May 9, 2023

Queen

"Show me how you touch yourself when I'm not there to do it."

My entire body melted at his words. I wasn't even sure how I was able to keep myself from collapsing to the floor from the way he was looking at me. It was so tender, yet there was a struggle between his mind and body that I could see. He so clearly wanted to fuck me— maybe needed. But he wasn't and it looked like it was hurting him not to.

His jaw was clenched and his muscles would flex every few seconds when he took a deep breath. I could see the veins in his arms clearly when he fisted his hand on his thigh to keep control.

I swallowed a nervous breath as his words ran through my mind again. Syn had seen me stripped down to absolutely nothing, yet this felt more intimate. He was fully clothed and sitting back comfortably, just watching me. He tapped his lips patiently as he rested his arm on the chair. His eyes wandered slowly over my body like he was taking it all in and it made my heart flutter.

I moved my hand over my shoulder with my free hand and parted my legs a little bit more. I heard Syn take a breath at the slight movement, and I smiled to myself.

I moved my fingers between my legs and closed my eyes as I tried to find my sweet spot. I was fine doing it on my own, but having Syn look at the most private parts of my body terrified me...but it also excited me.

With my eyes still closed, I imagined how he would be touching me right then and there. That was what I usually did.

I moved my fingers in circles, my breathing getting shallower as my arousal grew. With my free hand, I touched my body. My hand moved to my chest, teasing my breasts and I heard Syn take a shaky breath. Knowing that what I was doing was getting him hot and bothered alleviated any nervousness I had left.

It was my turn to test how crazy I could make him.

I stifled a moan, still trying to be quiet enough to not attract any attention from the guests downstairs. I slipped my finger into my sex and my stomach tied into knots. Syn wasn't touching me, but every time he moved, his legs would graze my ass cheeks. The rough feel of his slacks against my skin was slight, but it drove me crazy.

My pace increased along with the sensitive tingle in my stomach. My breathing became erratic and I could hear Syn's following suit. We both seemed like we were moments away from completely falling apart. I felt myself come to the edge, biting my lip as waves of heat traveled through my body.

Suddenly, I felt Syn's large hand over my mouth and my eyes widened. He chuckled softly as he looked at me, his eyes filled with unadulterated desire. "I thought you were trying to be quiet," he teased.

Shit.

I got so distracted that I forgot about everyone else being able to hear us. I closed my eyes my cheeks heated in embarrassment but I could only hear Syn's quiet laugh as he lowered his hand. When I opened his eyes, he had an amused expression on his face before he looked between my legs and took a breath.

"Let me help you," he said. He leaned down at my level and gently placed his large hand over my mouth again. "Now you can be as loud as you'd like."

His green eyes focused on mine as his other hand found its way between my legs. His movements were slow and intentional. I breathed into his hand, my entire body tightening as waves of ecstasy shot through me.

He slid a finger into me, followed by another one before pumping them in and out of me. With him being less than a few inches away from me, his scent filled my senses. Not being able to breathe through my mouth, I was suffocated by it with every inhale I took and I loved every second.

"Don't come yet," he said. I groaned and he smiled at my frustration. "Do you want me here or on the bed?"

He lowered his hand for a response. "Here," I breathed out.

He moved away from me and stood up. I watched anxiously as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. His hands moved the buckle of his belt and he removed it so quickly that it almost slapped me across the face. "Sorry, Princess."

"Hurry up!" I snapped.

He raised a brow at me in surprise but did as I said. With another swift movement, his pants and briefs were off and my eyes fell onto his length. My stomach flipped at the sight and I let out a large breath. If I wasn't so ready for him right now, I'd cry. I missed the fuck out of him— and him.

"Now that I'm looking at it," he said. "The chairs may not be the best idea." He looked around for a moment and I bounced my leg impatiently. When he looked down at me, he must've seen my desperation because he immediately lifted me from the chair and crushed his lips onto mine.

I placed my arms onto his strong shoulders, getting lost in his lips. The next thing I knew, my feet were off the floor and my back was against the wall. He lifted me against him, sandwiching my body between him and the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his hard length and guided him between my legs. Our kiss stopped, both of us taking heavy breaths as I carefully moved him to my entrance. He slowly circled his hips forward, entering me and I stifled a moan. I forgot how big he was. He filled and stretched me completely to the point where I thought I'd break in half if he didn't start moving.

