Exodus's attention was on the flat screen TV hung against the wall, season four of The 100 playing at a low but hearable volume. It was what had been keeping him occupied for the last hour.

He wasn't supposed to be watching it without Siraj since it was 'their' show, and she was the one who put him on it in the first place. Right about now, he was at least three episodes ahead of where they'd last left off together. The show was too interesting to be waiting for her to watch it with him.

On the front side of him is where she laid asleep, currently being the little spoon while he held her from behind, his hand resting in between her legs to keep it warm. His thumb occasionally rubbed down her slit, not in a sexual manner, but just because it felt like second nature.

He figured he had maybe an hour or so before he'd have to leave out of her room and sneak back toward the guest room so that Semaj and Emari wouldn't know that he'd spent the night in her room with her. This sneaking around thing was quickly becoming old to him.

When she began to stir in her sleep, Siraj realized that his arm was wrapped around her neck in a chokehold, as always. She was surprised the man hadn't killed her in their sleep yet, since somehow his arm always ended up around her neck.

"Baby, let me turn over." She mumbled, and he looked down to see her hand over his tattooed forearm, earning a low chuckle from him.

After letting her go, Siraj turned to face his body, and his arm went right back around her neck once she made herself comfortable enough by laying her head on his chest. Her right arm went over his torso, and she put her leg over his waist, dozing back off.

"You so pretty mama." He kissed her soft lips, obsessing over the pout she wore even while sleeping. She was without a doubt one of the prettiest women he'd ever met, and he made sure to remind her every chance that he got.

Siraj didn't respond to him because she was asleep already, laying as close as she could physically get to him without literally being in his skin. The two of them loved sleeping topless together so that they could feel each other's skin. Exodus just loved physical touch in general.

He continued to kiss on her face, smelling places like her cheek and her neck since she smelled fresh. As if she'd just taken a shower, even though she hadn't since last night. He realized he was bothering her when she turned her head away from him, causing a smile to grow on his face.

"You ain't gone wake up and spend some time wit' me before I gotta leave?" He rubbed the small of her back, pressing his thumbs into her back dimples to release the tension there. He listened to her softly moan under her breath at the feeling, so he carefully popped her back by giving her a bear hug and stretching her body out.

"Thank you." She reached up to hug him back, and the two of them just laid in each other's arms for a few minutes. He was sure that she had fallen back asleep, but then she spoke again.

"Let me go to the bathroom please." She tapped his shoulder, and he released her, watching as she slowly stood to her feet.

Her arm went over her bare chest after stretching her body out for the second time, then she walked to the bathroom connected to her room so that she could pee and brush her teeth.

She came out a few minutes later, Exodus laying there waiting on her return. He now laid on his back, so Siraj climbed on top of him to straddle his waist, putting her arms around his neck.

"What you mean you gotta leave me?" She asked him, letting him roam his fingers through her hair. She no longer wore her wig of course, and had her long natural tresses thrown up into a messy ponytail.

"Maj normally get up at like 12." He told her, the current time reading 10:47 in the morning.

"Let's just go home. I wanna lay with you all day."

"Nah, Mari went to go get Riah. I'm tryna see my niece." He chuckled, genuinely surprised that Siraj fighting Alaysia actually worked. He didn't believe her when she told him it worked in the past too, but she proved him wrong.

"See, I told you. That bitch know who to play with and it shole' ain't me." She reached over on the nightstand to grab her phone, listening to him laugh.

She sat up on top of him, and his eyes immediately went to her boobs, causing her to smile. She was too damn comfortable with him because she really hated not wearing a bra, yet here she was without one.

"How long you been had this one?" His thumb rubbed down the middle of her cleavage where a small heart tattoo was inked, probably one of his favorite tattoos that she had-which wasn't many. He was always kissing that tattoo though.

"Like two years. I didn't have any titties when I got it. These mufuckas big now." She shook her head, letting him grab on them with his big hands.

"Mhm. I love this shit." He let them go after flicking her nipple, and she chuckled, being pulled to lay back down on top of him.

"Siraj," A smile fell over his face after quickly grabbing her hand that had went inside of his boxers.

"What? You can feel on me but I can't feel on you? That's fake as fuck." She didn't move her hand, neither did he make her.

"That's all yo' lil' fast ass want from me is dick." His hand went over her wrist, then he laughed once her mouth fell open in fake shock.

"Awwww, no baby. I want money from you too." She smiled down at him, laughing as well when his expression went blank at her statement. An unintentional smile spread across his lips from watching her, and he shook his head at the way she made his insides feel. Nobody had ever gave him butterflies before, especially just from their smile.

They both knew that she was playing though-well, partially.

"I want you for your kisses too." She leaned her head down to softly peck his lips, feeling them pucker up against hers, the two of them sharing multiple soft kisses.

"And for the way you hold me when we sleep, how you hug on me and rub my face." She mumbled, continuing with her wants while he stared at her with his low eyes.

