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AT FIRST GLANCE

Chapter 1

Chapter 2.1

Chapter 2.2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4, Series Finale (NSFW)

Fonder

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The Gala

Part 1

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Other Works

Thunder Clap

Whew,Chile!

Breakfast with Bae

Would You Mind? (NSFW)

Cater 2 U

The Duke’s Speech

The Morning Perk

We’ve Got the Jazz (NSFW)

My Favorite Present

Denae & The Breakout

Our Next Guest... (#WithLoveFromWakanda FicFest submission, hosted by @hoopshoney and @purple-apricots )

The Plus One (The WIP FF submission, hosted by @sonofnjobu )

Agape

B’Day Fics!!

Museum Date headcanon (written by @plussizeappreciationfics)

Suddenly Stevens (written by @vanitykocaine , NSFW)

Take Me Out (written by @kumkaniudaku)

His Personal Lawyer (NSFW, written by @eriknutinthispoosy)

An M’Big Surprise (written by @pastelastronomy24 )

Works for Thicc Daddy M’Baku

A Special Visit (#mbakusmistressff submission for @muse-of-mbaku, NSFW)

Pedro Pascal & Company 👀

Coffee (Harem) (Pedro Pascal x Black F! reader)

COMING SOON:

The Secretary ( Javi Peña x Black F! OC)

Kevin Atwater Appreciation Fics

Just One Round

Coffee Bae

Can We Talk

CHURCH GIRL (coming soon)

Yearning for Terry Richmond

A/N: It’s finally here! The end of At First Glance has arrived and I have to say, I’m a bit emotional about ending my first series 😭. Thank you guys for supporting At First Glance these past few months. I have another series in development and then hopefully I’ll actually think about the wedding series. But for now, enjoy our fave couple in this series finale!

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warning(s): Black Excellence, Black Love, Smut (FINALLY!)

Saturday, December 7, 2013. 11:06 a.m.

Woolsey Hall, Yale University

At just 23, Yaa was the youngest recipient of a doctorate in African Studies. She was also a joint PhD-JD student that became the valedictorian of both classes (she earned her JD in May), which as you imagine, is almost unheard of, ESPECIALLY at a prestigious institution such as Yale.

Of all the people proud of her accomplishments, Winston was undoubtedly the happiest. She was the smartest person he’d ever met by a long shot. Not only was she smart as hell, but she was also gorgeous and had enough personality for seven people. Bonus points for Winston. As a fellow Yale grad, Winston enjoyed the return to New Haven. Amid all the celebration, Yaa and her family were meeting Winston’s mom and sister today. Whew chile, the celebrations. Winston and his family found Yaa’s family, Tanisha, Kimya, and Daveon (AKA the Yalemigos, or the Migos) all sitting in the same area.

“Mr. Duke great to see you again.”, Mustapha said hugging Winston.

“Likewise, sir! Great to be seen. Get to see my little lady graduate.”, he laughed. His laugh turned into a full smile as the reality of his girlfriend’s accomplishments set in. He looked down at the program and chuckled as Yaa’s name led the list of her 16 other cohorts. My little genius.

The fanfare startled Winston out of his thoughts. The guests looked down to watch the faculty and graduates proceed into Woolsey’s main seating. Proud friends and family cheered, hollered, and whistles as they saw their respective graduate. Winston scanned the incoming crowd for his short scholar, but to no avail. What took Winston 3 minutes took the Migos only 0.2 seconds to spot their 4th companion.

“HOODIE WHOOOOOOOO!”, the friends yelled as they spotted their best friend. Yaa’s neck snapped in the direction she heard the squad call. Can’t take niggas anywhere. She shook her head and examined the friends and family in attendance. Everyone stood up and took pictures and acknowledging their graduate. Winston saw his girlfriend and stared in amazement before he mouthed “Love you” to her. She mouthed “Love you, too” to him before taking her seat.

Yaa walked in with all confidence in her stride. She was glowing and there was nothing better that could happen today than this present moment. Her tam sat on top of her curly locs. Her round tortoise shell frames added an intellectual and sophisticated touch to her look. Her signature bright red lips seldom separated as her white smile remained plastered on her face. She bore her gold valedictorian medal below her blue hood along with her blue and gold ΣΓΡ and black Class of 2013 Kente stoles. The Black graduates wore black leather gloves on their right hands in solidarity and in reverence to their ancestors. Except for being around Winston, she’d never looked happier.

The ceremony went as any other large commencement: the speaker, the President and Provost gave words of encouragement to all the graduates on their future endeavors. Each college presented their graduates with their Yale degree. Finally, the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences conferred degrees. Ironically, the Africana and African-American Studies Department elected to go last due the small number of graduates. When the department was announced, Yaa’s family prepared to get up. They shared mutual expressions of joy and bliss as “Doctor Khalida Yaa Denae Abdullah, Magna Cum Laude.”, echoed throughout Woolsey Hall. She raised her right fist high in the air as she walked across the stage. She hugged her advisor and committee chair before receiving her degree. She walked off the stage doing a quick praise break. The least she could do.

The grads recessed out of Woolsey and immediately searched for their parties and took pictures. Yaa was in the middle of her search when she felt two sturdy taps on her shoulder. It was him. “Hey, Doc.”, he greeted. Yaa scoffed as her billion dollar smile grew from a smirk. She playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head before reaching up for a kiss. “Hey, Duke. A girl can get used to hearing ‘Doc’. ”, she hummed into his lips. He finally broke the kiss and handed her a bouquet of her favorite roses: white, yellow, and pink. She gasped at the sight. “Baby! They’re beautiful.”, she squealed. She jumped right back into his embrace. “More where that came from, Denae.”, he whispered.

He never called her Denae, nor did his voice ever get that deep whenever he talked to her. She shot him a look before kissing him once more and walking towards the Migos, who were all Snapchatting and gassing her up.

“BEST FRIEND DONE GOT A WHOLE FOURTH DEGREE, Y’ALL!”, Daveon yelled. Yaa’s shoulders shook as she laughed at her foolish ass friends.

“Yaaaaaasssss ma’am! You better be Black Excellence. C’mon, Lil’ Angela!”, Kimya called.

“Bitch, I’m just tryna see the outfit. The people deserve to see what you’re wearing.”, Tanisha bluntly stated. The other two egged Yaa on to unzip the massive black gown. The only thing everyone could see were her black velvet smoking loafers. She unzipped the gown, unveiling a black pencil skirt and a white shirt with “PheD the Hell Up” written in blue. She would always get the laugh in somewhere.

She insisted that the family take pictures at her rental house because it was still December in New Haven, Connecticut. Chatter, laughter, and faint sounds of Black Christmas music filled the house as both families meshed as one. Carrie and Momma Cora held conversation most of the afternoon; Cindy and Khadijah exchanged medical stories; and Mustapha and Rainey discussed everything under the sun with Avery, Jahlil, and Winston. All four of the Migos were upstairs taking naps to prepare for dinner. Yaa especially deserved that nap. She hadn’t a decent amount of sleep since returning from Thanksgiving in Louisiana.

“Where’s Khalida? I think it’s time we all split.”, Khadijah asked Winston.

“She’s up there with her friends taking a nap. Gal deserves it. That means we need to leave and take naps of our own before dinner tonight.”, Carrie replied. “Winston, you staying here or something?”

“Yes ma’am. I might as well join the Snooze Crew upstairs.”, he said walking towards the front door. He finally went upstairs to Yaa’s room where he was greeted to a room full of snoring. Yaa’s petite figure was curled up in the middle of the messy bed. Her locs were scattered across her silk pillows and her Breakfast at Tiffany‘s eye mask covered her eyes. Her mouth was open as she snored loudly.She was dead to the world. Winston chuckled to himself as he watched his beautiful scholar catch up on Z’s. He sat on the unoccupied side of the bed and watched her sleep. He cleared her face of her wild locs and stopped when she stirred. Eventually, she unmasked herself and gasped when she saw Winston.

“Shit! Don’t scare me like th... was I snoring? Oh fuck, how long have you been watching me?”, she asked. He shook his head before kissing her forehead.

“Yes, you were snoring. Don’t worry about that. I still love you. I’ve been here long enough.”, Winston admitted.

“Well, since you love me so much, let’s try to find brunch. I’ll wake up the crew.”, she announced as she crawled out of bed, “That way, we won’t be as hungry going to this bougie ass Mediterranean spot my folks selected for tonight’s dinner.”

He rolled his eyes, “You better be glad you graduated today, Pumpkin.”

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Olea Restaurant, New Haven, Connecticut, 8:15 p.m.

The graduation dinner was running smoothly. The private dining area was tastefully accented with gifts and Yaa’s graduation pictures. Nearly twenty minutes after the family arrived, Yaa and Tanisha walked in side by side. Everyone stood and applauded the woman of the hour. Winston stared in awe at Yaa who, as always, strutted into the room with such grace and power.

Khalida chose the more adult outfit option for dinner. She wore her locs in a low bun and kept her glasses, tam, hood, stoles, and medal on. Her royal blue dress fit snug. Though Khalida often wore form-fitting dresses, none were as form-fitting as this one. Her rather well-endowed chest and wide hips were brought to the forefront; her fupa was somewhat concealed by the side peplum panels. The nude pumps she wore were accented by her anklets. Truly a work of art.

“My goodness, sweetheart. This dress is absolutely divine on you.”, Khadijah commented as she examined her first born’s outfit.

“Ibby, you look refreshed. That nap did you some good,I see ”, Mustapha teased.

“Thanks, Umi and Baba.”, Yaa said. “Thank all of y’all for coming and supporting the kid. I can’t believe this is all happening. I’m like...finished! Yale really gave me a doctorate.” The realization of her journey’s culmination brought tears of joy to the “hard-nosed” Yaa. She finally sat the far end of the table next to Winston.

“Pumpkin, you look divine.”, Winston whispered in Yaa’s ear during their hug and kiss. He twirled her around to get a better look of her outfit. She’s going to be the death of me.

“Why, thank you. Gotta show school spirit, y’know.”, Yaa joked. Winston pushed his girlfriend’s chair up to the table.

“I’d like to make a toast...”, Winston stood and began, “...to the woman of the hour, Doctor Abdullah. I know we’ve been in each other’s lives for not even two months, but watching you work and grind towards your goals has given me the initiative to better myself not only as an up and coming actor, but as a person. Khalida, you give me more reasons to be the luckiest man alive and today is the pinnacle. I love you so so much, Khalida, you have no idea. So here’s to our Khalida and her many successes now and forever. Ase.”

The table echoed scattered “Asé’s” and “aww’s” as they clinked their glasses. Yaa cheesed to keep tears forming as she looked into Winston’s eyes as he sat down. “I love you more,Winston.”, she declared as she kissed him. He placed his hand at the hem of her dress and rubbed her thigh. She cut her eyes to his hands and then directly to him; he replied with a smirk. Buzz buzz. Yaa wasn’t the only one who peeped Winston’s unusual behavior.

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Winston walked into the bathroom to see Yaa freedom her locs from its bun. He enjoyed seeing her hair down. She noticed him in the mirror studying her.

“May I help you,sir?”, Yaa questioned. Winston walked behind her and nuzzled her neck.

"I love you." he said, wrapping his arms around her.

"What has gotten into you, today? You haven't kept your hands off me all day." she said, giggling.

"I just want to show you that I love you. I think I may have just realized how much I want you." he said. She looked at him, taken aback.

"Want me? You are just now figuring that out?" ,she said, pulling away from him and crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's not what I mean." he said, in a low gruff voice. Yaa jumped slightly as she felt his hands grip her ample waist and pull her into him. As if it were instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Seeing you in that dress...having you this close to me."

She closed the last bit of space between her, biting her lip as he craned in. "You are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. You're smart, accomplished, hilarious. You are phenomenal. But there is a part of each other we haven't experienced.” He picked her up and sat her on the vanity. “And if it's okay with you, Denae, I'm tired of waiting."

She began unbuttoning his shirt. “I thought you’d never ask, baby.”, she whispered. Their lips met and the intoxicating kiss consumed them. Like a drug, their favorite drug. The slow tongue war continued as Yaa finally took Winston’s shirt off. Nothing was breaking this kiss. His hand traveled up her leg.

“Move your arm, baby.”, Yaa said between kisses. He looked at her with hooded eyes and chuckled deeply.

