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twistedcharismaaa · 9 months

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Lost & Found: Lost Files Pt. 2

General Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Summary: An “outside looking in perspective” of Charisma and Masego’s continued night.

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I’m back with a little update! I hope that you guys are all doing well as always! I’ve missed you guys! This is a continuation of “Lost & Found: Lost Files Part One”. I hope that you all enjoy!!! Please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary!!! Enjoy! Enjoy!!!

Laying flat on her back taking him like a pro. Her mouth open. His teeth gritted. The moans. Him, furrowed browed engraving his vows in her womb. Her back was arched as she loudly sang praises to her king. Her legs rested around his shoulders like fine drapery. He placed his hand around her neck and gave it a subtle squeeze. And she wore his hand around her neck proudly as if it was the finest jewelry. Sweat fell from his chest as he crashed into her like a summer’s rain. He grunted like a beast as he ran his tongue up her leg looking her wickedly in her eye.

“Sweet,” he breathed along her dewy skin. Relentlessly, he plowed into her and drilled into her, totally fertilizing her soil. Her unsteady hands wrapped around his wrists as her eyes fluttered like a caged bird’s wings. Visions blessing her eyes and running down her cheeks. He elevated her to higher heights. And little did he know, she was somewhere along the stars now. He painted her like a canvas - marking her with his lust and his revere.

Like a comet falling from the sky, she crashed back down to earth and was instantly greeted with his lips. His tongue sparred with hers as his restless hands explored her body. Soon after, he flipped her like the other side of the pillow and worked her ten times over. Her bottom lip was wedged between her teeth as her hands now gripped the cotton sheets as if they held an undeniable solidity. Her chest danced like ocean waves caving in and out as he slid in and out of her. He spread her wider so that he could dig deeper as he planted kisses along her curved spine. He filled her ears with profane words ever tantalizing her. And to her, it was the prettiest sonnet.

And as the early sun greeted the sky once more, they finally collapsed. Joyfully falling into each other arms until they both drifted off into the sweetest of dreams. But there was nothing sweeter than this. That beautiful blooming and budding new love. She loved him and unknowingly to her he loved her too.

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Lost & Found: Lost Files Pt. 1

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sheabuttahwrites · 1 year

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The Shelf Life Of Honey ( a Masego short )

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pt.1 ::

When she heard her bedroom door come open, she didn't even have to look; she already knew it was him. But, since it was him, she was gonna look. Her TV provided the only light, but it was enough. He glided across the threshold, his twisted ponytail grazing the top of the doorframe. He smiled goofily at her, showing all of his pretty teeth before he turned to slowly and silently close the door, locking it with the same care. She stifled a smile, keeping her eyes on him as he made his way around to the empty side of her bed. He had on striped pajama pants and a white knit tank top, looking like somebody’s Jamaican uncle. But his arms and shoulders were looking a bit thicker than the last time she’d seen him. He had said something about a gym membership a while ago, but she didn’t think his lil skinny self would actually do it. His chest even looked a little bulkier. She had to admit, resisting the urge to stare at him and all of his newness was a slight feat.

“Mally Mal.” He took a seat and situated himself up against her headboard. “What up?” She sighed, loosening the reins enough to let out a smirk. He dropped his face, chuckling into his palm. “I know. I should've told you I was coming.”

“You should've.”

“I didn’t know how.”

She turned to her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “Micah, really?” He almost winced at her use of his full name. “Stop it. You could've shot me a quick text.”

“I wanted to. Honestly, I didn’t know how you would feel about it. And I didn't wanna just flake on KJ.”

“I already told you I wasn’t mad at you.”

“You say that, but then I don’t see you or hear from you for a month.”

“Well, that works both ways.”

“…I was giving you space.”

“Yeah. Because you know you were dead wrong.”

He sighed. “Come on, Mal.”

After their unplanned hiatus, she was surprised to see him step into her parents’ house with a suitcase. It was her little brother’s thirtieth birthday weekend. Per his tradition, he was spending the first part of his birthday with the family, so she knew Mic would be there, just not that he’d be staying. Talking about his parents were out of town. Of course, hers had offered him a room. They’d insisted, she was sure.

They all knew she and ‘best friend’, as she so affectionately called him, had been beefing since Christmas, but no one knew why exactly. At least she didn't think so. She just wished someone would’ve had the decency to tell her about the arrangements. Since they had obviously been planned ahead of time. ‘Oh, yeah. Mic is staying for the weekend,’ her mom had revealed after she’d seen the annoyed look on Mallory’s face, and after Micah was already inside. You don’t say.

“What were you trying to do anyway?” Mal continued.

“I wasn’t trying to do anything.”

