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Layla's POV

Bright sun rays peered through the cracks in my curtains; interrupting my sleep. I tried to move from my spot, but something was stopping my actions.

Michael's arm was wrapped tightly around my waist holding me securely. I giggled at his overprotectiveness, even in his sleep.

I wiggled his fingers one by one, until I was free from his tight grasp. I turned my whole body around to face him.

His soft, creased, link lips were slightly parted, his angelic skin glowed in the dim lights, giving him a halo effect. Some of his stray, fuzzy curls were tucked neatly behind his ear, while the rest was tied back into what he calls a pony tail.

His chest heaved up and down slowly, and his curly eyelashes played perfectly on his round cheek bones. His wonderfully arched brows made me quite jealous.

They're literally perfect.

His perfectly carved face laid soundly on the plush pillows on the floor.

I could watch him sleep all day.

I ripped my eyes away from his face to get up and check the time. The first thing I saw was my mother sleeping soundly.

I glanced at the clock on her nightstand that read 12:45pm.

So early.

I heaved slightly, and walked over to the spot Michael was sleeping. I would hate to wake him up from his sound sleep, but we need to go see his parents in about 3 hours.

I laid down in the same pillow he was, inches from his face. I kissed him on his lips to try and wake him up.

"Baby, Michael babe. Get up." I ran my finger tips across his hair, softly.

He groaned softly, stirring in his covers. His eyelashes lifted from his cheekbones, as he opened his eyes slowly; meeting my gaze.

He smiled slightly. "Good morning dork."

I smacked my lips playfully. "Good morning bigger dork."

I kissed his nose and he giggled groggily. His sleepy voice was so baritone, but you could hear his slightly innocent voice shining through.

He sat up criss cross apple sauce and grabbed both of my hands. "You ready to meet my parents today?"

I ran my fingers through my hair. "Yeah, I'm ready." I whispered, respecting my mom's presence.

"Okay babe, it'll be fun, I swear." He kissed my forhead.

I smiled lightly. "Alright lover boy, I have to go shower, and get ready because I take hours."

Michael raised his index finger up, halting me. "I'll go with you!" He said.

"Shh, my mom's alseep!" I whisper yelled.

He blushed slightly before speaking. "Sorry."

"Hey, we can just go to my place! I bet bill misses me anyways, he keeps texting me." He shrugged.

I scoffed at him. "Bill dont mjss your flat booty self. He misses me."

Michael walked towards me, inches away from my body. "You want to bet?"

I pushed his shoulder playfully. "I bet your breath stinks, go brush. We go through this every morning!" I whispered.

He waved his hand down, disregarding what I said. "You weren't complaining when you kissed me."

I sighed, giving in to his words. "You right baby, you right."

He walked towards me again; Inches from my lips.

"Can I have a kiss my love?" He asked me softly.

I was going to respond, but a random voice cut the air. "No. She has to give me a kiss first."

I rolled my eyes playfully at the familiar voice. "Mom, you're a mold ruiner." I told her, walking to the bed.

I embraced my mom tightly and pulled back smiling. "Habari Za Asubuhi!" I cheered.

She kissed my forhead. "Good morning my African Princess."

I blushed at my mother's nickname for me. "If I'm a princess, you're a queen."

"And I'm the prince." Michael chimed in; making me and my mother laugh.

"Oh hush Michael, you guys don't even like each other." I giggled, walking towards my closet.

"It's a love hate relationship." He told me, while opening a water bottle.

"A shady one." My mother told us.

Michael laughed slightly, before crumpling the bottle and throwing it in the trash.

I walked into my closet and started picking out some clothes. However, I heard the bathroom door open.

My eyebrows knitted together at this because there is only 1 bathroom.

"Mama? There is only one shower!" I yelled from the closet.

A few seconds pass before I get a response. "Just go use Michael's!"

I rolled my eyes slightly. "Mom! He only has 1!" I yelled.

"Take turns!" She yelled back.

I groaned to myself before picking out a casual outfit. I pushed multiple hangers aside before finding the perfect outfit.

I picked a lavender knit tank top, with a V neck, some light bkue skinny jeans, and some high top converse. I finished the look with my signature watch.

I gathered all these things into a grocery bag, along with some red lace bra, and undies. I also placed a couple sugar canes, and a tongue scratcher I made because I'm not sure if I trust American products yet.

Once everything was gathered, I walked out entering the living room only to see Michael watching Good Times.

I guess he heard me, because his gaze met mines. "Baby look! It's Janet when she was a kid, she was in this show!" He cheered.

Who's Janet?

My eyebrows knitted together. "Who's Janet baby?"

He giggled slightly at the sight of this girl. "It's my baby sister! She's my favorite out of all my siblings."

I became content with his joy, and innocence. "Awe, she's so cute. I love Good Times." I watched the TV, as little Janet talked to the other Michael.

Michael turned away from the tv to face me. "Baby, what's that bag in your hands?"

"Oh! My moms using my shower so she told me to use yours." I explained.