“That’s not my arm,love.”, he replied sensually. She stopped, mouth agape. She cut her eyes between his erect third arm resting against her inner thigh and the cocky smile and lip bite plastered on his face. This nigga finna split me open.

His hand continued its journey to her inner thighs, where he got down to nibble and kiss them with such intent and passion. He picked her up and traveled to the bed. While on the journey, Yaa bumped her head in the doorway of the bathroom. She giggled as he placed her gently on the bed. “Oh my God, Pumpkin, are you okay?! Do you need ice? Please say something.”, Winston rambled nervously. He swiftly placed her on the bed and turned on the lights to examine her head. She finally opened her mouth and laughed...hard. It could’ve been from the bump or just the fact that she was a bona fide clown. Her laugh turned into an all out cackle, prompting Winston to laugh with her.

“I’m fine, love.”, she began saying in between cackles and breaths, “I just bumped my head.If I pass out, just take me to the hospital. No questions.” The passive tone she used made it difficult for Winston to decide if she was joking or being dead serious. Either way, he appreciated how she broke the thick tension between them. The perfect icebreaker. They finally got themselves together and turned off the lights.

“I hate for such a nice dress to come off, but I wanna see what masterpiece is underneath.”, he commented. Lord, that voice. He lifted the dress over her head, where he was met with her ample cleavage being confined by a red lace bra. She freed herself of her bra and he began caressing her breasts.

“I’ve been trying to get to these since we met.”, he commented. She laughed.

“I know. You looked at them like they were water in the desert.”, she answered laughing. As if on cue, he took one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around her nipple and sucking on it. His tongue traveled up to her sweet spot on her neck. Chills. Her sweet moans served as motivation for his assault of her neck.

Satisfied, he came down and began slowly peppering wet kisses on her feet and leveling up to the inside of her thighs. Shit, spot #2. He looked up to see his girlfriend’s face consumed with pleasure. She bit her lip as she looked down at him with hooded eyes. She cursed under her breath with every kiss he placed. Finally, he kissed her opening, eliciting a back arch and a drawn out “Shiiit!” from Yaa. His mouth became friends with her opening as he sucked on her bud and his tongue explore. He added two fingers as he latched onto her clit. He began pumping his fingers inside of her with a moderate pace. He alternated his sucking with kissing and licking,prompting more hushed cursing from his lover. She was unraveling. He stopped but kept his fingers inside of her. “Fuck you for teasing me like this.”, she moaned. He chuckled. She’s a mess.

“I want you around me, Denae.”, he commented as his fingers brushed up against her opening and examining her nectar. He slid his body between her legs and slid his member inside of her. Her head flew back as his girthy member went deeper inside her tight opening. He noticed her twitch as he lowered himself into her.

“Are you ok,Denae?”, he said examining her face.

“I’m not used to you yet. I’m just tight. I’ll be fine.”, she reassured. Carrie and Khalida ain’t raise no bitch. They both moaned as they began grinding in sync.

“Shit, you fit around me like a glove.”, he moaned, his voice saturated with lust. She kissed him in response.

Winston peppered wet,sloppy kisses on her neck as he rolled his hips, hitting her g-spot deep with every stroke. His pace was slow but unyielding. Her sweet moans and gasps mingled with his low grunts and occasional higher moans. The room was clouded in lust. Besides the sounds of wet skin slapping, moans, and pants, Maxwell’s “Whenever Wherever Whatever” played softly in the background.

Now straddling his lap, Yaa found herself holding back tears as her sexual appetite was being satisfied to her liking. She balanced herself with one hand rested on Winston’s bare chest and the other on the bed. She bounced on his dick as he held on tightly to her love handles. He watched with hooded lust-filled eyes as his girlfriend’s breasts bounced freely against her pace. Her bounce slowly devolved to a twerk and then a gyration as she neared her peak. She was sending him into a tizzy as she clenched tightly onto his dick. If they weren’t already in love, this moment would be when they’d fall in love. Their moans echoed in response as feedback for the other. They were both coming undone. Their rhythm became disonant as they neared the end. Winston sat up and sloppily kissed his girlfriend’s neck. Her breath hitched as they stared into each other’s eyes, both pairs stinging with tears.

“Winston,baby, you feel so good.”, Khalida uttered between her teeth and tears. Her tears and desperate moans served as Winston’s motivation to cum.

“Cum for me, baby.”, he whispered into her ear. He released a low growl; that did it for the both of them. She roared into his shoulder as the sensation of their simultaneous release overwhelmed her core. She collapsed from the sensation.

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Yaa and Winston found themselves physically exhausted from their lovemaking. They laid in bed in silence, reflecting on what just occurred. She laid her head on his chest as he tried detangling her locs with his fingers. He gently kissed her locs. “That was...wow. That was uh.”, Winston attempted to strike up conversation.

“Intense? I think that’s the word you’re looking for: intense.”, Yaa suggested. She looked into his eyes and kissed him.

“Yeah, intense. Literally the word I was looking for. My mind is going 25 miles a second. I can’t believe we finally did it.”

“Yours too?! This is...wild.”

“How?”

“Everything we do together feels so organic. I’m really not one to openly be a sap, but you’re so right for me. Being around you makes sense and what we just did is a feeling I’ll never get over...ever.” She interlocked her small fingers into his larger ones and kissed his knuckles. He chuckled as his free trailed between the valley of her breasts.

“I guess your cousin Daniel was right…”, Winston said lifting her chin up to meet his eyes.

“The fuck is he right about?”, she shot up staring him dead in the face. He kissed her lips.

“...I guess I am responsible for making a hard G soft.”, he flinched in anticipation of whatever assault was coming as consequence of his statement. One tickle and pillow fight later, the two found themselves out of breath once more.

“You know, Chris, to be a health nut, you in worse shape than me.”, she giggled.

“Oh, shut up and go to bed.”

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A/N: If anyone follows Winston’s IG stories, after the HeForShe summit, he went to a jazz lounge. I’m just imagining what the Duke and the Doctor did that evening. There’s also smut, so please pray for it.

Suggested Listening for the Nastiness

Warning(s): Fluff, Black Love, SMUT, Surprise smutty elements

Word Count: Ehh

The room was filled with the sounds of The Golden Girls and well-deserved snoring. Loud, hibernation-like snoring was coming from both you and your soon-to-be husband. Your legs were stretched across Winston’s lap as he was sitting on the couch, his head tilted all the way back and mouth wide open. Your incoming FaceTime call from Tanisha finally woke you and Winston from the almost two hour nap.

After almost being lured in by the temptations of a certain island lover, you finally made it downstairs to see Tanisha waiting patiently for you. The two of you hugged each other tightly. You hadn’t seen each other since the Sheinbloom Gala. She was now traveling between New York and Los Angeles as a costume designer and stylist.

“Khalida, darling, you are GLOWING! Engagement and a pregnancy scare look great on you.”, Tanisha remarked. You rolled your eyes. “Whatever, Neesh. Let’s go.”, you huffed holding back a laugh. The two of you Ubered to one of the many plus size boutiques she was familiar with. Tonight, you and Winston were going on a date. Very seldom do the two of you ever have normal dates,yet alone the time to go on a date with your hectic lives. You were treating him to dinner and a surprise trip to the jazz club the two of you had gone to on your third date. With all of the great things happening in your lives, you wanted to show him that you could treat him the way that he always treats you. Most importantly, you two wanted to officially celebrate your engagement, so the outfits needed to be on point.

“So do you have an idea of what you want to wear tonight? Something short and tight, I’m sure.”, Neesh asked searching through the racks. You were across the racks looking through the other side. “You know me so well, Neesh. I was thinking about wearing one of those... vintage pencil ...dresses.”, you answered deep in thought. She knew exactly what you were referring to; she’d recommended the same style to you for another occasion in years past. She smirked, “Uh-huh. Like the off-shoulder type? I know what you’re getting at. I know just the place.”

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You practically ran back up to the suite, garment bag in tow. The hair appointment ran over a little later than expected, so the makeup routine was going to be cute short by 10 minutes. You were welcomed to Winston grooving to your makeup playlist (it had trap,R&B, twerk, and Afrobeats all in one). The Kaytranada remix of Janet Jackson’s “If” was blaring, so he didn’t even hear you walk in. You smacked his ass firmly, running into the bathroom and locking the doors. “DAMMIT,DENAE! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!”, Winston roared. You were on the floor dying of laughter as his knocks went unanswered. You paused the music from the bathroom control screen. “You gots to be more careful, Chris. I keep telling you this.”, you were catching your breath and attempting to subdue your laughter. You could sense his irritation through the door. When you unlocked the door, Winston was attempting to hold a laugh in and aggressively shaking his head.

“Oooohh, Denae, you better be glad I love you. I would ha--”

“--ve not done a goddamn thing. I know you too well. You muthafuckin’ tried it!”, you crossed your arms and craned your neck up to meet Winston’s gaze. You went in for a kiss. “I’m starting my makeup now. Can you hang that bag up in the closet for me, please? Thanks, beautiful.” You pushed him out of the bathroom as you began your transformation.

You walked into the room in your robe, face beat to the gawds. You lathered yourself in your orange-scented coconut oil, making sure Winston took notice. Winston sat up in the bed as he watched you. “Your hair and makeup looks beautiful and you’re wearing that love oil. You must be trying to get into some trouble, young lady.”, Winston interrogated with a stern look on his face. You decided to play coy.

“Me? Trouble? Never.”, you responded half an octave higher than normal. You were lying like hell. You knew you were playing with fire the moment you purchased that dress.

“No trouble,eh?”, he chuckled deeply, “We’ll see.” You were all too familiar with that chuckle. The fate of your cervix was being sealed and you were more than excited. You strutted to the beat of Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give it Up” towards the closet to retrieve your undergarments, your shoes, and the garment bag. You strutted back to the bathroom with an extra pep in your step.

“Chris, sweetie, can you help me with my necklace?”, you beckoned sweetly. He slid the main door open and his eyes grew big at the sight he saw in the mirror.

Your platinum locs were beautifully swept to the left side with curls carefully pinned into pin-up like swoops. Your face was simple yet elegant. It was lightly bronzed with a PAWPPIN’ ass highlight. Your plump lips were painted with your favorite Fenty bright red lip paint. Though the dress was black, you could see all the great works the dress was doing for your shapely figure. It was practically made for you. The off-shoulder neckline complimented your collarbone tattoo perfectly. Thanks to the strapless push-up bra you were wearing, your voluptuous cleavage sat beautifully within the “V” of the dress. The dress was just tight enough--your imperfect hourglass figure clinged to the fabric of the dress. Your fupa was slightly concealed by the ruching of the dress. Your legs glistened in the bright light of the bathroom. The pale blue satin pumps (one of Winston’s favorite pairs of pumps) were the icing on the cake. They defined your slightly toned thick calf muscles, something that Winston appreciated.

Winston stood in threshold of the door leaning against the door frame, still speechless as he studied you. He finally walked behind you, snaking his arms around around and placed his head in the crook of your neck. “You look dangerous,Denae.”, he commented as he peppered kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder cap. His voiced decreased by an octave to further emphasize “dangerous”. Yout turned your head to meet his lustful gaze. “Thank you, Chris. You ain’t too shabby yourself either.”, you mumbled through your kiss. He finally placed the rose gold “K” necklace around your neck.

The two of you walked down the hall to Momma Cora’s room for her to see you all’s outfit. She was recapping the day’s events with Winston’s sister via FaceTime. The typically chatty Momma Cora was speechless as she opened the door. "You two look amazing! Wow, look at my son and my daughter-in-law dressed to the nines! Cindy, look!” She turned the camera view around to you and Winston. “Khalida, this dress is ev-er-y-thing! Wow! You two have fun!”, Cindy exclaimed through her obvious tiredness. The two of you waved and kissed Momma Cora goodbye.

The driver was waiting in the front of the hotel for you two. “Good evening, Mr. Duke and Dr. Abdullah. I’m James, and I have the pleasure of driving you this evening. Are we ready?”

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James stopped half a block away from the restaurant. Surprisingly, Winston whipped his phone out and began gassing you all the way up.

