Quincy & Malaika.. if y'all see this, I'm so sorry!
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re·mem·brance
/rəˈmembrəns/
noun
the action of remembering something.
"a flash of understanding or remembrance passed between them"
You will remember her...
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I was awoken by a sharp, cold draft of wind that blew against my skin. I felt myself begin to shiver as I noticed the warm covers were no longer protecting my skin from the cold. Who knew that LA could get so cold so early in the morning? I grabbed my phone and turned on the screen to check the time ; 6:14 AM. Groaning, I looked over at Quincy to see him wrapped up like a lil sushi in all the covers, nice and warm, while I had none.
I rolled my eyes as I tapped his arm hard enough to wake him. "Baby, I'm cold."
"So get some covers." He mumbled before turning over to the other side of the bed.
"I would but you TOOK THEM ALL." I shouted, causing him to jump up.
He looked at me confused before looking down at the comforter he was wrapped in. "Oh. My bad." He said in a deep, raspy voice before he pulled me closer and threw the covers over us both. He cuddled up to me tightly under the comforters until he fell back asleep almost immediately. I sighed as I felt the warmth of the comforter and the warmth of Quincy's arms around my body. I snuggled up to him though I couldn't fall back asleep. That's just how I was, once I wake up, it's hard as hell for me to fall back asleep, but Quincy's low snores and the feeling of his relaxed lips against my neck calmed me to a certain degree.
I remembered that we both had a lot of work to do today so now would probably be a good time to wake up anyway. I turned around in Quincy's arms so that now I was facing him, I kissed all over his face and his lips softly until his beautiful eyes fluttered opened to look at me. He scratched his mustache slightly as he was staring at me, evidently still tired.
"Good morning, miel." I said against his cheek before kissing it. "Get up, we have shit to do."
He groaned before rolling ontop of me and laying between my legs with his head on my stomach. "One more minute." He then grabbed one of my hands and placed it onto his hair, letting me know that he wanted me to play in it. Sighing, I pulled his bun out and proceeded to run my hands through his hair slowly, earning a low groan from him. Smiling, I got an idea and grabbed my phone where I recorded with my other hand as I played in his hair and massaged his scalped. I giggled at his cat-like purring as I rubbed his scalped soothingly, some more.
