncé smiled at the princess's awkwardness, shaking her head slightly as she pulled the younger woman closer. "You need to relax. I'm sure you've been told this before, you're extremely uptight."

"I am not uptight, everyone else is merely too–" She spoke in annoyance, her lips pouted. "You think I'm uptight?"

"And mean... but for good reason. You have beautiful eyes, Onika." She distracts her wife, cupping her face and peppering kiss on her forehead. "There is nothing wrong with being a bit guarded, but I prefer to see more of your personality in real time and not only when you are upset with me."

"Like... now?"

The blonde nodded, turning to lie on her back. She cautiously trailed a hand down Onika's thigh, feeling how much her flesh burned under her silk gown. Beyoncé hooked her hand behind the princess's leg and pulled her to straddle her waist. "You wanted freedom and yet you don't speak freely to me. Just talk to me, princess."

Onika sat slightly frozen above her wife. She could feel it. Beyoncé's secret bulging against her, sending shocks through her body.