He pounded in and out of me earning moans from the deepest caves inside of me that I hardly recognized. "I. Fucking. Love You," he told me between slow thrusts.

I love you more.

My mouth formed the words to say but I wasn't sure how much of it came out. A small rumbled of laughter however did come from him letting me know that whatever he had heard, wasn't what I meant to say.

His hand intertwined with mine and he held it beside us before bringing his lips to mine. I parted my mouth welcoming his passionate kiss and my groans fell silent into his soft lips.

I felt his muscles spamming against me and I knew he was close. I wasn't far behind at all. I just wanted him to tell me when.

My core clenched and I arched my back for some relief from his relentless movements. I felt myself tightening around his length as I got closer and he groaned. I threw my head up in pleasure and his lips immediately moved to my neck. I felt the familiarity of his sharp fangs gliding on my skin and I whimpered.

His mouth moved to my ear, and in a husky break, he whispered the four words I had been missing all this time.

"Come with me, Princess."

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Syn

"Grab that side." I pointed to the corner of the bed where the new bedsheet was lifting and Queen rolled her eyes. For the past seven and a half minutes I was instructing her on how to fix a bed to my liking. The previous sheets were all a mess from everything we did, so after showering we decided to change them.

I insisted on doing it by myself while she did her hair, but she was adamant on helping me. Her attitude quickly changed after realizing how meticulous I was.

"Syn!" She groaned. "I can't get it over the mattress. It's not big enough." She tried to stretch the sheet down over the mattress, but when she let go, it rolled back up and she gave me an "I told you so" look.

"Queen," I said calmly. "I do this every night. It's a perfect fit, you just need to try."

"I've been trying."

"Okay," I grumbled. I walked over to the side of the bed she was standing and grabbed the corner of the fitted sheet. I tucked it underneath the mattress with ease and looked at her, patting the bed. "See how easy that was?"

She smiled and rolled her eyes as she picked up the next folded sheet and shook it into the air. I caught the other side and moved back to the other side to spread it over the bed. "I don't understand why you need so many sheets, Syn."

I tucked the sheet all around the side of the bed and shot her a smile. "Because you," I started, "have a habit of making quite the mess."

"Oh." She stood up straight and crossed her arms as I grabbed the comforter and spread it across the bed. "Well if I remember correctly...you didn't mind that part." I walked over to her as she tilted her head in thought and sat down on the edge of the bed in front of her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, waiting for her to finish and she giggled.

"Actually, now that I think about it...you may have been begging." She nodded and looked at me. "Definitely begging."

"Who was begging?" I raised an amused brow at her statement. "It couldn't have been me."

"No, yeah. It was." She wrapped her arms around my neck and squinted her eyes in mock thought. "You said 'Oh, Princess—"

I chuckled softly and shook my head. "Stop."

"'Come here...come there...come everywhere. Come over yonder—"

"Shut up," I whispered and she laughed before rubbing the stubble on my jaw. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of her hands on me and I sighed. I grabbed one of her hands and placed a kiss on it before looking up at her. "I more than love you...like fucking crazy."

"Me too," she mouthed with a smile before kissing a scar on my knuckle. She then placed a quick kiss on my lips before wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. I hugged her back tightly and a moment later, I heard what sounded like sniffles coming from her. She shook slightly against me and I was immediately concerned.

"Are you crying?" I asked, rubbing her back.

"Maybe," she whispered.

"What's wrong?"

She pulled away from the hug and wiped her eyes. "I'm just happy you're back. I really missed you." She looked at the ceiling and fanned her face and I watched her in awe. I knew there were plenty of misunderstandings that brought us up to this point, but could I have been that blind as to think she didn't care anymore?

I wiped her face and sighed. "I missed you too, Princess. Don't cry, okay? What matters is that we're both here now and nothing is going to change that."

"You're right."

I gave her another reassuring look before pointing beside the door where I placed her things. "I brought your bag from your room. That way you don't have to go back and forth."