“Wow...wow. I’m just--wow. Look at what God has blessed me with.”, he said. You mouthed “you’re annoying” as he circled you to hit all of your angles. Your model-like strut down the streets of Manhattan belonged on a runaway. The cadence of your clacking heels ceased at the restaurant’s front door. Winston power walked to the door to open it for you. The hostess greeted you both with a warm smile. “You’re right on time. Please, follow me.” The hostess walked you two back to a small dining room. Winston sat you in your seat and he followed suit.

Conversation was pleasant. During your conversation, you noticed him staring at you. It was one thing to keep eye contact while conversing, but his eyes were undressing you. He finally broke his silence, “So let’s talk about that exchange with Queen Rania, shall we?” Your body language shifted completely. You really didn’t want to talk about it, but you did want to address how he allowed her to hit on him in front of you. “What needs to be addressed? She knew not to do that. I tried to leave well enough alone for you, but she Que hopped on my button. I’m trying to restrain myself and I’m looking to you for further restraint, but yo wild ass just a-grinning for all the world to see. Quite frankly, I’m a little flustered.”, you felt yourself getting upset again and the minute percentage of common sense left in your body was pulling the inner hoodrat back. Winston calmly sipped his wine as he listened to you. “Well first off, I’d like to say that I’m a little flustered with you too.”, he remarked pouring your first glass of wine for you. Your eyebrows crinkled in response to his statement. “Why are flustered with me?”, you replied. Your fists supported your chin as you tried to understand.

Suddenly, there was major energy shift in the room. Winston’s face was unreadable, which startled you a little. He re-adjusted his posture in his seat.

“Well...you should know by now that you’re my wife. Nothing or no one can stand between our bond. Period. I had no idea she was going to be all over me like that. While I appreciate you for shaking her off of me, I need to remind you who yours is and yours alone. Secondly, when did I give you permission to dress in something like this? This dress is to--”

“--Surely, the same man that just spoke at the feminist summit isn’t policing my ou--”

“--I didn’t give you permission to fucking speak, Denae. I was talking. As I was saying, that dress is too dangerous for you. I was already going to punish you for your behavior this morning, but this dress has sealed your fate. You’re getting it tonight, do you understand?” You were silent. “DO YOU fucking understand me, Khalida?”, he spat through his teeth. You sat back arms crossed in shock. Your jaw dropped as you processed what just happened. Whoever this was sitting across from you wasn’t Winston. This nigga done lost his rabbid Black ass mind. Since he wasn’t talking to you, you looked around the room to find who the fuck this nigga was talking to. Part of you was ready to fight, another fiercely concerned, and the other part was ready to have Winston right there on the dinner table. He was mad mad and you were about to get the pipe down of a lifetime.

The energy reverted back as dinner progressed. You two were conversing normally, yet you kept a mental distance from Winston. You didn’t realize that you were in a trance until you heard Winston calling you. You shook your head to wake yourself up. “You mentioned somethin’ about a surprise after dinner? What’s the surprise?!”, he asked.

“Oh!”, you exclaimed, “Yes...the surprise. It’s actually in walking distance from here. You about ready to bounce?”

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“I should’ve known! Gah, you’re the best!”, Winston was in awe at the surprise. Jackpot. Bird was the jazz lounge Winston took you to for you all’s third date and where he hosted his Law & Order:SVU watch party back in 2014. You smiled as you congratulated yourself on pulling off the surprise. “Of course! What could be better than ending our date where we began? Plus, we have it all to ourselves.”, you replied. The band was already playing ahead of your arrival .

You looked to your right to see Winston taking in his surroundings and recounting the memories shared in the venue. A lot had changed interior-wise, but the aura remained the same. You studied your fiancé’s profile and chuckled to yourself. The last time you were here, you were dying laughing after realizing Winston’s Caribbean ass was attempting a Southern accent for his SVU role. Thankfully, you weren’t the only who found it comical.

The music served as the ambience for your conversation. Laughter flowed as you enjoyed your fiance’s company. He was so easy to talk to. You two found yourselves recapping his speech.

“Chris, we gots to talk about how you made the front row cry after your speech.”, you said sipping your whiskey.

“You serious? I was mainly looking towards the back and at you. So let’s talk about how you cried.”, Winston said also taking a sip of his bourbon. You rolled your eyes.

“I cried because I was proud of yo ugly ass. It’s been a pleasure to watch you evolve over the past five years. I’m even more excited to see your evolution from here on out. “

“Yeah?”

“Deadass.” His smile grew from a corner grin to a full on display of teeth. “Goodbye, Chris.”

The sun was setting and the band was still going on. Winston documented the moment via his Instagram story. You were usually the first to pull your phone out, but you decided to chill this evening. He got the attention of the waitress, “Excuse me, Lindsey? Can you take our picture, please? You’re amazing.”

Winston eagerly helped you to your feet as you posed for your couple photo. You rested your left hand on his abs as he snaked his arm around your waist. During the picture taking, he kissed the top of your locs and briefly took in your sweet scent. “I have something for you, love.”, he whispered in your ear. You shot him a confused look. How was he going to surprise you at his surprise? He motioned for Lindsey to continue taking pictures. “Now, before you say anything, I do what I want. I’ve looked at your left ring finger since I put that ring on back in July. I know it’s sound wild, but you deserve much better. So…,” he got on one knee, “...I decided to upgrade you.” He pulled a blue velvet jewelry box from his coat pocket. Your heart dropped damn near to your ass as he opened the box to show you the new ring. My God, while you loved your current engagement ring, NOTHING prepared you for the beauty of the new ring.

Th-thank you, Chris. This is huge!”, you said through tears as he rose to put the ring on your finger.

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Bast was definitely present in the back seat. You two couldn’t stay away from each other. His hand crept up your thigh as your tongues battled in each other’s mouths. You ran to the elevator, heels and clutch in hand. The ascent in the private elevator gave you two time to gather yourselves before the war of carnal attrition began.

The bell rang for the top floor; it was on. You walked out of the elevator first, switching harder and slower down the hallway. You sensed the presence of the same energy that hit Winston at the restaurant permeate the hallway. You felt him sneak up behind you.He pinned you against the suite door. His hand wandered once more up your dress this time, sliding the seat of your panties to the side. Two of his long,slender digits found their way past your wet opening, causing you to lose your balance a little.

“I see someone is excited for Daddy. Are you ready, princess?”, Winston whispered lustfully as your breathing began to hitch. You peered into his eyes nodding your head aggressively. “I need fucking words, Denae.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes...si-sir.”, though his fingers weren’t moving inside of you, you were ready for your first many releases.

Winston removed his fingers to unlock the door. “After you.”, he offered. You nodded. He smacked your ass as you walked into the suite. After locking the door, he motioned for you to come where he was. Once more, your lips met passionately,picking you up. You caressed his face with both hands as the two of you made your way to the bedroom, Winston broke from the kiss to pepper kisses on the hotspot on your neck. The trail continued down your neck to your shoulder. Your dress found itself coming off the further he kissed down your side until he stopped at your breasts. He pulled one out of the dress,sucking on before stopping completely. “Strip. Keep the panties on. I’m only saying it once.”, he commanded. You briskly followed orders and stripped down to your panties. “Now come here,princess.” He laid in bed with his shirt unbuttoned as he watched you crawl into bed. It was clear he was giving orders tonight. “Switch places with me.”

He kissed your hotspot as he carefully laid you on your back. He sucked on your spot as his hands explored your body. Your moaning increased the pressure he sucked on your neck. His lips returned to yours. His unreadable eyes locked into your lustful gaze. He was teasing you and your body couldn’t take it. His two fingers reacquainted themselves with your warm, wet folds. His eyebrow cocked as he went deeper into your pussy. Your moan was desperate as you wanted to cum so badly. “We’re wet AND tight? Must be Daddy’s lucky night.”, he chuckled. Your head began to fall backwards as you tried to keep your composure. He began pumping his fingers slowly inside of you, your sweet moans being the conductor of his performance. Your volume increased the pace.

Your moans were evident of your anticipated climax. Just as you were about release, Winston quickly removed his fingers from inside of you. He laughed maniacally, “Did you really think you were gonna cum just now? Wow, you are terribly mistaken. Remember, you need to be reminded of what belongs to you, and this pussy ain’t it. Whose pussy is this,Denae?”

The only thing on your mind was how bad you needed to cum, but hey, folks in Hell need ice water. Your train of thought was interrupted by a sharp slap to your left outer thigh. “I asked you a fucking question, Denae. Whose. Pussy. Is. This. Denae?”, every word was punctuated a slap to thigh, one sturdier than the last.

“It’s yours,Daddy.”, you whimpered.

“I don’t believe you. Turn the fuck around.”

Before you could turn around, he flipped you on your knees in one swift motion. He kissed down your back, paying special attention to your lower back tattoo and your puffy bud. He painted his name with his tongue onto your folds. You were no more good; your eyes hazy from the state of pleasure Winston was putting you in with every lick. The little foundation left behind from your makeup wipe stained the pillow. You finally fell flat on your stomach. Winston’s hand scooped underneath you and lifted you back up with the quickness.

“Are you running away from me,Denae?”, asked.

“No sir!”, you quickly replied. He smacked your ass.

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes,Daddy.”, you muffled into the pillow.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that. Speak up.”

“I said ‘Yes,Daddy.’”

He added a finger into your opening and he continued indulging in his favorite meal. He pumped it at a rather faster pace than the last time. Your moans were untamable. Your levees were past their capacity three or four nuts ago and it was finally time. His fingers triggered a release. Your guttural moans were filling the room as sweet music to Winston’s ears. You collapsed to your stomach from the impact of your release. He took pleasure in lapping up your sweet juices with his tongue. His tongue searched your sex as though he was looking for something.

Without notice, he flipped you back on your back. As he went up to grab a handful of your breast, you pulled him into a deep, passionate, Khalida flavored kiss. He forced himself out of the kiss laughing. “Oh, you nasty nasty. Gimme those legs.”, he commanded. You placed your legs over his wide shoulders. He looked you dead in the eyes as he ushered his length in you. You moaned into your pillow the further he went in. He too moaned as he navigated his way through your tight opening. His hips grinded to a moderate pace as he began circling your clit with his thumb. You attempted to contain screams as your fiancé’s hardened length began hitting your g-spot with every stroke.

You began fucking him back the faster his pace got. The slight spirit of jealousy from this morning was the only reason you were still going at it. Winston quickly took notice. “My,my. Am I sensing some hate and jealousy in my pussy? I like that bite back.”, he muffled into the crook of your neck. You clenched onto his length, “Ye-yes you do. This my dick and mine only.”, you moaned.

The room was filled with the physical music you two were making. The slapping of damp skin served as the tempo; moaning and groaning made the melody. Had it not been for the actual music playing throughout the suite, the cops would’ve long been knocking. In the back of your mind, you were trying to figure out why you were nearing your 7th or 8th nut (you stopped counting after #4) and he’d yet to reach his 1st. Your legs trembled uncontrably. He slowed down mid-stroke, an indication of his near climax. Three positions and a trip to the wall later, your animalistic grunts and moans intertwined as you were both nearing the end. His strokes began to get sloppier and slower.

“You close?”, he asked.

“Yeah, you?”, you replied. You already knew the answer.

He pulled out stroking himself. Before he could ask, you fell to your knees and took his throbbing length inside of your mouth, keeping eye contact with him. Your head bobbed up and down his length as he shot his load inside your mouth. He moaned as you continued sucking him. His constant desperate pleas for you to unlatch went unanswered as his soul began to leave his body.

When you finally finished, you looked up to see a blank expression on Winston’s face. You laughed to yourself as you went to the bathroom. He followed behind you like a puppy. He watched you as you turned on the shower and allowed the water to wash away the night’s progress. “Joining me or nah?”

A/N: I’m proud of myself.

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A/N: This fic was suggested by @muse-of-mbaku . I’m still gushing over my baby’s HeForShe IMPACT Keynote speech weeks after the fact. This was fun to write and feel free HMU in the asks for questions and this and other fics.

Word Count: ~3k

Pairing: Winston Duke x Black! OC

Warnings: Language, Savage Yaa

“This tie or this tie? C’mon, Pumpkin, I know you're not sleeping and I need your input.”, asked Winston as he looked in the mirror at you.

Winston was preparing to give the keynote address at the UN Women’s HeForShe IMPACT Summit in the morning. The two of you had been working to write and practice his speech for a few weeks now. This was also your first public outing as an engaged couple, so the pressure was on. It was closer to 10 p.m. and you, the professional night owl, were the first in bed, megabonnet and all. The only thing preventing you from finishing that bomb dream you’d been having for the past two nights was your worrisome ass fiancé. You sat up in the bed and crossed your arms.

