A New Woman

8: The beautiful memories

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 Carter laid asleep in his bed when he felt some shuffling in the bed beside him. As if by instinct he jumped up and grabbed the lamp on his bedside table but stopped and sighed when he saw her laying asleep on what she called 'her' side of the bed. He placed the lamp back down but wasn't sure what to do next. She was shivering- probably because it was snowing outside and she might have just fallen asleep- her lips were a light blue and her body was wrapped up in layer upon layer of what seemed like dirty clothing. He knew he couldn't leave her like that, it wasn't healthy and she'd be sick by the morning. He walked around to the other side of the bed and whispered her name,

"Beyoncé" He tried to move the bed a little trying his hardest not to touch her and soon enough her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him with a smile. She went to say something but before she could he spoke first, "You can't sleep like this. You'll get sick. We need to warm you up and clean you up first." She nodded her head slowly and sat up in his bed before standing up. He wrapped a blanket around her body and then lead her down the the kitchen where he made her hot coco and sat her beside the radiator. "You have to warm up slowly" He told her,

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 "Okay" He climbed into his bed turning off the light and then she climbed in after him keeping a reasonable distance between them. "There's a guest room if you'd be more comfortable there" He said to her,

"I want to be close to you, I like it" He smiled at her then asked,

"What's with all the honesty all of a sudden?" She shrugged a little and then moved a little closer to him,

"I guess you're special" He smirked at her and then reached over placing a small kiss on her forehead. Her skin blushed brightly causing Carter to laugh a little before getting comfy again and nodding.

"No" He told her, "I'm just stupid for letting you get away with all bullshit. But don't worry, one day you'll be punished" He winked at her and she gasped before laughing loudly,

"Are you flirting with me?" She asked him,

"Nope" He turned over in his bed and closed his eyes as if to fall asleep but knowing she was tired Beyoncé followed his lead and fell asleep with her back turned to him.

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 "I mean, I guess they're there now so I can't do much. It's your house" She looked away form him and he scoffed a little as he walked closer to her, "Stop" She instructed, he stopped so that he wasn't moving any closer and then she said. "I touched you once, don't get carried away" they both laughed a little before he nodded and backed away from her,

"All right All right I'll keep that in mind" He paused and looked at her, "I won't kiss you then" She looked at him and before thinking about it she blurted out,

"No" He raised his eyebrows and she quickly shook her head with a nervous chuckle, "I mean, no as in 'don't kiss me' ya know?" She looked up at him hoping he'll agree with her, just say he get's it and then change the subject because this was a situation she had never found herself in before and she knew already that she was not particularly fond of it.

"Do you want me to kiss you, Beyoncé?" He asked her,

"No, stop being so stupid of course I don't want that" She crossed her arms and turned from him with a chuckle, "You're not even my type" She rolled her eyes as if she was offended by the very thought of the two of them together.

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 "Stop it!" She yelled at him but she was laughing her head of. He stopped and helped her off the ground but he wasn't done with her because he tackled her again so her back was pinned to the table and he continued to tickle her. "Carter! Carter! Stop" She begged him, he laughed hard and stopped but rested his hands on her hips. The two found themselves in a position with her laying on the table, her legs open and him standing between them with his hands on her hips and her hands on his. He looked down at her body and licked his lips, gosh it was a good view, he tried to remove his hands from her hips but she held them in place and looked away from him, "Don't let go" She whispered. He gripped her hips a little tighter and the stood further between her legs- closer to her crotch- looking down at her again. She was looking away but her face looked beautiful, her hair looked so effortlessly perfect, her body was... amazing and he was in a position where the only thing separating them from a far more intimate situation was their clothing.