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Miss Baby Pt. 2

Mo Washington X Black!FreedWoman!Reader

A/N: I really love this story so much! Please enjoy because I teared up a lil writing this because I loveeee itttt! I hope you all enjoy! -Ro <3 Here We Gooooooooo

“I hope you brought ya appetite!” Mo says excitedly, greeting you at the end of the road. She waited giddily for you to come down the road at exactly nineteen-hundred hours. You hold the pitcher of sweet lemonade in one hand and the warm pound cake in the other. “I’ll hol’ that for ya, Miss baby. Yo’ dress sure is nice.” She says, taking the cake and pitcher out of your hand. You stared at her hands as she took the items from you, unsure why you found them so attractive. They look as though she’s been to work a lot, but still well taken care of and moisturized. You begin to think about how they would feel on your skin, and it invokes chills up your legs. “Miss Baby?” Mo snaps you out of your thoughts and she chuckles at your wide eyes. “I was sayin’ the cake smell good.” You smiled at her compliment and nodded slightly in gratitude. “...can’t wait to taste it.” she mumbles with a smirk and your eyes widen yet again. “What?” you say, nervously smoothing out your dress. Your fear that she heard your thoughts become evident due to your actions. “The cake…I can’t wait to taste it. You alright?” She lifts her eyebrows and approaches her home with you, guiding you softly to her front door. 

“Y-yes I’m fine as frog hair, Miss Mo.” You replied entering her home. You had never seen a house this nice! A table sat next to the kitchen, adorned with a blue gingham tablecloth, dishes filled with food on top of it and a single candle in the middle. It was rather beautiful and she prepared it all for you. She was determined to make a good impression, she wanted to show you that she was capable of doing more than standing in your yard and calling you “baby.” It meant more to her, she had a feeling about you and she couldn’t shake it. Even if God grabbed her by the ankle and held her upside down, she couldn’t shake the butterflies in her stomach or the pounding in her heart when she saw you. “Gon’ and sit, I’ll fix ya plate.” She says, stepping around you to get to the table. She sits the cake and lemonade in the middle of the table, a place that she left empty for it subconsciously. You sat at the table and she sat the plate in front of you. 

You wait for her to sit with you and she reaches for your hand to pray. You gladly take it and you take in the softness of her skin. “Dear God, thank you fo’ this food an’ allowing me the blessin’ of being able to share it wit’ Miss Baby here…may ya bless us to have other nights like dis. In Jesus’ name, amen.” You blush at her prayer, an obvious and sweet way to invite you to dinner again. You whisper a small ‘Amen’ and your eyes meet with Mo’s. She shifts her eyes from your eyes to your plate and back again. She was waiting for your reaction to her food. You grab your fork and shovel greens into your mouth. “My….LORD.” you groan as the flavors melt onto your tongue and hug your tastebuds kindly. Mo smiles proudly and watches your lips curl as you put more food into your mouth. “Y’like it?” she asked, the answer obvious to her but it was amusing to see how you would present said answer. “This too good…girl you put yo foot in this!” you tell her, pouring you both a glass of lemonade. 

She looks at her plate coyly and thanks you silently. A beat passes and you let the silence grow a bit more before you break it. “Y/n…” she looks up from her plate, her smirk grows into a smile. “What’s that?’ she asked, wanting you to repeat your name to her. “Y/N…das my name.” You avoid her eyes in fear that you would smile a little too big. Her eyes twinkle at the sound of your name, finally learning a part of you meant more to her than she expected. “Pretty name for a pretty girl, Miss Baby.” she says, and you reach for your dress, fidgeting with it nervously. “Thank you…y-you pretty too..o-or handsome? I-I….” You stutter in embarrassment, you didn’t know how to approach her and she found your effort adorable. “Pretty is fine when it come from you.” She says sweetly, grabbing your hand that rested on the table. 