“Were you trying to make me jealous or something?”

“No! How could I be doing that when she was just my friend?” he asked.

“Your ‘friend’… that you brought to Christmas? Ok.”

“Yes. Exactly.”

“I could even see Thanksgiving, but Christmas? That’s deep.”

“Nah, it’s really not. I told you, she couldn’t afford to get back home, so I just invited her to hang with the fam.”

“Because you’re just so nice, right?”

“Yeah, I am. And you could've given her a chance, she’s good people. I couldn’t just let her be by herself for Christmas.”

Her frown had some serious weight to it. She didn't give a fuck how ‘good’ this girl supposedly was. “Oh, please don’t tell me what I could’ve done. When you could’ve very well left her where she was. She’s a grown ass woman, she would’ve managed.”

“But you ain't mad, though.”

“I’m not.” She rolled her eyes so hard it almost hurt. “I’m literally not.”

He kissed his teeth. “I think you might need to reevaluate your definition of ‘literally’.” She glared up at him and a laugh buzzed past his lips. He knew the real reason for her temper, which was why he could find some humor in the mess. “Anyway, how you been? I ain’t seen you in a whole month, girl. You look good.”

“It’s dark in here, Mic, and I’m under the covers. You can’t even see me.” She knew he was just trying to charm his way out of the hot seat.

“I can see you a lil bit. And I don’t even need to see you to know you look good.” He shrugged, trading in his playful tone for a serious one. After all, he was serious.

She tried to thug it out, but a flattered smile grew from her smugness and she rolled her eyes. A lot less intense than before. “Mhm. Thank you, I guess. You look aight.” Tickled, he smiled enormously, dropping his head into a silent laugh. She took her giggles down into her pillow, reaching up to grab his arm as she buried her face.

“Wooow.”

“I’m just playing, best friend. You actually lookin’ kinda diesel,” she added, scanning over his upper body more freely this time.

“Well, you know…” He puffed his chest up, flexing his arms out in front of him. “I been working out, y’ah mean? Lifting real heavy,” he said, bobbing his head with his last couple of words. She fast returned to her pillow while he laughed aloud at his own silliness. “But hey, um, don’t stay away from me that long again, aight?”

“Yeah. You, too.”

He nodded. “And just so you know, it really wasn’t like that with her. Even if I was interested, which I’m not, she has a boyfriend.”

“What does that matter? Niggas cheat every day, B.”

“Look, Mal. I know you know we’ve already had this conversation. So you also know I don’t want that girl.”

“I don’t know nothing.”

“Well, I’m telling you now. I don’t,” he spoke matter-of-factly. “Now what?”

“Whatever.” She sent her eyes on yet another spin, turning away and covering her mouth as a smile was creeping onto her face.

“Yeah, stop playin’ with me. You know what’s up.”

“Nah, tell me what’s up.”

“I want you.”

A knot jumped into her throat. Her smile fell and she started to shake her head. “Stop it, Micah.”

“No, because I can't remember a time when I haven't.” Shamefully, every woman he’d been with had just been a placeholder. “I need you to know that.”

“Mm mm.” He was still talking when she brought her hands up, clapping them in front of her face before shushing him.

“Why?” The sly grin had made its way to him now. “You just said to tell you.” She averted her gaze. The butterflies in her stomach were instantly at a full ten. “What you scared of? You can fall, mama. I’ma catch you, I promise.”

She tried glancing up at him again and realized just how unprepared for this she was.

“Come on, talk to me.”

“…You're right,” she said, finally facing him as she unknowingly donned her pain. “We did have this conversation. So, why would you show up with another woman?”

He wanted to kick himself. The Christmas blow up had occurred right as they were courting the idea of maybe exploring things past their friendship. It had started as a joke during Thanksgiving. Something slick his mom had said about him ending up alone if he continued to overlook the blessing right in front of him. Micah and Mallory were having a laugh about it later that night when it somehow turned into a bit of a confessional for both of them. Apparently there had been a mutual crush when they were younger, that neither of them knew about at the time. A crush that clearly still had legs.

“I know how it looks. I know that now. I don’t always stop and think stuff through, but I’m aware that I need to be more mindful when it comes to certain things. Still though, I meant everything I said to you that night.”

“…You know she probably like you.”

“All I'm worried about is you.”

“You hurt my feelings. Real bad.”

He slid down beside her, needing to be on her level. “I’m sorry, Shug . That's the last thing I was tryna do.”

