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Chapter 1: The Disagreement

summary: elijah and annie find everything to argue about. he's never home, she is always complaining. their heads are butting. this is the final straw that turned them towards couples therapy. warning: she might get some head or sumn cus he a sorry ass nigga and she deserve it lmao as always, enjoy.

They sat at the dinner table in complete silence. Forks scraping the plates slowly. The tension in the house was thick.

Annie and Elijah Moore sat across from each other in their dining, shooting quick glances at each other. Both preparing for the inevitable argument that was coming.

A sigh left Annie's lips. He threw his fork down into his plate and rested his arms on the table. His face tight and eyebrows burrowed in, "Speak woman, the sighs are ruining my appetite."

"You were late. Again," she said calmly. But she felt the frustration rising.

"I'm here aint I?" But that wasn't the point. The point was he couldn't do simple things like come home on time, or just be fucking happy to see her.

"It's not the same 'Lijah, you know it. All I wanted was to spend one night with you," she explained. They'd argued so much she thought that doing something nice together would soothe their constant bickering. She missed her husband. This is the same man that couldn't keep his hands off of her. The same man that chased her 5 blocks cause he just NEEDED to know her name.

"I just don't understand Annie, help me fucking understand why you are so fucking unhappy," he pleaded with her. He was sick and tired of the back and forth. Sick and tired of the silent treatment. He had been walking on eggshells around her for weeks and fucking weeks.

It didn't matter how many times they sat down or tried to have a civilized conversation, they just couldn't.

"Oh now the nigga can't figure out why I'm unhappy huh? Any other time you figure shit out on your fucking own just fine," she threw in his direction. She was tired of always having to explain everything to this fucking man. One explanation should be enough, it's not the first time this argument has happened.

"I'll spell it out for you one last time, because you never seem to understand shit that should be so fucking simple. I'm finding it hard to be connected to you. You're distant and always irritated. If I have a problem with something I have to calculate how irritated you're going to be. I'm tired Elijah. I'm tired of fighting," she was defeated. Nothing was changing.

"I love you, Elijah. I love you with every bone in my body. But you're like a brick wall. You're always trying to find something to fix, you don't ever stop to just enjoy the moment. And, I'm tired of fighting for a spot in your life that should already be mine," a tear escaped her eye. She wiped it away quickly.

He let out a deep breath as he watched his wife bare her soul. His body panicked first, seizing on the spot at the realization of her words. He was... losing her? No this couldn't be that. His wife? Had he been so blind to it that he didn't notice her slipping.

"So what you saying to me? What? You gon leave me?" He was barking but he was shaking like a bitch.

"I'm saying, I wanna go to therapy," she held her head. Though this man was infuruating, she knew him. He was not going for that. But she was running out of options. It was either fight for her relationship or leave it. And if he wanted that too, he'd do it.

His face went through the motions before he responded. The last thing he wanted was to lose the love of his life. He couldn't pinpoint when he'd stopped loving her full heartedly. Somewhere he fucked up. He wasn't a 'therapy' type of nigga. Hell, he aint talk much to the people he loves, he was always a man of few words.

He looked his wife in her eyes, "Alright." She was shocked he'd agreed. "Alright then. I'm gon clean up and then we can start to look for one."

-

Annie moved quickly to clear the table. They settled in the living room and they began to search. Elijah noticed quickly that his wife had already been looking into counseling. She had about 7 people she already considered for them.

"Damn, I see this been on your mind for a while," he sighed. "Yeah. It has been. I just never got the chance to say something until tonight," her voice quiet and sad.

His heart was breaking watching how hard his wife was struggling to just talk to him. "Anais, I love you. I don't wanna lose you. I been fucked up at work and neglecting you here at home. And this is where this shit truly matters. Ian into nobody's therapy but for you? I'll tell that muhfucka' everything about me," she giggled at his confession , tears welling in her eyes.

This was her Elijah. She just wanted her Elijah back full time and not when his back up against a wall. But it was a small crack in very built up amour. "I'm serious baby. I'm so sorry," her grabbed her laptop moving it to the side. He placed her hands in his and kissed her wrists. The kiss sent waves of electricity up her spine. He was still her husband. The simplest touches sent her to the moon.

"I-I know 'Lijah," damn it been a minute since she felt his lips on her. "And I believe you. But it's gotta be more than words right now. I need to see you doing it. I don't want to feel alone when I have a husband. A man who has given me the moon and stars but most of all him. I just want him and if you can't give me that... Well I'd rather know that now than spend a lifetime asking why I wasn't enough," the tears are rolling down her face rapidly.

His hand comes to wipe away her tears. "I'm here and I'm gon fight for it baby. You the most important person in my life, Annie. You my world." She nods her head as she's accepting his words, she wipes her tears away.

He tilts her face up to his, and kisses her softly. The kiss is speaking to them both. Their marriage has the ability to heal. They have the opportunity to get it together and fight for what they want.