He smiled brightly. "Okay, but I have one shower too." He got up from his place on the bed.

"Take turns." I explained.

Michael walked closer to me. "We dont have to do that, we can share." He giggled.

I giggled with him. "Michael, baby, I'm kinda still walking funny from last night."

He pulled me closer to him and embraced me. "Baby, I'm sorry. I won't pull anything, unless you want me to." I told me, softly.

I pulled back from the embrace to look at him. "Deal."

I picked up my grocery bag that had all my clothes, lotions, and gels, sugar canes, and my record player.

I walked out with Michael close to my side. I closed my door soundly, as I watched Michael wander in front of me, scurrying Into the room.

Bill was sitting down, guarding the room and Michael's belongings like always.

I waved at him. "Hello bill." I smiled.

His deep voice caught me off guard everytime."Hey Layla, how are you?"

I smiled politely. "I'm fine Bill." I told him as I walked into Michael's room.

I closed the door soundly, and set my bad on the table. I cut it open with just my nails, exposing my terribly folded clothes and panties, and hygiene products.

I pulled my record out of the slight mess I made. I placed a gentle record on there.

Aaliyah One and A Million.

I looked around trying to find Michael, but the whole room was vacant.

Giving up my search, I carried my hygiene products to the bathroom.

I walked in, and closed the door.
I set my things on the counter, and walked to the bathtub. I saw Michael already sitting in the tub with large bubbles, rose petals in the water, and candles lit.

How did I not notice this when I walked in.

His gaze met mines, and I instantly melted, his hair was slightly wet, and his face was damp, making his jawline and other parts of his face exaggerated and defined. There were two separate switches, and only one was on, so the light above the tub was dim.

I put my record on the basket beside the towels, and began to unrobe.

Michael's eyes traced over my curves, as my pants dropped to the floor. I have to admit, his eyes make me intimidated.

"Stop it, you simp." I giggled.

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I can't admire beauty when I see it?"

I took off my top. "If we're admiring beauty, let's admire you." I complimented.

He shook his head. "I'm not all that."

I took off my bra, and my panties. I put one of my feet in the tub, and relaxed at the temperature. However, everything I did, Michael eyed me with great intensity.

I sat down in the large tub, and scooted close to Michael. "Hey, I heard what you said. Now its my time to tell you." I held his hand.

He smiled so brightly, and I swear, I melt every single time.

I spoke up, as Michael looked me into my eyes. "In Africa, you have to count your blessings, because fine things come a dime a dozen. I take time to admire things that are beautiful, and see the good in everything." I started, rubbing his hand.

"I know a blessing when I see it, and when I look at you, I feel something. You're so beautiful Michael, I wish you could see what I see. From your sparkly, hypnotizing eyes, to your unique complexion." Michael's eyes became glassy from my truthful words.

I cupped his face, and scrutinized him with intensity, so he can see my emotions through my eyes. "You don't need to hide from me. Or hide your scars, and imperfections. All your imperfections are the reason why I love you even more. I don't lie, and I won't say things I dont mean. Please believe me when I say you're beautiful, handsome, dashing, sexy, baby. You got the mojo, the appeal, the personality, an you got the look." I told him honestly.

Tears became to stream down his face, as my truth spiralled through his head.

I embraced him, as I sat back on the back of the tub, his head laid on my chest as he continued to cry.

I rubbed his curls. "Don't just hear me, listen to me when I say, you're beautiful." I told him truthfully, as I traced circles on his back.

"I got made fun of for my nose." He cried to me, sniffling up his sinuses.

"I got made fun of too! For alot of things. Let me show you something, sit up." I patted his back.

He looked at me, with red eyes, and more tears comming down his face.

I grabbed the wash cloth to the right of me, and wiped off all his make up, he resisted at first, but he let me in.

Now his beautiful splotches were being shown.

I dipped the towel back in the water, and took off my little make up.

"Baby, look, we all have imperfections, and I'll show you mines first." I explained. He nodded slowly as I continued.

I pointed to my imperfectly shaped boobs. "Michael, my areolas are large, and my boobs aren't as perky as they used to be, they're imperfect." I got up and pointed to my sides. "I have stretch marks on my sides, And scars on my knees." I sat back down. "My forhead is pretty large too!" I giggled. "But I'm not a perfect human, and I'll never be. Stop being a victim of society! Stop letting society tell you what beauty is! Stop being ashamed of your beauty! Stop being a victim." I calmly told him.

"You have no control over what happens to you, medically! Your vitiligo makes me love you even more! It makes you unique, it makes you special, and it gives me a reminder that you aren't like everybody else." I cupped his face again, kissing his nose, his vitiligo spots, and his lips.

"I love you! You're spirit, it's immortal, but your body is temporary, it goes to ashes. So if I love you with my soul, and connect with you on a deeper level, our love is ever lasting." I poured my innermost feelings to him.

