Off Record

/Eighteen/

A/N: Hope you enjoy. Please excuse any errors.

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September 12, 1990

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

"Yes, I'm getting tired of the maintenance. Before, I could just put on my durag by myself and not have to call Earl so much." Prince says as he stands  in front of the bathroom mirror with scissors in his hand. Somehow we ended up on the topic of changing his hair and he impulsively wanted to try to cut it. I think he is just tender headed and missed his old hairdresser who had to leave because he was sick.

"Maybe you should talk to Tonya about it. She can give you ideas and then cut it professionally."

I eat another spoonful of yogurt, silently praying he didn't take the scissors to his hair.

"You like it long, don't you?" He smirks, looking from himself in the mirror to me on the counter.

Of course I did. Watching him swing it during his concert was one of my favorite points in the show. "I don't have a preference, I just don't want you to do it then regret it. I told you I thought the finger waves were one of the best styles on you."

He looks back to himself and plays with the scissors. "So you'll love me even if I'm bald?"

"I didn't say all that." I retort playfully about to eat another spoonful but Prince suddenly snatches it from me after dropping the scissors. I hop down off the counter. "Hey!"

"Naaw, you think you're going to eat up my groceries and not love me unconditionally?" He leaves the bathroom, eating the rest of my yogurt.

Even though it was funny and I could see the amusement on his face, I still didn't like how he took the last scoop. Following him, I see my camera on his dresser. Thinking quickly I grab it and take a picture of him from behind in his spandex underwear. He turns as soon as he see the flash.

Laughing like a maniac, I take another picture of him.

"Sasha.." He warms, putting the yogurt and spoon down on the nightstand.

"What? I can't take your picture anymore Mr. Nelson?" I snap another one and back up towards the door because I know he's going to want to get the camera.

"Delete those right now."

"Nope!" I run out of the room and down the stairs, hearing him close behind me. You know that feeling when you know someone is about to catch you and you have that adrenaline rush? That's what I felt when I got to the bottom of the stairs.

Prince grabs me from behind and picks me up. I scream, laughing loudly as he walks us into the living room. He throws me on the couch, making me laugh harder.

Taking the camera, he starts taking pictures of me. I was only in my bra and underwear, but I had no room to complain.

"You like what you see?" I giggle, sitting up and posing.

Raising an eyebrow, he smirks. "Yeah..take off your bra nice and slow for me."

Getting up on my knees, I slowly push the straps down my shoulders. Prince backs up and takes another picture. "Good girl."

I reach around to my back to unclasp it. Flash. I let the bra slowly fall down my chest. The camera flashes again. Before it can reveal my nipples, I wrap my arms around myself. "Put the camera down."

"Why?"

"I wanna show you somethin'." I answer seductively.

He throws the camera on the other couch and walks closer to me. I take the bra off as Prince gets on the couch next to me and wraps his arms around my waist. Kissing around my breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, he signals me to lay down.