“Chris, sweetie, bring yo Black ass to bed, please”, you huffed.

“Which on--”

“--ax me again and I’m staying with ya mama for the night.” A beat. “ Neither. The accessories you have don’t need a tie; you’d look stiff as hell with it. Plus…”, you crawled out of bed and walked behind Winston, “...the no-tie look is sexier. You look like that fine, young ass professor all the girls tryna holla at.”, you said rubbing his bare chest and kissing his back. You began mimicking a college girl, “Girl, I got that 2:30 gender studies class with that tall, THICC professor from the Caribbean. Who, girl? Girl, Professor Duke. WIT. HIS. FOOOOINE. ASS.  He ain’t got no wedding ring, so I know I gotta chance. I’ma slide through his office hours so he can slide more than a syllabus by me. EEEEEEOOOOWWWW!”, you said tongue out and with a little twerk. Winston’s deep, hearty laughter vibrated against your head, stirring a sudden surge of heat in your core.

“You play entirely too much. But you think so, Pumpkin? You sure it’s not too laxed?”

“I know so, Chris.”, you smacked his ass, “Now please, come to bed... for the last time. You ain’t finna text me up a wall all morning talm bout some ‘i’M sO tIrEd, BaBy’.”

Winston gave in and got in the bed with you. You rested your head on his chest and before you knew it, you were sound asleep.

You got up a couple of hours later, only to discover that you’d been shifted to your side of the bed and a super focused Winston looking at his iPad, glasses resting on the brim of his nose. It wasn’t until you said, “I know YOU fuckin’ lyin’”, that Winston realized you weren't sleeping. “What?”, he squeaked. “You know exactly what, Christopher. You’re supposed to be sle--nigga, is that a fucking durag on your head?!” You were so ready to snap on Winston, that you didn’t notice he had a  pink durag that matched your bonnet. You’d berate him about that later.

Without a word, you straddle your fiance’s lap. Once he got the hint, he sat his tablet down on his bedside table, grinning like an idiot. He tried to get a word in, but instead, you placed two fingers over his mouth. You kissed his soft lips sensually. He kneaded your ass in his hands. You took his glasses off and placed them on top of his iPad and turned off his lamp. You kissed him once more and nibbled on his ear. “Now take yo ass to sleep, Winston Christopher.”, you whispered through your teeth. You wiggled from his tight grasp and snuggled back into Winston’s arms.

He sat up in the bed with his arms folded like a spoiled child not getting his way. You too sat up, arms folded, and eyebrow cocked staring at the sight next to you. The unmitigated negrosity of this 31-year-old to sit up in the bed and pout--that was your job in the relationship.

There was a pregnant pause in the semi-lit hotel bedroom. The only light in the room was coming from Binging With Babish playing on the flatscreen. The two of you stared at each other with such mutually disgusted faces.

He finally broke the silence. “Babe, I was making sure I had everything together before you got up. I’m nervous. What if I embarrass myself? All these heads of state, and the one guy from Black Panther is the keynote? I’m not terrified at all.”, he took his hand into yours; you noticed he was trembling like you did at the Sheinbloom ceremony.

“Chris, two things. One, if it wasn’t solidified by the time we left Atlanta, then there’s no point in trying add or taking away anything with less than 12 hours before you speak. Two, you’re not here by happenstance. This is the start of something new in your life. You’re gonna go out there and be the change of how society sees manhood. Remember when we used to talk about shit like this when you lived here? We would spend HOURS on the balcony just talking about feminism.” Winston smiled to himself recounting those fond memories. “ Reflect on those times and transfer that energy towards this speech. I’ll be there cheering you on wherever they seat us. Now... if you knock this speech out the park...you may get a lil somethin somethin tomorrow night.”

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You two walked in hand in hand with Momma Cora beside you soaking up her surroundings. “I don’t know if I’ve told you at least three times this morning, but you look amazing, Pumpkin.”, Winston whispered in your ear. You were all smiles from your fiance’s compliment. “Thank you, dear.”, you replied innocently.  The three of you were escorted behind the scenes for a photo op. You insisted on your mother-in-law going before you. Seeing him with his family always warmed your soul. His mother was his hero and the reason he identified as a feminist. One of the reasons you and Momma Cora meshed so well was due to the fact that you both understood there was no competition for out-loving Winston. You revered her as much as he did—a little more tbh. You were forever grateful to her for raising the man that would soon be your husband and baby daddy(one of these days).

It was finally your turn to take pictures with the man of the hour. He held his hand out for your taking. You playfully hesitated before taking it. The small gathering of photographers captured every precious moment of you and your husband to be, including him hyping you up on the carpet. “I know I’m the keynote”, he began, “but my lady looks absolutely amazing. Am I even worthy of breathing the same air as you, Atty.Dr. Abdullah? Can you take your foot off of my neck?” You shook your head in embarrassment as he twirled you around. “Why are you like this?”, you asked barely above a whisper and fighting a smile . “Because you deserve it. Don’t you ever dress this fine and not expect to be exalted. You are my wife. We haven’t married legally, but you and I both know we’re tied spiritually. Now gimme a kiss, ma”, Winston said before he leaned down for a kiss. It was moments like these that turned you on. You loved when he took charge and put your bratty ass in your place.

Almost immediately after, you were barraged by media folk. Winston was pulled away for sound check, so it was just you and Momma Cora for the time being. Moments later, the two of you were escorted to the hospitality suite where all of the dignitaries and speakers were waiting, Winston included.

He welcomed you with open arms, toothy grin, and a peck on the temple. “Baby, I want you to meet Her Excellency Rania of Jordan. Your Excellency, this is my...fiancée, Dr. Khalida Abdullah.”

“Attorney Abdullah! We were just talking about you. Well...your handsome fiancé was talking and I listened. While she’s here, I have to say, Winston, that this suit is quite handsome on you”, the Queen said as she faked fixed you fiancé’s collar and lightly stroked his beard. You stared at Her Excellency like you would any other bitch that would openly flirt with your fiancé in front of you.

“Well, I hope he said good things, Your Excellency.”, you said doing an informal curtsy and shaking her hand, making sure to keep eye contact. She needed to know that she was treading dangerous waters.

“Oh, of course. You’ve been a busy woman with all of the obligations you have. How would you ever have time to please your future husband, let alone yourself?”

Oh, the audacity. Deep in your heart, you wanted to just read Rania for filth. That was at least what she expected and deserved. You re-adjusted your posture and got close to your man,his hand almost instinctively snaked to grip your waist.

“Are you asking me for tips because I think some of us were terribly shocked to shear about your husband’s...royal rendezvous a few months back. Funny how life works.”, you shrugged and winked. Rania may have been the Queen of Jordan, but Khalida Yaa Denae of New Orleans was the undisputed Queen of Petty. Before the Queen could say anything, everyone was escorted to their seats.

The HeForShe IMPACT Summit was a fast-paced assembly. In 2.5 hours, nearly a dozen speakers spoke and not one but TWO full panel discussions took place. With every person that went up and spoke, Winston found himself getting more nervous. During the first panel discussion, you two tried sneaking looks at each other, only to make eye contact with another. You two chuckled and you lightly squeezed his hand.

“You ok, Winston?”, you asked.

“I would say yes but I’d be lying,K.”, he replied.

You looked in his eyes, and sure enough, he was a mix of nerves and adrenaline. There was a fire burning in his eyes that you’d only seen maybe a few times in the past. Now more than ever in the almost 5 years y’all knew each other, he needed you in this very moment. You were a little annoyed with him not saying anything around Queen Rania, but that would be addressed later on.

You squeezed his cheek. “I know. It’s ok to be. Just breathe. Can you do that for me, Wins?”, you pleaded.

“For you, always.”, he remarked kissing your hand.

After another round of speakers, a second panel discussion, and another speaker, it was finally time. There was a video playing in transition for his speech. There were butterflies in your stomach from the moment he got up from his seat and crouched in front of you. “I’m ready, K.”, he whispered in your ear. “You look the fuck good, Wins. Now go out there and think about the balcony raps. You got this.”, you replied. He shot up and walked on the stage. There were a few seconds left in the video, those he took to scan the audience. He looked to the furthest row and on up towards the front where his two of his favorite women were sitting towards the front. Now sitting next to Momma Cora, the two of you locked arms. “I am so proud of my son. Look at him looking so comfortable up there, and look at you--you appear to be more proud than I am.”, Momma Cora said.

“If we’re being honest, Ma, I probably am.”, you chuckled, “It’s his season, Ma, and I’m just happy to be riding along with him.”,you replied.

“You are so precious, my dear.”

The stage lights went back up and there was your Winston standing behind the podium with all the confidence and power in the world. He scanned his eyes towards you, where you greeted him with a cheesy and toothy smile, along with flashing two peace signs. He chuckled, giving you a thumbs up, which prompted the entire audience to lightly chuckle.

During the speechwriting process, you’d joked that his speech would be the first and probably the only thing you’d ever utilize your 5th and final degree, a Ph. D. in Gender Studies, for. He wrote about 75% of it by himself, the rest was through consulting and discussing with you. You never heard the speech in its entirety and you preferred it that way. But boy, nothing prepared you for the passion and power of his speech. He talked about how his upbringing helped shape him and his idea of manhood, especially with his hero, his mom. With utilizing feminism (a term that never ceased to make you roll your womanist eyes), men can use their positions of power and perceived dominance to help bridge the gender gap.

“A man’s responsibility is not to empower women”, he said, “but to be an ally in guaranteeing that women get the whole universe of freedom that [men] take for granted--freedom of expression, freedom of thought and freedom of possibility. There cannot be gender justice if men sit on the sidelines. There cannot be gender justice if men turn a blind eye to abuse. There cannot be gender justice if men have no skin in the game...”

It took all of you and the strength of the ancestors to keep from yelling “PERIODT!” out loud during your fiance’s speech, but the thought of Khadijah Abdullah whooping your grown 28-year-old ass allowed you to resist that urge. Instead, you grinned hard than a Cheshire cat. Looking up at that stage, you saw a world leader with a fire and a passion for gender equality. He utilized his platform to bring about issues that needed to be brought to the forefront. You could sense the few jitters he had slide off of his back and he was debuting the Winston Christopher Duke you’d known for nearly 5 years. The Winston that you’d met at the Black Yale ball was definitely not the same one on the stage. He was more self-aware and self-confident. The energy that attracted you to him had gotten stronger as the years gone by. You saw a MAN. A man that could care less if people called him “soft” or “weak” for speaking out against toxic masculinity. Noticing all of this caused an unexpecting wave of tears to hit you. Even though you were actually sensitive, you hated crying in public. At this point, you could have cared less; you were getting married to goddamn Winston Duke, actor, and 2018 HeForShe IMPACT Summit keynote speaker, and you were there witnessing one of the greatest moments of your life.

You dabbed your face with your free hand to prevent new tears from forming, but to no avail. You were proud. Momma Cora saw your tears and quickly dabbed them with a tissue. “I know”, she simply stated.

As quickly as he time came for him to begin, so too, was it for his time to end. Those 12 minutes zipped by and more than one part of you was happy that it was coming to an end.

“In closing, I’d like to thank the United Nations for creating the HeForShe movement, and through which we men can show our support for gender equality. We have an ambitious goal of engaging 1 billion men and boys as advocates for gender equality and I’ll hope you join us. I’m calling on all men to join this movement. I’m calling on ALL MEN to join THIS movement.” The room erupted in applause. “Now, before I actually go, I’d be remiss if I didn’t brag on one more special woman in my life.” You gave an involuntary bitch face as Winston turned to look at you. You cursed as you quickly figured out what he was about to do. Winston locked eyes with you and bit his lip, “The woman in question is the co-writer of my address. Two of the five degrees she holds are in gender studies, so I knew I had to pick her brilliant brain for assistance in writing possibly the biggest speech of my life. She’s gonna kill me for bragging on her like this, but I had the privilege of meeting her nearly five years ago when she was just starting out with her practice. She was 23 and filled with passion for helping her brother and sisters in the struggle seek justice, no matter the costs. She’s a damn fine lawyer if I say so myself. This year, she was the youngest, first woman, and first person of African descent to be awarded the Richard T. Sheinbloom Award for Merit and Excellence in Law--the highest award for any attorney to receive in the world. She’s been there for me when I was just auditioning for the sake of auditioning, encouraging me along the way. We may have gotten separated on our journey, but when we got back together, we were stronger than ever. She’s one of the most powerful people I can say I know and saying that I love her makes the pleasure even sweeter. The woman in question is no doubt my best friend, my partner in crime, and for the first time in public, in front of all of you, I get to call her my fiancee--one Dr. Khalida Yaa Denae Abdullah. Khalida, I love you with all of my being. With all that being said, I’m HeForShe--are you? Thank you. ”

Everyone got up and clap and cheer, except for you. The wave of tears you thought you’d subdued returned stronger than before. The man of hour finally walked down to the front row, shaking all the speakers’ hands. After embracing his mother, you were the last to receive acknowledgment. Just like when the two of you first met, you stared at each other with smirks on your faces.