"You drive me crazy Raj." His voice naturally rasped, lowering without any intention. She really did drive him crazy, but he loved everything about it. She could have whatever she wanted from him.

"I know papa. I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.." Her tone softened as her brown eyes searched his, and for a moment, she lost her breath.

They'd been telling each other that they loved one another for years, obviously; but here recently, they'd begun to say it more often than normal. Now, Siraj meant it more than she ever had before; with plenty of romantic emotion behind her words.

The ultimate city girl, down for the count.

"I love you more. You perfect to me. I got you, you know that right?" He rubbed her cheek, and she nodded, her expression softening.

When he pulled her head down to kiss him, Siraj moaned in his mouth, her eyes closing shortly after. His hand went to the back of her head as if he wanted her to get closer, though there wasn't any more room to do so.

This kiss didn't feel like any other that they'd had, and was so intense and full of passion. It was like she could feel his love through the kiss, making her body melt underneath his touch.

"Can you be quiet for me mama?" He asked her under his breath, and she probably could've came just from the meaning of his question.

"Yes. Hurry please." She mumbled, and Exodus reached down to pull his hard dick out of his boxers, then pulled her panties to the side since he didn't feel like pulling them all the way off. He liked the way the brown g string looked against her chocolate skin anyway.

Both of them quietly moaned together when he slid inside of her, the warmth of her walls coating his shaft in its entirety after he made her sit all the way down to take all of him. He was well aware of his large size, but wanted to see if she would be able to take it.

"Go slow Raj. Don't rush it, yo' dick ain't goin' nowhere. There you go," He held her waist, helping her slide herself up and down his dick while she tried not to cry out.

He put his thumb in her mouth to silence her moans, but ended up becoming more turned on as he imagined his dick in her mouth in place of his thumb. That made him groan out a bit louder than usual, both of them feeling his length grow harder inside of her.

"Mmm, fuckkk, fuck, baby wait," Siraj whined, grabbing on to his wrist after that same thumb made it to her second entrance, but Exodus ignored her, carefully pushing it inside.

"How that feel? You want me to stop?" He gently massaged the hole, causing her eyes to roll back as he simultaneously stimulated both of her spots.

"No baby I'm okay. I'm c-I'm cumming," Her head dropped to be in the crook of his neck, having to stop herself from moaning out. He was hitting every spot so perfectly though.

"What you 'bout to do? You gon' cream on ya' dick or what mama?" He grunted, holding back on his own orgasm to make sure that she got hers first.

"Exodus please, I-fuck!" She cried out, and his hand quickly went over her mouth, quieting her down just as she creamed around his dick. It was crazy how well he knew her body.

"Damn." He bit his lip, looking down to watch as her cum coated his dick in a creamy white substance, her warmth contracting around him every few seconds.

"That shit feel so g-fuck, fuck, you gotta get up Raj." He let out a deep moan in her ear, and the sounds coming from him made her second release approach even quicker.

"Siraj, get up please," He grabbed ahold of her waist, but before either of them could make another move, his nut shot from the tip of his dick and released inside of her. He groaned out, locking his arms around her to keep her still as his dick throbbed.

She was too caught up in her own orgasm to realize what had just happened, both of them going through one together which made the sexual tension between them increase even further.

A few moments later, Siraj reached between her legs to pull him out of her, putting a slight arch in her back as she finished cumming, moaning to herself. Her juices dripped down her inner thighs, and her arch became deeper once she realized she wasn't done yet.

Her head was now lowered near Exodus's dick, which erected even more at the sight of her pretty face. He slid the tip of it across her lips, watching as she licked over them afterwards to taste herself-obviously enjoying it from the way her eyes dazed.

When she came back up she gave him a kiss, both of them moaning together at her taste. It was Exodus's newfound obsession. The fact that it came from her just made him enjoy it even more.

"Shit," He grunted, pulling away from her once he registered that he was nutting again from the way Siraj stroked his dick. To her knowledge, that was his first release; but really, his first load had already been absorbed by her warmth.

"Thank you fat ma." His voice rasped, kissing the side of her face after she had made sure that he was finished.

"You welcome baby." She mumbled, making herself comfortable on his chest, knowing that he would carry her to the bathroom when he regained his strength.

The two of them laid in each other's embrace for a while, but Exodus knew Emari should be on his way back any time now, so they needed to shower as soon as possible. He also needed to run to Walgreens to get her an emergency contraceptive pill.

He stood up with her in his arms, feeling her hold on to his neck like it was just a natural reflex for her. Carrying her to the bathroom, he sat her down on the toilet so that she could pee out the fluids from their session.

"Baby," He called, and her head picked up to look at him at the same time that she began peeing.

"I gotta go get you a plan B." He told her, watching a deep frown replace her natural pout expression at the slow realization that he nutted in her.

"Yo I told you to get up and you ain't listen to me. That shit your fault." He chuckled, turning the water on in the shower so that it could get to the high temperature that Siraj preferred.

