Some Day One Day

epilogue.

"I can't believe that everyone was in on it. Even Kellaine?" I found out the reason why they'd been talking a lot was because she was helping him with the wedding preparations. She was the one who'd helped him pick out the beautiful dress.
"We got you good didn't we?"
"Yes. You did," I felt him flinch when I pinched him, "Shame on you."
Laughing, Shawn pulled me closer to him and raised the digital camera in his hand in front of us.
"Aye, let me get another one." Shawn said. As I got ready to smile, I saw on the camera's screen that Shawn made a face that wasn't pleasant but unequivocally humorous. Deciding to join in on the fun, I made a face that involved me sticking my tongue out westward while crossing my eyes, I posed and waited for the camera to flash before relaxing my features.
"This is the picture we'll put in our livingroom." I said admirably, staring at the finished product. Shawn laughed.
"Hell no!" he exclaimed, mumbling an 'excuse me' as he sat us forward and threw the digital camera through the rolled down window of his car.
"I don't want folks knowing how crazy we are." He said once we'd resettled against his windshield.
"Oh trust me, they know." Smiling, I shifted from my supine posture to my side and snuggled against the comfort of his chest.
Shawn and I were at our spot, on the bridge. He lay prone on the windshield and hood and I was reposed on top of him.
A sole star was shinning, the prologue to the other stars' arrivals. I smiled when I looked at it. It was just a star, a simple star, but ever since that first shooting star Shawn had shown me, I'd never look at it the same way again.
It's amazing how merely staring up at the stars could remind me of so many things. Maybe because it was he who'd introduced me to them. I'd seen stars all my life, but ever since I met him he made me really look at them—made me actually look through the pages of a book instead of just judging it by the cover.
The impromptu wedding ceremony had been better than perfect. I hadn't seen it coming. I hadn't seen a wedding coming period. I'd assumed since we were already married that we didn't need to go through that and I didn't mind at all. It didn't matter whether we had one or not, as long as I was with him that's all that mattered.
But I'd be lying if I said when the actual wedding took place that it wasn't one of the best gifts I'd ever received. Whereas it made me feel good, it made me feel guilty. I could never catch up when it came to returning the favor for how lovely he made me feel as an individual, but I would try. Until the day I stopped breathing, I would try.
After Angie had handed me the roses, I'd been directed to recede back to the front doors. Angie and Marissa were obviously the bride's maids. Dreux, who had arrived later, apologetically told a ready-to-fight Shawn that he'd had to stay by work a bit longer, had acted as the person sending me off to marriage. Ojay was Shawn's best man. And Diamond, well the puppy was carrying the gold wedding bands on its collar. It had been disastrous though because Ojay had had to chase it through the church to get the rings since it took that time out of all times to showcase its mischief. Also, I think the dog just really didn't like Ojay for some reason.
Though it had been slightly quaint with its limitation of guests, a priest who'd been sought out to help and agreed out of the goodness of his heart, although there was no designer wedding gown, I couldn't have wanted it any other way.
It made me believe that Shawn and I were truly meant to be.
Shawn and I went on to talk about today. When I'd asked him how he'd managed to get the church, he looked at me shrewdly and murmured that he simply had his ways and I didn't need to ask anymore questions. We went on to talk about other things correlating to the day.
"So you mean to tell me, all those dresses you kept buying me were to throw me off?" I asked him as we discussed his master plan.
"Yeah. I knew you were already iffy when I'd asked you your dress size, so I had to keep confusing you. But I tried to make it obvious. I thought you'd figure it out when I told Angie to give you the dress to wear. Why else would she suddenly want you to wear a specific dress for a babyshower?"
"Well," I run my Nails gently over his hand, "Angie is always giving me things to wear. I thought that was common of her."
"I guess that worked to my advantage. The spa was just cause I know ya'll women like that irrelevant shit. Also I just wanted to annoy you by paying for stuff and making you use them."
"You're very mean."
"And you know you love that shit." He growled into my ear, tightening his hold around me. I melted.
"Yes...yes I do."
Sighing heavily, I drew the Shawn's blazer tighter around my body to shield off the windy night. Beyond the horizon clouds were rolling in and I knew a storm was about to come. Neither Shawn nor I were fazed. We could face any storm that threatened to come our way.
My eyes fell away from the violet sky to the city that prepared itself for the nightlife.
