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running-in-the-dark Β· 10 months ago
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wait is Lana just gone now?? like forever?? nooo I love her 😭
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miyuhpapayuh Β· 1 year ago
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21. Silk.
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"I'm so glad you're here. I haven't seen you, since... Gloria left us." The tears start to fall from both of their eyes.
"I... I'm sorry, I packed up and left. I just couldn't stay here." Moving their hands from her face, she lets them swing at their sides.
"I don't blame you, baby doll. We all needed our timeβ€” hell, we still need it. I'm just glad that you came to see us. To see me. I missed you terribly."
"I missed you, too. We've got lots to talk about."
"Yes, we do. Rina, dear, will you let us catch up, please?"
"Of course. I'll let you know when lunch is ready." She heads out and closes the door behind herself.
Stevie sits down in the red recliner that sits next to his, sliding her boots off and pulling out the footrest.
"How was your flight?"
"I hate planes and my nerves were shot, but I made it." She sighs. He nods, fiddling with his wedding band.
"Planes are a death machine, I believe. Every time Gloria and I would travel, she made sure to say that on every plane we'd ever gotten on."
"She loved to travel, man. I remember she took me to Puerto Rico with her, one summer. I ate the best food and got the best tan of my life!," she laughs.
"Yeah?, is that when you learned Spanish?" She nods, twiddling her thumbs.
"Mhm. She made sure to drill it in me. I couldn't go to the pool, until I could have a full conversation with her in Spanish."
"You wanna know something?"
"Always."
"I've sat in front of this window for the last three years and hadn't spoken a word to anyone, about anything. I just watched the wind rustle through those red leaves and cry. Gloria knows I hate crying and she left me, anyway." He looks away from her.
"What made you start talking, again?"
"You."
"Me?," her tone full of curiosity. "Why me?"
"I thought about you and how broken up you were. If that fiery old woman meant anything to anyone, it was you. Oh, she loved you with all her heart." He pats her leg. "I just kept seeing your face in my head and I wanted to see you. I don't even think, I realized that you had left. I was numb to everything. But, I'd gotten tired of feeling that wayβ€” it was hard, losing her. She'd been my sweetheart for fifty years and she left me."
"I never thought about how hard this was on you. I was being super selfish and I'm sorry."
It stung, watching him tear up over the only woman he'd ever loved.
"No, dear... it's okay,"
"It's not, grandpa. I should've checked on you. You've been without your heart for three years."
The look in her eyes is one he knows, all too well.
"You're in love, aren't you?" She wipes her tears away and pulls her knees up to her chest.
"How'd you know?"
"You've got that look. What's his name?"
"Roderick." He smiles.
"How long has it been?"
"It'll be a year in May."
"Oh, it's still fresh!"
"In the measure of time, yes. But, I feel like I've known him my whole life."
"She's the most amazing girl I've ever met." Aunt Rina, Jade and Stevie's mom, Victoria, who showed up an hour ago with her husband, Gene, swoon as Rod talks about Stevie.
"Where did she find you? Are there more where you came from?" Jade raises an eyebrow in question.
"Unfortunately, I'm one of a kind, and if anybody found anybody, it was me that found her."
"Hm. La perra afortunada." Jade says, gets swatted with the hand towel right after.
"Ouch, ma!"
"Watch your language, in this house. Lo juro, ustedes pierden la cabeza a veces. Β‘JesΓΊs!"
"I was just playing!"
"Well, knock it off! Act like the good Lord gave you some sense." Victoria cuts her eyes at her niece, before looking back to Rod. "You wanna tell them the story of how you two met?"
"I'm always up for that.," he chuckles. "Stevie would kill me, if she knew I was telling it, which makes it even funnier. Last year, I was coming from the cafe and I basically wiped her outβ€”" Mateo cackles, loudly. "It's as funny as it sounds, for real. I got off a few jokes about her being as small as she is and she wasn't feelin' itβ€” she laughed, but she wasn't feelin' itβ€” but, I asked for her number and the rest is history, my friends."
"Wow, you got her mean ass to be nice to you? That's wild." Derrick shakes his head. "She used to beat us up."
