"Come on. It's getting cold", Marshall said, picking me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he carried me inside. It was really warm inside. Marshall took me upstairs, into his room and threw me lightly on the bed. I let out a small squeal, when I came into contact with the bed.
Marshall jumped onto me, he started to kiss me roughly. It quickly turned into a make out frenzy. Marshall pulled of mine and his clothes. Leaving us in our underwear. I started to suck on Marshall's neck, he unsnapped my bra and threw it somewhere. Marshall pushed me off him and groped my boobs. He sucked and flicked my nipples. I grabbed his hair, while he sucked on my nipple.
"Marshall.. Stop", "What?", "Marshall we just got back together, I don't think this is a good idea". "Your right", Marshall got off of me and got under the duvet.
I sat up and got off the bed, "Where you going?", "Nowhere". I went to Marshall's closet and pulled out one of his tee shirt. I slipped it on and got back into bed. Once I snuggled in the bed, Marshall put his arm around my waist and pulled my to him.
After a few minutes, Marshall was asleep. He looked so cute! Fuck it! I gotta get some sleep. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
**Marshall's POV**
I woke up, the sun was shining through the curtains and onto Grace's face. Her strands of her arbun hair was scattered all over her face. Grace's lips were slightly parted, I love how pink her lips are. I pushed her hair off her face. I took my arm off her waist and took her arm off me. I got out of bed, I pulled on a pair of track pants and a baggy, white tee shirt.
I quietly walked out the room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I need coffee... I put the jug and prepared a coffee. I took a sip out of my hot coffee, I should go down to the studio... I called Dre. "Hello?", "Sup man", "Marshall, it's eight in the morning. What do you want?", "Was wondering if we could go down to the studio. Play with some beats and some lyrics. How 'bout it man?". "Fine. Come down to the studio in half a hour". "Bye man", "Bye". Dre hung up.
"Morning", I turned. It was Grace. "Morning", Grace draped her arm around my shoulder. "What you doing today?", "Going to the studio". "Can I come?", "Sure". "Yes, I've always wanted to go to a studio", "Well, it's your lucky day". I smiled and gave Grace a soft kiss.
"We gotta be there in half an hour". "Okay. But first, I need coffee", A small smirk came to my face. While Grace was making a coffee, she dropped her spoon on the ground. "Shit!". Grace bent over to pick the spoon, giving me a nice view of her ass. Once she picked the spoon up and threw it in the sink, she faced me. "Marshall, were you looking at my ass", "Maybe", I said with a smirk. She lightly punched my shoulder, "Ow", I said sarcastically. Grace poked her tongue at me, I placed my tongue on hers. Grace put her tongue back in her mouth, I just gave her a smirk.
Grace had now made her coffee and was half done. I was nearly finished my coffee. Between sips, we made retarded faces at each other. After we finished our coffees, we went upstairs and into my room.
I threw off my pants, tee shirt and boxers. I put on a pair of boxers, some baggy jeans, a baggy tee shirt and a hoodie. Grace was already dressed and was on my phone, playing some game Whitney had downloaded. "No! Fuck you flappy bird!", Grace said, slamming my phone on the bed. "Calm down", I said, jokingly. "No. Just no Marshall", Grace said, jokingly.
"Ready to go?", "Yep".
We went back downstairs. I wrote a note for my babies, telling them where me and Grace went and that we'd be back soon. I grabbed my keys and took Grace's hand. I led her outside, to my car and opened the door for her. "Such'a gentleman", Grace said, laughing. "Pfftt", I said, hopping into the driver's seat. I started the car and drove to the studio.
Dre was outside his car, locking it. I parked the car, got out and locked it. "Sup man", I said. "Sup Marshall. Who's this sexy lady?", Grace blushed. "Dre, this is my girlfriend Grace. Grace this is Dre or Andre", "Nice to meet you", "Nice to meet you to". They shook hands and Dre led us inside.
**Grace's POV**
A giant smile was painted on my face. I loved Dr. Dre's music, I loved his song 'Forgot About Dre' . Dre took us to a recording studio, I fell in love with the room. I've always wanted to go to a studio, I've always wanted to be a rapper. Me and Marshall sat on the couch, while Dre took a call.
A few minutes after Andre hung up, the door burst open. "Wassup!", the man said, I realized who it was. It was Kuniva from D-12. I couldn't stop shaking with excitement. "You ight babe?", "Yes! I'm just excited", "Why?". "Cause I love these people's music", "Of coarse". Marshall said, rolling his eyes. More members from D-12 and 50 Cent came in the room. I felt like exploding with excitement. "Marshall, who's this?", I felt my face heat up. I don't really like attention, attention is why I got my ass whipped all the time. "My girlfriend, Grace".
"Sup", "Aiyo", I said. "You know who we are, right?", "Yes. Your 50 Cent, A.K.A Curtis James Jackson, the third. Your Kuniva, A.KA Von Carlisle. And your Swifty McVay, A.K.A Ondre Moore". "You done your research", "Yep". Marshall wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"What'cha guys up to?", Marshall asked, "Nothing man", Swifty said. "What'cha doin' man?", Kuniva asked. "Gonna muck about with some beats and lyrics", "Sweet man, well. Peace out", 50 Cent said, walking out the room. Kuniva and Swifty sat on another couch, Dre was sitting on a wooden chair. "Do you rap Grace?", Dre asked, "Eh, a bit". "Go, freestyle", Kuniva said. "Kay", I sat there a minute, I thought of a small rap.
'Bones, roses on a coffin
Heart attack from seeing me step on the scence
Come to your funeral, to kill your family
Laugh in the face of violence'
"Umm.." I said, I lost my thoughts. Marshall, Kuniva, Swifty and Dre looked surprised. I burst out laughing, "What?", Marshall asked. "Your faces are fucking hilarious", running out of breath from laughing to hard. "You got skills girl!", Swify said. I just made a smug face.
"You should rap with Marshall on his new album", Dre said, "Dre, I ain't that good". I made a serious face, it didn't last long, as I burst out laughing. "Nah, serious", "Are you high?", I asked. "Nope", "Did you get hit over the head?". "Again nope". "Are you sure?", "Yes".
"Let's get recording", Marshall said, pulling me up off the couch. "Okay", Dre, Swifty, Kuniva, Marshall and me, all sat on a chair with a pair of headphones. Dre played around with a beat. Once Marshall liked the beat, he told Dre to stop and the beat replayed over and over. Marshall started to spit rhymes, so did Kuniva and Swifty. "Grace, get in there!", Dre said. "Fine", I said, huffing. I took a deep breath and started freestyling.
Once I finished everyone was looking at me again, "Da fuck", Marshall said. "What?", "You rap, real fast". "Noo. Pfftt", "No kidding". "Listen", Dre said, stopping the beat and played the freestyle we came up with. My eyes grew big when I heard my self. I was rapping really fast, I had to admit it was pretty good.
Everyone looked at me again, "Stop!". "Girl, you got skills", "Pfftt". "Babe, did you not hear yourself rap?", "Yeah". "It was the shit!", "No it was shit". "No. Just stop", Swifty said. "Fine, I give in". "So, you'll gonna feature in a song with Marshall?", Dre asked, "Yes, whatever". "That's the attitude", Dre said. "Shut the fuck up", "No". I just rolled my eyes.
I was gonna be on Marshall's next album.