" I remember when I used to look at those city lights and feel intimidated, cause it was like the world trying to swallow me." I blurted out.
"You were intimidated?" he sounded genuinely surprised.
"Yeah. I didn't think I could actually go out there and do anything, but now when I look at it I'm just so ready to take on the world. And it's because of you."
A few moments passed the comforting sound of nature around us. Crickets chirped. Leaves ruffled. Frogs plopped in and out of the river.
"Nah babygirl," Shawn suddenly spoke, "It was all you."
"I don't think so."
"Well I do. I think you knew Shawn ain' always going to save you from yourself, Shawn ain always gonna be there...so you made that choice on your own to either live or de. My mom couldn't come out of the shit she went through because she thought some knight in shinning armor or some shit was supposed to save her...but you did it all by yourself ma'. And I'm proud of you."
I don't remember ever hearing Shawn say those words to me. And the candied way he said them made me want to cry.
And so I began to cry quietly. Holding my chin, Shawn tilted my head until I was looking at him.
"Beyonce?"
"Hmm?"
"Damn girl, you crying?"
"Sorry. You made me emotional."
He looked at me funny before adding, "You cry too much."
Laughing, I sat up while drying my eyes.
"You just have to ruin the moment huh?" I slid off of the hood and the friction of our bodies made the scent of Shawn's spicy cologne infiltrate my lungs. That alone was enough to get me aroused and I stood before him with my arms wrapped around my waist to contain myself.
"You're the one who cries about everything." Nonchalantly, Shawn shrugged and tucked his hands beneath his head, looking edible as ever with his shirt buttoned down to his stomach. It being a muggy and hot day, the exposed skin that was Shawn's neck and sternum had a thin layer of sweat covering it. My mouth watered with the sudden need to taste him.
"I do not."
"Yes you do."
"Oh so that's how it is huh?" I took off his blazer and let it fall to the grassy ground. I bridled my enthusiasm when a possessive look took Shawn's eyes as he hungrily slid them up and down my frame.
Sighing heavily I forlornly pushed the straps of my dress aside and said plaintively. Shrugging my shoulders so that the sleeves would fall to my side thus lowering the front enough for more cleavage to show, I began to fan myself like a damsel in distress.
"Oh gosh. It's so hot. What will I ever do Shawn?"
Then I rested my hands between his legs and leaned forward until my breasts nearly spilled out of my gown, arching my back and neck, "Hey do you see a mosquito bite on my shoulder?"
Licking his lips, Shawn sat forward, his elbows on the raised, parted knees.
"You'll C'mere" he ordered huskily, his hand jetting out to grab me. But knowing him so well I might as well be him, I readily yanked my hand out of his grasp. Then I began bunching up my dress and panting with feigned discomfort.
"Oh but it's so hot," I maintained my helpless girl act, batting my lashes coquettishly at him, "My mama warned me about boys like you. Devastatingly handsome, but disastrously dangerous. "
Shawn slowly got off of the car and I backed up just as slowly.
"You better quit with them fifty cent words girl," he warned, an amused glint in his eyes as he advanced to me, "Now quit with the talk. Come here, and hop on this."
"No! I musn't," raising my dress unnecessarily high I took a few steps back, "Coupling with you will only augment the fiery passion that I can feel brewing between us..."
Like a panther springing up on pray Shawn reached for my hand with lightning speed but I quickly jumped back with a startled scream before laughing so hard that my tummy ached.
"If you don't quit talking like that..." he said with a faint smile and I lowered my eyes to his bulging sex ready to burst out of his pants and licked my lips seductively, "I am compelled to admit though sir, your little friend there is making me so..."
I began to breath heavily and Shawn's eyes widened with alarm. His chest heaved as his breaths deepened too.
"Beyonce, if you know what's good for you, don't go there..."
"Oh..." I moaned, "It's making me so..."
"You ain' that crazy ma'. Don't say it—"
"Wet. Wet and creamy and—ahh!!"
My words were cut off when Shawn charged for me and I run on unleveled ground as good as a person would in the four inch heels that I'd been given to wear by Angie earlier. To my luck there was a tree closeby and I scuttled behind it using it as a shield against Shawn. It didn't help my wheezing lungs that I couldn't stop laughing.
"You ain' right Beyonce. Imma get you for that petty shit." Shawn promised with a determined, devilish grin on the other side of the tree.
All I could do was laugh, using the trunk of the tree to support my weakening body.
Shawn had already made his way to me. I'd been too weak from laughter to run and decided to play it safe and not run along the unsteady ground with such rigid footwear.