"Oh, she definitely gave me a run for my money, in the beginning, but mama ain't raise no quitter. I'm built for it."
"Are you?" Gene asks, amusement laced in his tone.
Rod laughs, shaking his head. "I am!"
"You're not," Stevie says, as she steps into the living room with her grandpa. Rod scans her face, frowning at her puffy, red eyes.
"Hey ma, hey dad." She heads over to her parents, kissing their cheeks.
"Hey, honey. You look beautiful."
"That's your twin, I swear." Her grandpa adds.
"They're both gorgeous, so it works." Gene replies.
"Abuelo, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Roderick."
He stands up, standing almost eye-to-eye with the older man, extending his hand.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir."
"Likewise, son. I've heard a lot about you. You can call me Jorge." Giving his hand a firm shake, he gives him a warm smile.
"Good things, I hope."
"Very good things, son. You've got yourself a dime."
"I'm forever lucky to have found her," he glances at her, watching her blush, profusely.
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After lunch, the photo albums are spread out and everybody's currently ripping into Stevie about how chubby she was.
"Look at those cheeks!" Jade points to a picture of Stevie. She had to be around two or three years old, her curls were tossed all over her head and she was sitting on the lap of her favorite person, her grandma.
"Ugh, I was ugly." She laughs, leaning back into Rod.
"The lies. You were the cutest baby I've ever seen." He rubs her thigh and presses his face against her arm as she sits on his lap.
"Oh, you're a slick one." Aunt Rina points her finger at him, laughing to herself. Stevie playfully rolls her eyes.
"I'm innocent." He winks.
"Mhm. I'm keeping my eye on you." She playfully threatens.
"Ooh, look! I haven't seen these pictures in years!" Jade flips the page and points to the black and white pictures of her grandparents, looking like something straight out of a movie.
"Aw, y'all were sharp! When was this?" Stevie asks her abuelo.
"This was after church, one day. Gloria wanted ice cream really badly, I could never say no to her, so I drove fifteen miles to the nearest parlor and got her, her favorite ice cream. Anybody know what it is?”
"Pistachio!" They all say in unison, laughing.
"Fifteen miles?! That's some love." Derrick shakes his head. "We'd have to go in on gas money, together."
"Oh, brother." Jade says.
"That's a little triflin', don't you think?" Rod asks.
"How?"
"It's fifteen miles. That's not much."
"You'd drive that far for Stevie?" Derrick questions.
Rod laughs. "I'd drive around the world for her."
"You'd never ask for gas money?" Mateo asks.
"Nope. Men don't worry β€˜bout things like that. If she offered, it'd be a different story, but I'd never ask and never stress over it."
"You've got you a good one." Uncle Don nods in Stevie's direction.
"I know, right." She cheeses.
The front door opens and closes. "Dad!," a female voice calls out.
"In the kitchen!," he yells back.
"I'm so sorry, I'm late. The traffic out there is terribleβ€”" rounding the corner, Stevie's aunt Isabela and cousin Adrienne walk into the spacious kitchen.
"Stevie, hi!" Her aunt rounds the table and leans down for a hug. "Ugh!, you get prettier, every time I see you."
"Cut it out! How've you been?"
"I've been goodβ€” not as good as you, I see." She darts her eyes towards Rod, who's growing used to being the center of attention.
"This is my boyfriend, Rod. Rod, this is my aunt, Isabela." They shake each other's hand.
"It's nice to meet you, dear."
"Nice to meet you, too."
"Adrienne, are you gonna come and speak?"
"She doesn't have to." Stevie says, abruptly. "It's totally fine."
"Hey, everybody....Hey, Stevie." Adrienne replies, sarcastically, moving the phone away from her ear. "So nice of you to join your family, again."
Stevie blinks. Rod wraps an arm around her waist, sensing the hostility in the air. Gene takes a mental note, chuckling to himself.
"My boy," he mumbles to himself.
"Usually, I'd stoop to your pathetic level, but I'm not gonna do it."
"And, why is that?" Adrienne folds her arms across her busty chest.
"Because, you're simply not worth it. Go take your phone call and stop talking to me."