“You’ve been crying?”, Winston asked as he brought you in for a hug.

“Hell na--yeah. These are tears of joy. I’m proud of yo ugly ass and imma kill you when we get back.,” you said through a whimper.

“Thank you for everything,Denae.”, he whispered in your ear. There was only one reason he’d ever use just Denae and you were more than eager to get back to the room.

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A/N: Remember when I said in 2.2 that there’d be a 2.3? I lied. This is going to be the second to the last chapter of the At First Glance series. There will a few one-shots stemming, but no more chapters after Chapter 4. Can’t believe I’m almost done. Also, Yaa and Khalida are used interchangeably. Now with the formalities out of the way, this comes just in time for one of my favorite holidays, Thanksgiving!!! This particular chapter has been in my archives since forever ago lol. Have a happy and safe Thanksgiving with your family and friends, beautiful people!

Warning(s): Fluff, slight hints of angst, language, Yaa the Librarian has returned.

Translations: Marraine= Grandma (Creole);Rainy—>Parraine=grandpa (Creole); aibnatu=daughter (Arabic)

Word Count:

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013, Darrow, Louisiana, 11:23 p.m.

Thanksgiving is a holiday of family, food, and the unofficial beginning of the holiday season. This was no different for the St. Pierre-Daniels family. Their first granddaughter, Yaa, was bringing her new boyfriend Winston down to Louisiana to meet the entire family. God rest his unsuspecting soul.

The couple’s flights arrived in New Orleans at around 8:30 that evening and getting the rental car took an unnecessary hour and an act of Congress, making their actual departure of New Orleans closer to 10. Their hour-long trip provided Yaa to give her boyfriend a recap on their past conversations of her family.

“One last time: Rainey expects you to help out on the ranch, Aunt Rhonda has a thing for Caribbean men and she’s been pushing my buttons since 2011, so that means we actually may fight. My cousins Dom, Erica, Whitney, Delonte, and I are the Turn Up Krewe, so don’t be surprised when we pass by the Quarter and we all turning up, and finally whatever you do, DO NOT, Winston Christopher, EVER refer to New Orleans as Nawlins, cuz that ain’t it, y’eardme?”, Yaa pleaded. Her New Orleans accent was dancing with her normal accent.

“Why not?”, Winston asked as he now had to keep himself from slipping up.

“Because, that’s not we pronounce it here. Some duckass clown from outta town more than likely and got even mo’ duckasses saying it.”

“Noted. I’m nervous, K.”.

“For what?”

“I mean, what if they don’t like me?”

“First of all, you’re the first boyfriend to actually make it to visiting the entire family...at the house. Second, Carrie wouldn’t have asked for you by name to come down. If Carrie wants to see you, she must want to get to know you, which is an honor. Thirdly, the family haze ain’t that bad. It may be worse for the fellas because, you know, the matriarchy, but you should be fine.”

“Wow, no pressure. That’s cool.”, Winston said sarcastically. Yaa took his large hands into her small ones and began rubbing them.

“Be yourself. It attracted me to you ,right? If it was good enough for me, it’s good enough for them loud ass folks I call my family, y’eardme?”

The remainder of the car ride was filled with laughter and some good ol’ NOLA Bounce music.

Finally, they turned onto a street where they were met with a massive mansion lit by lanterns. She’d alluded to the family home being a mansion, but Winston wasn’t prepared for the colossal antebellum structure before him. She rang the bell and was let in. After finding a good spot to park, Winston opened his girlfriend’s door and they got their luggage from the back seat. Winston rang the bell and a young, petite woman about Yaa’s age opened the door.

“May I help y--AAAAHHHHHHHH KEEDYYYYY! Y’ALL KEEDY HERE WITH HER MAN!” She ran and hugged Yaa. “WHITNEY, BITCH, WAZZAM?!”, Yaa asked now in her full accent. Winston looked visibly terrified as he walked into the house.

“Guess who decided to pass by Darrow for da holiday?”, Whitney announced into the living area as the three walked into the grand foyer. The family members in the house turned around and began to get up to greet their baby and her boyfriend.

“Keedy, cher, you look good! How’s our favorite lawyer doing? And who’s this nice chocolate King behind you? Is this the subject of Mama’s curiosity?”, her Aunt Rhonda inquired as she half-hugged her niece and made her way to Winston.

“I’m tired as hell from the flight and yes, this is Winston. Winston, this is my umi’s older sister, Rhonda. Aunt Rhonda, my boyfriend, Winston Duke.”

“Winston Duke? That has a little Caribbean weight to it, don’t you think? Where you from, dear?”

“I was raised in upstate New York, but I’m…” he switched into his accent “...originally from Tobago.” Yaa was shook and a little turned on. He knew what he was doing. Aunt Rhonda and Yaa were probably going to scrap by the end of the week.

“T&T, eh? Mama didn’t tell us you were from the Islands, Winston.”

“She didn’t tell yo thirsty ass, Ma!”, Delonte yelled from the next room. The entire room sans Aunt Rhonda erupted into laughter and the couple moved to the kitchen.

The kitchen was filled with the smells of cajun and pre-Thanksgiving cuisine, not to mention the aunts and uncles that prepared the feast were standing around the large island conversing. When Yaa and Winston came in, they all got up and hugged the two. So far, so good, the family was very receptive of Winston. He kept his accent, which was a bonus for originality. After the introductory conversation, Uncle Pat asked the all-important question, “So, Winston, I’m sure you’ve heard this question a million times, but how did you get the pleasure of meeting my niece?”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind telling everyone how my life how my life has been changed.” Yaa rolled her eyes and huffed in dramatic annoyance at her boyfriend’s cheesy answer. “ANYWAYS, we met at the Black Yale benefit a month ago... today actually. Her friend Tanisha introduced us, but we saw each other before the formal introduction. She looked like an angel in her costume and I, a total duckass.” Everyone stared at Winston for his proper usage of the term. “The moment I saw her, I knew she was special. It was like Heaven put an arrow over her head as the indication that she was the one. I almost didn’t go to the Benefit this year, but I’m glad I did.” The aunts awed as they realized their niece was in love with someone that was in love with her. Winston gripped Yaa by her waist and kissed her temple. She looked up at him with a side eye. “You’re pushing it,Duke.”, she whispered.

After saying hey to damn near everyone in the house, Yaa went looking for her parents. “Aunt Heather, where’s Deej and Mustapha?”, Yaa asked her aunt.

“You didn’t see them in the back dining room?”, her aunt replied.

“I haven’t been to the back yet. Is Carrie in the Room?”

“Yes. Matter of fact, I just went back there to tell her and Daddy you’re here. She’s ready when you are. Nice to meet you and welcome to the family, Winston.”

The couple traveled to the back dining parlor, aka the actual dining room where everyone ate. Sitting at the table where Yaa’s parents Khadijah and Mustapha, along with her twin sister Farrah,her boyfriend Avery, and their younger brother Jahlil. With parents’ backs to the door, a surprise was inevitable.

“Farrah, have you heard from Khali? It’s after midnight and I’m getting worried. I want to meet this young man she’s been talking about.”, Khadijah asked.

“I texted her a few moments ago, but you can definitely ask her.”, Farrah nodded her head in the direction of the doorway. When Khadijah turned around, she fell to ground, overcome with emotion. Mustapha shot up and hugged his first-born (Yaa was an hour older). “Babycakes!”, he exclaimed as he kissed the top of Yaa’s head. “Baba!”, she replied. Yaa was in heaven as she was in the embrace of her favorite man. Khadijah joined in the lovefest as they had not seen Yaa since after celebrating her passing the bar exam in late May. Jahlil cleared his throat to break up the lovefest. “Uh...Umi, Baba, we have someone here.”, his said pointing to an innocent looking Winston. The trio separated and Yaa stood proudly next to her man. “Family, I’d like for y’all to meet my boyfriend, Winston Duke. Winston, these are my parents, Drs. Khadijah and Mustapha Abdullah, my twin sister Farrah, her lame ass boyfriend Avery, and my ugly ass baby brother, Jahlil.”, Yaa announced. Winston nodded his head at everyone. Mustapha, who proudly stood at 6’5” as well, walked up to Winston with a sincere look in his eyes as he gave him a nice sturdy handshake, which led into a hug.

“So, Mr.Duke, man to man, what are your intentions with my aibnatu?”, Mustapha’s gaze fixed on Winston’s face. Though he didn’t know Arabic, Winston understood the context clear as day. He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts.

“No offense, Dr. Mustapha, but I intend to make Khalida happier than you have made Dr. Khadijah. I know it’s only been a month of us knowing each other, but this is the woman God intended for me to be with. Period. You and Dr. Khadijah have created and reared a woman of grace, class, and uniqueness. So, my intentions with your daughter is to make her the happiest woman this side of the Universe.”

The room went quiet. Mustapha and Khadijah looked at each other. Khadijah smiled and looked at Winston. “Well, son, I think I speak on behalf of the family that there is no offense taken. We teach our children to do and be better than us. I’m so elated that you’ve found happiness with Khali.”,Khadijah sat extending her arms to Winston to embrace him. “Mother is waiting for you all by the way. Go on and go to the Room.” “Yes ma’am.”, the young couple said in unison.

The two walked through a labyrinth of turns and secret doorways until they reached a red door at the end of a secret hallway beneath the back staircase. Yaa knocked on the door three times. A raspy yet kind voice answered, “It’s open, cher!”. Yaa opened the door, took her shoes off, and instructed Winston to do the same. The dark room was lit with massive candles surrounding the altar in a corner of the vast room. Relics, more candles and skulls littered the altar’s table. Carrie sat on her knees facing a much bigger altar that covered a majority of the wall. She turned around and extended her out to her granddaughter to help her up. “My first grandgirl! How was your trip down here?”, Carried asked.

“Long and tiring. It’s always the drive that gets me.”, Yaa replied. Carrie craned her neck up at Winston’s figure as she wrapped her arm around his waist. “Welcome to the family, my son. I’ve heard great things about you and I hope you the same with me. Please, have a seat.”

Carrie pulled three chairs into a triangle and re-adjusted her turban. “So, Winston, I’m sure you’re aware that I’ve been expecting you since you met my baby. I wanted to see for myself and see if you’re the one the Universe has ordained for her.” She took his massive hands into her small hands and looked into his soul. She held her hand to his heart and began shaking her head as if she was having a conversation with his heart. She smiled.

“It’s apparent that you love Khalida.”, Carrie began, “I mean, hell, she’s my joy and we have a strong soul tie. You two have a stronger soul tie than I’ve ever felt between two people than any of these knuckle-headed ass men that have married my babies. You two are without a doubt soulmates. However, your journey, like many, won’t be easy.”

Winston sat up in his seat. “What do you mean, Mother Carrie?”, he inquired with worry. His furrowed brow matched his tone.

“Well, you two are going to separate at some point. But don’t worry; you’ll get back together. The foundation of your friendship will and shall be constant. You’ll have to see each other happy with someone else to realize how much you mean to each other.I mean, I’m confident that you already do, but it’s easier said than done. But don’t worry; there will also be many more signs during your separation that will aid in your reunion. I’ve never seen anything like you two. This is nothing but the work of Oshun. I prayed that at least one of my babies would be blessed by Oshun and my prayers have once again been answered.”

Winston was visibly uneasy and overwhelmed by Carrie’s words. “But why separate? I don’t understand. We’re already long-distance as it is.”, Winston wondered.