"Haven't I always told you that I got you?" Shawn said breathily, his hands sliding up my thighs, which wilted apart in submission. In a swift motion he'd rid me of my underwear. It was time for me to do my part of the job too. My hands eagerly undid the buckle of his belt, slid the zipper down and pulled out his throbbing member. Shawn groaned and I hissed, guiding him closer and closer to my center.
"Well, you've got me," I panted and my body buzzed with excitement when he pricked my engorged opening, "Now that I'm yours, use me."
Even in my fogged up state I could hear the roaring of thunder in the distance. It led me to believe that the storm was rapidly approaching.
Despite the bark's uncomfortable digging of my back, I was too engrossed with the man standing in front of me to care. With his hands steadying the back of my thighs to keep me upright, Shawn plunged forward through my sleek canal, effortlessly burying himself inside of me all in one go. Sighs, swears and moans filled the windy air as we savored the feel of my tight ring sucking him in, and his girth filling me up in completion.
When I finally regained strength I locked my legs around his waist and closed my fingers over his tight arm muscles.
Sealing my lips with a spellbinding kiss, his hips began to rock with slow sinuousness within me. The fullness of him within me was so intense I thought I couldn't handle it.
"Shawn, Shawn...oh baby stop...too...too good..." I muffled against the lifelong kiss.
"Never." Shawn groaned into my mouth, pronouncing his upward thrusts with more purpose as though he wanted me to feel what he was saying. The rough enamel of the tree abraded the skin on my back, tangled my listless hair, but I didn't give a damn. All I cared about were the mating sounds of skin to skin, his tongue dueling with mine like lovers in a battle, and that fantastical ball of fire growing in my gut.
When I was finally able to match his movements, we progressed on into the ancient mating dance. It was sheer pleasure for a couple of moments, me just enjoying the addictive feel of him entering me, ejecting himself, before reentering me once again. Knowing we both wanted more, Shawn's drove into me with more puissance, our tongues dueling like lovers in a battle.
Feeling myself going nearer and nearer to nirvana, I clutched my eyes tightly shut, stars twinkling like a premonition behind my lids. My body jerked with each thrust Shawn put into me.
"Cum for me baby," he had broken the kiss briefly to say, "Cum. I want to see that beautiful face you make when you cum..."
Knowing what his words did for me, the ball of fire went undone, releasing licks of fire throughout my body. I convulsed against him like an erupting volcano, clutching onto him so that I wouldn't lose myself in this galaxy of pleasure.
Unmitigated bliss welcomed me past the gates of heaven when I felt Shawn's hot seed shooting up my womb. I then felt Shawn's head rest in the crook of my neck, assuming that he'd been watching me in my rise to heaven and fall back to earth the entire time.
We stayed imprisoned by each other's limbs clinging tightly for several moments. And when Shawn finally raised his head to look down at me, I smiled lazily at him, and he smiled back.
Moments later Shawn had found the strength to carry us back to the car, our bodies still conjoined. It had been a hassle, but it was worth it when I reclined the driver's seat for him, cinched his shoulders, and began to take him for another ride of love.
Basking in yet another afterglow of lovemaking, Shawn and I lay arm in arm.
"Aye," Shawn looked passed me, "Look at that."
The second time we made love had been so intense I'd been oblivious to the rain that steadily striking the roof of his car. Eventually we decided to make more room for comfort and I reluctantly removed his fullness from me, zipped him up along with all the other necessities, and rested my back against his front.
I was surprised to find that the rain that was falling was golden because the sun was still out.
It was a sunshower.
It was beautiful.
And I was happy.
"Hmmm..." Shawn grunted like he was savoring a taste, kissing the side of my neck as he whispered, "so...what's next?"
"What you mean?" I asked, rubbing my cheek against his.
"Don't know. I guess with everything."
I thought about it for a while, then I smiled. Grabbing a hold of Shawn's hand, I glided it up the center of my womb.
"Our next story begins here."
I had found everything very hard to believe as of late. But that was the day I realized that all our struggles commuted to this day.
I'd been happy ever since we got together. Unbelievably so.
Today was the day I believed that happiness, love, and peace were all real and came to those who practiced patience, kept the faith, stayed true to themselves and, like the love of my life liked to say...never gave up.

"Star-crossed lovers are the kind of lovers that only wake once in a blue moon and experience a greatness of love and an abundance of pain that no one else could ever know about or merely understand."

-CJ

THE END