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Zaire opened his eyes, feeling Konami kissing his face.
"Move Nami." He chuckled, and she smiled, kissing his neck.
"Time to wake up." She mumbled, sucking his neck, and he bit his lip.
"Let me up mama." He smirked, and she raised off of him.
He walked in her bathroom, brushing his teeth before getting back in bed with her.
"Von wanna talk to me. What you told him?" He asked, lighting two blunts that was in her nightstand and passing one to her.
"Nothing that had to do with you. Oh, he probably wanna fight cause he saw my back. I told him we was good though." She shrugged, blowing smoke out of her mouth.
He nodded his head, leaning back as he smoked the blunt.
He wasn't much of a talker, and she knew that. He'd rather listen to her talk his ear off, which she almost always did.
She was quiet this time as she laid on his chest, heightening his senses since he figured something was wrong.
"Wassup Nami?" He rasped.
"Nothing, I'm fine. Just thinking." She mumbled, her eyes lowering.
"About what baby?" He asked, pulling her to lay on top of him.
"Why are you the way you are Zaza? What happened?" She laid her head in his neck, and his eyebrows furrowed.
"Fuck is you talking bout?" He frowned, and she chuckled.
"That Zaire. You be so sweet to me, then you just switch and start being rude as hell. I know you don't do it on purpose. And it just started in like, February I think. What happened?" She sat up, now straddling his waist as she smoked her blunt.
He sat up against her headboard, rubbing her hips.
"I don't know Nami." He mumbled, and she tilted his head to look at her.
"What happened Zaire?" She repeated, her soft tone making his dick harden under her.
He gripped her neck, pressing his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, slipping her tongue in his mouth.
He sucked on her tongue, before their tongues fought for dominance. She moaned into the kiss, smiling as she won.
She bit her lip as he trailed his kisses down her neck. He left a hickey, and she lifted her head to give him more room, now aroused.
"Zaire, answer me." She moaned, his hands roaming her body.
"You." He flipped them over, pressing himself against her as he kissed her lips again.
"What, shit, what does that even mean?" She said into the kiss, and he pulled away sucking her bottom lip.
"Be quiet, you talk too much." He pulled her panties off, and she smiled.
