Love... | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 10358 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not know Chris Brown, Rihanna or their associates. I don't claim the places, designer brands, songs,movies or anything else mentioned. They all belong to their respective owners. I don't make money from this story. This is a |
I feel extremely silly writing this. I’m not new to fan fiction since I’ve written several anime fictions in the past. However I am new to writing about celebrities. The thing is I’m worried about the characterization of the people. I don’t know these people so obviously I cannot grasp how they are in real life. I can only go by what is presented to me in the media which may, or may not be an accurate portrayal of the people. Nevertheless, I hope my story entertains you.
I’ve been a Chrianna stan since 2008 and I never stopped liking Chris Brown and Rihanna as a couple. However things between them changed in 2012 and I feel that it’s time for me to get my feet wet in the wonderful world of celebrity fan fiction.
Now I must warn you: this story has absolutely no direction whatsoever! Basically what that means is I honestly don’t know where I’m going with this story! I’m merely writing as things, scenarios come to my mind. That is all.
The good old disclaimer: I do not know Chris Brown, Rihanna or their associates. I have no claim to the places, designer brands, songs, movies or anything else mentioned in this story. They all belong to their respective owners. I do not make money from this story, so lawyers, please leave me alone. This is a work of fiction that comes from the mind of a late-aged-twenty-something-year-old woman with no life.
Now for the 2 maybe 3 people that will be reading this story, this fiction set in an alternate universe! Alternate universe as defined by Wikipedia: An alternative universe (also known as alternate universe or alternate reality), commonly abbreviated as AU, is a type or form of in which canonical facts of setting or characterization in the universe being explored or written about are deliberately changed.
Stories that fall into this definition are usually what-ifs, where possibilities arising from different circumstances or character decisions are explored. Unlike regular fan fiction, which generally remains within the boundaries of the canon set out by the author, alternative universe fiction writers like to explore the possibilities of pivotal changes made to characters' history, motivations or environment.
Get it? Got it? Good. If you’re a grammar Nazi and would like to beta my story, please feel free to contact me!
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Love… Chapter 1
Beautiful. #lovinglife
A young woman sent the message to her 15 million followers, better known as the "Rihanna Navy" on the popular social network Twitter. The multiplatinum recording artist turned off her BlackBerry before tossing it on the cottage’s bamboo dresser, accidently knocking it into a complimentary fruit bowl. With a nonchalant shrug, she tightened the knot on her gray, thick terry cloth robe before exiting the room to rest on the patio. She sat comfortably in one of the two plush bamboo patio chairs and looked out at the beautiful scene before her behind dark Gucci sunglasses.
Taking refuge from the scorching sun underneath the large umbrella that was rooted in the center of the bamboo patio table, Robyn Fenty better known as the worldwide pop star, Rihanna, lightly fanned herself to fend off the 86-degree, March weather. Her hazel-green eyes scanned the landscape, taking in the lush deep-green hills that sat atop of the sapphire waters of the South Pacific Ocean. Surrounding the water was sand as white as diamonds that reflected the multitude of colors of the spectrum when the sunlight’s rays glazed gently over it.
Rihanna curled her toes in her thong sandals, imagining the soft sand underneath and in between her toes, cushioning her feet with every step she took on the beach.
Turning her head left, the songstress barely glanced at the outdoor pool next to the patio. The water was a light topaz-blue, and the wind coming from the ocean caused small ripples to move inside the pool. As with the patio, the pool was also surrounded by the native plants of Fiji, encasing the pool in an array of colors.
Mentally patting herself on the back for wearing shades, the singer tilted her head back and looked into the light-blue sky. There she saw clouds as white and thick as cotton slowly gliding above the ocean, casting gentle shadows wherever they roamed. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, breathing in the fresh air of the island of Fiji, while the island air caused the strands of her shoulder-length, soft, brownish-black hair to caress her face.
The recording star was thankful for her mini-vacation, even though she knew she would have to face reality once the trip was over. She turned her head in the direction of the master bath when she heard the sounds of water draining from the bathtub. She assumed her lover was finished with his bath. Shrugging for the second time that day, Rihanna faced the dazzling landscape of their private beach once more.
She, along with another multiplatinum recording artist, Chris Brown, decided to take a week getaway to somewhere private, away from the scrutiny of the media, public, friends, family, and fans. Together they decided on Fiji's Wakaya Island. In Fiji no one knew their name. No one knew who they were. To the accommodating staff, they were just a regular couple on a romantic getaway seeking privacy. And both stars were very thankful for that.
No cameras, video recorders, or phones were allowed. However since she and Chris rented their own private island for the week, they were able to keep their cell phones.
