Mila and Malachai sat on his bed, she ate her burger and he was talking to people on the phone about the text message.

"What do you mean?" Malachai screamed into his phone, hanging up. He exhaled loudly. Mila took that queue to get off the bed. She started kissing his jawline, she was on her very tippy toes. He grabbed her waist, and gave it a firm squeeze. Mila pulled back.

"What was that about?" she said interlocking her fingers behind his neck.

"They can't track the number since this is a burner phone." he huffed out. She didn't answer instead she gave him a chaste kiss, he was visibly upset and he was happy being the dominant one, so she let him take the lead. He deepened the kiss, he was careful with her, like she was a delicate flower, he rested his hands on her waist, rubbing them up and down to her ass, giving her chills, their tongues were battling for dominance, she won, or he let her, either way she was flicking her tongue on the tip of his, he swirled his tongue around hers, surprising her so that he regained dominance. He moved his hands to underneath her ass, he lifted her up, she linked her legs around his waist, while kissing her he moved over to the bed, he pinned her down. Her breath hitched, not in a good way, she immediately dropped her hands and pushed herself away from him. He backed away.

"Sorry." she mumbled from the corner of the bed, her breathing was fast and uneven.

"What just happened?" he asked, climbing on the bed to join her.

"Sometimes I just get flashbacks of him," she admitted, "it's not always something I remember, I have a hard time distincting if it's him or not. On me." she shuddered out. He was on the other side of the bed, fidgeting with his hands.

"It's fine, I got you, your safe with me." Malachai grabbed her hand. They were silent.

"Have you ever dated anyone?" she asked, tracing circles on the flesh between his index finger and thumb.

"Not seriously, there have been flings, too many to count," he boasted "but none the way I feel about you," she blushed. "What about you?"

"Oh yes, him, a few other guys, and then hookups at parties." she stated.

"Woah, so we're both experienced." he chuckled.

"How many people would you say you've been with?" she asked, interrogating him even more.

"Um, over 13. What about you?" he asked.

"Easily over 15." she said cockily.

"Really?" He said astonished. They were silent for a few moments.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"8:30. Why is it your bedtime?" he joked.

"No just wondering. Are you sure your okay with me being like this?" Mila asked bashfully.

"Like what? Your being your unique little self." He said playfully. She rolled her eyes at his comment. Instead of replying she crawled over to him. He gave her a pointed look, his eyes were hooded over, his head was angled down. She took off her shirt, revealing a deep red lace bra.

"I do believe you promised me something." she spoke in a low, sultry tone. She moved towards him. He grabbed her ass and set her on him, so she was straddling him. He placed 3 open-mouthed kisses on her throat, and then started nibbling on her earlobe, she threw her head back so he had better access, he kissed her down her neck to the valley in between her breasts, she was moaning and panting, writhing under his touch. He smirked inside his head, no one had ever made her feel like this, without their dicks inside her.

"Mala- Mala- Malachai," she stuttered, "I'm gonna."

"Don't come yet babe." he instructed, Mila was almost screaming, Malachai's name was rolling off her lips along with many, many, curse words. He had taken off her bra and was now lightly nipping at the soft flesh of her breasts, he was leaving marks, she was gripping his back, digging her nails into his muscular, tan skin. They were both leaving marks on eachother.

"Malachai, I can't." she breathed out.

"I know baby, just one minute." he dipped his hand in her pants. She immediately got off her high of ecstasy.

"No, the stitches." she moaned. He mumbled 'oh yeah' and continued kissing her. She came in her pants and felt disgusting after, but hey it felt great, Malachai continued kissing her down, trailing down her stomach. She pulled away.

"Do you wanna shower first?" he asked.

"Sure." she said sighing out, she felt disgusting and happy at once. Mila grabbed her discarded bra and shirt, she threw the shirt on. She grabbed her bag and turned on the shower, she wanted a hot, hot shower. First she grabbed a makeup wipe and took off her makeup. She stripped starting with her pants, then removing the sticky mess that was her underwear, she grimaced at the feeling of it, she rinsed them with water and put them in a small pouch in her bag, she peeled back her shirt, and took her hair out of the high ponytail, some girls said that pulling was the best feeling, Mila couldn't disagree less, it hurts her scalp so much. She grabbed the shampoo, conditioner and bodywash that she brought with her, she hopped into the hot shower, gasping as the scalding water touched her tight, taut and tan abs. She let her entire body soak, she then lathered her body with her orange ginger soap. She lathered every inch of her body. She then scrubbed ever inch with a loofa, when she got to the stitches she arched her bad and let the water cleanse the sensitive area. She rinsed the soap on herself off, she scrubbed her hair with her coconut shampoo, her nails scratched at her scalp, she sighed at the contact. Mila rinsed her hair, gasping at the scalding water atop her head. She moved onto the coconut conditioner. She let the conditioner set in her hair as she shaved her legs and armpits, ensuring her hair would smell like coconuts. She rinsed out her hair. She turned the water off, she felt her nipples harden as the cool air touched her boobs when she walked out of the showers glass door. She toweled off her body. She grabbed all of the skincare she packed, he cleanser, exfoliator, toner, and her moisturizers, plus her 3 serums. She applied it all in 10 minutes. She put on her, black, pink, and rose gold plaid PJ set. She packed away all of her stuff and tucked it away in the corner of the room. She walked out, suddenly feeling self conscious of her bare face. She had her hairbrush in her one hand, along with an elastic. Malachai was lying on his bed scrolling through his phone, he looked at her, with an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

"Hey." she said awkwardly.

"Hey, how was the shower?" he asked, immediately removing the tension.

"Really fucking hot." she sighed, beaming as her eyes met his. He chuckled and gave her a smirk. She climbed into the bed and started brushing her long hair. She pulled it back and up into a messy bun, tied up by a black, velvet scrunchie. Malachai put his arm around her waist, and pulled her towards him. He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. She turned herself over, she kissed him, on his lips, he pulled her closer and she took it one step further, she straddled him, deepening the kiss. She ran her hair through his dark hair. Her hands traveled lower, down to his shoulders, she gripped them and started grinding her hot core against him. He groaned.

"Princess, I gotta go shower." He pushed her off of him.

"Fine but after this if you think your getting anymore action you're crazy." she rolled her eyes to add to the statement, when really the only reason she was saying this was because she was tired. Mila curled up in a little ball under the covers of Malachai's bed. She turned on his TV and scrolled through the channels. FRIENDS was one which was one of her favourites. She watched one full episode before drifting off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Hi guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in like a month, I was suffering from a huge writers block, I also wrote a new Choni fic, Wake Me Up Before You Leave, so if you wanted to check that out that would be amazing!

Thanks! xx