You both spent hours talking about your lives, Mo explaining how long it took her to get from New Mexico to here. You explained that you traveled from Texas to Colorado, actually surprised that you two didn’t cross paths. You gasped and giggled at the stories she told you and she listened attentively to stories of your own. Mo knew you had some grit in you, that’s what attracted her to you in the first place. She watched you chop wood, build shelter, and add on to your home day-by-day… all in a dress. She knew a woman like you could only be God’s way of extending love toward her. A blessing in your stride when you walk, a prayer in your attitude, and heaven in the pound cake you prepared for this dinner. “Why you sure know yo’ way ‘round the oven, Miss Baby.” she compliments, and your excitement jumps out of your mouth before you could even think about it. “Really?! I can make y’some more if ya like.” You lean back in your chair, dialing it back a little. “I would love that.” She says, grabbing your plate from the table and placing it on the counter. “I-I should probably get goin’. Ion wanna keep y’ up too late.” You stand, walking over to Mo, you hug her and hold her close. You didn’t know how to place your feelings at the moment, so hugging her was the best that you could do. She held you closer and took in your scent. Lingering around each other, you both began to feel hot and it rose to your faces. You finally let her go and she wished it had been longer. “Let me walk y’home.” She said, taking your hand in hers. She walked back to the table, placing her gun back into her holster and headed out the door along with you. 

You two took smaller steps when you approached your home, not wanting this night to end by any means. “Well, here ya are.” Mo says, disappointment lining her voice as she begins to see this night come to an end. “Thank you fa’ dinner, Mo. It was wonderful.” You say and Mo’s eyes widen at her realization. “Uh Oh… we lef’ ya pitcher at the house, I can go get it.” she says, turning to head back but you grab her arm. “I’ll be back to get it.” you grin. She smiles at the implication that you would have dinner with her again but you had something different in mind. “Or…you can bring it when ya have breakfast wit me t’morrow mornin’.” Mo looks up at you and smiles brightly, a joyful laugh escaping her. “Ya like grits? Sausage and eggs and some freshly squeezed orange juice? Fresh biscuits?” You ask, and Mo is in bliss with the fact that you want to spend time with her again. “I like it, but I sure do love spendin’ time wit ya.” she makes heat rise to your cheeks and she takes your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll see ya in the mornin’, Miss Baby.” you smile, lifting your shoulder to your ear, shying away with a silent “Alright..” Mo makes her way down the road, stopping in her yard.

“WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!” she screams happily, pumping her fist in the air. She giggles to herself and smiles from ear to ear, excitement dancing in her belly. She gets to see you again, she didn’t expect God to answer that prayer so quickly. She thanked the Lord with a head nod to the sky and went inside. You heard her from down the road, chuckling and smiling to yourself. “Lemme get started on this dough, it’s gon take a while to rise.” you say to yourself as you make your way into your house. Excitement dances in your belly too, wanting the night to rush away so that you could see Miss Mo yet again.  

I love them so bad

Pretty Soldier

Mo Washington X Black!Seamstress!FreedWoman!Reader

Contains: Fluuuuuuuff

You stood outside of you and Mo’s shared bedroom, waiting for her to come out with her new, temporary look. You had an order for a dress that was due tomorrow and you had to put some finishing touches on it. Unfortunately, you couldn’t fix it while wearing it and you were too short to fit it anyway. “Oh no…you not puttin’ me in that thang.” she said to you, just a few moments earlier. You looked up at her with those pleading eyes. You didn’t even have to say anything before she snatched the dress from you and marched to the bedroom, mumbling something about how you were lucky that you were “cute and sweet” for her to be “puttin’ this mess on.” You giggled as she made her way into the room, slamming the door behind her, a victorious smile slapped across your face as you waited for her to come out. 

“C’mon now, Mo Baby. Lemme see ya!” You chuckle out as she groans on the other side of the door. “Don’t rush me, or I ain’ comin’ out at all!” she grumbles. Stepping out of the room, she comes toward you rather gracefully, but a frown remains on her face. “Oh…baby you look so pretty.” you tell her, fixing the ruffles at the end of the sleeves. She hides a grin and rolls her eyes. “Hurry up so I can get outta this thang.” she says, stepping onto the crate so that you can add the finishing touches. “This got me itchin’, Honey Bee! Hurry up, now.” She complains and you laugh at her grumpiness. “Hol’ still an’ it won’t take so long, Baby.” 

