“The blow out is cool. I can dig the wild curls though. I’m down with whatever you down with. I just want you comfortable,” Erys assured.
“Mm, put it on the man one time, he starts talking a new language,” Remedy sassed, finishing up her morning routine with all the things Erys’ brought over from her room.
He smiled, not fighting its spread over his face. The subtle lick of his lips made Remedy roll her eyes and try to fight the smile that mirrored his. “Can’t taste you and that’s going to present itself being an issue for me.”
“Franklin, please,” Remedy teased, rubbing the residual product into her hands trying to wiggle past him. “I can’t be on your face every second of the day.”
Erys’ tug on her felt natural. Her body against his felt like that was where it belonged. “While I would love for you to just smother me with that gushy all day every day, Strawberry, I’ll settle for a kiss.”
“I didn’t take you as the lover boy,” Remedy quipped, looking up at him. “Who knew you had it in you.”
“Amazing what comes out when it supposed to,” he muttered against her lips. A series of slow intentional kisses to her lips, a few swipes of his tongue against hers, Remedy could feel the pieces of her past melt away. Every touch from Erys was done with care. A smack to her round ass and a squeeze forced a groan from him. “Good morning, Mouth.”
“Good morning. I think I might be partial to Strawberry but that would mean I’m getting soft sooo probably not,” she teased, walking away. “Ernie still snoring?”
“Foxxy Girl put him down. Let me show you something before he gets up and takes all of your attention,” Erys said, motioning to the door.
As if her feet had been led by him for years, they followed without much thought. Out the room down the stairs, her fluffy slippers trekked behind his long strides into the second garage housing the classics. In between an old school Impala and a Cutlass was Ernie’s restore Candy Red Cadillac De Ville.
Remedy took all three cars in and smiled. “Like daddy like son huh? Ernie is going to love this. You got to spin him around in this tonight.”
“That’s the plan, you coming with us?” Erys posed.
“If there’s room. You know there’s going to be some half-naked women in here in a few hours shaking ass and popping pussy. You might forget about me,” Remedy teased.
“You know that’s not my thing. First night, I was staring at your ass coming down the pole. Quite literally,” Erys joked. “Mean, pretty ass.”
“What can I say? May taught me all I know,” Remedy laughed. “Crazy that my lessons in womanhood came from my grandmother and women in prison. Never my mother. They taught me how to take care of myself, how to look like something even if I felt like nothing.”
“They did a good job. You got something on you that’s undeniable.”
He leaned on the Impala and looked down at her. The gaze so soft she could’ve mistook it for anything else other than a caring expression. She looked away, focusing on the cars and the empty spot at the end.
“What’s going down there?” she posed, attempting to move the conversation elsewhere, where her overthinking wouldn’t come out to play.
“Nahhh,” he trilled, hooking her chin and bringing her back center. “You heard what I said?”
Softly she hummed, “I did.”
Erys swiped his thumb over her chin coaxing her lip out. “What did I say?”
“They did a good job.”
“What else,” he urged, eyes pinned on her in the softest glare she’d ever experienced.
“I got something on me that’s undeniable,” Remedy repeated.
“One of these days, you’re going to say that shit like you believe it. Yeah, watching you come into yourself is going to be some shit we’re going to love to watch.” Erys placed her arms around his shoulders. “That and being comfortable with touching yo’ nigga.”
“Oh, you’re mine?” Remedy equal parts joked and wanted to hear that affirmation again. “Possessive shit?”
“All the way that way. Act like you know it.” He placed a kiss to the bridge of her nose. “And to answer your question, I got a lot of Ernie in me. Sometimes more than I care to acknowledge. My love for cars is all him. My control is all him because there’s no way he was pimpin’ through Trae Way and kept his shit intact like that. On the flip side, I got some of that nigga shit too. The alpha male, beating on my chest. Not fully tapped into my emotions to recognize what’s what.”
“I can see that. You doing something about it?”
“I am. I got something in my hands that requires me to be better. A softer, more self-aware version of myself.”
“You got to stop talking to me like that,” Remedy moaned.
