Télékinésie: Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Uncertainty filled his heart within the first moment of their kiss. He couldn't deny that the tender warmth of her lips made his heart swell but he had never felt so conflicted in his mind during a kiss before. He was sure that the male was supposed to be the one to make the first move, anthropologically speaking men have always been the ones in charge. That was his first uncertainty. Was their kiss wrong because she had kissed him when he clearly should have been the one to kiss her? Then there was the problem with the fact that she was naked in his lap and he was sure that now probably was not the time to take her virginity no matter how badly the situation demanded it. Additionally, not only was he kissing a biological artefact but he was kissing a client in some ways. This was unprofessional, doomed, morally wrong and sexually challenging for him. 
                          
Oh well. 
                          
His right hand slipped around to the small of her back while his left found it's way to the back of her neck and pulled her in closer to deepen what had turned from a simple kiss to a full make out session on her bed. He was sat up straight, feeling her chest against his as her arms wrapped around his neck before he used his right hand to pull her lower body further up his lap and on to his crotch. 
                          
Very unprofessional, obviously doomed, morally wrong and even more sexually challenging.
                          
Unable to really control himself in this moment he slid his tongue into her mouth and let his hand fall to her ass where he grabbed it and messaged it slowly causing a small and almost undetectable moan to escape her mouth finding it's way to his ears. He smiled at the heavenly noise and kissed her just a little harder when a sudden smashing noise  pulled them away from each other. They both gasped and looked up at the ceiling where all the lights had shattered and glass had fallen to the floor. 
                          
"Sorry." She whispered as she dropped her head and her face burned in embarrassment. He laughed a little and rested his hands on either side of her waist with a smile as he licked his lips looking at her.  
                          
"Don't be." Shawn told her, she grinned and looked at him biting down on her lip. The two stared at each other for a moment before both of their mouths pulled themselves up into a wide grin and she giggled while he chuckled. "May I take you out to dinner, Miss Knowles?" Shawn asked her as he massaged at her sides. She placed her hands over his loving the feeling and nodded her head slowly, 
                          
"Of course you may but I have to worn you, I tend not to travel very far." The two laughed again despite the honest nature of the comment and then Shawn rested his head on her chest wrapping his arms around her and hugging at her body. She could still feel him and it felt so strange but there wasn't a way to stop it. She could feel the excitement running through him, she could distinctly make out the respect and admiration he had for her and in most ways it all scared her but in others she thought it to be absolutely perfect.  She lifted his head and smiled down at him, "Comfy?" She asked with a grin, 
                          
"Very." He answered. She let her smile fall slightly and then placed her hand on his chest again and closed her eyes. She had learned that although she could feel his emotions, it was so much easier to really feel his memories and thoughts if she placed her hand over his heart. Finding someone who was willing to share all of your fears and desires was rare; so he loved her for trying but he also hated himself for hurting her with his own pain. He saw her face pull into a cringe and then wince in pain before biting down on her lip to stop it from quivering. He took her hand away and then kissed her finger tips,
                          
"Stop it, you'll make yourself sad." He commanded carefully.  She nodded her head slowly and he helped her up from his lap so that she sat beside him with her head on his shoulder.  
                          
"Tell me about him" She whispered. He looked down at her with a gulp and nodded his head, 
                          
"Well-" He began with a deep sigh. "My mom met my dad at an art class when she was 17-" Beyonce gleamed and looked up at him as if to say: 'so that's where you get it from'. It was well known in the lab that Shawn was an exceptional artist. "Man, I wish I could show you some of the things she used to paint. She was incredible, but young and silly. My dad was 25 years old, hansom, a bad boy with a soft artistic side but most importantly he was full of dreams. He told her about all the incredible things he was planning to do and she believed in him, she never had a single doubt in her mind because she always believed in hard work and talent. Then,  everything he said we was going to do... he did. They had money and a stable life when she was only 19 but then she got pregnant and things changed. He said he didn't want children and he started beating her, according to my family that's when everything went downhill for him. His business flopped, he lost all his money and on top of that they had a baby on the way. She stayed with him, somehow seeing some sort of light in him that no one else saw while he beat her every night, raped her every other day and then had four children he didn't love with her. He blamed every one of us for failures in his life and spent most of the time molesting my sisters, beating on me and my brother and calling us every name under the sun. When I was 13 he just left. I think my mom finally cracked and wanted to call the police or something so he left. I don't know, what I do know is that I'm grateful he's gone." Shawn shifted in his seat and then looked down at Beyoncé who gave him a sympathetic look.