“You should wear dresses sometime, Mo. Y’look like an angel.” she scoffs at your comment and looks down at the dress that adorns her slender body. “Where would I put my holster in this? These will get caught on my gun, Honey Bee! I’m not wearin’ that!” She says, confusion lacing her gaze as she stares at herself in the mirror in front of her. “Well, maybe you can stop carryin’ ‘roun that gun all the time.” You say softly, knowing that Mo was about to protest. You wait for her to, but you’re met with silence. You look up to see her staring at her reflection with her head tilted. She examines herself carefully as if she’s considering something. She’s so beautiful, staring at herself with a slight grin that lifts her cheekbones a little. You stand in silence to let her discover what you have always seen her hide from herself. You hem the 

other side of the dress and she twists a little to see herself from the side, smoothing down the dress in the front. You watch her admire herself a little more freely, a smile peeking through her lips. “Y’almost done, Honey Bee?” Her tone was a bit softer, not looking away from the mirror. “I was done ten minutes ago, Mo Baby.” You say treacly, your eyelashes bat slowly twice and she turns to you, looking down from her place on the crate. “Why don’t I make ya a nightgown, darlin’? You can wear it to bed, no ruffles and a lil pocket to hol’ ya bullets in?” You ask 

She turns her body from left to right a couple times, testing the flow of the dress. She looks back up at you, contemplating her next response. “...I wanna pick the color.” She says, scrunching up her nose. She steps down and kisses you, heading back to the bedroom to change her clothes. When she comes out, she gently places the dress in your hands. “Thank you for doin’ this, Mo.” you say to her shyly. “Anything for you, My Honey Bee.” She says, adjusting her holster as she puts it back on her shoulders. You place the dress in the box, folded neatly, placing a written receipt on top of it. You smile, thinking of how Mo taught you to write. You’ve gotten better at it and it has been much easier to keep up with things for your business. You place the box on top of the crate and head over to where Mo sat, sitting in her lap. “My beautiful soldier, what color do you want your nightgown to be?”

Soldier Girl

Warnings: (Smut 18+), Mentions of blood, Inexperience

Pairing: Mo WashingtonX Black Fem reader

word count: Baby ion know. Let it ride

A/N: Enjoy!!

I stepped out onto my porch couple hours ‘fo sundown. Going out to collect a bit mo’ wood for my oven and fire pit. I grab my axe throwing it over my shoulder, hiked up my dress and set out on my usual path, intendin’ to make quick work of me one of them dead tree’s in them woods near by. Don’t much happen ‘round these parts for me. No neighbors for miles and I grow all I need right chea on my land, only gotta make a trip to town ‘bout once a month. Built me a good size house and barn fo’ my animals, got a few chickens as well. I do damn well on my own and that’s how I likes it. 

  As I walk, gettin’ further down on my trail I noticed a horse tied to a tree a lil up yonder. As I got a bit closer, I found a man laying ‘gainst that same tree, hat covering his face, restin’ I reckon. But, I don’t take to kindly to folk trespassing on my land. So, I silently make my way cross the brush up to the restin’ fella. Fast as lightenin’ I brought my axe down to meet the side of his neck stopping short from cutting’ ‘em. Just as fast, I was met with the barrel of his Remington six-shooter. 

 “Who’s you and why is you in my woods.” I say real calm like. His other hand come up grabbing his hat placing it back on his head directly. He slowly turned his head toward me careful not to meet his neck with my blade. That’s when I got a view of his sharp jawline, perfect lips (not too full, not too thin), and the tip of his nose. Hm, look like he a handsome fella.

“I ain’t know’d nobody owned these here woods Ma’am I’s just passing through. Needed a rest thas all. I can be on my way.” That’s when he looked all the way up, I got a peak under that there hat, and I’ll be damned….