Raw emotion turns into tongues being swapped and not knowing how she got under him. Heavy breathing fills the quiet room. "Elija-a-hh- hah," he's nipping at her neck and she's losing all her goddamn control. Her hands gripped his arms as he continued the assault on her neck. His hand reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Under was a simple black push up bra, her nipples already spilling out of her shirt. His hand came up to play with the half exposed peak.

Her back arched in response to his pinching and pulling. Elijah's lips hovered over her mouth. "Let me show you how sorry I am," he growled. Annie nodded her head taking his lips against hers one more time. Her tongue sliding slowly against his bottom lip, she could feel his dick twitching. Her hand slid down to touch but her stopped her, pilling her hand to the cushion. "I said let me show you how sorry I am," his voice thick with need.

He tugged her bra down, her chocolate breast spilling into his hands. He wrapped his mouth around her hardened nipples. Salivating at the mouth her spit and licked all over them, switching back and forth between the two. He tugged on them lightly with his teeth, "Oh fuck, Elijah." She was completely gone. Her body was overstimulated and he didn't even touch her yet. Her legs wrapped around his waist trying to create more friction in between her legs.

He licked down her stomach until he reached the button on her jeans, "Can I take these off of you?" His eyes locked on her from below. "Yes."

He unbuttons her jeans and slides them down pulling her panties down with them, he's drooling at the sight of her. Thinking to himself how much of a zombie he must've been to give this up. Her pussy is fat and glistening already. Her lips were wet with anticipation already leaking down into her ass. "Sit up so you can watch me eat you," his voice like thunder.

He pinned her legs back, positioned his mouth at her open and took a long, slow lick through her folds. She moaned at the contact of his warm tongue, her nectar spilling onto his tongue. A low hum escaped his mouth at the taste and smell of her.

Her pussy was so warm and crying on his tongue. He slurped on her clit, spitting and sucking it back into his mouth quickly. His tongue slid back and forth across her pearl. Her hands gently rubbed the side of his head as his slowly broke her down.

He licked from her clit into her opening, and tongue fucked her gently. Slowly sticking his tongue inside of her and pulling it out. Soft squirts exiting her and wetting his face. "Wet my face up mama," he growled in between the strokes of his tongue. She couldn't help but to cry out at how good this shit felt. He was literally eating the soul out of her.

"Baby, don't stop. Oh my god, please don't stop," she whined on his tongue. The familiar feeling of her stomach heating but so much more intense. He was sending her body into overdrive. She gripped the back of his head, fucking his tongue into her slippery hole. Her hips bucked onto his mouth, "Papa, fuck me! Oh my- shit!" He hardened his tongue as his tongue flicked inside of her, caressing her inside. As far as he could lick inside of her, he did.

"Gimme that cum, mama," he grunted. Her pussy gushed around his tongue, he held his head still as she came all of his tongue. "Baby, I'm cumming.. I'm fucking cumming all over that fucking face! FUCK!" She released his face with a swift shove as her body attempted to recover. The feeling was coming back into her toes when she felt his tongue on her again, sucking up around she let out.

"I'ma just clean you up real quick," he licked her tender.

He kissed back up to her face, his face wet. He kissed her deep with everything he had.

-

They'd showered and gotten ready for bed. The first time in a long time they'd been around each other without a stupid and pointless fight. It was nice and Annie felt hopeful.

Elijah on the other hand was overthinking it all. He didn't want her to think he wasn't serious. He had so much to prove and so much to earn back. He didn't deserve her right now but he'd do anything to earn it again. To deserve her again. "Annie, I think you should set up an appointment with Dr. Tone soon."

She turned to meet his eyes, he seemed sure. She didn't have to know he was scared shitless.

"I will," she said definitely.

-

Two days later they sat in the waiting room of Dr. Tone's office. From what they could tell online she was well liked and she always kept it real. That's what they needed, raw honesty.

The door opened and out step and small black woman with big red glasses. "Mr and Mrs. Moore?" They looked at each other and took a deep breath.

They entered the office and sat down on the couch. "Well it is lovely to meet you both, I'm Dr. Victoria Tone. I've been a therapist for about 10 years now. I just have a few opening questions to kind of get a feel for what you need as a couple. I take this job very seriously but as it is your money, it's best to come with the actual intention of receiving the help. I want to ask you, what brings you to me?" She was sweet and patient. But she had a no bullshit policy. You either come real or you don't come at all.

They'd known that it would be hard but it would probably be even harder to fuck around with Dr. Tone.

Smoke spoke first, "I, I mean, we come with the intention of walking away as better partners in life. I'd never play with my lifeline."

Annie's head perked up hearing her husband set intentions for them.

Dr. Tone peeked over her glasses, setting her writing pad in her lap, "I hope so Mr. Moore. Now... what brought you here?"

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Bo flirtin’ with you at work.

(Ugggg I love this man so badddd 😩😩😩)

Pt. 2 yall

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Y’all…I fear I got a new obsession with Bo Chow from sinners.