Adrienne stomps away into the living room, leaving Stevie to roll her eyes.
"You two have never gotten along," her grandpa points out. "Why is that?"
"She's rude. It could've been cool, had she not said what she said. That wasn't necessary."
"No, it wasn't. I'm sorry." Isabella apologizes.
"Aren't you tired of apologizing for her behavior? She's too old for that."
Sighing, Stevie excuses herself, heading down the hall to the bathroom.
"I'm gonna kill somebody, before I leave." Washing her hands, she opens the door and comes face to face with Adrienne.
"So... you finally get a man and decide to show your face, huh?" The malice in her voice is as thick as the blood pumping through Stevie's veins.
Blowing out a breath, Stevie walks past her, back down the hallway. Adrienne grabs her wrist and pulls her back. "I'm talking to you."
"Don't touch me." She grits, roughly smacking her hand away.
"What's your problem, bitch?" Stevie's eyes widen at the word that ever so, carelessly flies out of her mouth.
"Excuse me?," Rod comes around the corner and zeroes in on Stevie cracking her knuckles, quickly getting between the two.
"Move, Rod. She wanna call me out of my name! I swear, I'll beat your ass in this house. It's never an issue."
"You talk a lot for someone who hasn't swung yet."
Stevie pushes against her brick wall of a boyfriend, trying to get past him.
"Stevie, what's going on?" Her mom and aunt Isabela come into the hall and throw puzzled glances at each other.
"Adrienne's lost her mind. Calling me a bitch and making comments, like she knows me."
"I do know you! You're a flake! You show up, when it's convenient for you, like now. How long has it been since you've been down here?"
"Convenient for me?," taking all her strength, she moves Rod aside. "I'm not here for me, Adrienne. I'm not here for you. I'm here for my grandpa. I'm here to properly mourn my grandma. I'm here to see my family. I'm not here to get into these stupid ass arguments with youβ€” got me showin' out in here. It's always some bullshit with you, why? Why do you always have to be up my ass? Weren't you the one that went ghost on everybody, after she died? That was you, right?" The hot tears that stream down her face catch her off guard.
"Stevie.," her mom touches her shoulder, making her flinch and rush back into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.
Rod immediately heads towards the door, softly knocking on the old fashioned, wooden door. "Stevie.."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Victoria asks Adrienne, whose smug grin hasn't faltered.
"Getting her to see that she's the issue. She dipped on us, right? This was hard on everybody and she left."
"Oh, please!," Jade comes in, "you don't remember how you showed your ass, after the funeral? How you left and nobody could find your stupid ass for a week?!"
"Who was talking to you?"
"Who cares? Why won't you take accountability for your own actions? You think abuelo wants to hear you in here bitching about shit that don't concern you? Get you some business and stop bothering Stevie."
Adrienne gets in her face.
"And, if I don't? What are you going to do?"
"Keep it up. You'll definitely find out." Aunt Rina pulls Jade back into the kitchen, while Adrienne is pushed out the front door by her mom.
"Stevie... Please open the door." Rod pleads for the third time, finally hearing the lock click and seeing the door crack open.
Sliding in, he closes the door behind himself and pulls her into a hug, sighing roughly as her raspy sobs break through.
"Shh.... I gotchu."
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After an hour or so, Stevie emerges from the bathroom and heads into the living room, not even caring about her overly puffy eyes.
"I think we should check into our hotel now. Sorry about all of that, earlier.”
"Hotel?," abuelo asks, "you didn't come all this way to stay in a hotel, doll."
"Well, it's not just me, here. I didn't know if it was okay with you, if the both of us stayed."
"You never asked, neither. Your boyfriend is family now. He's just as welcome as you've always been." Him and Rod bump fists, making her crack a smile.
"Really?"
"Do you know how big this house is? Your aunt Rina and her knuckle-headed kids, including Don, stay here from time to time and remember, this was your home, at a point. You stayed here many summers."
"I know, I know."
"I'd be quite offended if you didn't stay."
"Okay, fine! We'll stay, old man."
He laughs.
"Good. You need help getting your bags out of the car?"
"If y'all don't mind," she pokes her lip out, catching her older cousin’s eyes, who blows out a breath.