“You’s a lady!” I say. I wasn’t asking. I know a woman when I see one, and this one here  was one of the handsomest women I’d ever laid eyes on, it could take ya’ breath away. She looked at me, expression not changing. 

“Ma’am, I promise ion’t want no trouble. If you would lower ya blade, I could be on my way.”

“How ‘bout you lower dat gun first.”

“How ‘bout we do it together.”

“Fine by me.”

“A’right on three.” She say, gettin’ up real turtle like from her spot on the ground. “One.. two.. three”

We both put down our weapons and then fast brought ‘em back up. She looked at me and smirked. My stomach felt all fluttery. She put her gun down and I followed along wit my axe.

“What’chu doin’ out chea lookin’ like this gal” I say. Curious to know why she was out here masqueradin’ in men’s clothes.

“Just passin’ through ma’am. I’ll be on my way now.” I looked her up and down as she gathered her things to head out. Her clothes was covered in blood, she looked like she hadn’t rested in days. 

“Naw nie, you look like ya’ need some rest. That yo’ blood?”

“That ain’t yo’ bidness”

“Gon’ be my business if you want me to let ya’ rest here. It’s almost sundown and all this here my land. Where else ya gon’ go gal.”

She turned her head left and that’s when I saw the gash in her neck. I gasped.

“Somebody hurt you!”

“Don’t matter. They gone now” She say, mystery lying’ in her tone. Dat’ll be a story fo’ another time.

“Let me help ya.” I offer. “The sun gon go down in a few. I’s just gathering some wood so I can cook some dinner and light a fire to keep warm. My house just up yonder. You know these nights get freezing, and you look like you could use a hot meal. I got some water, apples, and some shelter for your horse too.”

She looked up into the sky and then back down at me with those eyes that was as deep as pools. Filled with stories. She nodded. 

“Well, lady I reckon I should know your name if you gon’ be my guest” I say.

“Mo. Mo Washington.” She say, with a tilt of her hat.

“Mo. I’m Y/n” I say with a nod.

“Nice to meet you Miss Y/n” She looked at me, sizing me up cautiously. 

“You ain’t gotta worry bout me lest you here to cause harm. You safe round here. Why don’t you help me gather up me some of this here wood and we can head on back.”

“Dat sound just fine Miss Y/n” Mo’ took off her jacket and threw it over her horses back, she rolls up her bloodied sleeves and takes the axe from my hands. 

“I’ll cut. You can load it on ol’ Blondie over there.” She pointed at her horse, and went to work. 

I watched her work. The veins protruding from her forearms as she gripped the axe and swung hitting the the stump she found with 

precision, easily breakin’ it down. She was strong, and I was intrigued. 

“What’s yo’ story? If you don’t mind me asking. How you end up here?” She brought the axe up and back down with a grunt, breaking the stump into another halve. I bit into my lip. My God.

“Once, I was set free, I decided to join the war. I watched them boys for awhile, and then I cut my hair bought a suit, walked on the base and picked up a uniform.” Grunt, slam. “Made enough money to get out and buy me a gold claim, so I can buy me and my people some land out this way. Ran into Tommy Walsh and his boys on the way to cash the claim, the coach crashed, ruined the claim.” Grunt, slam. “Long story short everybody dead and the good Lord saw fit to get me out alive, nie I’m tryna get far way from that place as possible.”

“You killed Tommy Walsh and his boys!?” My eyes wide as saucers. As a walked over gathering the wood she cut to stack on her horse back. She glanced over her shoulder at me. 

“Only cause I had to.” There them damn flutters again. 

“ Hm, So you’s a soldier. I ain’t never met no soldier gal befo’ “

“ We’ll I’m the only one I know of” she say walking up to me hand reachin’ out for a shake axe thrown over her shoulder. I reach and grab it, admiring how veiny and strong her hands are “So nice to meet ya.” She say, with a small smile. Our eyes met as we shook hands. The touch sent ‘lectricity through my body. Was it possible that I fancied this woman? The touch lingered a bit longer than normal. 