"That's sweet." A smile lit up her face and I was thankful for the light returning to her eyes. I hated seeing her sad. She walked over to the bag and lifted it, bring it over to the bed, and placed it down. I watched her curiously as she pulled out a small bag from inside and walked over to the mirror on my dresser.

She opened the bag, pulling out a couple of different-sized combs and setting them down. I watched as she picked up one and began coming out her curls. After a few minutes of keeping her arms raised and bending every which way, she groaned and set the comb down. "Finally." She shook her arms.

I sat back, thinking she was about to come back to bed, but when she tied her hair up into a loose ponytail and picked up another comb, I raised a curious brow. "What are you doing now?"

"Hmm?" Her eyes met mine in the mirror before she chuckled and looked back at herself. "I'm oiling my scalp."

"Why?"

She laughed. "Because I have a dry ass scalp?"

"Ah, I see." I watched as she used the pointy end of the comb to gather her hair. With her finger, she used applied the oil in a line before moving on to the next.

After watching her in boredom for the next few minutes, I started to notice her frustration. "Are you having a hard time?"

"Not necessarily..." she whispered distractedly. "My arms just get tired and it's hard to see my own head," she said, turning to the side to see where to place the oil.

Hmm.

I stood up and walked behind her and she looked up at me through the mirror. "I can do it," I said. "Here." I opened my hand for the comb and parted her hair as I had seen her do a few times. I dipped my finger into the oil in front of her and applied it to her head. "Am I doing it right?"

"Yes." She nodded. "You're perfect."

I wouldn't have said perfect, but I guess she was trying to be nice. I was mediocre at best and at times it felt like I was messing up her hair more than anything else.

I slid the come through her hair for another part and Queen shivered. "Oh wow."

"What?"

"Can you scratch that exact spot?"

I scratched where she had directed. "Here?"

"No." She took my finger and guided it a couple of inches from the spot I had scratched. "Right there." I scratched the area and she made a strange noise of delight that made me look at her in surprise.

"Did you just purr?"

"You have no idea how badly I needed that!" She moaned.

"Really?" I dug my fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. I watched in the mirror as her eyes fluttered to the back of her head and a groan escaped her parted lips. I laughed softly as her features changed every few seconds and she relaxed against me. "Content?"

"Baby, if you want to marry me just say that!" She professed dramatically before laughing. It was just how she joked, but her words meant far more than she could ever realize.

I did want to marry her again someday.

"You're a mess," I said. "Let me finish."

How could I not?

If I thought she'd say yes, I'd ask her in a heartbeat.

I spent the next few minutes helping her with her hair and once I was done, she grabbed her bonnet and put it over her head. "What's that for?"

"Just protecting my hair and making sure the oil doesn't get everywhere." She slid a few stray pieces of hair into the cap.

"What happens if you don't wear it?"

"My hair can dry out and break off. Nothing crazy," she said. I nodded in thought. She caught my eye in the mirror and raised a brow. "Why? Do you want to wear one?"

I shrugged. "Sure."

"Really?"

"Why not?"

A huge grin spread across her face at my words and she headed to her bag. After a few moments, she came back to me with a pink one in hand and wiggled her brows. She stood in front of me, fluffing it out before standing on her toes to reach my head.

I bent down a bit to help her and she placed it over my head. She held back a smile...maybe a laugh even as she adjusted it on my head and tucked in my hair. When she was done, she clasped her hands behind her back and bit her lip as she looked up at me.

"How do I look?" I touched my head, looking at her before glancing at the mirror.

"Sexy."

"Excellent."

"I would definitely bang you in that," she said.

"I would definitely bang you in yours too," I whispered.

"Look at us!" She said grandly.

"Look at us."

"Banging. Bonnet. Bitches."

"Oh my..."

My alarm from my phone rang, cutting our moments short and Queen let out an excited squeal. "It's midnight?!" I walked over to my phone and turned off the alarm before turning back to her with a large smile of my own.

"It's fucking midnight."

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Author's Note
*😭Cries in single and alone😭*
I wanna be a banging bonnet bitch too🥹😔

You know what lemme be happy for them for a second😭 this was so sweet🤧
*SIGH*
If only things could stay this way all the time...

What's going on thru everyone's heads rn👀

Lmk your thoughts✨