“Because, my dear, you have to let go of the things you love the most to really understand their true value. Now, you two are tired I’m sure so go on to the room.”, Carrie instructed basically pushing them out of the Room.

When they returned to the remainder of the house, the living room was empty but the grandkids’ floor was jumping. With 21 grandkids, it’s only but so much turn up that can occur. The hallway was filled with muffled sounds of laughter, chatter, and music throughout the many rooms.

The hallway was filled with muffled sounds of laughter, chatter, and music throughout the many rooms. Because she was the first girl, Yaa was fortunate to have a room to herself at the very end of the hall. Winston looked in amazement at the beauty of the house as he toted their luggage to the end of the hall. “This room is..this whole house is...wow.”, Winston struggled to put into words everything he’d experienced since being at the house. From the vast columns that supported the house’s exterior to the smaller ones on the inside, the remodeled interior of the former plantation was indeed a wonder to behold.

Yaa’s room wasn’t as big as the other shared rooms, but it was definitely spacious enough. The dark hardwood floors and window treatments perfectly juxtaposed the off-white walls and neutral-toned furniture. Her room was the only room on the floor that kept with the modern farmhouse interior of the house.

By the time Winston got the bags in the room and got himself comfortable, his girlfriend emerged from the bathroom in her pajama shorts and her NFL ex-boyfriend’s Saints t-shirt. “Well don’t you look at peace”, Winston commented as he examined his girlfriend with a smirk on his face. She began playing music on her iPod dock and folding the comforter to the foot of the bed.

“Wins, I worked a half day, flew for hours, suffered through airport bullshit, and still had to drive to get here. I’m not snapping on you at all, it’s just a relief to finally take my fucking bra off. It’s waaay past time for me to do so.”, Yaa responded. There was a knock at the door. “Who is it?”, Yaa asked. “Bitch, it’s me.”, Erica responded semi-annoyed. Before Yaa could respond, the barn doors slid apart. Her cousins Delonte, Erica, and Whitney practically ran into her room and onto her tall bed just like old times. The trio climbed on the bed ever so awake, as though it wasn’t almost 2AM. “Where’s your man, girl?”, Delonte inquired. Yaa pointed to the bathroom door. Winston had the shower on. “Tay, I really wish you could’ve seen the look on yo momma’s face when Wins broke out in his accent.”, Whitney said holding back laughter. Delonte shook his head, “Bitch, I felt her thirst from the den. You ain’t gotta tell me shit.”, Delonte said in an embarrassed tone, “But enough about my wild ass Rhonda, let’s talk about how Ms. Khalida over here got her groove back. Looks like you got yourself a good one. ESPECIALLY if Marraine asked for him by name.” Yaa’s other cousins turned to her looking awaiting her response. Yaa threw a pillow at Delonte, “Shut the fuck up.” A beat. “Nah, but for real, he’s an amazing guy. He’s sweet,observant, cultured, funny, well-versed, intelligent, and just a good time overall. He done fucked around and softened a thug.”, Yaa failed to keep the grin she had from forming.

The three cousins looked at each other in disbelief. Their super hard, mean, and physical embodient of “Knuck if you buck” cousin was in love. Granted, she felt something for her previous boyfriends, but nothing came close to how Winston made her feel. She was glowing with joy and bliss. She was so enamored with her thoughts that she didn’t realize Winston and more cousins had come in her room. “Ooohhh, our lil triple OG for a cousin done caught feelings.”, her oldest cousin Daniel proclaimed,causing her other cousins to snickered. “Daniel, if you don’t get yo ugly, pea head ass out my goddamn room, nigga. I ain’t that soft. Get the fuck on!”, Yaa barked. Daniel swiftly did as his younger cousin told him.

Everyone conversed for another hour until Yaa kicked them out. Winston and Yaa were finally alone and cuddling each other to sleep. Yaa was almost there until Winston began striking up another conversation.

“Pumpkin?”, Winston called softly.

“Why aren’t you sleep?”, Yaa replied half-sleep and slightly irritated. Her back faced Winston’s face.

“Aren’t you worried about what your grandmother said this evening?”

Her eyes flew open. “I mean,yes and no.”

“Explain.”

“Nigga it is...3:54 in the goddamn morning and you asking me shit like it’s 4PM? This ain’t Oprah.” A beat and and drawn out sigh. “Look, I don’t think anyone wants to break up a great relationship. It concerns me like I’m sure it does you, but you gotta trust the process. Carrie and even her and my Rainy. However, unlike them…” she finally turned around gazing into Winston’s eyes, “...we had this detected early. I’d rather the plane’s malfunctions be detected before take-off and assessed on the ground than while we’re 10,000 plus feet in the air. But like she said, our bond as friends will help us along with other signs. I don’t want to let go either because I just got a hold to you.” They both snickered. “But I have to come to grips with the fact that this is going to help us. You gotta fight for who and what you believe in.”

Winston pondered on her words. He loved that she always knew what to say and how to say it.

“Well until you said it like that, I--”

“--You get it! Now goodnight.” She kissed his nose and placed his arms around her waist before she turned around and went to sleep.

Thanksgiving Day

“...and it is in this that we all say asé.”, Rainey prayed. The family responded back with scattered “asé’s” around the dining rooms. It was finally time to eat. After Rainey gave thanks to the ancestors through libations and prayer, everyone practically ran into the kitchen for the food. A handful of family members grabbed the various dishes and brought them to the main dining room.

The silence of the room was interrupted by the consistent and almost rhythmic clinking of silverware to the plates. Winston occasionally moaned in pleasure for his newfound love of Cajun-style fried turkey and fried catfish. The family laughed as their newest addition’s initiation was off to a great start.

Waiting to reach a reasonable pause, Rainey finally struck conversation. “Keedy, have you heard anything from your dissertation committee? It’s almost graduation time, you know?”, everyone at the table looked to Yaa for her answer,Winston included. “Yeah, babe. Who was that you were on the phone with on our way back from the orchard? Dr. Stoudemire,I think?”, Winston said coaxing her eyes to meet his.

She took a nice sip of wine and finally met his gaze. She crept one of her hands into both of his large,slender chocolate hands. You can do this, sis. She finally opened her mouth to speak, “Yeah. That was her and I’m sorry…”, her voice trailed off as she choked on her words, now softer than Janet Jackson in a confessional. The family looked to her to finish her sentence. “Pumpkin, what are you sorry for? Talk to me.”, Winston whispered.

“I-I’m sorry that...you all...uh...are gonna have to ask ‘which one?’ everytime you hear Dr. Abdullah because it’s now three of us at the table.”, Yaa said tried to contain her laughter. A natural-born actress. Despite the groans of those who were suckered into her act, almost everyone else celebrated the newest doctor at the table. Yaa hugged Winston’s neck as he whispered, “You play all day.”, into her ear.

“So that’s it? That’s all you had to say? So much for the surprise failure from Little Miss Perfect.”, Aunt Rhonda groaned. The table chatter quickly subsided as everyone else at the table looked at Aunt Rhonda, Yaa, and Carrie. Yaa’s aunts and uncles shook their heads as they knew Carrie, their niece, or a mix of two were about to cut the fuck up. “Ma, please don’t do this today...or ever. Just be happy for Keedy.”, Delonte pleaded. “Nah, fuck that. She always doin’ shit and never falling. Perfect life, perfect career, Hell, she even got the perfect man. Knowing her, he’s prolly not even really her boyfriend. How you go from that trash ass Quincy to Winston without missing a beat? What was the prayer,Dr. Keedy?”, Rhonda spat with such vitriol and sarcasm.

Yaa continued eating her shrimp etouffee and sipping the last of her wine as her aunt vented her frustrations at her. Yaa waited patiently for her to end.

“Well, Rhonda, since you want to act like a fucking child, I’m going to address as such. I’m human, so I’m not perfect, and you should have more common sense to understand that. Second, I don’t understand why you’ve had a problem with me since 2011. Now,I’ve allowed you to hurl all of your verbal punches at me for this long, and now tonight is the night.”, Yaa pointed her fork across the table towards Rhonda, “Woman to child: stop it. Grow the fuck up. As for us in this family, we don’t acknowledge that bastard’s name or presence. You understand me? In closing, as for my Winston, he is mine. Period. The prayer? I saw Uncle Wes’s new boyfriend and I said to the ancestors, ‘I see what y’all are doing for Unc, and I just ask that y’all slide me the same.’ Someone pass me the Pinot noir.”

Everyone covered their mouths in disbelief. Leave it to Aunt Janice to summarize the thoughts of the room. She,too, poured herself a glass of Rosé as she said, “Rhonda, we tried to warn you. That gal is Momma in a younger body. You knew better to touch the hot stove and now you burned yourself. Do what Tay said and just be happy for the baby. She done worked hard to get this doctorate a whole semester early.” In fairness, if Rhonda was going to bring up Quincy, then by the laws of pettiness, Yaa was obligated to bring up Rhonda’s ex-husband and Delonte’s dad Uncle Wes, who came out earlier in the year.

Khalida excused herself from the table and ran upstairs to her room, Winston trailing behind her after giving a fifteen-minute head start. Knock, knock. “I wanna be left alone.”, she said choking on her words. “It’s me, Pumpkin. We can talk through this locked door if that’s what you prefer. I just wanna see if you’re ok.”, Winston said loud enough for her to hear through the door. A few moments passed before Winston the unlocking of the doors. He walked in and walked onto the balcony where she had just finished rolling up. “I’m sorry about what happened back there, Pumpkin.”, he began, “I just came up here to make sure you were ok.” He pulled a loc out of her face and cautiously wiped the cold stray tears from her eyes. She kept her silence as she continued to cry and smoke her blunt. “There’s nothing you should be apologizing for, baby love.”, she spoke barely above a whisper and sniffled. Pulling the last of her blunt, she walked into the warmth of her room, motioning for him to follow suit. Eyes low, she looked into his concerned eyes and smiled. “I should be the one apologizing. I came out of myself in front of the whole family and you.” Winston shook his head no. He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed the top of her light brown locs. They held each other for what seemed like eternity. “You know, the family was expressing their shock for your read down there. They weren’t ready for that.”, Winston chuckled. Khalida answered, “Well,shit. Wait till I tell them I’m going with you to Tobago for Carnival instead of Mardi Gras next year.”

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A/N: Based off of the sensual choreography to Janet Jackson’s “Would You Mind”. Janet Damita Jo Jackson is one nasty bitch. This is also my first smut. Thank you for helping me out @babygirlofwakanda !!!! Y’all go check her shit out!!!!!

Pairing: Winston Duke x Black! OC

Word Count: 3.7K

Warning: SMUT, a little fluff

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Tuesday’s were studio days. Not the recording studio, but the dance studio. After work, Yaa damn near got a ticket rushing to the 6:30 class. Today was the choreography showcase. Her stilettos dance class had been working tirelessly for the last two meetings to get her choreography to Janet Jackson’s “Would You Mind” right.

Winston had watched bits and pieces of the choreography as she worked on it. He never saw the raunchier parts of it, just the complex pirouettes and shoulder flips. If you asked him, it was enough for him to check out his baby’s class for himself.

“I’m sooooo sorry I’m late,y’all! Meeting ran over and I hauled ass as soon I could!”, Yaa apologized as she rushed into the studio adjusting the drawstring on the heather gray sweatpants she’d accidentally stole from a former Yale football-playing beau on purpose. Yaa had had those sweats for years and they had become her babies. It was the perfect contrast to her blue sports bra and loose mustard crop top. Her seven waist beads hung around her waist beautifully. She’d placed her platinum locs in a messy top bun. “Alright,folks! Let’s get warmed up. Keep your heels in your bags.”

She’d opted to go barefoot for warm-ups.

In the spirit of the showcase, the warm-up music was by none other than Janet herself. Floor exercises and stretches were basically a dance party. During the transition from warm-ups to showcase, “Again” came on and Yaa took this time to remind the class she had pipes.

It was time. Yaa placed a chair near the mirror and the class parted around her like the Red Sea. “Who’s first?”, she asked the class. Silence suddenly fell over her rather lively class. “I’d hate to start calling on names randomly cuz that’s b—Sidney go.” Yaa began the song and Sidney, a rather introverted soul,came alive. She executed the choreography perfectly. She even added some rather...suggestive...moves of her own, which surprised everyone. “Whew,sis! Y’all give it up for the most improved!” Yaa hugged Sidney as she went back to her spot. Iyana, Quintell, Tiara, and Olivia all volunteered and did well.

