Riptide /GxG/(Completed)

TWENTY-THREE

J A Z M I N E

"Ready?" She asked, watching me as I redid my belt and I smiled appreciating the dominating sense of confidence she was currently emitting.

My body buzzed with different emotions and thoughts as the meekness I had previously released began retreating to its safe place.

"Yeah," I replied, biting my lip for a split second as she took careful strides towards me.

Memories of the moment we had recently shared drifted into my mind and I released a small laugh in response as I pushed the door open allowing our vessels to return to the main area.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just didn't expect that," I confessed truthfully as my gaze met hers and she smiled while the observation that she hadn't used the bathroom acquainted my mind letting me know that our desire filled exchange was initiated by her with intent.

"Do you want something to drink?" She asked, making her need for a change in topic obvious and I allowed it.

"I—"

"Jazzy," The voice interrupted happily and I directed my gaze to an incoming Aria.

My body bent as I lifted her from the ground and into my hold.

"Mommy you brought Jazzy," She pointed out, making me chuckle as her right arm secured itself around my neck.

"Are you—"

"Yeah, you can go," I interjected since I knew she was about to ask if I was okay with staying with Aria.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah,"

"Ok," She replied hesitantly before moving forward to place a kiss against Aria's forehead. "I'm going to be over here baby,"

"Ok, mommy," Aria replied, resting her head against my shoulder as Britt walked off.

"Where to?" I asked softly while still staring at Britt's retreating figure.

"The balcony," She said, pronouncing the word the best she could and I smiled walking off as she began playing with the stray loc that had escaped my bun.

"Your dreads are pretty," She complimented twisting my gold loc jewellery between her fingers.

"Thank you, but call them locs not dreads," I corrected.

"Why?" She asked curiously as we made our way onto the balcony.

"It's a long story about some amazing people that look just like us,"

"I wanna hear it," She stated happily as I sat on the small couch situated on the balcony while allowing her to settle on my lap.

"You do?" I asked and she nodded eagerly, earning a smile from me. "This is a very special story so if I tell you, you must always remember it,"

"I will," She promised, holding out her pinky and I smiled, locking my finger with hers for a binding contract.

I relieved my soul of reality as I drifted into my mind in search of the perfect way to compose the story of our people without boring her to death or traumatising the remaining innocence residing in her as she leaned back against the arm of the chair to look at me.

"Okay, so a long time ago, there was a King and a Queen who ruled a Kingdom with people who looked just like us, they all had beautiful long locs, and the longer the locs were, the more respected you were in the Kingdom,"

"Did the King and Queen have long locs?" She asked as she resumed her recently halted sequence of playing with my stray loc.

"They had the longest, that's one of the main reasons they became King and Queen,"