"Santana that's enough please." She grabbed each side of his head, pushing it from between her legs with a small frown on her face. Almost six hours of straight sex and somehow it didn't seem to phase him at all.

"You taking a break?" He licked her substance from off of his lips, clearly satisfied by his favorite taste.

"No Santana I'm done. I can't even feel my legs no more and I'm so sticky and I'm sleepy." She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, most likely the only dry part on her body.

Her hand then went to the back of his neck, holding him as he left kisses on her collarbone. She quietly moaned in his ear, grabbing his hand that still lingered between her legs after his thumb brushed across her clit.

"Open up Nicole. Let me see." He tapped her thigh, and surprisingly she was able to spread them apart for him to see even though it felt as if she had no strength in them.

Bria's substance was all over the inside of her thighs, creases near her bikini line, down her slit and on her lower stomach. Her spit was all over her chest from when Santana had his fun with her mouth, and his nut was still on her face and on her lower back too.

There were bruises on her wrists and a big purple one around her neck, and she just knew she'd have to cover it with makeup because that would take some time to heal. She didn't care though. She'd redo last night ten times over again. She loved her man.

"Mommy swole. She so pretty B." He chuckled, pressing her thighs back against her chest, and she lazily smiled as he let her go a few seconds later.

Her arms wrapped around his neck so that he could pick her up from the bed, and she hissed at how the soreness immediately hit her.

"My hair, Santana." She pouted in the mirror, putting her finger underneath her lace to take the rest of her frontal off since only a corner piece was left glued down anyway.

"We can get it redone today. That's my fault." He chuckled, stepping into the shower with her after she sat the frontal down on the counter.

Her legs felt unstable enough to hold her as she stood under the water, so she held on to Santana's torso for a little more stability. She laid her head down on his chest, and he reached up to pull her bonnet down on her forehead, leaving a kiss in the same place.

Putting both hands around her neck, he guided her head back to give himself better access to her lips, kissing her there too. Santana was so affectionately obsessed with her and Bria loved that.

"You love that nigga Bri?" He kept his hands on her neck, locking his dark brown eyes on her lighter ones.

"No. I said that already."

"That was sex talk. I don't take that shit serious. And you done lied this long, ion know what to believe no more." He rubbed over her cheek, his tone still so calm. Besides the rough sex, he was way too calm about this and Bria didn't know why.

"I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to think that you had to be in competition with him just 'cause of his status. You too possessive over me and I didn't want nothing happening to nobody Tana." She searched his expression that seemed to soften as she spoke to him.

"What, you think he a bitch or something? You don't know the name that nigga got in the streets?" His head tilted to the side, and her eyebrows slightly furrowed into a small frown.

"Isr-East don't be out there. He legal. Right?" She became confused, because if he did have a name in the streets, how come she hadn't heard about it?

"No. I done told you 'bout being around niggas that you don't know about. That shit can get you killed if you in the wrong place-especially since you keeping it a secret from me. I can't protect you if I don't know, Bria."

"Santana he don't even talk about that kinda stuff with me. I didn't know he did anything other than build shit from a office." She frowned.

"His brother is Big Ko." Santana told her, and her eyebrows released the tension between them to make her expression go flat.

Big Ko-also known as Kordae by the FBI and his close knit friends-was one of the biggest narcotic traffickers on the East Coast. Everybody knew him by name, but nobody had ever seen him to put a face to the name because he was just that good.

Plenty of bodies had been dropped and were rumored to be his work, but his crew was too experienced to where the Feds were never able to charge any of them with anything besides maybe a minor gun charge.

Everybody's dealer's dealer was Big Ko himself, and he had mob ties all over the world. So much work needed to be done to have a name in almost every continent-except the one where nobody lived full time, of course-but somehow, Big Ko had done it.

"How do you know that? You've never seen Ko before." Bria's frown returned, confused at the information being revealed to her.

