An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you walk the halls of your best friend's sanctuary. Paisley Park. A place he's called home for years.

Well, one of them.

You call it his sanctuary because it's one of the places he goes when a sudden burst of inspiration hits him.

Or when he needs to escape.

You sigh again as you absentmindedly run your fingers along the wall, remembering how bad it had gotten between him and his second ex-wife, Manuela, the last time they were together. After she left him for good, he locked himself away and wouldn't talk to you for a long time. The only way you were informed of the divorce was through the media.

The media. Not the man that was supposed to be your so called "best friend."

You shared everything together. Now all of a sudden he decided to keep that from you?

Why?

As you turned the corner, you remembered how much he despised it when you'd touch the walls while you walked, but you didn't care.

You were just happy that he was talking to you. You also hoped that it was inspiration that had him stuck in Studio B and he wasn't having relationship problems.

You wouldn't be able to handle it if he started that shutting you out crap again.

In fact, that's why you had to step out of the studio and take a mini tour of the second floor to clear your mind. You felt an  argument brewing between you the second you brought up the reason you two hadn't been speaking and you just had to get out of there before you said anything you couldn't take back.

Plus, there was also that little nugget of curiosity that was eating away at you.

In all of the years you've known each other and the times you've visited him, he'd never allow you to go up to the second floor without him being with you.

And when he was with you, he'd always make sure you wouldn't touch anything in his room. Usually you'd respect his privacy.

But not this time.

This time, you wanted to see what was so special about his room and why he wouldn't let you touch any of his precious items.

Or rather, one item in particular.

You've seen it plenty of times before, wedged between two books, but you've never had the nerve to take a look just to see what it was.

Still the sight of it had you curious.

What is it? You'd always ask yourself, but when you finally got up the nerve to ask Prince about it, he just brushed it off, telling you to stop being nosy.

But you couldn't.

Something was nagging at you to see what he was hiding. And you were about to find out exactly what it was very soon.

"Here goes nothing." You mutter to yourself as you stop in front of a room that's familiar to you.

His room.

Your hand hovers over the doorknob, unsure of whether you should go through with this or not.

But curiosity overpowers any doubt that you're having.

"Stop being a wuss, ___________ . Just go inside." You tell yourself, gathering up all your courage just to open a door to a room you've been in thousands of times before.

It sounds silly, but the reasoning for why you were at his bedroom door in the first place made you even more nervous.

And you were terrified at the possibility of being caught.

"Just do it." You mumble softly, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as you finally twist the doorknob.

Your eyes slowly open once you push the door ajar. You hesitate, not fully ready to go inside, but you knew you had to.

You've come too far to back out now.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" You ask yourself when you make it inside, your eyes darting around the room. You knew no one was in the room with you, but you just did it out of force of habit.

Almost immediately, you walk over to his bookcase and grab the object of your curiosity. After examining it for a few minutes, you finally figure out what it is.

A DVD.

"What is this?" You whispered, as you sat at the edge of Prince's bed, your eyebrow raised. You flip it over in your hand, your eyes roaming over the black case, trying to find a name on it, but there was none. "That's weird."

As you stand up, preparing to put the DVD back where you found it, the back of your foot brushes against something. Naturally, you jump out fear thinking someone was under the bed, but you recover quickly as you lower yourself down to your knees, cautiously lift the blankets to take a peek under the bed and see what your foot brushed up against. You see a medium sized brown box. You pull it out from under the bed toward the middle of the floor and remove the lid.

"What the fuck?" You mutter, your eyes widening. There were about ten DVD's with different colored cases. You reach in and take out a purple colored one, hoping to find a name on it, but there wasn't one.

What is he hiding? Was the first thought that crossed your mind as you stand to your feet and walk over to his nightstand to grab the remote for the television. He rarely watched tv or movies. The tv and DVD player was only there for your benefit.

And at this very moment, you were glad they were.

Once the television was on, you adjusted the volume, making sure it wasn't too loud. You had no idea when Prince would be finished in the studio and you didn't want the volume of the television to give you away. Especially now that you're basically invading his privacy. You take a deep breath as you turn on the DVD player, deciding to pop in the one in the Purple case.

After taking a seat on his bed, you press play on the remote.

Nothing happens on the screen for a little while, causing you to wonder if anything was even on the DVD in the first place.

Until a figure walking up to the camera caught your eye.

"No way." You say in a breathy whisper as you stare back into the hazel eyes that you've become familiar with for years.

It was almost as if he was looking right at you as he adjusts the camera, a smile playing on the corners of his lips, making your heart skip a beat.