Rod smiles and kisses her forehead, before leading Derrick outside.
"Come sit, sweetheart."
Plopping down on the soft cushion, Stevie sighs. "Is she still here?"
"No, she left like, an hour ago. Nobody wants to be around that energy for too long." Don answers.
"I'm not apologizing for her, but I am sorry. You didn't deserve that." Jade adds.
"I've been through a lot of things that I haven't deserved. I'm starting to think, that's a part of life." She shrugs.
"Things like what?" Mateo asks.
"You don't wanna know. Trust me."
Stevie watches them come back in, hauling the suitcases inside, head upstairs and into the room. She stands and heads up, sliding away from the doorway as Derrick exits.
"Thanks, D."
"Of course." He pulls her into a side-hug, before walking away.
Stevie walks into the room and looks around, a faint smile gracing her lips.
"This was the room that I used to stay in, when I'd visit in the summer." She giggles at the red floor lamp.
"If there's one thing about my grandma, she never matched when it came to furniture." She walks over to the bed and unzips her suitcase, pulling her clothes out.
Sliding up behind her, Rod wraps her up in his arms. "Are you okay? Truthfully."
"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm still mad at her, but I'm fine." He presses kisses to her cheek.
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"Everything," she turns around in his hold, "I love you."
"I love you, too."
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"I could eat this for the rest of my life." Rod blurts, before eating another spoonful of cremita de maiz, a Puerto Rican version of cream of wheat.
"It's good, huh?" Gene chuckles, biting into his darkened toast. Stevie shakes her head, cutting into her pancakes.
"I don't like cream of wheat, but the sugar and cinnamon is enough for me to not mind it." Aunt Rina pats Rod's shoulders.
"I like him. Keep him."
"I plan on it." Stevie concurs.
"Mornin', mornin'.," Derrick enters the kitchen and grabs a green apple out of the fruit basket on the kitchen table.
"Good morning, man." Him and Rod slap hands.
"Morning.," Stevie scrunches up her face as Derrick kisses her forehead.
"My girlfriend's comin' through, later. I thought I'd be nice and take y'all out. There's this club out in West Hollywood, Silk, that's always jumpin'."
"It'd be fun to let my hair down. I'm up for it! Baby?" She turns to Rod to see how he feels.
"You know I'm with whatever you with, mama."
"It's settled," Derrick announces with a clap of his hands, "y'all better not punk out on me like a couple lames."
"Ain't nobody finna punk out, meathead," she flicks him in the temple.
"You lucky you my cousin, I'd put ya lil ass in a headlock."
"Cut it out, you two," Rina cuts into the pair's back and forth, "y'all are not twelve years old anymore."
"She started it," Derrick pouts.
"I didn't start it. You started it."
"Β‘Ya!," she nips the impending back and forth in the bud, "Do I have to ground your grown asses??"
"No, tΓ­a."
"No, mama." They respond simultaneously. Rod has to chuckle at how quickly she gets the two adults together.
After breakfast, Stevie and Jade are in the living room sprawled out on the sofa, with Rod kicking it on the floor right below Stevie's head.
She gasps seemingly randomly, making Jade look up.
"What's up?"
"I don't have anything to wear tonight! Nothing nice enough to step into a club named Silk at least."
"You know what that means right, cuz? Shopping trip!" She does a little shimmy at the idea of going to the mall. "I hope you grew out of that awkward phase from high school, because you will not be walking in the club with me dressed like Lisa Turtle."
"Β‘ChΓ­ngate!"
That sends Jade into a giggle fit. "I'm just kidding, Alaina." She pinches her cousin's reddened cheek.
"Who the hell is Lisa Turtle?", Rod speaks up, genuinely confused.
"You never watched Saved by the Bell??", Jade asks.
"Do I look like somebody that watched something called Saved by the Bell?", he retorts jokingly.
"Fair," she says with a laugh, "well, my girl just could not dress. Walked out the house looking like the 80's threw up on her every morning. I'm talking big shoulders, loud ass colors and patterns, them big ass bows in her head, mom jeans", she visibly shudders at the memory, "and kitten heels when she was feeling herself, but my boo got it together, though."
