a diamond in the rough ≫ kyrie irving

nine • understanding

13th of February, 2013

After the two confessed their love for each other they made their way to the hotel. His hands roamed her body, his fingertips lingered over her lower arm and lower thigh. A smile was plastered over his face at the thought of Anastasia being his. All the days that he just wanted to feel her lips on his, the sleepless nights of his thoughts of her in his mind. Finally his dreams were becoming true. He couldn't take his hands off her but she didn't mind. His eyes burned her skin as she look out at the beautiful New York lights. Anastasia head snapped towards Kyrie as her skin burned at the intense eye contact. Their eyes met once again. "You are so... beautiful." He smiled as his face crept closer to hers. Stasia repositioned her body so now her ye back of her head leaned against the cold tinted glass. He moved even closer to her body and place a hand on her thigh and the other on the window. His lips lingered on hers as the heat grew. Stasia couldn't take it anymore and but both her hand on the back of his neck, connecting their lips. A smirk appeared across his plump lips as his thoughts wandered to the girl underneath him. The tinted windows fogged up as they deepened the kiss. Their lips moved in sync, Kyrie's wet tongue glided across her bottom lip begging for entrance. Her lips parted as Kyrie's tongue entered. This was a new thing for Anastasia who never shared so much passion with a man. Kyrie could sense this as she seemed to froze, not knowing what to do. He sat back down on the leather seats and guided Anastasia to his lap. Her legs parted to either side of his body as he continued to deep the kiss. "Relax babygirl." He mumbled against her lips as his left hand trailed down her back. His right had had a firm grip on her left thigh making the innocent girl become hot. One of her hands travel down from his jaw to his lower abdomen and tugged on his shirt. A groan escaped his lips as his pants became tighter underneath her.

Two loud knocks came from the driver on the tinted screen that separated them. "Mr.Irving we are at your destination." The two separated once they were interrupted. "Thank you but Kyrie will be staying. 289 10th Avenue, Marquee." Kyrie raised an eyebrow at the woman as he was confused what he did to make her not want to be with him tonight. "You go and have fun at the club with your friends. I'm gonna chill here." "But baby I want to be wi–" "Nah. Go. I know you want to. I rather you have fun then watch Netflix all night." She kissed him one more time before hoping out of the car. In all honesty, she just wanted to think about this situation. It was all so sudden and Anastasia didn't even get a chance to think about it. As she entered the lobby she heard someone call her name. She ignored it and continued to walk. "Anastasia! Wait up." The person yelled as she entered the elevator. Anastasia held the door as the person came into view. Ayesha Curry. Stephen Curry's wife. She was beautiful. "Hello Ayesha! I'm so sorry I didn't realise who was hollering at me." Stasia laughed as Ayesha greeted her with a hug. "Girl, I know. Random people be hollering your name once you get some bit of recognition to your name." She smiled as the two separated. "Anyways. I just wanted to say hey. I see you're not with your man tonight." Ayesha said as she stayed in the elevator with Stasia. "Yeah. I just needed time to think." Stasia nervously chuckled. She wasn't even sure if Kyrie was her man. "Wardell told me about your scene in the car park. And I know that man is head over heals for you." Stasia eyebrows furrowed. "Uh- sorry to ask but, who is Wardell." Ayesha burst into laughter. "Least I know you not no groupie! Wardell is Stephen, it's his Christian name." Anastasia nodded her head as her cheeks began to get heated. "Um anyways what floor you on?" Stasia asked trying to run away from the awkward moment she was going to have with Ayesha. "Stasia you looked stressed and I know you have no friends here in New York. I have nothing to be doing and I don't mind listening to you. I won't judge. From what I've heard about you, you are a sweet person and I want to talk to you." Ayesha said. "So let's hang out?" She smiled at Stasia who finally let a small smile appear on her face.