Your eyebrows furrowed at this new feeling coursing throughout your body as you tear your eyes away from the screen. It was foreign to you. You've never had feelings for you best friend before, so why now?

You bring your eyes back to the screen as a woman comes up behind him and places a kiss on the back of his neck, grabbing his attention. Your eyebrow raises. This woman looked a lot like-

"Mayte?" You breathe out in disbelief as you watch Prince turn around in her arms and place a soft kiss on her lips. This must've been filmed at the time they were together.

You grab the remote and press stop right when he pushes her toward the bed. You didn't want to see that.

You had no problem with Mayte, but you just couldn't handle seeing them together.

Not right now.

After getting up from the bed and removing the DVD, you pop in the other one that was in the black case.

You sit back on the bed and take a deep breath as you press play on the remote.

A woman comes on the screen. She's naked, laying on her back, a smile making it's way to her lips as she uses her arm to cover her face. You recognize this woman instantly.

Manuela, you thought to yourself, as your eyes never leave the screen. This must've been the last time they were together.

You hate to admit it, but you were a little jealous. First Mayte and now Manuela. It made you wonder what other women were on these DVD's.

You pressed stop on the remote, went into the box, grabbed another DVD, and removed the one inside the DVD player, switching it for one in a Red case.

You sit on the bed and press play on the remote. Before you could even look up at the screen, soft moans immediately greeted your ears.

Your head jerks up, eyes widening as you stare at the screen.

Prince was sitting on the bed. There were two women with him.

One was behind him, placing kisses on his bare shoulder blade while the other was sitting next to him, her hand inside his pants.

You knew what was going on by the way her hand was moving up and down at a rapid pace. You didn't have to see it.

As you watched the DVD, you finally realized who the two women were. He's mentioned them to you before, but you've never gotten to meet them in person.

Nandy and Maya. His dancers you remember from the 21 nights shows.

You had no idea they got down together like that.

With a soft sigh, you lay back on the bed, letting your eyes close. All you could see behind your closed lids was his hazel orbs, that smile, and that smooth butterscotch skin as your mind replayed the events from that Purple DVD.

You never realized how gorgeous he was. Until now.

Your eyes shot open and you immediately got out of bed. You pressed stop on the DVD player, removed the DVD, and replaced it with the one in the purple case.

Even though you didn't want to watch them together, you had to see him again.

You press play on the remote and wait.

Your heart starts beating a mile a minute and your breath gets caught in your throat as you watch him walk up to the camera again. You lick your lips.

He's so sexy, is the first thought that comes to your mind, but you wouldn't dare say it out loud.

You watched as Prince placed long, slow kisses down Mayte's torso stopping just before he was about to go between her legs. You lean forward, interested now. You  wondered what his next move would be.

A gasp escapes your lips as you watch him remove her underwear with his teeth. You've never seen him do something like that. Ever. Your entire body hummed with a need so strong it left you panting. One thing was very clear to you now.

You wanted him. There was no denying that.

Before long, your jeans were unbuttoned, unzipped, and your hand was inside your underwear. You've never done something like this in your best friend's bedroom, but there's always a first time for everything.

"Ah..." you moaned out, your fingers rubbing your clit at a quick pace. "Mm."

Your eyes closed as you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth. Tiny beads of sweat adorned your forehead. You were close. You could feel it.

Just a few minutes more.

"I see you've found my stash." A soft, deep voice calls out, amusement laced within his tone.

Your eyes shot open as you now sat frozen on the bed, afraid to look in his direction. How long had he been standing there?

"Don't stop on account of me. Keep going."

"I-." You were about to explain why you were in his room in the first place, and apologize for the awkward position you both were in now, but you stopped yourself. This was your best friend. He shouldn't have seen you like this. There were no words to say that could make this situation any better.

"You what?" He asks, walking toward you. He stands in front of you. "Hmm?"

"...."

He leans over, lightly placing his hands on your thighs. He presses his lips to your ear, making you shiver. "Afraid to make yourself come in front of me?"

"No."

"Liar." He shot back, now looking you in your eyes, a small smile playing on the corners of his lips.

"I'm not lying." That was another lie. You were afraid of what would happen if you did continue what you were doing. But you wouldn't tell him that.

"Prove it."

"Fine." You reluctantly tell him. He moves back so you could have some room.

"Take those off." He says, pointing to your jeans. You frown a little.

"Why?"

"They're in the way."

You sigh but do as he requested. Luckily, your shoes were already off or else it would've taken longer than it had to. You scoot back on the bed and lay your head on the pillow.

