King Von Imagines

Just Us

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The city lights cast a soft glow through the curtains as Telané sat comfortably on the couch, her legs stretched out with Von sitting between them. It was rare that they both had a night off, no studio sessions, no events, no meetings—just them. And Telané was determined to soak up every second of it.

Her fingers gently worked through Von's locs, sectioning them off and retwisting each one with care. He sat relaxed, legs stretched out, rolling up a blunt with practiced ease. A movie played in the background, but neither of them was really paying attention. The real entertainment was in their conversation, in the way they just vibed with each other.

Von exhaled, shaking his head slightly. "I swear, every time you do my hair, I get sleepy."

Telané laughed softly, twisting another loc between her fingers. "That's 'cause you finally sittin' still for once. You always movin'."

Von smirked, licking the edge of the blunt paper before sealing it. "Gotta make these moves, ma." He leaned back against her, resting his head slightly against her thigh. "But I like this. Bein' here with you."

Telané smiled, her heart warming at his words. "Me too." She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead before going back to his hair. "You be stressin' too much. You need more nights like this."

Von sparked up the blunt, taking a slow pull before passing it to her. "Only if they with you," he murmured, tilting his head back to look up at her. His eyes were softer than usual, a rare glimpse of vulnerability.

Telané took a hit, exhaling as she looked down at him. "You gettin' sentimental on me, Von?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm just bein' real. Ain't nobody else I wanna be around like this." He reached for her free hand, tracing circles against her palm. "You make all this shit worth it."

She squeezed his hand, her chest tightening with affection. "Good. 'Cause I plan on being here for a long time."

Von turned slightly, pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist. "Bet."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, passing the blunt back and forth, the movie long forgotten. The scent of lavender oil from her hands mixed with the faint aroma of weed, creating a familiar, intimate atmosphere.

Von sighed, letting his head rest fully against her lap. "I could stay like this forever."

Telané chuckled, running her fingers through his freshly retwisted locs. "You say that now, but watch—you gon' be talkin' bout 'let's go outside' in an hour."

Von smirked, eyes half-lidded. "Maybe. But for now? I'm right where I wanna be."

And in that moment, with her fingers in his hair and his hand in hers, Telané knew she felt the exact same way.