"Damn baby girl, you were out here on your Madonna shit?", he ends with a Windex laugh.
"Like a virgin!" Jade sings, falling into another laughing fit at her own antics.
"You can kiss the fattest part of my ass, Jade!" Stevie throws a pillow at her head making her laugh even harder.
"Ehhh, I'll let Rod handle that, babe."
"I need a new goddamn family," Stevie says under her breath, readjusting her position on the couch.
"Oh please, you love us."
"Debatable." Jade's jaw drops, and it's Stevie's turn to laugh. "I'm just kidding, Lorena." She mocks her earlier sentiment.
The rest of the morning is full of more laughter and embarrassing childhood stories.
Around 3pm, the girls decided to make their excursion to the nearby shopping mall, letting the boys play video games on Derrick's PlayStation.
They traversed almost the entire mall looking for the perfect dress for the evening, but nothing was tickling Stevie's fancy.
That was until they came to a boutique at the very end of the mall, Luxe.
The dresses in the window were stunning enough to have them both make their way inside.
They both skim through the racks, loving everything they saw, when Stevie shrieks.
"Girl, what?? You saw a rat?"
"No, fool! I found the perfect look for tonight."
"Let me see it!"
Stevie holds the pale blue 2-piece set against her body.
"Ooh, bitch! That's hella fly. Rod's gonna have a fit!"
"He'll have to deal because I'm getting this."
She finds coordinating platforms and gold jewelry to complete her look.
When they get back home, Rod tries to peek in her bag to see what she bought, but she swats his hand away.
"Move, nosy rosy."
He puts his hand over his heart in fake shock. "I can't see it?"
"You'll see it tonight," she says teasingly, popping up on her tiptoes to reach his lips, pecking them.
"Hey, hey. None of that nasty shit.", Jade pipes up.
"Don't be a hater all your life, boo. There's someone for you, too."
"Piss off!"
"Awww, is the widdle baby upset?", she pinches her cousin's cheek.
"Ay, be nice." Rod quickly swats her backside, making her jump.
"Well, looky looky. Somebody finally got Miss Smart Mouth in check, huh? I like you more and more everyday, Roderick."
"Don't you have anything else to do??", Stevie grumbles, annoyed and slightly embarrassed.
"Nope! I can get on your nerves all day, cuz," Jade says cheerily.
Stevie rolls her eyes, heading upstairs to put away her purchases.
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Later that evening...
Stevie's putting the final touches on her look for the night. Her usual ringlets are bone straight and pulled into a high pony that grazes the top of her behind.
The makeup she wears is subtle with nude, glossed lips, wispy lashes, and matte, bronzed skin. Her legs look a mile long in the gold platforms that complement the gold hardware in her outfit.
Feeling diva-ish from being in the City of Angels, she pops on a pair of slightly oversized, baby blue shades to complete the look.
She pokes her head in Jade's room to see if she's any closer to being ready.
"We have got to cut this out," Stevie remarks as she takes in Jade's outfit for the evening. Same fit in a dark green.
They've been inadvertently dressing similarly since they were young. They always joked they could read each other's minds.
"Ooh, girl, we look cute though! And I love that your extra ass is wearing shades at night. You've come a long way, Turtle."
"Whatever! The boys are waiting. Let's get downstairs."
Walking downstairs arm in arm, Rina spots them first.
"Well, if it isn't the Bobbsey twins! You two look gorgeous."
They graciously thank her in soft voices.
Derrick and Rod look up from their conversation, and Rod feels his throat tighten.
"Damn," he mumbles before thinking.
Derrick, on the other hand, looks like he wants to throw a sheet over them as if they'd just passed out in a Baptist church.
"Yeah, you girls look beautiful. Now go change," he says in all seriousness.
They immediately hit him with the same "you got me fucked up" face.
"You can go somewhere always tryna be somebody daddy. I already have one, and I barely listen to that fool." Stevie's the first one to speak up. Rina has to keep the water she's sipped from spewing all over the counter at her niece's bluntness.
"Mama, you see how short those skirts are!", he resorts to trying to get Rina on his side, "One wrong move, and now I'm fighting every guy in the club."