While Olivia was performing, a familiar face attempted to sneak into the studio. It was impossible for someone Winston’s height and size to sneak anywhere, so to see him try to sneak into the back of the class made Yaa cackle. When Olivia finally finished, Yaa hugged her. “Well, class, it looks like we have a visitor. Ladies, I’d like for y’all to meet my non-stealthy ass boyfriend, Winston.” A chorus of “Ooohs” filled the room as Yaa and Wins locked eyes and began laughing. “Evening,ladies!”, Winston began, “Don’t pay me any mind, I just came to see what the pretty girl in the grey sweats was up to.” Yaa rolled in eyes in embarrassment as the class broke out in a drawn out “Awwwwwwwwwww” chorus. Winston made sure to make eye contact with his now-embarrassed fiancée.

Olivia broke the couple’s mutual gaze, “Now wait a minute,K.D., you mean to tell us that you’ve been with THICC DADDY M’BAKU this whole time and you didn’t have the nerve to tell us? Why don’t you do the dance for him? I mean, after all, the chair is there for a reason.” The remainder of the class agreed and egged their instructor on to dance for Winston.

Yaa shook her head as she began changing into her heels and out of her sweats, revealing her black dance shorts. The class playfully catcalled and gassed their instructor up as she stripped.

“WOOO K.D. GOT THAT WAGGGOOONNNNNNN!”

“Say,beautiful, what’s YO name?”

“Aye,aye! Lemme get that math,ma!”

Yaa continued to shake her head and roll her eyes. “Y’all as a collective ain’t shit. I want y’all to understand that. Somebody play the damn track before I change my mind.”, Yaa exclaimed. Boy, were those some SHAWT ass shorts. It had just enough lower cheek showing that the shorts didn’t look like boy shorts. Most of her hip tattoo was exposed and it definitely caught Winston’s eye. That tattoo was his Kryptonite and she was well aware of the effects it had on him. It may have been the reason she wore those shawt ass shorts in the first damn place. Fast ass hussy.

Yaa led Winston to the chair at the front and plopped him down in it. “This is for all the times you left me hot and bothered. Don’t even think about touching me during this dance.”,she whispered lustfully into his ear. Winston laughed deeply. “If this routine is any sexier than what your students are doing, you’re in big trouble,young lady.” Yaa was not backing down from this challenge.

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The music played and Yaa was in her own world. Her eyes locked onto Winston’s as the class cheered her on. Her body moved with such grace and fluidity. From the dangerously deep arch in her back to sitting in his lap and whispering sweet nasty shit in his ear, she was having a grand ol time teasing him. She allowed the lyrics to speak for her:

Baby, would you mind kissing me

All over my body

You missed a spot - there

Baby, would you mind tasting me

It's making me all juicy

Feeling your lips on mine

She even got him when she whispered her favorite lyric, “I’m wanna make you cum”, in his ear. He raised his eyebrow and the class erupted taking note on the intense chemistry the couple was displaying. They knew you had nasty tendencies, but NOTHING prepared them for the show their instructor was putting on for her beau. At the end of the routine, Winston hugged and kissed his fiancée before whispering in her ear,“You are in so much trouble, Khalida.” This was the one punishment Yaa couldn’t wait for.

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Yaa’s car ride home was consumed with thoughts of how Winston was going to lay the pipe on her. It’d been a few weeks since he’d last laid it down,so tonight was going to be one for the books. Before she could even get three steps into the foyer, her body was instantly pushed up against the wall with great force that damn near knocked off the expensive china on the table. With a hand to her throat and his hot breath beside her ear, she shivered when Winston began to speak. “I told you that you’d be in trouble when you got home, didn’t I? You don’t listen.”, he growled. Her lady parts began getting excited. “Now Daddy, when have I ever listened to you?”, she replied with spice in her tone.

Lifting her eyes she saw Winston’s eyes darken with pleasure and a hint of anger. Quickly gulping saliva down her throat, Yaa’s breath hitched as she felt a droplet of release dampen her underwear.

Seeing the startled face and a single bead of sweat slide down her face, Winston sickly grinned as he decided to make beg for forgiveness. Make her apologize for working him up and grinding her body on his hardened length after his multiple pleads.

Oh, he was gonna have her beg.

Tightening his grip around her neck, he pulled his face closer and stuck his tongue out tracing the her outer ear with his wet muscle. Causing a sharp intake of breath to inhale from Yaa’s mouth Winston eyes lowered with ecstasy as he pulled his mouth away. “Apologize.” He croaked, as the visual of her mouth parted and head tilted back began affect his manhood. “Oh? So we gettin’ bold today,I see. Why should I be apologi—”, Yaa’s ballsy statement was interrupted by the tightening of Winston’s hands around her neck. “Apologize for teasing me earlier, for disobeying me, and for leaking in your panties without my permission.”, he commanded with total dominance, giving Yaa no time to leisure as he tightened his grip around her neck a little more.

Only whimpering in response, Yaa felt the rise of her nipples and liquid in her panties gain weight. Hearing no response, but only watching her face twist up in further pleasure. Winston squinted his eyes, “No baby, use your words. Where was that energy when you kept showing your ass to the rest of your class, huh?”,he questioned with an underlining condescending tone of voice. Yaa felt herself going in and out of consciousness—a feeling she wasn’t necessarily opposed to. She finally mustered enough strength to tap his large arm. It wasn’t until she tapped his arm rapidly that Winston realizes his girlfriend was nearing the Ancestral Plane. He slightly loosened his grip and she immediately began gasping for air, “I already told you...that...was payback for all those times you left me high and dry at night...leaving me...months,weeks at a time...got me and my pussy in...overdrive...all for you to just...leave?!” Yaa snapped back with such gusto, considering she was just being choked out not long ago.

Hearing her response, Winston’s grip slowly regained strength as processed her answer. “Nah, Yaa. It doesn’t work like that. You got me hard in public and if I would have fallen into your trap we would have been fucking in front of your class and you don’t want that do you?” He asked, as his eyes regained the threatened look of pleasure. Yaa’s lustful gaze met his. She couldn’t answer his question with words; rather, with an intense kiss. Her lips crashing into his thick lips was a drug that Winston took pleasure in. Their tongues combatted for dominance as Winston carried Yaa up the stairs to the bedroom.“Well it looks like we’re not in public anymore now,are we? Make me apologize,Daddy.” Yaa mumbled into his lips. Winston nearly drops Yaa when she said Daddy.

She knew just how to get him riled up—calling him “Daddy” or “Big Daddy” (used only when she was off the Henny or D’usse) was a sure fire way to get him. “Strip.” He commanded as he dropped her on the bed. Without thought, the usually bull-headed and bratty Yaa did as she was told with the quickness. Sis was finally getting her dick after all this time away from her man and even she herself couldn’t get in the way of her punishment.

Watching her thick frame shuffle the bed to remove her clothing Winston took his time as he balled up the ends of shirt and gradually lifted it over his head teasing Yaa in the process. With low eyes Winston watched Yaa’s naked body come into play as he fumbled with the belt around his waist. “Lemme get this for you,Daddy.” Yaa said sensually and she traveled towards him. “Stop. On your knees...I’m only saying it once,Khalida.” He commanded as he went through his phone. “Would You Mind” began playing throughout the house. She laughed as she crawled to her Daddy. It wouldn’t be long after Yaa was back on her bullshit as she slowed her crawl significantly. She watched as Winston’s face twisted. He paused the music. “Nah,baby, you’re gonna do this right. Start that shit over.”

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Hearing his demand, Yaa looked up at his face that gave an unreadable expression. She couldn’t tell if he was on the verge of snapping her body or on the verge of anger. Retracing her steps back to the headboard, she watched a sly grin appear on his face.

As the song resumed, she got back into the zone. “Show me the dance one more time.” Winston demanded. He watched as his now naked fiancée showcased her visual masterpiece in front of him once again. His member began to resist against his jeans as he made note of Yaa’s waist beads and tattoos, including his Kryptonite. He loved the way the beads compliment her full waist. Winston watched as Yaa pressed her knees into the mattress and swayed her body to the song. Every thrust of her hips and breath lifting her chest sent Winston into further bliss. “—damn.” He mumbled underneath his breath as his eyes glazed over with admiration.

As the song continued on passed the choreography’s end, Yaa began to crawl back to Winston. When she approached her destination, she got up and sat in his lap as was still struggling to get his belt unfastened. “I told you I’d get it,Wins.”, Yaa said as she began unbuckling his belt.

Allowing her fingers to quickly loosen his belt Yaa freed the restrain letting the leather fall around the bulging tent underneath his pants. Flicking her eyes up Yaa spotted Winston’s head tilted back as he was put in a partial state of bliss. Taking that as an opportunity to tease him, Yaa ran her hand over his hardened length causing a throaty groan to erupt from deep within his throat.

Yaa smirked and giggled as she carefully placed her platinum locs into a ponytail. Winston looked down and caught Yaa biting her bottom lip at the sight of her blessed boyfriend’s member finally being freed. Her breath hitched as it sprung up from its restraints. “Do you like what you see, my love?” Winston asked as he subconsciously stroked his member.

Seeing his massive hands grip his thick length did wonders for Yaa. She could have sworn she felt wetness puddle underneath her and onto the comforter. Tired of gazing at the brown dick with pre-cum seeping from the tight hole on top, of his overlapping tip, Yaa placed her hand on top of Winston and lowered her head taking his manhood in her mouth.

The first drop of saliva that made contact with his sensitive muscles immediately locked Winston up. Peering down at Yaa he watched her bob her head up and down as she took her time wrapping her lips around him. “—fuck, keep going.” He grumbled, as he timidly placed his large palm on top of her head.

Feeling his hand ruff up her dreads, Yaa felt him pull her head up off of her dick. Seeing the thin lines of his pre-cum attach to his tip and the inside of her mouth made her whimper at the sight. Wanting to put her mouth back on his redden tip, she started whining until she felt him lower her head back down. Continuing to bob on him like a candy apple, Yaa went back to work as she heard a faint, “Damn.” from above. Hearing that strained “damn” was all she needed to hear.

The further she went down his length, the more his hips began to buck. By the time she’d reached his base, he was bucking and cursing. Yaa smirked before she looked up to her man, dick in mouth like a popsicle on a hot Louisiana day, “Damn, Daddy. Where ya goin’? It’s almost like...” she began licking circles around and kissing his tip, “…like you’re running away from me. You running away from me?”,said as she licked the length and sucked with more suction on his tip. He struggled to form coherent sentences,”I’m not...running awAAAY...from you...DenAAaYE!” This nigga was lying. He never called her Denae unless he was either calling her full name or during sex. “Don’t lie to me, Chris.” She could sense that he was about to bust before he could. Suddenly, she was stopped.

Her head was quickly pulled away from his length only giving her a view of his pulsating head and bulging veins snaking around his dick. “—what are you doing?” She squeaked. Hearing the faint chuckling from above she sat up straight and looked up at his conniving face. “You really thought I was going to let you drink my cum while your on punishment? Tisk..” He stated, with his voice full of control and slyness. “—besides...” he said getting up and stalking towards his prey,”...I need to *mAkE YoU aPoLoGiZe*,remember?” She shook her head at his poor attempt at her Southern accent.

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The spurts of cum falling on the comforter was a sight to see just as much was hearing Winston’s groans as he released his heavy load. Sitting up on her elbows, Yaa watched her man finish before he flicked up his droopy eyelids sending her a threatening look causing a shiver to roll down her spine. It was in that moment that she knew she was officially fucked and that there would be no more teasing and playing around with him; only cumming and moaning would be allowed.

The two share a lustful, almost predatory gaze. Winston stalked towards her, flipping her on her stomach around like a neglected rag doll. His hand slapping down on her right cheek made Yaa quickly get into formation and get into the proper position.

Watching her scramble on the bed, Winston gripped his girth in his hand and tapped his bulky head in between the slit of her moist lips.

He watched in admiration at the sight of this beautiful woman’s body ink. Her lower back was blessed with a vibrant tattoo of Ma’at, the Egyptian goddess of truth, a tattoo he was just seeing for the first time. Her right shoulder blade kissed with a Basquiat crown. The side of her left boob was kissed with “lust” in Arabic. My God,she is a sight to behold, he thought to himself.

