Desperado

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Maurice cautiously closed the front door behind him, careful not to make any noise at all. Sneaking out to the florist to collect a specially handgrown bunch of flowers, native to Robyn's homeland, he smiled rather pleased he managed to escape. Leaving the dinner to simmer slowly whilst he popped out, but it seemed everything was still in order. Since Italian food didn't quite do the job it was supposed to, Maurice quickly googled and gathered the ingredients for a bajan dish. Robyn hadn't quite been the same since relieving herself of the burden weighing down on her shoulders, it seeming to take its toll on her.

Peering into the slightly open door, he found a more lively looking woman than he had temporarily left. He burst into the room to kiss up on her, having half the mind to rip off the jeans that had only made it partially up her thighs. Sitting up with a groan, he looked back at the pout on her plump lips, kissing her one last time she smiled a spoilt little grin.

"Stay here and don't move! Ima be back so just rest up, watch something." And with that he quickly ran out of the room, a string of cuss words following him. Taking in a deep breath, her stomach growled at the familiar smell. She giggled as Maurice was clearly struggling.

Pulling up her jeans and throwing his shirt loosely over her frame, she ignored his demand and skipped to assist her man. She passed the vase filled with flowers from Barbados, taking in their scent before turning the corner through to the kitchen.

"Here, lemme help you!" Grabbing a hold of his hand and running the wound under cold water, she then sampled the dish cooking away in a pan.

"Robyn!-" Quickly closing his mouth as Robyn threw her hand up, she added a few spices from his scattered ingredients and sampled again. This time moaning as the flavours danced on her taste buds.

"Baby! This- this is amazing! Where'd you get tha-  one could be fooled into thinking you got this from my Gran Gran!!" Her beam noticeably faded as she turned her attention to tending to Maurice's burnt hand.

"Rob, baby, you okay?" He frowned cupping her face in his free hand and kissing her gently. "Ugh! This was supposed to cheer you up!" He wiped at her falling tears, noticing them even though Robyn was trying her hardest to blink them away and ignore them entirely.

"It has! I'm happy I swear! It's just I haven't seen my family in a while and now I finally have someone I want to show off, I have no one to do so. Thank you for this, for everything Maurice! Jah knew I needed you." Robyn forced a smile on her face, before Maurice sent her to go find something to watch.

Quickly scrolling through Netflix and clicking on the last thing they watched, she pulled out her phone and began searching her brothers names into Instagram. With the holidays coming up, she knew- expected to miss them, just like she always did. But never to the extent of stalking their profiles. Sure she kept tabs on them but...

Her heart stopped at the image of her littlest brother with the New York skyline behind him. This was the closest they had been in...

Well, five years... the tears flooded her eyes as she found an image she didn't exactly expect to see, with an even more heartbreaking caption. Hearing Maurice's chipper voice heading her way she quickly locked her phone and excused herself as he placed their plates onto a coffee table. Cleaning up her appearance she regained herself, splashing her face with water in hopes to take down the puffiness before heading back.

When she got back Maurice had turned off the tv, lit a few candles and had the duvet from their bed covering the sofa. She beamed as she sunk into the couch, Maurice helping her by throwing the cover over her and passing her her dish.

"Tell me about your family!" He seemed genuinely intrigued, which for some reason surprised her.

"Well... I have two brothers Rorrey and Rajad, I'm the oldest though!! Although it could be mistaken that I was the middle child considering Rorrey is so damn tall!! My parents Monica and Ronald aren't together, for good reason! I guess they were kind of like Aubrey and I, no good for each other but still together for fear of the unknown!- My Gran Gran had a good hand in raising us, and my Jah did she have a handful wit us!" Robyn laughed as the memories came flooding back.

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"Mauuurice!" Robyn giggled as he threw her down on the bed.

Ripping off her own clothing, Maurice stood stroking himself as he watched on. The pit of her stomach ached, being far too aroused just by the slight groans her man was letting out just from watching her undress. Once achieving what was asked of her, Robyn grabbed Maurice, pushing him back on the bed as she straddled him. Ripping his white tee in two, she began to rock herself against him, moaning as he'd push in-between her.

"Fuck I love you!" Maurice groaned as his hands found her waist. She bit her lip as she guided him into her, slowly inching her way down, pausing to adjust to just how large he was.