𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜.𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

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𝘀𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁༄
𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝗈
sacramento, ca

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       connie toys with your new waistbeads which he isn't even supposed to see but he kept lifting your shirt to see em anyways.

"i like this set cause they my favorite colors, make me think you got em for me" he says rolling the pink and blue colored beads between his fingers and you smack his hand away which he makes a small hiss out.

"i told you not to touch them connie stop it" and he rolls his eyes and he sees you're actually irritated so he does stop. moving to kiss your tummy, "okay, im sorry, magic. i won't touch em no mo" he says kissing above and around them, his voice is sweet and sincere, and you take his wrist into your hand, "its okay, you can touch but like soft okay? don't pull at them or roll em n stuff" and he nods as you put his hand on your belly and he just slides two fingers under the beads and lets it rest there.

he moves from laying with his head on your tummy to laying beside you with his head turned. "can i get a kiss?" he asks, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder.

"no" you say, but when he leans over to hover his face above yours, you bring both palms to his cheeks and bring him in for a kiss. connies kisses always feel good, warm and soft, speaking a thousand words. they always tell you he cares, and they make you feel safe, like you never want to move away from them.

you like it when connie does slow pecks again and again just to keep kissing you. "i did" you mumble against his lips not giving him any context. you're lying too, but it would make him happy and feel good, so its okay.

"did what, hermosa?" he says and his head is like a birds, pecking down to kiss repeatedly, "i got your fav colors" you say and connie sits up and his legs cris cross apple sauce as he looks to you. his thick and deep dimple pressing back in his cheek and his lips are curved completely upwards as he tries to keep his mouth closed to hide the big smile on his face.

"no you didn't, lies" he says and puts his elbow on his thigh, resting his head on a fisted hand while he looks at you sit up and roll your eyes. "nuh uh, i was thinkin bout you while the lady did em" you say reaching your hands out to his face but he rolls his eyes, again, playfully.

"lying is bad for the soul" he says and points his finger at her shaking it symboling no no and bad. "i was thinkin bout you, why would i lie to my soul lover?" you clasp your hands together in your lap, looking at him with a firm face that doesn't show an ounce of dishonesty.

"people who say why would i, or i have no reason to, are usually doing exactly what they say after." you push his shoulder and connie puts his hands behind him, planting to the bed so he can remain balanced.

you put a small pout on and scoot closer to him until you find yourself straddling him with your thighs pressed out on either side of his knees. "but ion lie to you" you say with a frown, looking around the room trying not to show that you just want to see him happy and feeling good about the small fact.

"don't know bout that one" he says with a small snicker with his body leaning up and his hands pulling your shirt down, then wrapping his arms around your torso.

"boy please, i don't sit up in yo face and lie, but fine, you're right, i got the beads because im pregnant by my sneaky link and we don't know the gender" you bring your hands around his head and he tilts in your hands, "why do you think thats funny? now if i fuck you so hard your cervix ruptures then what we gon do?" his voice is deep and calm and you suck your lips into your mouth letting the bones of your lips press together with the blockage of skin and connies looking up to you with his soft sweet honey eyes.