AUGUST P.O.V-
“What’s wrong baby?” I kissed her neck as we laid on the couch watching Dead Presidents.
“Say that again?” She turned over facing me and ran her index finger over my lips. I softly bit it.
“Ow.” She hit me on my head.
“Say what?” I took her finger and kissed it.
“Baby. In your accent. I miss that that about NOLA.” She smiled as though she was reminiscing on happier times.
“Under one condition.” I ran my hand over her soft cheek.
“What?”
“You suck my dick.”
She hit my arm hard.
“Oww, that shit hurt Amb.”
“Watch your mouth.”
“What? We together now. That’s a part of your girlfriend duties.”
“I don’t do that.”
“Welp that means I’m out.” I got up like I was about to leave. She pushed me back down.
I laughed and wrapped my arms back around her. She started running her fingers through my hair.
“You need a haircut. This is a “struggle-doo” you got.”
“You like my “struggle-doo.”
“No, you look homeless.”
I gave her a straight face. “That’s how you talk about your man?”
She chuckled. “What? You do? It’s not cute.”
“Man whatever Amb. Ain’t nobody said nothingabout dem damn beady-beads you got back there.” I felt the back of hair, by her neck.
She slapped my hand. “I do not have beady-beads.”
“You do. It’s all straight up here. And you got that kitchen in the back.”
“Whatever.” She turned away from me facing the tv. I flicked the back of her neck. She hit my leg.
We went back to watching the movie and she began to play with my fingers.
“Really Aug?” She noticed the tats on my trigger fingers. Each one having the word, Bang on them.
“What?”
She lifted up both my index fingers. “This is so ghetto.”
Me and my cousin Sneak got them after my brother Mel died. We vowed to never let a nigga catch us slippin’ again. Our trigger fingers would be ready at all times. They not taking away another person in our family.
“You trying to be a dentist, you can’t be thinking about trigger fingers.”
“Only when it comes to my fam and my future wife.” I sucked on her neck.
“Mmmm…August stop.” She moaned. “I can’t have hickies on my neck. That’s unprofessional.”
Regardless of what she was verbally saying, her body let me know she was enjoying it. So I continued until a mound appeared, marking my territory.
She touched the spot. “You totally ignored what I said.”
“You didn’t stop me.”
She was quiet.
“Exactly. Don’t front Amb. You may be professional in the courtroom, but in the bedroom…”
“Okay, I’m done with you.” She tried to remove my hands from around her, but I pulled her closer.