Without warning, he entered his full length into her warm opening. She shrieked in pleasure and pain, mostly pain. Still not use to his powerful strokes after her many orgasms, Yaa cried, “Slow down!” as Winston immediately thrusted into her at a fast pace. “Nah, I don’t want to hear that shit.” He commanded, as he snapped his pelvis creating the loud slap to erupt throughout the room.

Yaa shrieked as loud as she possibly could. If the neighbors weren’t already listening, now would be the perfect opportunity. “Apologize.” Winston commanded. The authority in his already baritone voice made Yaa’s pussy clench in arousal. She was now at the mercy of her man’s sexual control and she was unable to speak,partly from the shock of seeing this new man wrecking her shit from the back and also because she’d screamed most of her voice away.

Hearing her loud screams quickly turn into faint ones as Winston pounded into her juicy opening. “I’m not gonna repeat myself, apologize.” Winston demanded, as he slapped his hand on her ass leaving a outline of his palm. “I’m...so...soRRRRYYYYY....Da...DADDDYYYY!” Yaa attempted to say as he was hitting her spot with every stroke. “I don’t believe it, Pumpkin. What are so sorry for?” He asked while accenting every word with a stroke more aggressive than the last. Yaa’s eyes began to sting with tears as she struggled to keep herself together.

Not slowing down to give her time to comprehend her words, Winston continued to give her deep strokes hitting her g-spot everytime. “—nah, say it again.” Winston groaned, as he felt her wetness enclose around his dick. “I said that I’m sorry daddy!” Yaa exclaimed. Meanwhile, she felt her walls began to contract against her heavy length as Winston plowed into her core. Feeling her resume Yaa’s tears started clouding her eyes and blurring her vision.

“Tell Daddy what you’re sorry for.” Winston demanded as he picked her up. “What are you do—” Yaa’s question was interrupted with a sharp smack to her left cheek. “Nah,Pumpkin, shut your mouth. You don’t get to speak.” Yaa’s back made hard contact with the wall as Yaa tried to readjust herself on the wall.

Only having a few seconds to enjoy her precious walls, Yaa was suddenly filled back up with Winston’s girth. He was literally slamming his entire body weight into Yaa’s as he thrusted into her gushing hole. Pulling back out Winston caught a glimpse of his coated dick before he plunged back into Yaa’s opening.

Yaa was no more good. Her leg was trembling and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head. It was damn near impossible for Yaa to form words, yet alone coherent sentences. “Da...daddy...I—I’m sss...sor...ry...for...FUCK!” “For what, Pumpkin? Talk to Daddy.” “Fo...for...teasing you...all...this time...and...FUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!”, she was riding out nut #3, “...act...acting out...RIGHT TH—SHIIIIIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! JUST LIKE THAT,DADDY!!!!”

Her sweat draped over her body like a coat as she desperately clawed at Winston’s back. “Daddy, I’m about to cum.” Yaa whispered in his ear. Her request goes unanswered. In a elevated state of pleasure, Winston subconsciously blocked out his other senses and focused on her nipple.

The stimulant became too much for Yaa as she felt her lower half pulsate and secrete. “Fuck, Winston!” She yelled, before tossing her head back abruptly hitting the wall.

Following closely behind Yaa the large man began to shoot his load deep within her cervix. “C’mon, Daddy. Just like that .”,she cooed in his ear as she gazed into his deep coffee orbs.

Feeling Winston fill her up until the brim, Yaa felt the dripping of their shared cum oozing out and around his thick length.

The room was filled with grunts and moans as they finally come down from their shared euphoria. They’d unlocked a new realm of bliss, something they'd never experienced with anyone else. Despite the aggressive nature of their sexual episode, this was lovemaking at its finest. They knew each other’s needs and satisfied them. Their souls became intertwined and their sexual energies were in tandem.

After getting herself together, Yaa got back in bed. As she stared at the ceiling, she sensed something was off. Off wasn’t necessarily bad; just different. They’d gone unprotected a handful of times, but she’d felt this indescribable sensation in her core.

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The darkness of the sky quickly transforming into light quickly woke Winston up as the chirping of the birds outside gave away the time of day. Seeing Yaa’s blonde dreads stuffed in his arms he watched the yellow sun rays cascade down on his love. Shifting her in his arms ,Winston seen her eyes flutter as they opened. Looking down at Yaa’s sleepy gaze he immediately knew something about her was different. Glancing at her face he knew there wasn’t a physical change, but perhaps a spiritual change that brewed overnight after their passionate lovemaking.

The cake to my ice cream:

A/N: So here I am once again, giving you all another unnecessary one-shot that’s coming out before an At First Glance chapter. I literally cannot write this specific chapter and it’s driving me up a wall. It’ll be out one of these days, I promise. Until then, let’s stan some present-day Yaa and Wins! Also, special shouts to @maya-leche for inspiring this fic.

Warning: Cotton candy Fluff, Black Love, A Black King worshipping his Black Queen

Word Count: ~1.5K

This Saturday morning was unusual for you and Winston. Winston got up before you did, which was especially strange given that you were the early riser on Saturday mornings. You were the one being cuddled to sleep; you rested half of your head on your silk-covered pillow and the other half on your fiance’s chest. All of that room in his California king bed and y’all chose to cuddle up on each other. Your short arms cuddled around his waist like a child holding on to their favorite stuffed animal. Well, he was your favorite stuffed animal.

You were the highlight of his morning every morning. He made sure to observe every single detail of his Pumpkin; your caramel-hued skin, your perfectly arched eyebrows, your sweet scent, and the glow that radiated from your face.  He took in all of your sleeping beauty, even the loud snoring, light drooling, and open mouth. To Winston, everything about you was beautiful. God had truly blessed him with an angel--a loud, outgoing, bold, funny, and sweet angel.

He looked at you and realized that he should treat you today. After all, you’d been helping everyone but yourself. He gently placed you back on your side of the bed and kissed you on your forehead before heading to his master bathroom.

He made a beeline to your hair drawer. You’d managed to keep the same things you had in your D.C. bathroom in his California bathroom. Watching you do locs after all of these years and watching other people on YouTube do their locs made him feel like he was your loctician. His face lit up the moment he found all of your Wash Day staples. She deserves this.

He kissed you out of your sleep. You chuckled as you stirred from your long slumber.  “C’mon, Pumpkin, time to get up. This Wash Day isn’t going to start on its own.”, Winston cooed.  Your sleepy eyes were greeted by your favorite Tobagonian tree, your Winnie the Duke. “Good morning, my Winnie.”, you said sweetly. Unlike Winston, your morning voice was a good two octaves higher than your already sweet and melodic voice. He looked into your light brown orbs with admiration and awe. “Thank you for the reminder about Wash Day”, you said as you began to get out of the bed.

Winston almost immediately stopped you from moving. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Pumpkin! Where are you going?”, Winston questioned. You gave your fiance a stern and threatening look. You reluctantly returned to bed, arms crossed and attitude on 11.

Winston shuffled back to the bathroom. He closed the sliding doors enough to leave a small crack for your viewing pleasure. There was enough scooting and crashing going on in there for you to get up, but you decided not to act on your impulse. After all, you’d ruined many a surprise tryna be nosy, so there was no point of ruining this one.

After what seemed like forever, Winston emerged from the bathroom visibly out of breath. “Alright, Dr. Duke, are you ready for the Wash Day experience of a lifetime?”, Winston eagerly inquired. He was practically gushing with excitement and yet you looked at him with a twisted face of genuine confusion. “Why are you so excited about my Wash Day, Duke?”, you asked, keeping the same confused look on your face. You got out of bed once more and Winston enthusiastically led you to the bathroom the same way you usually led him into Sephora, Whole Foods, or Target.

You look around and see that Winston has turned the master bathroom into a pop-up salon. Your hair drawer is out in the middle of the bathroom with your hair clips and loc gel on top of the drawer. There was a stool in the tub, along with your DIY shampoo, moisturizers, and hair oils bordering the tub. You noticed your old t-shirt that you dried your hair off with.

You turned around to see a now shirtless Winston smiling from ear to ear. “Well...uh...I-uh...decided to treat you today by uh...doing your locs today. Consider me your own Celeste today.”, Winston said nervously. No matter how much he was around you, Winston still managed to become sorta bashful, which you never understood why. You found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl.

“What did I do to fucking deserve you, Winston Christopher? I really get to marry you?!”, you squealed into his chest as you hugged your tree of a fiance. You looked up to gaze into his coffee-colored orbs with full adoration. He wiped the stray tears that managed to escape your eyes. The vibrations of his hearty laugh and the kiss he placed on top of your head made you warm on the inside. He finally broke the silence, “ Stop asking so many questions, my love. You’ve been working nonstop since October. You do realize that your partners had to *force* you to finally take your vacations days in September, right? Besides, with the Sheimbloom and now the wedding coming up, your summer’s been a little busy. So please, let me cater to my Pumpkin today.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, Winston was right. You’d been working like a maniac since October, working on cases and speaking at many events on many platforms. You did take a break during major holidays, but you didn’t get a trip unless it was a business trip. You had been grinding for the Sheimbloom award and now that you’d finally won, you needed to be catered to.

You rolled your eyes at Winston. “Sure. You bet not fuck my shits up either. I will drop your ass like a bad call.”, you warned. Once more, Winston’s face lit up and he quickly led you to the tub and sat on the stool in the tub. After you situated yourself between his legs, he poured warm water over your head, beginning the hair ritual.

His heavy yet steady hands gently massaged your scalp and combed through the length of your locs. He was in a zone. The two of you conversed about locations for the wedding as he applied the scalp cleanser in a second time.

“--I was thinking either Martha’s Vineyard or New Orleans.”, you presented.

“Why those places, sis?”, he asked in a higher-pitched. He was in full hairdresser mode, which made you not take the conversation serious anymore.

“Well, Martha’s Vineyard because I like the idea of having a small, black-tie wedding. New Orleans because obviously my folks are there and that’s where you and I truly fell in love with each other. We were in love with the thought of each other, but it wasn’t until that night that we realized we were in love. New Orleans will always have a special place in my heart thanks to you.”, you replied sweetly. You could sense he was processing what you had just said by the way he stopped massaging your head. You looked up to see Winston in la la land smirking. “Aye, nigga, I ain’t got all day. You about to be fired on your first day.”, you growled through your teeth as you nudged his knee.

His head fell back in laughter. “I’m sorry, love. I must’ve been too deep in thought.”

“MUST HAVE BEEN?!” You clicked your teeth and shot him a look of disgust, “I’m not about to argue with you.”

He finally washed out your scalp cleanser and dried your hair with an old t-shirt (he learned that from YouTube). He helped you out of the tub and on back to the bedroom, hair drawer in tow. “Alright..”, he began, “...let’s get this mane together, shall we?” He sectioned your hair off and went to work integrating the new growth into the remainder of each loc. Your seven-year loc journey was paying off with your hair now falling halfway down your back. The sensation of Winston palm-rolling your locs and clipping your roots was therapeutic, considering that you weren’t doing it this time.

The two of you conversed about everything as your hair air dried. “Now I have to say, Wins, from what I can feel, you did a terrific job. Chantay, you stay!”, you exclaimed. You turned around to see Winston showing off that beautiful gap in a cocky grin and even cockier laugh. “Well you know, I do what I can...especially for my favorite girl.”, he remarked. You rolled your eyes in pure disgust, “Whatever, nigga.”

After being under the dryer, the two of you spent the remainder of the day drinking wine and watching The Golden Girls, a mutual hit in the Abdullah-Duke households. You were sitting on the couch sitting under one leg and the other leg in Winston’s lap. The two of you laughed uncontrollably at the antics of your favorite four old white women.

Winston stared at you as you lit up whenever you cackled. He’d been noticing a glow around you for a few weeks now. Something was off, not a bad off, but something was out of the ordinary with you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but whatever it was could wait. He pulled you into his lap and showered you with kisses. “I love you so much, Yaa Denae.” You looked into his eyes and kissed his lips and chubby ass cheeks, “I love you too, Celeste.” Before you could jump out of his grasp, he pushed you out of his lap and tried to contain his annoyed laughter, “GOODBYE, DENAE!”

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