When he invited his coworker to join them, he didn’t know Mal would take it so badly. He hadn’t even thought that much into it. In his mind, he was innocently bringing a guest for the holidays. Obviously, Mal did not agree. She’d claimed she wasn’t mad, but proceeded to give both of them the cold shoulder the entire day. And when she left, she barely said goodbye. He’d spoken to her just once since then, right after it had happened, for maybe five or ten minutes. The tone of that conversation was the final indicator that she was gonna need some time.

“…Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.”

A deep breath helped her shake some of the nerves, but more than a few remained. Even in near darkness, she still couldn’t look at him. She didn’t think she’d ever be saying these words aloud, but the door had been opened for her to walk on through. “…This past month has been long,” she said, fidgeting with her fingers.

“It has.”

“I thought about you a lot. Like, every day. Sometimes in ways that I haven't really before. I tried to make myself stop…” she scraped up the courage to lift her eyes and was met with his, “but I couldn't. I wanted to call you so many times, but I was just too angry. And then… I had to be real with myself. Because there’s a reason why I was so upset.”

“…Ok. What’s up?”

“…I love our friendship with my whole soul. Like, you’re really my best friend, for real. But… I think we could be more. I wanna be more.”

Her confession had hit him right in the chest. It almost mirrored exactly what those four weeks had felt like for him. The only difference being the direction of his anger; he was mad at himself, not her.

“Yeah?” His smile was uncontrollable. He wasn't expecting her to say any of this to him tonight, but the last part was the most unexpected.

She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, the thought of it crashing and burning has played over and over in my head. But, like… it could also work and I’m gonna try to focus on that.”

“Nah, ain’t nothing about to crash and burn. But I’m ready to try with you.”

“I just don't want it to get weird, you know? Keeping our friendship intact is important to me. Even if this…”

“You gon’ be my best friend til they put me in the dirt. And then I’ma see if God can help me come find you in the afterlife, because I love you too much to ever be without you… aight?”

“Ok,” she laughed, feeling her face start to warm up.

“Hold on.” He reached back to turn on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. “There you go. See, I knew I was right.” She smiled sheepishly, sure sweat beads would be lining her forehead soon now that there was no barrier to his fineness. “Look at me, though. I want you to know I’m serious. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

“Ok. I believe you.”

“Alright.”

“So, now,” she slid closer, draping her arm up over his shoulder, “I can tell you that I never liked any of your girlfriends. Not one.”

“Yeah? Well, I never liked any of them niggas you called yourself datin’ either. Even the ones I acted like I was cool with. Hated them niggas, actually.”

“You don’t like nobody.”

“Facts. But this a whole ‘nother level, shorty.”

She giggled into his chest as he rested his hand on her waist, over her blanket. Then, like two Cheshire Cats, they lay there just grinning at each other. Her concerns were his as well, but he had so much faith in what they could be that he was willing to take the risk. He was also prepared to reassure her every step of the way if that's what she needed. They had too much going for them to not at least try. And, if there were blessings to be had, he didn’t want to be the one standing in the way. She had always felt like one to him.

“What do we even do now?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Whatever we want.”

He licked his lips and she found herself needing to use more effort than usual to pull her attention away from them. Pretty and pink, glistening. Thick. Ready. Especially the bottom one. It had been calling out to her for as long as she could remember. He caught on to her struggle right away, as she was doing a horrible job of masking it. Licking her own lips, eyes darting around but only after lingering on his perfect pout for a little longer than she’d like him to know. He grinned in amusement.

“I see you.” Her head fell and they both laughed. “C’mere,” he muttered, lifting her chin and watching her bright eyes lower as he closed in. When their lips touched, heart rates spiked. He interrupted to check the temperature, just to make sure he wasn’t alone. One look and any inhibitions she may have had were no more. She instantly parted his lips with her tongue, melting into the sheets. He stroked her face and clung to her lips like they were keeping him alive. Years and years of terrible longing made them an unbridled pair, but there was a tenderess about it. The way his hand never became as impatient as his kisses. The way her arm hung lazily over his shoulder in sweet surrender.

She let him under the covers and erased the space between them, hurrying her hips toward his. She couldn’t get close enough fast enough. She wanted to be engulfed by him. His kisses slipped down to her neck and a wave of warmth washed over her entire body. The tingles made her toes curl as she tried her hardest to tame the beast looming between her thighs. She forced them together, squirming as his hand neared her ass. A heated internal debate led to her lightly tugging at his waistband. She wanted him desperately and she didn't have to hide it anymore. Again, the door had been opened.

“I wanna feel it,” she breathed into his ear.

It took him a second, but his preoccupied brain eventually registered what she had said to him. He eased himself away. They were in her parents’ house, so he had to make sure he wasn’t trippin’. Her lusty eyes bore into his and he froze.

“…Here?”

“Please, fuck me.”

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