"Ask 'em if you think I'm lying. If you get caught in Harlem and they know you done been with that nigga, you gone be on somebody hit list B. I'ma handle it to make sure you good but you need to make sure he know that I don't play about you. I'll die behind you and I'll kill him behind you too."

Bria wanted to roll her eyes so bad at his words but she knew better. He was so violent, it was literally his answer to everything. She without a doubt believed him, but this was exactly why she didn't want to tell him about her seeing Israel.

Although it technically wasn't her business, if Israel truly was Kordae's little brother, why wouldn't he tell her about that? That really could put her in danger, but she knew he wouldn't do it on purpose-which most likely explained why he never took her in overly crowded places when they went on dates; well that and the fact that he was a married public figure.

"I'm not telling you this shit out of jealousy or nothin'. If you wanna fuck with him, cool. I know I can't stop you. I just want you to be safe. You my baby, B. I don't want nothin' happening to you." He stared down at her, and she lowered his head to her level to give him a kiss.

"I know, I'm sorry Santana. I should've told you but I know how you are and I was tryna avoid beefing with you 'cause I hate when you leave me alone." She laid her head on his chest, and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her.

"Mhm. So, you like him or what?" He curiously asked, using his thumbs to rub her arms.

"He cool. He drop a bag on me like it's nothing. That's another reason I didn't wanna tell you 'cause I thought you would've made me stop talking to him and I don't want to 'cause he rich as fuck."

"I ah' never stop yo' bag shorty. Long as you good, I can't do nothin' but respect it." He humorously shrugged, and she smiled, tilting her head back to look up at him.

"I'm not fucking him Santana. He ain't even ate nothing yet. So don't think I'm just passing pussy around 'cause I ain't."

"Yet?" His head tilted to the side, and she smacked her lips which made him laugh.

"It's cool. Can't nobody take care of mommy better than me." He reached between her legs, laughing again once she grabbed ahold of his wrist.

"Stop calling my pussy that Tana." She mushed his head, smiling as his arms wrapped around her again, pulling her closer to him.

"Nah. I love fat mommy. Her so pretty." His hand went back to her neck, and her smile spread further across her face as she was brought in for a kiss.

They stayed in the bathroom for another half hour, freshening up from the session they had that lasted through the night. Santana began to change out the sheets and comforter set while Bria took her daily birth control pill, as well as a day after pill just in case.

Afterwards they ordered takeout from Bria's favorite Chinese corner store, and then cuddled together on sheets that came straight out of the dryer while Madea's Halloween movie played on Bria's flat screen TV.

"I can't see the movie mama." Santana chewed on a piece of orange chicken, getting an ingrown hair picked out from his beard.

"You done seen this shit eighteen times. Shut up." She used her chin to hold her phone steady for the flashlight, grabbing the small bump with her shark tweezers.

"Stop being a girl." She wiped the end of the tweezers on a napkin after he hissed, leaving them on the napkin to pick up her carton of chow mein.

Bria's phone starting ringing before he could say anything, and both of them looked down at it to see 'Israel' flashing across her lock screen.

"You that bold?" Santana used his spoon to pick up some fried rice, and she smacked her lips.

"Santana I'm not gon' stop talking to him just 'cause you found out my secret. I'm his baby too." She told him, sitting on top of her folded legs.

"I look like I give a damn? I ain't tell you not to answer it." He poured more soy sauce over his rice, and Bria stared at him for a few seconds before grabbing her phone off of the bed.

"Hey Israel. What you doing?" She answered the call just as it was about to stop ringing.

"Damn, no boo, baby, honey, none of that shit? I did somethin' wrong mama?"

"No, my bad. I ain't know you picked up on my names like that." She chuckled, covering Santana's mouth just as he was about to say something.

"I be looking forward to it."

"Sorry baby. That's better?" She moved her hand off of Santana's mouth, and he quietly groaned in hers once she caught him off guard with a kiss.

"Mhm. I miss you. It's cool if I send the driver to get you tomorrow instead of Friday?" He asked, the current day being Wednesday.