"Derrick, these girls are grown! Let them be."
"But, ma--"
"That's enough, Derrick. Quieres hijos, tienes que hacerlos."
Derrick mumbles something unintelligible under his breath.
"What was that??"
"Nothing." He can feel the heat from the sandal preparing to meet his face, so he tightens up quickly.
"That's what I thought. Now--" The sound of the doorbell cuts her sentence short, and Derrick pops out of his seat to answer, knowing it's his girl, Roxanne.
He opens the door, and a stunning young woman with a pixie cut, clad in a form fitting, bright red, three piece suit appears.
"Hi, baby." Her voice is soft, almost shy as she greets him, throwing her arms around his neck. The kiss they shared is chaste since his mom is present, but sweet all the same.
"Hey, Miss Rina."
"What's going on, Roxanne? You look beautiful."
The beauty thanks her and they fall into a short conversation.
"Alright, you babies go on and have fun. I know I will," she says slickly, winking at the group.
She gives them all kisses, Rod included, and sends them on their way.
Pulling up to the imposing, brick-faced building, they're faced with a throng of young men and women chomping at the bit to get behind the velvet rope that'll grant them entry to the hottest nightclub in the city where the DJ's selections can be heard down the block.
"I thought clubs back home were hard to get into, but this is something else!", Stevie remarks as she looks at the line of people wrapped around the corner.
"Don't even sweat it, girl. Let's go," Jade responds, and they follow her with confused, yet intrigued looks.
The solid, 6'0 bouncer looks up as he hears the click clack of the girls' heels approaching him.
"'Sup, Jade," the man with intricately braided hair greets her.
"Hey, boo. How you livin'?"
"I'm straight. You know Gin in there asking for you."
"Is he now?"
"Yup. His section's on the second floor. You and your people have a good time." He unclips the rope and allows them through.
"Thanks, babe." She lightly pats his chest as she walks through.
"Damn, cuz," Stevie pipes up as they walk into the building, "you might be too damn cool for me."
"Cut it out. I just know a few people."
"And who the hell is Gin??", Derrick asks after seeing her interaction with the club's bouncer.
"Do not start that shit with me, D. I didn't come here to argue with you. Now I know there's a Cosmo with my name on it. Y'all drinking?"
She receives scattered affirmations, and they head to the bar.
California Love starts playing as Jade leads them to the second level she was directed to earlier, and she, Derrick, and Roxanne immediately start rapping along flawlessly.
Stevie bops along to the infectious rhythm, while Rod looks like the out of place New Yorker he is.
"Bruh, tell me you know this song," Derrick says when he takes in Rod's stiffness.
"Can't say that I do, playa."
Derrick & his sister's jaws both drop at the revelation.
"How do you not know about the goat?! This song is everywhere!", Jade exclaims in disbelief.
"The who??"
"Please don't get him going on this east vs. west shit. We'll be here all night," Stevie intervenes.
"Babe, the goat, though??"
Stevie gives him a look that warns him to quit while he's ahead, which he does.
The music continues with the latest in hip-hop with the drinks that keep flowing.
The girls down shots while rapping to Whatta Man. The tequila runs through their veins and loosens them up.
"What's up, stranger?", a smooth voice sounds, directly behind Jade.
She turns face to face with the handsome gentleman, whose decked out in a lime green, silk Versace blouse with sparkling diamond adornments from his fingers to his ears.
"Hello, Elgin." She remains impassive while the flock of women present look like they want to yank out her hair.
"I've been tryna hit you up all week. When are you gonna stop playing with my heart, gorgeous?"
"When you stop wearing crop tops on the red carpet," her quick wit causes her to blurt out.
Stevie & Roxanne are watching the exchange with their jaws making friends with the floor, as Jade casually brushes off the man whose song is playing in the club as they speak.
He takes the playful dig in stride, and tries persuading her to come with him so they can "talk", which she politely declines.
"I don't think so, pretty boy. I'm here with my people."
"Do not sweat us! We good, boo."
Stevie nods along in agreement. "Yeah, girl. We got them two knuckleheads back there."
