(18+) These Three Words | A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 28: Quick Get Away

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December 27, 1998

~Tia's P.O.V~

Feeling kisses going down, then back up my neck, my eyes tiredly fluttered open, just as he reached my lips. He pecked them then pulled away.

"Wake up, love." He spoke, giving me a whiff of his minty breath.

"I'm awake." My voice came out groggy, so I cleared my throat, even though I'm not planning on speaking another word.

"A'ight, so get dressed. We gotta go." He said moving off of me.

I nodded, pulling the covers over my head, and relaxing again. I heard him smack his lips at me.

"So you not gon' get up?" He questioned. "Well a'ight."

Rolling my eyes, I huffed, turning on my side, before closing my eyes again.

I didn't hear anything for a while, so I laid on my back, and naturally, I began to drift back off to sleep. That is until I felt cold air enter the covers, then it subsided. Finally being able to relax again- my legs were pushed back to where my knees are pointed up and I felt Donald kissing both of my thighs, going lower and lower as he did.

Enjoying it, I moaned out. "Oh, my God..." I moaned out. "Okay..." I nodded feeling him get closer. "Okay..." I moaned out again, then my body jerked back once he got too close to my private area and I closed my legs with his head between them so he wouldn't be able to move. I don't want things to go any further. "Oh- Woah... Wait! I'm up! God!" I laughed loosening my legs.

He looked up at me chuckling. "Then be about it and get your butt up." He said, covering me with the covers again, then sliding on top so we could be eye to eye. "It's easy to wake you up, but actually getting you up?" He raised his eyebrows. "That's a WHOLE 'nother story." He laughed and I rolled my eyes smiling. "Keep rollin' yo eyes and they gon' get stuck. Now come on and get up, babe." He tapped the side of my leg. "This time for real."

"Okay." I yawned loudly, slamming my hand over my mouth because I know my breath is a bit off this morning.

Once my eyes opened, I looked straight up at Donald shaking his head.

"God damn. You fine and all, but your breath..." He noticeably held his breath, he moved back before inhaling again. "Babe, sometimes your mornin' breath ain't as easy as Sunday mornin'. Pshh, hard to handle." He laughed. "I forgot the as hell part too."

"Hush, I had a snack before bed last night," I spoke, sitting up on my elbows covering my mouth.

"Lemme guess. Some spicy Sour Cream and Onion chips?" He raise his eyebrows, then looked over to the nightstand. "They over there. Surprised that your loud ass muchin' and crunchin' ain't wake my ass up."

"I'm not that loud. You're so overdramatic."

He moved my hand. "Your shit may stink, but ain't nothin' I can't take. Shit, my breath be on ten too sometimes. You good." He got off of me and sat beside me.

Yawning again, I nodded. "Okay, I'm up and I'm for real this time, Donald." Confused, I looked back at him, stretching. "I thought we were due to stay here until the third or fourth of January?"