one shots

shorty swing my way [40]

august 2004
tuesday
6:45 am

"Are you sure?" she smirked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," I assured her.
"I can still call in to work, Renée. It's nothing," she shook her head.
"And have you miss out on your pristine and living the dream perfect attendance teacher parking spot? You are not missing school for lil' ol' me," I told her, making her laugh wholeheartedly.

"Renée! I'm serious," she ran her hands over my shoulders as her eyes met mine.
"I am too, Tiffani. . . Those kids need you. The world needs you," I smiled.
She smiled modestly while fiddling with the end of my shirt.

"You need me too. You just don't want to admit it," she smirked.
"I'll admit it, if you want me to," I licked my lips slowly.
"If you do, that'll only keep me here," her face leaned closer toward mine.
"Suddenly, I don't give two fucks about that parking space," I smiled before our lips met. She giggled softly as her arms wrapped around my waist.

"So, I can stay with you, right? We can spend the day together, loading guns and picking out matching pocket knives," she mumbled against my lips as I smirked slightly.
"Nah, you're taking your ass to work still, Tiff," I pulled her hands off of me.
She groaned and rolled her eyes before reattaching her hands to my hips. "Come on, Nay. Wouldn't it be safer for me to be with you anyway? Bad shit could happen without me here," she reasoned.

"It wouldn't be anything I couldn't handle, baby," I assured her.
"Well, what about me?" she asked.
"You'll be fine too, alright? If you really feel like you need it, take one of my guns or knives," I instructed.
"Renée—"

"I know you're concerned, but I'll be alright. You'll be alright. We'll be fine. Just have a good day, and get home when you can," I told her.
"Fine," she sighed.

"I love you," I told her.
"I love you too," she smirked before our lips met.

The kiss was sweet and innocent as my eyes fluttered closed. Slowly but surely, my lips were parting and her tongue was reaching for mine. The kiss was far from innocent by the time I snapped back into reality. By the time I did that, my hand was shoved into her khakis as she gripped onto my wrist.

"What time is it?" I asked against her neck.
"Who gives a fuck? I'm staying home," she squealed softly.
"But—"
"Nay, I have a student teacher who's more than ready to take over for a day. They'll be f-fine," she was letting her back arch as I sped up the pace of my fingertips.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
She ignored me, biting her lip instead of answering.
"I said are you su—"

"Nay, shut the fuck up," she growled before pulling my lips toward hers. Our tongues knotted together and only moments later, she was cumming. Her body shook as she caught a few chills and dragged out a profane word. Her head rested against mine as she panted softly.

I glanced at the time, finding that it was about 7:10.
"You're still going to school. Go change," I told her.
"Renée, fuck that," she said as I pulled my dripping wet fingers from her panties.
"Tiffani—"
"That nigga could've cut the brakes of my car for all I know, Renée. He could pop up at the school. He—"
"Okay, so if he pops up at the school, how do we know he won't take Steph? You could keep an eye out just in case," I asked as she took my fingers into her mouth.

She took a moment to suck and lick before answering. "As a parent, you have given us consent to hand him over to whoever is on your list of secondary people that can pick him up. The only person on that list is Ms. Assata," she reminded me.
"I know, but what if—"

"I think you're just paranoid," she started to push my tank top up as her hands glided along my skin.
"It's not paranoia. It's caution," I told her.