"Yes. You want me to pack some clothes?" She wiped Santana's mouth off, biting her bottom lip at the way his low eyes stared at her.

"Yeah, for the weekend. He gone be there to get you early."

"Okay baby. I have to go but I'll be ready. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Aight mama. Talk to you later." He replied, and she blew a kiss into the phone before ending the call.

"That nigga don't even know the type of bitch he dealing with." Santana grabbed her face hard enough to where her mouth opened, and she moaned at the feeling of his spit dropping on her tongue.

"Bria!" He grabbed the bottom half of his face after she backhanded him in his mouth, keeping the innocent expression on her face as she did it.

"You think you slick. Watch your mou-move Santana." She tried not to laugh as he pulled her closer, apologetically and playfully kissing all over her face.

"I ain't mean it like that B, stop playing." He chuckled, keeping his arms around her even after he got her to smile.

"Yeah you did. What kinda bitch am I Tana?" She snaked her neck at him, but couldn't help but to smile again at the sight of his pearly whites.

"Mine." He pecked her lips a few times, and she hummed in agreement before deepening his kiss.

Bria really did love the relationship she had with Santana, even though most times she wasn't exactly sure what that relationship was. Sometimes it seemed like they were taking each other seriously, and other times it felt like they were just close friends that had sex from time to time.

She often wondered what it would look like if they stopped playing the denying feelings games. Not that their feelings were unclear or hidden in any way, but neither of them took their own feelings serious enough to turn it into something more.

A part of her was scared of being with someone in an actual relationship. She never spoke on it, but she'd always felt like she would never be good enough for any man-and especially for Santana. He deserved more than what she could offer.

Most times she only saw herself as somebody who was good for sex and maybe conversation too. Obviously she knew she was a good person-more often than not-but there weren't many people who tried to get to know her on more than a surface level.

She figured that's why she liked Israel as much as she did, because usually she wouldn't bother with a man after their first paid encounter. She didn't like having a man so close to her due to some issues in her past.

He seemed to want to know her beyond the image she portrayed. He reminded her of Santana a lot.

It took Santana almost two years to break her facade completely, and now he knew her like the back and front side of his hand. Bria honestly needed that. She didn't like having to pretend to be strong all the time, but often felt like it was necessary.

He was her person and more.

"Bri, you sleep?" Santana's voice rasped about twenty minutes later, able to feel the way her breathing had slowed down.

"Mm-mm." She mumbled in a negative response, keeping her eyes closed.

"I love you, no matter what. I know I apologized last night but I want you to know that I'm serious." He rubbed the small of her back, watching her tilt her head back to look at him; currently laying on his shoulder.

"What are you sorry for? I thought you wanted me to be sorry." She chuckled, looking at him through her heavy eyelids.

"Nah..sex talk." He chuckled as well, referring to his words from earlier.

"I don't know if you letting him stick around 'cause of some traits he got that I might not have, and I-,"

"Santana don't do that. This is why I didn't want you to know about him." She reached up to hold his face, a small frown on her own.

"I ain't insecure or nothing B, I'm just saying. And don't make it seem like I'm too far off either 'cause you know you don't keep niggas around you at all." He met her gaze, and his words caused her frown to slowly disappear.

"He's nice to me Tana. And he's not just some street nigga without feelings like you think he is. He go through a lot at home and he just wants somebody to listen to him." She told him, pausing for a few moments.

"There's nothing in him that I'm looking for, that I haven't already found in you. I wouldn't try to replace you with anybody, 'cause I think that's what you think this is. I'm not ever gon' leave you, okay? You everything to me. I promise."

"I ain't the best at showing how much I love you. I'm sorry Bria." His voice was low, and Bria stared at him before reaching up to give him a hug.

"You the best at everything baby. I love you so much and nothing can change that. I'm nobody without my favorite person." She mumbled.

"I love you more. I got you for life, through whatever."

Yawns cutely