"No, that's your fault Exodus. Any other time you pick me up. You probably did that shit on purpose and it's not funny so stop laughing." She irritably rambled to him, pushing his face away once he tried to kiss her.

"I ain't do nothin' on purpose. Watch yo' mouth mama. I said I was finna go get you a pill."

"Those aren't one hundred percent effective Exodus. Get out of my face." She stood at the sink to wash her hands, dodging yet another kiss.

"Aight. You got it." He chuckled once again, stepping in the shower after deciding to leave her alone. At least she had a real reason to be mad this time, so he wasn't going to bother her if that's what she wanted.

Honestly, he really hadn't finished in her on purpose. The last thing on his mind right now was getting her pregnant. Even when he was younger he knew that he didn't want any kids. His siblings and little cousins were more than enough for him.

He didn't even know if him and Siraj would be together long term, though that was the goal. A baby would complicate things way too much right now, especially since nobody even knew about them being together yet.

Around an hour later Siraj still hadn't spoken to him, and was now back in her bed with lounge clothes on. She was ready to go home since she was irritated but wanted to stay to see her niece first.

"You still ain't talkin' to me?" Exodus, who'd just came back from CVS Pharmacy, stood over her while holding out two small purple boxes.

"Nah."

"Ion' like that. You do this every time you get upset, but when I do it back to you, you be crying and shit." He watched her open up the boxes, then she grabbed the Gatorade out of the bag he brought.

"I'm not even ignoring you. You literally just got back." She mumbled, tossing the two pills in her mouth with a swig of the cool blue Gatorade.

"Aight Siraj." He pulled his phone from his pocket, turning to walk out of her room. He checked both sides of the hallway before jogging downstairs, making himself comfortable on the living room couch.

Apparently he walked out right in time, because just a few seconds later, Emari walked through the front door with his daughter talking his ear off in his arms.

"Baba!" She screamed in excitement as soon as she laid eyes on Exodus, halting her conversation with her dad so that she could get to her uncle.

"Wassup fat mama? I missed you girl." He spun her in the air after grabbing her, her cute little giggles filling the room.

"I mis-TT!" She screamed again, trying to shimmy herself out of Exodus's grip, causing Emari to laugh. Siraj definitely was her favorite-after her father, of course.

"My sweet babyyyy. You getting so big mama." Siraj held her in a tight hug, feeling Eriah nuzzle her face into the crook of her neck.

"I missed you so much. And I, I tried to call you and daddy on my iPad. Mommy took it from me, so don't be mad okay? Okay, 'cause I tried to call you TT." Her tiny finger twirled around Siraj's loose hair, rambling to her about the same thing she'd discussed with her father.

Knowing the type of woman Alaysia was, both Siraj and Emari made sure that Eriah knew to tell them whenever something happened while she was over her mom's. God forbid that something happens that could traumatize her, and they'd never know a thing about it.

So even if something small happens, Eriah knows to always tell them about it. They also made sure that she understands that she could always go to them about anything, no matter the situation.

"I'm not mad at you pooh. I'll have to get you a phone so you can call me and text me whenever you want." Siraj kissed the side of her face, and Eriah smiled big in response.

"Okay, and can you do my hair please? In 'dose braids," She asked, not liking the ponytail that was in her hair. Eriah had thick, long, 4c curled hair, and ponytails always made her head hurt because sometimes her mom made the scrunchie too tight.

Plus, every morning she woke up, her hair had to be de-tangled because it would mat up overnight. She cried for hours in result of it and just preferred to have box braids or knotless so that she wouldn't have to get her hair combed.

Siraj usually did her small parted knotless braids with beads on the ends, and sometimes did it up in cute styles that made Eriah feel so pretty, just like her auntie.

"Yes, I'll do them tomorrow okay? You can go to the beauty supply with me to pick out beads and bows." Siraj told her, and her smile grew even bigger. She'd missed being with her dad's side of the family.

"Laysia said I can keep her for a month. She ain't want no smoke with you." Emari's arms wrapped around Siraj's body, leaning down to kiss the side of her face.

"I know that's right. TT beat yo' mama ass girl. I'll do it a hundred times over for you." Siraj smirked, changing to a smile once Eriah fell out in giggles.

She could feel Exodus's eyes on her, so she adverted her gaze over to him. She knew that he didn't want Emari holding her the way that he was, and honestly, she didn't know how to tell her best friend that he couldn't be as touchy as he previously was with her.

Of course she understood boundaries, and if Exodus was in her place she would be upset as well. But what he didn't understand was that Emari had been overly affectionate towards her for years, it was literally just his personality. It had came from being babied by his mother since he was born, all the way up to now.

Soon enough, Siraj would have to either talk to Emari about it, or talk to Exodus. Most likely it would have to be Exodus since Siraj couldn't tell Emari the actual reason behind the situation. Only time would tell though.

Sigh