On the other hand, getting to Fiji was tricky Rihanna reflected. She told her manager and mentor Sean Carter, also known as the world-famous rapper Jay-Z, she was going away for seven days to Hawaii per his suggestion for another vacation. She knew he was angry that she rekindled her romance with her ex-boyfriend in spite of everything that happened between her and Chris three years prior. Sean was so upset at the decision his artist made to rekindle the fire with her old flame, that he gave a song that was written for her to another artist he manages!
Sean wanted Rihanna to move out of the States to live in the United Kingdom. He told her that it would help her to get over wanting to be with Chris. Rihanna vehemently refused, but decided that it would be best if she were to get away for a relaxing mini-retreat to the island of Hawaii. Since Sean knew that Hawaii was one of Rihanna’s favorite vacation spots, and he knew she would be far away from Chris, he eventually agreed.
So the songstress flew to Hawaii with her best friend, Melissa. Together the couple checked into a hotel and when they got to their room, it was then Rihanna told Melissa of her plans to vacation with Chris.
“There’s nothing you can do to stop me, Mel.” Rihanna told her friend sternly in her heavy Caribbean accent. “My plane to Fiji leaves tonight.” She reached for her luggage and headed towards the room’s door. Looking over her shoulder, Rihanna addressed Melissa one more time. “Oh, and you’re the only person who knows about this trip. So if it’s in the tabloids when I return, I know who to blame.”
Folding her arms over her chest, Melissa fired back, “No matter how many times I try to knock some sense into you about Chris, you just go and do what you want to do! You never listen to me!”
“Nope, I never do,” Rihanna calmly retorted. Adjusting the frames over her face, she faced the door again. Reaching for the knob, she gave her best friend the two-finger ‘peace’ sign, before saying, “Deuces,” and closing the door.
In spite of being one of the best-selling artists of all time, Rihanna made it through the airport without being noticed, thanks to a disguise consisting of a long, black wig with bangs, so long they nearly covered her eyes, a light mustache that gave her the appearance of having thin facial hair above her upper lip, and thick, beige false teeth. She changed in the car on her way to the airport so no one would be fooled by her disguise.
The recording artist told her driver that she wanted to do some shopping alone without drawing attention to herself with her bodyguards around, thus explaining her disguise. So the driver let Rihanna out in a popular shopping district. She told the driver not to wait for her because she would catch a taxi back to the hotel. Once the driver sped away, Rihanna rode with a taxi to the airport. From there she flew to Fiji.
She arrived first and was greeted with a chorus of singers and a bottle of champagne. Not wanting to blow her cover, Rihanna checked in under a false name; she let the staff know that her partner would be arriving some time later. The staff gave her a two-way radio so she could keep in contact with them when needed. She kept on her disguise until she entered her cottage.
Once inside, the singer exhaled loudly and dropped her bags in the middle of the luxurious living room. Their living room had both an ocean and garden view of the variety of tropical, exotic flowers that sprung from the lush, green grass outside. Removing her aching feet from her Christian Louboutin heels, Rihanna reveled in the cool wood of the golden hardwood floors when she slowly walked around the living room. The cold, hardwood floor ebbed the pain in her feet while she took in simple beauty of the décor.
The high ceilings were angled and suspended from them was a golden wooden ceiling fan. Light brown wicker furniture was centered in the room, with multicolored pillows accentuating the pieces. Various oil paintings were strategically placed along the walls, which were decorated in a in a light-brown, beige woven pattern.
Walking some more, the singer no longer felt the smooth wood. The cold, pewter-colored stone of the floor was rough underneath her feet. She realized she stepped outside and into the master bathroom. Her breath caught in her throat while her mouth gaped open. Stone, gray walls surrounded the tub, which was raised on a stone platform.
Dark gray, light gray and white candles surrounded the tub, along with wild red flowers placed gray in clay vases. Indian art carved in stone was the centerpiece of the master bathroom. Immediately Rihanna already envisioned her and Chris spending several romantic nights in just the bath.
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Shaking her head from her daydream of earlier that day, Rihanna’s eyes devoured the heavenly view before her again before she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her shoulders. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the chest of her dream man, inhaling his natural aroma.
“It’s nice, ain’t it, luv?” Chris drawled out in his southern accent, overlooking the scenery. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her soft hair before inhaling her sweet scent.
Holding on to his arms, the 5'8 Bajan beauty swayed from left to right before answering. “Very.” She caressed his arms, loving the smooth feel of his skin underneath her fingertips. Opening her eyes, Rihanna released her hold on Chris and turned to face him.
“You’re not wearing your robe.” Her eyes drank in the bare skin of his toned chest, covered only in a plethora of tattoos over light caramel skin. Her eyes continued their journey downwards and stopped at the gray towel wrapped around his waist.
Grinning sexily at his secret lover, Chris’ hands instinctively reached for the tuck in his towel. Arrogantly boasting, he asked, “Didja thank I would? I could always take it off, y’know?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, which made Rihanna laugh in return.