Jade shakes her head with a chuckle, turning back to her admirer, who has a smirk on his face.
"You have ten minutes to convince me why I should give you the time of day."
"I don't even need that long, ma." He extends his arm for her to take, and she does, following his lead.
"She something else, isn't she?"
"I need to take a page or two out of her book. Don't tell her I said that, though." The remaining girls share a laugh.
"Ay, why y'all let my sister run off with that negro and his S-Curl?"
"Derrick, relax! She's a smart girl. She's not going anywhere if she doesn't feel safe," Stevie speaks up in defense of her cousin.
"Well, she has 15 minutes to show her face again or I'm setting it off in here."
"Okay, dad, sheesh. We need to get some more liquor in you."
"Yes!" Roxanne agrees wholeheartedly, only her reasons are a bit more...selfish. She knows he'll put a dent in the headboard with the right amount of brown in him.
While her cousin canoodles with an R&B heartthrob, the truth serum running through Stevie's system has her feeling extra touchy with her own.
Nobody serves as the soundtrack while she winds her hips against his, her hands traveling across any part of him they could reach.
She spins herself around to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"You know what I think?", she asks against his lips. Her words are slurred and heavy with lust.
"Hmm?" The Henny has hit him in the best way, and Stevie's hands are sending sparks through his whole being.
"I think," she pauses to kiss his slightly parted mouth, "we should get outta here."
"What about Derrick?", he asks, really only halfway concerned.
"He'll figure it out."
With that, she hooks her finger in the front of his belt buckle and leads him through the crowd of people, outside to the fresh, night air.
They hail the first cab that rolls up to the club, ambling into the backseat. Rod barely gets the address out before she's in his lap sucking and nibbling on the sweet spots of his neck. The poor cab driver simply shakes his head with a chuckle, minding his business.
He has to stop her when her hands get to trying to unbuckle his belt.
"I will fuck you up in the back of this cab, Vie," he warns closely in her ear.
She licks the shell of his ear. "I dare you," she whispers seductively.
"Alright now," the driver sounds from the front, "I don't want you youngins to mess around and catch a charge over some hanky panky. Trust me. Save all that for when you get home."
Listening to the older man, Stevie reluctantly moves herself off Rod's lap, opting to sit closer to her passenger side door. That doesn't stop the sensual, fleeting touches between the two of them.
They nearly run out of the taxi once they reach their destination. Stevie ducks down near several rocks where Rina keeps a spare key hidden underneath one.
It's quiet as a church mouse as they enter, so they try their best to creep to their room undetected.
They're almost successful until Stevie's platforms finally get the better of her, and she loses her balance reaching the top of the stairs.
She squeals in shock, but she's caught by Rod's strong arms before she can hit the ground.
Staring at each other in silence for a moment, Stevie bursts into a fit of giggles, and in his attempt to quiet her down, Rod finds himself laughing too.
"Babe, your aunt is gonna come out here and beat our asses. Shhh." He puts a finger to her lips for emphasis.
She nods as if she agrees, but a few giggles escape her still. So, he scoops her up, carrying her the rest of the way. He uses his foot to close the door as quietly as he can.
Setting her gently on the bed, he takes her ankle in his hand to remove the offending, yet sexy footwear. With her legs gapped, he notices her smooth, glistening womanhood. He shoots her a questioning glance which she responds to with a wink.
Yanking her down to the edge of the bed by her ankle, he pins her legs back into the mattress and latches his lips onto her clit.
Her breathy sighs and gasps have him straining through the thick fabric of his jeans.
She pops the buttons on her top and uses a free hand to roll her nipple between her fingers, increasing the euphoric feelings.
The fact that she's pinned down and essentially forced to take this tongue lashing intensifies the feeling tenfold. Her hands run over his waves. Her almond acrylics running along his scalp send tingles down his spine, and he groans against her.
The familiar coil in her lower stomach tightens, and her thighs begin to quiver signaling her impending release.
She has to throw her hands over her mouth to catch the long moan threatening to fly from her lips. Her nectar flows freely into his eager mouth, but that doesn't stop him from slurping her like she was a glass of ice water in the summer.
