Quavo's Trip To Cuba

I Belong To You

                         Three Days Later

Cuba

"Stop moving ya big ass head!" I yelled at Qua. We were sitting on the living room floor & I was re-twisting his dreads.

"Stop yanking on my damn hair then." He said mumbling with a blunt in his mouth.

We were watching Baby Boy & playing loud ass music since we have the house to ourselves today. We was walking around the house in nothing but underwear, too.

I sighed and ignored Qua. I'm not that good at doing dreads yet but I'm good enough to fix his nappy ass head. Plus his sister is out of town so I'm his last resort.

"You need to stop waiting this long to get your hair done baby."

"You know I haven't had time. And I don't let just anybody touch my shit. You lucky I'm even letting yo ass do it."

I smacked my lips & ran my hands through his dreads, pulling at the ones in the middle of his scalp. He winced in pain then smacked his lips.

"Stop fucking playing all the time." He said. I laughed in his ear & he turned his head to face me. We were nose to nose and could feel each other's breath on our lips.

"You gotta problem G? You all close for what?" I teased him. He smacked his lips & his red eyes stared into mines.

"Keep talking that shit & see what happens." He said lowly. I bit my bottom lip before moving my head & sticking the comb into his hair. I wasn't intimidated, I just get horny when he say shit like that.

"That's what I thought." He said taking a hit from the blunt.

"You don't scare me Quavious." I said as I twisted a dread.

"The way you be screaming, you be scared when I be up in them guts rearranging yo insides."

I damn near choked on my spit. I pushed his head & attempted to stand up but he turned and grabbed my waist, pulling me back down.

"Stoppp!" I whined as he stood with me still in his arms. He picked me up then slammed me onto the couch before getting on top of me making the comb fall out of his head. I grabbed the top of his dreads again pulling his head down towards mine.

"You just love pulling my shit huh? Let go." He said playfully.

"Nope."

"I ain't playing with you Shawty."

"I don't care if you ain't playing nigga."

"Ite then." He said before reaching under my arms & tickling me. I screamed before bursting out into laughter making me release his hair. I begged between laughs for him to stop.

"Quaaaa!" I yelled. He finally stopped & I pushed him off as he laughed at me. My stomach was hurting from my laughter so I rubbed it.

"That's what yo ass get." He said as he stood on his feet.

I stood & picked up the comb that fell from his head off the floor. When I bent over he slapped my ass hard & I turned looking at him then rolled my eyes. As I straightened up the floor his phone began to ring on the couch. He sat down then answered it.