Jaelynn POV
"Stop bitchin and pay the fuck attention!" Elijah shouted into the head set. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. He was really focused on that dumb ass game. "Come on bro, we're gonna lose the mission if you don't stop fuckin around."
"Your so emotional," I say with my eyes focused on Instagram.
"This is a serious game babe," he says, his voice softer then before. "No I'm not talking to you, nigga, pay the fuck attention to the game and not me and my girl." He curses into the headset.
"It sounds pretty dumb to me," I say. I look up at the huge 65 inch Elijah had mounted to his living room wall. The house was his grandmothers but when she died last year she left it to him and his older brother Isaiah. Isaiah just moved to lived in Philly with their father when Elijah turned eighteen so that he could help him run his drug empire. Elijah's father, Dante, sent him money every month so that Elijah wouldn't have to worry about household expenses and whatever else he wanted. With the addd income that came from the parties he threw and his performances, Elijah was a spoiled little rich kid.
He was playing Call of Duty: Black Ops with some of his friends. He'd been playing for the past thirty minutes and while watching him get all worked up was fun at first, I was starting to get bored. I stand up and was about to walk upstairs to get in a much needed shower when he spoke up.
"Where you going?" He asked with his eyes still focused on the screen.
I roll my eyes. "To the shower if you must know, I'm starting to smell like you."
He chuckles and shakes his head. "You saying that like it's a bad thing. But nah, I need you here. Your ma good luck charm." He looks over at me for the first time in the last half hour for a moment, a small smile spreading across his lips when he does before he turns back to the flat screen.
I wanna ignore him and go stand under steaming shower for an hour but then another part of me want him to smile at me like that again. I pull down the white tee I was wearing, it belonged to him and I stole it out his drawer some time earlier this summer, before plopping back down next to him. I put my legs in his lap and he looks down at them, smirks and looks back up.
I roll my eyes again, fighting the smile that was threatening to overtake my face.
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I was currently laying on my stomach with my head rested in my folded arms. My back was out and Elijah's blue sheet was the only thing hiding my nakedness from his view. He was on his side facing me, his arm was folded under his head holding it up. My eyes traced his many tattoos on his chest and he traced my one over and over again. He was touching my whole back actually and it was both soothing and nerve wrecking at the same time.
I don't know how long we've been laying like this. We'd ask the other a random question every few minute but other then that it was completely quiet between the two of us. But I didn't mind, this was one of my favorite parts of our relationship.
I never really considered myself as one one of those girls that cuddled or tried to talk to their nigga after sex, but with Elijah it came naturally. I knew he was the same way and for us to willingly engage in pillow talk showed how much we've grown on each other.
"Sing to me," I whisper.
He gives me a lazy smile and lays his hand flat on my back before doing just that.
"It's the sunrise
And those brown eyes, yes
You're the one that I desire
When we wake up
And then we make love
It makes me feel so nice
You're my water when I'm stuck in the desert
You're the Tylenol I take when my head hurts
You're the sunshine on my life
I just wanna see how beautiful you are
You know that I see it
I know you're a star
Where you go I follow
No matter how far
If life is a movie
Then you're the best part, oh oh oh
You're the best part, oh oh oh
Best part"
I was in love with Elijah's voice. It was so low and sexy but he could still hit high notes perfectly. And I was blushing and my heart was beating quickly in my chest as he finishes singing Daniel Caesar's verses in Best Part.
He leans down and kisses me as he finishes the last note and I smile all dopey and shit when he does.
"I think I like your version better then the original," I say when he pulls away.
He chuckles before resuming drawing patterns into my back. I relax against his touch and feel myself drifting to sleep when he speaks. "Would you have my baby?"
My eyes snap open and uncontrollable laughter slips past my lips as the ridiculousness of his words sink into me. "That's random," I say once I calmed down. "Are you being serious right now?"
He looks kinda hurt and I almost feel bad about laughing at him, almost. He rolls his eyes. "Not right now, smart ass. But I'm just sayin. We could have some gorgeous ass babies."
I smirk. "Our kids would be cute as shit." I agree with him. If I was to ever have kids with Elijah I would want them to be just as chocolate as he is. Not that I would wanna start a family or some shit with him, he was too hoeish for me and I wasn't tryna be stuck in some marriage with a cheatin ass husband. Granted, he hasn't cheated not once in the two month we've been together, not even when I wasn't giving him none. But it's only been two month and well...once a hoe always a hoe.
"Damn right they will," he says with this cocky ass grin on his face. "I don't produce ugly kids. You seen my daughter."
I roll my eyes. "Where did that random ass question come from anyways?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I don't even know. I was just thinkin' about what I was gonna do for Ena for her birthday and then my thoughts just started traveling and shit until I was imagining what our kids would look like. I ain't tryna trap you or some shit like that, I was just curious if you would ever have a baby with a nigga."
I giggle. "I don't know, boy. I know I ain't tryna have no kids no time soon, they to much work and I don't even wanna take care of myself sometimes." I whine, closing my eyes. He was rubbing my back again and the night and day of nonstop fucking was really starting to get to me. The only time I got to rest since I got here was when he was playing Call of Duty earlier and when I took a bath but well he interrupted that to. He really was a horny little fucker.
I can feel him peck my lips but I refuse to do anything more then slowly move my lips against his. His hand slips under the sheet, palming my butt. "Why you tryna go to sleep, baby? Stay up with me."
I pout. "I can't though, you done tired a bitch out."
He chuckles and removes his warm hand from my butt. I can feel the bed shifting as he lays flat in his back. "Come here then," he says. I open my eyes a little to see him staring at me expectantly. With a faux annoyed huff I climb on top of him and plant my legs on either side of his waist before laying back down on his chest. His arms instantly wrap around my waist, holding my small frame to his large one.
I don't know why he liked me to sleep on him like this but a bitch wasn't complaining. His heartbeat and warm body always made me feel so safe and content that I could literally sleep for hours on him like this. I already did before.
"A nigga tired you out huh?" He smugly says. I lightly hit his chest with a small blush heating my checks.
"Shut up," I whisper against his chest.
"It's okay baby, you tired me out to." He wraps his arms tighter around my back and before I knew it he was falling asleep under me and his soft snores were dragging me under to.
