How Do U Want It?

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Considering the fact that I was in the midst of rebuilding my relationship with Tupac was tantalizing due to Ice threatening me like he did. I could admit, I was frightened. But I didn't tell anyone that, they assumed that I could handle this with all the shit I was talking. I mean, I was so caught on thinking that Ice wasn't gonna show up, he threw me off.

My family and friends were in danger, and I had to stop it. However, I was too afraid to inform Dre, I didn't know how he'd react. Faith, too. Oshea, Ren, Yella, I couldn't lose any of them. And who would Ice go for first? None other than the significant other: Tupac. He was the most understanding out of all, and I knew he wouldn't curse me out.

"Hey," I said, burying my face in Tupac's neck, taking in the smell of his Giorgio Armani cologne; which he wore all the time, but I never got tired of it. His hugs were like no other, I felt safe and loved in his arms.

"You look pretty," he pulled back and pushed a piece of hair behind my ear. Smiling, I just simply placed a kiss on his cheek. Even though what we were about to discuss risked our relationship, I still showed affection.

Him and I walked inside the house, and I closed the door behind us. We left the landing and walked up the stairs, through me and Faith's small but cozy living room, all the way to my room.

"What did you want to talk about?" He took a seat on the purple velvet ottoman that was at the end of my bed.

I took a seat right next to him, and sighed. "I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, because this foreal." I looked at the floor, trying to find the words to formulate a sentence. Tupac looked at me with concern.

"Ice is back. And he threatened to kill everyone I knew, if I didn't give him back his so called crown. He gave me 10 days, which is now 7." I pursed my lips, and held my chin in my hand, looking at Tupac.

Tupac just sighed and said, "Damn." He shook his head slowly. "What are we gonna do?"

"We? No, I can't let you in on this, it's too dangerous." I frowned, getting up from my seat. "He said he'd kill everyone, then leave me alive to suffer." The thought of Tupac being killed almost sent tears to my eyes.

He got up and placed his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them. "I'd do anything to prevent you, and your friends and family to stay out of danger. I'd go to hell and back for you." Tupac's voice was sincere, filled with genuine emotion.

Usually in situations like this, we'd ease into our affectionate actions. But this time, I gently took his jaw, and mushed my lips into his.

I didn't know what it was, but when I was with Tupac I felt a certain feeling. A feeling that surpassed happy. An ethereal feeling, his love - our love, was beautifully unearthly. A love like no other; this was our love.

One thing led to another, I can't really recall what all that happened since it went so fast. But one thing didn't leave my mind: we were supposed to be having a serious conversation. Not only was Tupac in danger, but our relationship was too.

"Mmh, why do you do this to yourself," the divine pleasure erupted throughout my body, "Y-you know exactly, e-exactly what you're getting into."

My words merely fazed this man, he was, is, in love with me. With all his deceiving ways, and my treacherous line of work, I couldn't put the feelings to a finish, because I was in love with him too.

"You're correct, baby." He sucked on my neck, rubbing my soaking clit through my thin panties. "I know what I'm getting into. I don't care what it costs, I want to make you feel good, not just like this," Tupac ran a finger down my silk covered slit, "but in every way possible, baby girl."