“Uh I-I reckon we got enough here. We should head back fo’ dark catch us.” I said letting go of her hand. She stepped back eyes still on me, she smirked a little before tying the wood to the horse and guiding Blondie towards my home as I led the way. 

The walk was silent as I walked beside her. I couldn’t help but to keep glancing’ her way. Lookin at the stride of her walk. All them cuts ‘n bruises and she still walked real smooth. This Mo smoother than any man I ever met. “You smell real pretty” I hear her soft voice break our silence. I smile. 

“I make my own soaps and butters out of some of the stuff I grow in my garden. I’ll let you choose some to wash with tonight. I know you’re dying for a good soak.”

Mo’ smiled and nodded, as we walk up to my home. I led her round back to the stables and gardens and got Blondie some apples, then led her over to the trough to tie her up so she could drink. Filling my witches pot with water to boil, I couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes borin’ a hole into my back.

“How a lil lady like you get all dis here? You got a husband?” Mo’ say walking up on my porch with me. I scoff a bit. 

“I’m surprised a strong woman like yo’self would aks a question like that. Another woman can’t be jus’ as strong as you?”

Mo’ smiled using one side of her mouth. Tilting her head to the side a bit, her hat adding that mystery to her. It was almost seductive. 

“I ain’t said all that gal, I’m sure you plenty strong. You sho’ll stacked up to be.” A hint of what I believed to be flirtatiousness in her voice. Couldn’t be. 

Thank the Lord fo’ my chocolate skin though, cause I’d be red as a tomato from blushin’. I turn ‘round and head in the house with her following behind me. I can hear her chuckle. 

“To answer yo’ question Soldier gal, I built all this here m’self. I sell my soaps and things, milk from my cow, vegetables from my garden, and I do a bit of sewin’, to pay for supplies, and I do pretty damn good.”

“You out here all by yo’ lonesome?” Her eyebrow raised. 

“Yup, I do a good job handlin’ m’self too” 

Mo laughed, I knew then I’d do anything to hear that sound come from her again. 

“Yea, I got a piece of that when you had yo’ axe up ‘gainst my neck.”

I raised a confident brow and headed to the kitchen. 

“Got yo’self a nice place here Miss”

“Thank ya’ very much.” I smile big with pride. We should get you cleaned up fo’ dinner. Come on here, I’ll show you to the Wash room. First let me let you pick something to wash with. And get you some clean clothes.” I take her to my room pullin’ out my collection of soaps, oils, and butters.

“Whatever you wanna use just take it”

“You say you sell these?”

“Yea”

“How much?”

“Don’t worry about that I’m giving it to ya’”

“I can’t take from yo’ livelihood” 

“ Chile! It’s only a few lil thangs I got plenty just take it!”

“Awright, awright gal, Shucks!”She went through smelling the soap, until she got to one I could see she took a liken’ to. “That one right there I make out of bergamot and lemon, it would suit you well.”

There goes that smile again. I could just die. 

“I’m sure your waters done. I’ll go get it.” I say.

“Naw, I’ll take care of it. You can gon’ get started on that dinner.” 

“All right. I’ll leave you be. I layed out something comfortable for you to wear for dinner.” 

I decided to change into my thin white house dress to be a bit mo’ comfortable. I head back to the kitchen. And put on my apron, and pull out my chicken from the icebox, I’d  got it all seasoned and let it marinade through out the day. Figured I’d make chicken, peas, and cornbread. I got my oven all started up and got the food going. Once I got my cornbread in the oven, I decided to go and check on my guest. I walked to the wash room and knocked. 

“You doin’ aight in there?”

“I’m fine.. actually I was wondering if you had shampoo.”

“It’s in there in that lil cabinet. I could get it for you if you don’t mind me bein’ in there.”

“It’s fine.”

Slowly opening the door and making my way in, I see her in all her glor, soakin’ in the tub eyes shut head lying back relaxed. I walk to the cabinet and grab the shampoo. 