Her hands find the top of his head in an attempt to push him away, but he's relentless.
Finally, he pulls away from her over-sensitive bud with an obscene pop, and she closes her legs putting her hands between them.
"Shit," she breathes, trying to bring herself down.
"You tappin' out on me already?", he taunts her. "You was talkin' big shit earlier."
While he's talking he pulls his pants and boxers down to his ankles in one swift motion kicking them off. "Now, put that ass up," he commands, smacking her thigh.
She rolls over, putting a deep arch in her back just how he likes it. He bunches her skirt up around her waist and sinks his entire length into her heat, eliciting a drawn out curse from the both of them simultaneously.
His nails dig into the soft flesh of her hips as he grinds in and out, allowing her to become accustomed to his size.
Not pleased with the low groans that make it past the barrier of her lower lip that's been tucked between her teeth, he takes her ponytail and wraps it around his hand, pulling her flush against his chest.
"Let me hear that shit, princess." He licks the sweet spot near the base of her ear, mimicking her earlier teasing.
His strokes become merciless, filling her to the hilt.
"Oh, fffuck! Baby, you're so fucking deep! Shit!" Her eyes roll to the back of her head while he continues to bring her closer and closer to the edge, his heavy hand coming down on her ass at different intervals.
Her head swims as she teeters back and forth in the space between pleasure and pain.
His hand moves from her hair to her neck, pulling her back up when she slumps forward. He feels her walls pulsate around him, and he knows she's right there.
The combination of his thumb applying the perfect amount of pressure and his filthy words of encouragement in her ear send her gushing all over his length, with his own release following shortly thereafter.
Heavy breathing soon turns into soft snores, as they collapse into the covers.
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The throbbing pain in their heads wake them up, at the same time. By the sheer grace of God, their bodies are covered up with the thick blanket.
Stevie looks around the room, shaking her head at the way their clothes are thrown about.
"Jesus," Rod sits up, looking around as well, slightly laughing to himself.
She glances up at him, giggling as he bends down to smother her with kisses. She playfully pushes him away and jumps up from the bed, in search of his t-shirt.
"I gotta pee.," she grabs the shirt off the floor and yanks it over her head, rushing across the hall to empty her bladder.
After washing her hands, she opens the door and squeals at the sight of Derrick. Thanking God that her shirt comes below her knees, she pushes him out into the hallway.
"You scared me!," she whisper-yells.
"Oh yeah?, you two horny toads scared me, last night!," his volume a little louder than hers, "how am I supposed to keep an eye on you, if you're hailing cabs back here and not telling anybody?!"
"Derrick, you weren't in charge of 'keeping an eye on me'," she laughs. "I'm sorry that I left y'all, last nightβ€” wait."
"What?" His voice goes back to normal as her eyes zoom in on the trail of deep red hickeys on his neck.
"You had sex last night, didn't you?"
"Yeah, well, I'm grown." He blinks.
"So am I!," she thumps him in the temple, pushing him out of her way. "Got me feeling bad and shit."
"Well, you should feel bad. You still left me." He turns her back around.
"Mm, right. You were worried about wittle Ol Stevie, while Roxy was chewing on your neck like a piece of candy. Get out my face, boy."
"If you two don't get out this hallway and shut up.," aunt Rina emerges from her room, hair all over her head.
"Sorry.," the speak at once, not taking their eyes off her appearance.
"What?" She asks.
Stevie smirks, crossing her arms. "I guess we're not the only ones who had some fun, last night."
Derrick grimaces at the instant mental pictures, flooding his brain. "Gross. I'm going back to bed." He excuses himself, slamming his door shut.
"Go back to bed, Alaina.," Rina scolds with a laugh.
Stevie slides back into her room, crawling back into bed to cuddle with Rod, whose gaze is on the window, straight ahead.
"Hey," she kisses his shoulder blade.
"Hey.," he nuzzles his chin against her hair. "Thanks for bringing me out here. I enjoyed myself."
"You're officially part of family vacations, now." She laughs. "I told you, they were gonna love you. Hell, they might ship me back to New York and keep you hostage."
"You're corny, vie."
"And, you love me!"
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