"Those too." You hear him say, referring to your underwear. You sit up on your elbows and give him a look. "Please?"

You sigh again as you remove your underwear and toss them on the floor. You were now half naked and vulnerable in front of him. Laying back down on the bed, you close your eyes. You couldn't look at him.

"Just pretend as if I'm not here." He says, but that doesn't make you feel any better about this.

You take a deep breath, wishing you could look at the tv screen, but you couldn't. If you did, your eyes would drift over to Prince. And you didn't want that.

Or did you?

"Skip?"

"Yeah?"

"C-can you talk to me?" You ask, sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't say no.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Anything."

"How about I sing to you instead?." He sits next to you on the bed. You nod.

"I'd like that."

"Okay." He clears his throat and begins to sing one of your favorite songs.

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"Wanna get lost in the mellow (mellow) of my mind. Chop a tree. Pay the cost. I'd rather have a glass of you, that's fine..."

"Mm. Keep singing." You whisper softly, your body humming with need again. The song and the way he was singing it had you excited.

"Come on over, baby, around seven. Chill in your favorite chair. You can watch a tape of this mellow after party, Macy and Common were there. Besides. You know. It takes. A while. For me. To do. My hair."

"Mm."

"Come on get lost in the mellow, mellow. Come on get lost in the mellow, mellow. How's that feel?"

"Great." You answer in a breathy whisper. He smiles a little as he stands to his feet.

"I know something that'll make you feel even better."

"What?"

He doesn't answer you, but you hear him rustling with something after a few minutes. He walks back over to the bed and sits down once he finds what he was looking for. A buzzing noise sounds throughout the room.

"Here. Put this on your clit. It'll feel so good." He hands you the object. You take it with your freehand.

You move your other hand away from your lower half and replace it with the object, holding it there.

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"Oh my..." a soft moan escapes your parted lips. It felt as if the vibrations were rolling through your body the more you held the object closer to your lower half.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Mhm."

"I told you it would." He says, smiling a little. "Now, take it away."

"What?"

"Take it away." He repeats himself. You sigh, but do as you're told. Even though you don't want to. He leans over and spits on your clit. He takes his thumb and rubs it a couple of times.

"Oh..." you moan out and tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, your hips bucking forward slightly. He moves his hand after a few minutes.

"Now, put it back." He says. You immediately place the object back onto your lower half, making a soft moan escape your parted lips.

"Ah...Mm..."

"Take it away again." He tells you, his eyes slowly roaming over your frame. You do as you are told. Immediately, he slides his index and middle fingers into your wetness, making your eyes roll back and another moan leave your lips.

You wanted to curse, yell, scream, something to express how good he was making you feel, but you couldn't. There was a no cursing rule that was strictly enforced by Prince. And you had to follow it whether you liked it or not.

"Ah..."

"You have no idea how much I want to taste you right now." He mutters, his fingers hitting your spot repeatedly. You push your hips up in time with his fingers.

"Then do it."

"Not yet." He replies. "Right now, I'd rather make you come with my fingers. Then I'd use my tongue to make you come again."

"Mm...I'd love that."

"I figured you would." He says jokingly, a smirk playing on the corners of his lips. "If you're a good girl, I may even give you the other thing you've been wanting from me for years."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, you do." He says. "You're just acting like you don't."

"I-I really don't." You reply, your breathing hitches as his fingers repeatedly slide in and out of you creating long strokes. "Mm."

"Liar. I see how you look at me. I'm not blind."

"I-I'm not lying."

"Yes, you are. You wouldn't be letting me do this if you didn't feel something toward me."

"I-I didn't ask you to do this. I was fine on my own."

"But you wanted me to."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You did. So did I."

"You di--you did n--not." You moaned out, feeling yourself getting close. You were almost there.

"I did." He confessed, his fingers now moving in and out of you at rapid pace. "There have been so many times when I wanted to kiss you, but I didn't want to ruin what we have."

"You should've kissed me. I wou-would've l-let y-you....Mm..."

"Really?"

"Mmm-hmm...oh God..."

"You're almost there. Come for me, Mama."

That was all you needed to send you over the edge. Your body shook as your release  came quickly. Prince removed his fingers from inside you and placed them into his mouth, sucking lightly.

"My God." He says, groaning softly. "You taste so good. Just like I imagined."

"You imagined how I would taste?" You ask as you sit up on your elbows, a shy smile making its way to your lips.

A mischievous smirk plays on the corners of his lips as he brings his fingers up to his mouth again.

"All the time." He replies and places his fingers into his mouth, lightly sucking them.