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Mia woke up to the sound of Messiah's alarm.  She groaned and turned over to check the time on her phone. 6:00 it read. Messiah hadn't budged at the sound of the alarm, and she was starting to get irritated at the noise.  She nudged Messiah trying to wake him up lightly.

"Messiah," she groaned

"Hm?" he grumbled, turning toward her, his face scrunched in sleepy resistance.

"Get up," she spoke again in a raspy tone

Messiah's eyes slowly fluttered open, and he blinked a few times before registering Mia beside him, her eyes still closed, her expression soft despite her groans. He rolled over to hit snooze on his phone, then turned back toward her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close against his chest.

Mia snuggled into him as his hand drifted down to rub her butt absentmindedly. They laid like that in silence, him rubbing her butt, with the only noise being the traffic brewing outside.

After about ten minutes, Mia broke the silence. "We gotta get up," she mumbled against his chest

Messiah groaned, tightening his grip on her. "Let's call out," he mumbled, his voice low and raspy. "I wanna lay witchu."

Mia smirked into his chest, "You tryna get me fired?" she teased, her lips brushing against his tank top.

"Imma take care of you," he mumbled, his hand drifting up her back slowly. "Promise."

Mia kissed her teeth. "Shut up Messiah.." she said

"I mean it," Messiah said, his voice a little more serious, as brought his hand under her shirt rubbing her bare back.

"Just ten more minutes" she whispered into his chest

"Ten minutes," he repeated, lightly smiling as he pulled her even closer

The minutes passed without either of them acknowledging it. They both knew those ten minutes had come and gone, but neither was willing to say it. Messiah shifted slightly, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

"You comfortable?" he whispered, his voice still husky from sleep.

"Mhm," she mumbled, eyes closed, enjoying the rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek. "Too comfortable."

Mia tilted her head up, looking up at him. There was something about the way he was looking at her. He licked his lips and she leaned up, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was slow as if they had all the time in the world. Messiahs hand slipped into her shorts, gripping her ass and pulling her tighter against him.

Mia reached her hand down to tug at his boxers. She had held out last night, but now she was ready. She could feel through his boxers that he was rock hard. She broke the kiss, leaning up to look in his eyes. "I wanna fuck" she said lightly. Messiah smirked. "Nah you don't" he said

Mia pouted. "Yes I dooo" she whined lowly. Messiah licked his lips and pushed her gently away from him. "You sure?" He asked as he raised his eyebrow and looked her in her eyes. "Yes messiah wh-" she started.

"Ion think you ready" he said seriously. Mia rolled her eyes and smirked.

Messiah chuckled. "Nah for real though, Ion want you to feel rushed or nun'," he said, his voice softening as his hand moved to her back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. "Or feel bad afterwards. I need you to be sure."

His words caught her off guard. She hadn't expected him to pull back like this, to be this thoughtful in the moment. It made her pause, and for a second, she felt the weight of his concern. Her chest tightened, not from doubt, but from the realization that maybe this was different from what she was used to. She wasn't just chasing a physical connection—she wanted him.