Michael wiped his tears and smiled cheekily. "Baby, not only did you make me feel better as a human being, but you pointing out your flaws to me makes me love you more, and reminds me that imperfections are a wonderful thing. You made me love you even more. Gosh I'm so in love with you." He explained, embracing me tightly.

I winked at him. "Show me how much you love me then."

His eye brows scrunched together. "I thought you said no sex?"

I leaned forward whispering to him. "There is more then one way to please someone Mikey."

He pulled back smiling at me lovingly. "You're such a freak layla, oh my goodness."

He culled my face and kissed me softly, yet lovingly. My lips were in sync with his as his tongue tickled my teeth. I opened my mouth a little more and let his soft tongue explore my mouth. We exchanged kisses to each other. He smiled against my lips as he rubbed down my back.

He picked me up and sat me down on this extended ledge on his tub. He looked at me, as he used his hands to spread my legs apart.

Slowly.

He kissed my inner thighs making me tremble.

"May I?" He asked politely.

I nodded slowly, as I watched him work his magic.

Ha, he's Magic Mike.

His tongue glided across my clit, I gasped, putting my head back; and closing my eyes. He lifted one of his out from the water and shook the water off.

He inserted one finger into my opening, quickly finding my G spot.

All I could do was moan, and watch him work. A feeling of adrenaline washed over me. Michael continued to lick my clitoris, while fingering me.

Still quite a foreign feeling.

I rested one of my hands on top of his head as he continued to lick me.

I breathed in the air through my teeth as I felt my climax comming. My insides began to clench tightly to his fingers. My walls contracted over and over, as I felt my clitoris throb. My legs began to tremble, and I started to yell Michael's name.

"Michael!!! Oh my goodness, Mikey! Ahh." I moaned loudly.

I couldn't take holding on, so I came very harshly. Of course Michael cleaned up the mess with his wonder tongue. My legs were still shaking lightly as I tried to gain my composure.

Michael was blushing slightly at the sight of me, because he can still be shy anytime, anywhere.

I slowly got of the ledge and slid back into the bathtub.

"While you were enjoying yourself, I was in here pruning." He giggled.

I kissed his, sweet soft lips. "I'm sorry baby, c'mon, let's get out." I held my hand out for him to take.

Michael took the plug out of the tub as I stepped on the mat, drying my body.

I stepped on the mat near the sink where all my clothes were.

I picked up my sweet honey lotion, and lathered my entire body. Michael was drying off his hair, but I stopped what I was doing to Admire him.

He was so stunning. Anything he did, hell he could be chewing gum.

"Take a picture Layla." He joked.

I scrunched my brows. "How did you know?"

He stopped drying his hair and walked to me, kissing my head. "I can feel your stares, they're intense."

I shook my head smiling at him. I put on my lace red bra, and panties, then I put on my lavender knit top.

The red straps were super visible so I tucked them on the sides of my padding.

I grabbed my baby blue jeans and slipped them on quickly, realizing that we have..

30 minutes left?!

I gasped sharply, I guess Michael heard because he rushed to me. "What is it baby girl?"

I looked up at him. "Michael? We have 30 minutes!! We have to hurry." I panicked.

Michael began to snicker, and my features crinkled. "Whats funny?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "This is your fault when you think about it."

I put my hands on my hips. "How so?" I pressed.

He shrugged again. "You took to long to cum."

My eyes bulged and I hit his chest playfully. "I'm not full blown, I just lost my virginty yesterday, and I've never touched myself. Cut me some slack. " I laughed. "Not to mention, I could've came quicker if you worked better." I winked, while putting on my socks.

He put on one of the red button ups in his closet. "You weren't complaning when your head was all the way back."

I blew the wind from my lips. "You're right dork." I giggled.

I put on my converse high tops. I took the rest of my hair into a middle part. I then used this homemade sock bun to put my hair together in the back. I slicked my edges back with my aloe gel, and finished with fresh perfume.

Michael quickly finished with me, concealing his splotches.

I walked up to him, fixing his tie. Something my dad taught me how to do.

I kissed him on the cheek. "Handsome."

He smiled brightly. "Thank you baby. We have 15 minutes to get there, let's go get your mom, and head out."

"Deal."

I walked out the bathroom first, and headed towards the door. I stopped at it, waiting for Michael to go first. I grabbed the paper bag by the little table by the door and handed it to him.

He snatched it out of my hands smirking. "This disguise is getting old." He muffled through the bag.

I shook my head laughing. "C'mon."

I grabbed his hand and headed out the door. I quickly smiled at bill, who was shaking his head at Michael's disguise. We heard the elevator door open, so I quickly opened my hotel door.

I pulled Michael in quickly before anything happens. He's never going to be mobbed when he's around me.

I walked in to see my mom wearing some draped earrings and an African sun dress. She had on some strapped sandals to match, and her hair was flattened, and manually curled.

I went up to her, kissing her cheek. "We have 10 minutes, we have to go mom." I warned.

She grabbed her red purse and walked towards the door.

I hope this goes well.

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~ Kenny