Ready For Rayne~Dak Prescott

Murmur

"Dak, will you please say something to me, I know it hurts but you can't shut me out like this, and quit crying you've turned this franchise around, and made history while you were at it, what rookie has done what you have? None, so get your act together sir!"

"I'm sorry Karysma"
"It's fine, and I don't want to be blunt but can I just point some things out"

"Sure football guru"

"Okay shut up, but you and Zeke and everybody on the offense did jobs, against a stout Green Bay defense. I'm not trying to rub salt in the wound, but defense was basically nonexistent with the exception of a few plays. They let Rodgers have all day, instead of getting to him from the first play on. Our CB's and Safety's aren't doing anything but holding receivers, and getting burnt. Not that Gunter or whatever his name is was any better. But we need more Pass rushers and, and LB's and we need more speed on the D-line. And to be completely honest if we had won, Atlanta would tear us apart especially on offense. Our Safety's can't cover Julio, or Sanu, and they damn sure can't stop Freeman and Coleman, that is a high flying offense right there, if we couldn't stop Green Bay, what makes you think we could have stopped Atlanta, from coming in and whooping our asses"

"I see you, and you're completely right, I didn't know that you paid so much attention, but I see where you were going with it, and you're completely right"

"I'm tired of people bashing my baby and it isn't even his fault."

I kissed him, and slid on his lap. I put my hands on his face, and kissed him some more. We looked at TV until Stephen A Smith started bashing the Cowboys....again. I mean seriously we all know you don't like them, but quit bashing Dak like it's all his fault, when its not. I abruptly turned the channel and a part of me was contemplating going back to that Channel and calling in and cursing Stephen A Smith out.-

"No"
"But Daaakkk, you see what they're saying about you right?"

"I really don't care what they say about me"

"Baabbbyy, but I care, and I don't like it"

"Karysma Rose-Coleman"
"Rayne Dakota Prescott"

"Still NO!"

"Fine I'll mentally curse him out"
"Do that"

I turned the TV off, and he looked confused-

"We are not sitting in this house all day, you are not sulking, I am not going to curse at the TV, we are going somewhere, Pack your stuff in a suitcase, and grab some snacks, we're going on a road trip!"
"Karysma"

"Don't Karysma me, c'mon man let's go"

He laughed and smacked my ass, when I jumped up off of him, and ran upstairs. He followed me up the steps before stopping me in my tracks. He turned me around and pushed in to me and we kissed. I looked at that beautiful smile, reemerge on his face, and hugged him tightly. Before turning around and grabbing a huge ass suitcase, and strategically throwing clothes, hygiene products, and other things, before grabbing matching shoes and makeup and jewelry. Dak just stood there in amazement, like how I could perfectly pack in such little time. I helped him out, and in 2 hours, we were packed and ready to go. I took a picture of us and posted it on Instagram-

@karysmaa_roseex Emergency Road trip with my baby

I tagged Dak in it, and comments started rolling in. I shook my head, as we headed out the door, and to my other car. My jet black range. We hopped in and just went. I drove though, Dak needed some rest, then my song came on-

My name is Kodak but you know that already

I don't want the wap, baby I just want the fetty

Polo to the socks homie this aint Perry Ellie

Let me get the Raw, I'm a ball like spaghetti

Its getting hot in here, the block be hot no not Nelly

You can keep the Rarri, I'd rather have a Chevy

I don't want no head, lately I've been getting Becky

I just want the bread keep the peanut butter jelly

She walked up to me, I was at the bar, she was like hello

She rolled up on me, I was rolling up my cigarill-

I was interrupted by Dak's laughing at my rapping, and dancing. I plugged it my aux cord, and then the fun started

"On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga

I run around with them real niggas

Got real sons, I need a real sitter

When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga

I'm a run around with them real niggas

Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya"

Dak shook his head as we rode through the last of Texas and entered into Louisiana. We stopped in New Oreleans, before going to his hometown of Haughton. He showed me his high school, and all the support for him, and I almost cried. We checked into a hotel, In Haughton when my phone went off

"Yo what's up Cris"

"Where are you"
"In Louisiana with Dak"

"Aww, so thats what you mean by emergency road trip"

"No I think I want to take him to my hometown like we landed in his, and then hit up Miami, ya know?"

"Yea, he could use the mental break"

"I know"

"But in 4 weeks you have a major photoshoot, with ESPN"

"Oh for real?"
"Yea. the swinsuit magazine"

'Yaaay! Okay I will mark that on my calendar"
"Good, I will talk to you later, give that man some!"
"Bye Cris"

I can't stand him lol. He makes my day though. He's probably with his boyfriend, doing whatever it is they do. Just as I got off the phone Dak came strolling in with no clothes on. I almost passed out I was like-

"Wow!"

"Hmm, you like what you see"

"I sure fucking do"

He laughed, and then I went to take my shower. I sang, and bathed, and rapped some more. I heard Dak's laughing and then I got out the shower, dried off, and went in the room. Revenge. He looked up, and caught my eye, and I swear I saw his pupils turn into hearts. And he was still naked. He stood up and I hung my head down, Just got out the shower and I was already starting to moisten. His abs, his chest, everything, he's just so fucking sexy, I finally gave in and put some Nike spandex shorts on and a sports bra. He put on some Calvin's, and pulled me onto his lap, before kissing my neck, while his hands roamed my body. I blushed as he laid us both down, and pulled me in closer to him. I felt his heat radiate towards my body as, he continued planting light kisses on my neck. That was until he gave me a kiss that was good enough to give me a hickey. I moaned a little bit and I knew he was smiling.

"Goodnight Karysma"

"Goodnight Dakkiieee"

He playfully shoved me before pulling me back in and playing with my hair. Soon enought we both went to sleep...

A/N

For this road trip, should there be like a chapter for each destination?