Off Script

Fan in the Window

I woke up to Michael still wrapped around me. Face tucked into my neck, braids hiding his face. He started to shift and stretch out. I rolled over and smiled.

"Good morning," I said, tossing my braids out of my face.

"Good morning," he said with his voice low. "Come here, girl." He brought me into his embrace.

"Last night... shit. I didn't know you were wild like that," he said with a low chuckle.

"You full of surprises too, 'cause I didn't know you enjoyed feasting like that," I said, stroking his beard.

He laughed.

"Shit, I didn't expect you to taste that damn good, Mina."

I shrugged my shoulders, smirking.

Michael leaned in and kissed me, slow and full, like he wasn't in any rush to get to the end. Then he rested his forehead against mine, voice dropping just enough to make me feel it in my chest.

"How long I got you until?"

"Tonight... When Mildred said two-day block, she meant it."

We both laughed.

I let my fingers dance along his chest, then looked up at him with a little smirk.

"Okay, I got a wild request. You gonna side-eye me, but it's something I been thinking about since I saw you in Sinners."

He raised a brow, immediately intrigued.

"Oh shit. What? What you got?"

"Promise not to judge me?"

"I got you. Say it."

I bit my lip, trying to keep from laughing.

"If I asked you to give me... one of the Smoke Stack twins—you going to judge me?"

Michael's face cracked into a wide grin before he broke into full laughter.

"Mina! Nah—Which twin you want though? The smooth one or the one with the gold tooth and bad decisions?"

"Surprise me."

"You trying summon Stack this early in the morning?"

"You heard me," I smirked, running my hand over his chest. "I want full character, accent and all. Don't play with me."

He didn't even hesitate. Michael's eyes narrowed like he was shifting into character. His voice dropped an octave, slipping into that gritty Southern drawl, deep and dangerous.

"Ay now... you sure you want that trouble, lil' baby? 'Cause when Stack lay it down, he don't do no mercy strokes."

I burst out laughing. He kept going, fully committed, lips brushing my ear now.

"This that mattress on the floor, no headboard, fan in the window, neighbors know my government name type love."

I was crying laughing, hiding my face in the pillow.

He flipped me over and leaned down, still in full Stack mode.

"You tryna get baptized, huh? Get your back cracked before breakfast?"

I screamed, half laughing, half turned all the way on.

"Michael, STOP—"

He grinned.

"Nah, baby. You asked for Stack. Don't try to tap out now."

"You are insane," I giggled, swatting at him as he kissed down my neck.