Last month in February Rihanna invited Chris to her pre-birthday party on Valentine’s Day. A week later when they both released remixes of their songs on her 24th birthday, February 20th, there was a lot of speculation about the two reconciling. They both expected media backlash, but neither expected to have just as many people supporting them as a couple, again.
Nevertheless most people would wonder why the superstar would invite the man who abused her into her life again. On the outside looking in, people awed at her flawless beauty. Rihanna possessed smooth, Chai latte skin that was sweeter than any beverage. Adorning her skin were a few intricate tattoos in various places throughout her body. Her piercing hazel-green eyes were the most stunning feature of her body. Her irises glistened like birthstones with the outline a unique peridot which fused with a deep citrine color surrounding her pupils. The songstress recalled countless times when her ex-boyfriend would compliment her daily about her “pretty eyes”.
Rihanna was moderately curvy in all the right places. While the entire world adored her gorgeous eyes, Rihanna always favored her backside as her most liked body part. Her ass wasn’t too big; it wasn’t too small, either. No cellulite or stretch marks covered her firm, ripe, round derrière. Regardless of some people in the media protesting about her racy performances when she toured, the singer always made sure to show off her curvaceous asset during every show when she performed.
Her breasts weren’t big; she was a small B-cup. However, they were unique because she decided to have them pierced sometime after her eighteenth birthday. Rihanna chuckled lightly recalling the times Chris, who was only seventeen at the time, would lay in bed with her and spend hours playing with and suckling her pierced nipples.
“Damn, gurl,” he spoke while he admired the small dumbbells in her hardened, mocha peaks. His dark brown eyes were wide with awe and his jaw slackened in admiration. “I ain’t neva seen no shit like this befo’e.”
To say that men wanted her was an understatement. Rihanna was one of the most desired women on the planet. She could have any man she wanted… except for the man she truly wanted. Most would consider her a fool for secretly going back to Chris, but when it comes to matters of her heart, the world didn’t have to understand. She only wanted one person to understand how she truly felt.
Blinking away her memories-past, Rihanna slid her chair back, faced her lover, stood, and circled her arms around his neck. “Yeah, why don’t you do that?” She lightly rubbed her center against his protruding member, which in turn caused her to shiver in delight. Clutching his head in her hands, she softly blew in his ear and whispered, “Because for what I have in mind, you won’t need it. I can already feel you getting hard…”
Chris slipped his hands inside Rihanna’s robe and clutched at the firm, round cheeks of her bare ass. Giving her ass a few delicate smacks, he replied, “Shit… you ain’t said nuthin’ but-a word.”
The Bajan took a few steps forward, and her lover took a few steps backwards. Never breaking their embrace, they walked in sync until the back of Chris’ calves touched the bed. He laid back and pulled Rihanna flush against his body.
Straddling his waist, Rihanna slowly untied the knot to her robe and teased the singer by flashing the smooth curves of her cleavage. “Tell me, how bad do ya want it?” She husked.
Never letting go of her ass, Chris sat up and touched his forehead against the side of songstress’ head. Slowly, painstakingly his tongue trailed the outer shell of her ear, leaving behind a thin path of hot saliva on her skin. He pursed his lips and blew along her ear, instantly cooling it, and making Rihanna hotter in the process.
“I’m gon’ fuck tha’ tight, sweet pusseh so hard,” he whispered in that southern drawl she loved so much, “tha’ ya gon’ feel my dick hittin’ yo’ spine.”
Liquid fire pooled from between the pop star’s legs, instantly soaking Chris’ towel from his vulgar words. She rested her head over his shoulder and dug her nails in the flesh of his upper arms, leaving crescent moon shapes in his skin. Sinking her teeth in his neck, Rihanna released her mouth to say, “Yes… Fuck me, lover. I want it hard. I want it in the worst way.”
Chris chuckled at her words. He bounced his pelvis against hers causing the mattress to rise and fall rhythmically with their bodies. “Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake…” he smoothly chanted the chorus to their urban hit, “Birthday Cake”.
Rihanna smiled provocatively and chanted along with him. She reached for the back of his head and pulled him forward into a lustful kiss that made his toes curl. “What are you waiting for, nigga?” She broke their kiss to say. “Come blow my candles out.”
The singer hissed in anticipation as he leaned back again, bringing the ultra-sexy superstar against him once more.
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And that closes chapter 1. The introductory chapters are always the most difficult to write! Let me know if I should continue. And for the flamers, save it. I wasn’t born yesterday and I wasn’t living under a rock, either. I’m fully aware of what happened between Chris and Rihanna 3 years ago. Welcome to the wonderful world of fiction where anything goes!
For information about the suite I have featured here, visit: wakaya.com/resort/welcome-to-wakaya There were several rooms featured and I sort of just combined them into one master cottage.
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