“ You know uh, I-I could wash it fa’ ya. You been through a lot gettin’ this far. I’m sure you could use a lil pamperin’. ” 

Mo opened her eyes, turning’ towards me lookin’ me directly in the eyes, she nods slowly. I move toward her, nealing at the side of the tub, grabbing my water cup to dip into the water and pour into her hair. I add the shampoo and began to massage it into her scalp. A deep groan come from Mo’s throat, she closed her eyes and sank deeper into the water. I smile and continue to lather rinse and repeat as I hum her a song. 

“Ain’t nobody handled me this gently since I’s a baby I reckon”

I smiled. And reached out a hand in front of her as I finished washing her hair. 

“ Here, let me get that sponge imma get ya back fa’ ya’”

Mo handed me the sponge and sat up. Surprisingly, she had a beautifully smooth back. I started washin’ her and she moaned meltin’ into my touch. The more sounds of approval I got the more it felt like an honor to cater to this here soldier gal. And I knew then, I did indeed fancy her. I wanted her more than I wanted to breathe right now.  

  I brought the sponge up from her back round her shoulders allowing her to sit back in the tub again. She leaned back and our heads were so close that I know she could feel my breath ticklin’ her ear. I held the sponge ‘gainst her upper chest and began to scrub. She brought her hand up to stop me and we locked eyes. Her eyes were filled with a confused type of desire, as our faces grew closer. I had to admit I was feeling the same. My head was confused but the throbbin at my core felt very sure. Our lips grew closer touching in the most gentle of kisses. Sendin my head swirling. I pulled back breakin’ away from those lips that were slightly rough, but in the most beautiful way.

“I’m sorry… I should go f-finish cookin” I say rushin out the do’.  What in the world was that?  I think as I start to fry my chicken.

A little later she come in the kitchen, dressed in  a fresh button up and some more twead slacks that I’d sewn to sell, smelling like fresh bergamot and her Afro damp and picked out, parted in the right side. My heart stuttered, as she sat down at the table, chair turned to face me. I pulled the cornbread from the oven. And feeling eyes on my backside I had to break the tension. 

“You like what you see soldier gal?” 

I turned to look at her, and she looked caught. Sitting man spread, leaned back in the chair hands restin cooly on her stomach, bottom lip trapped inbetween her teeth. Her eyes shot up to meet mine. 

“I I I’m uh sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked” I say, wiping my hands on my apron and walking towards her. A sudden burst of bravery hit me, I stopped right in front of her, her knees touching my shins. 

She shook her head to both sides absentmindedly. 

“I-it ain’t natural.” She says

“That ain’t what I asked neither. It ain’t nobody but me and you here, and I’m askin you, Do you. Like. What you see?” I ask bending over the chair holdin on to the seat of chair next to her thighs so I could be face to face with her. Her eyes locked on mine, and she nodded.

“Y-yea yea I reckon I do.”

“Is it comin’ natural to ya’? To like lookin’ at me?”

“I reckon so” she say breathin’ pickin’ up.

“Well that right there sound natural to me” I stood, leaving’ her breathless wantin’ mo’. I turned to go fix her plate. Putting a little extra somethin’ in my walk to give her a show. I could hear her let out a long sigh behind me. I fixed our plates and sat them down at the table, sitting next to her. 

“Eat up” 

“Look good” She say’s, but when I look up I see she’s looking at me. I bit my lip and  turned toward her. Reckoning’ she wasn’t hungry fo’ no food at the moment.

“When you lookin’ at me like that. What you thinkin?”

“I ain’t thinkin’ as much as I’m feelin’. “

“Well what you feelin’?” Her eyes lower in an undeniable lust, and her voice is lower than i remember when she speaks next. 

“Like I wanna kiss you, and I wanna feel you pretty lady. You gon’ let me do that?” She ask, leanin’ forward elbow on the table. 

I stand again. This time making my way over to her, I push her back in her seat, hiking up my dress I make myself comfortable with both legs on either side of her lap. 

“Do it please, kiss me, touch me. You can do whatever you want with me soldier gal”

She hungrily leaned in and connected our lips. Her hands gripped my waist as my arms snaked around her neck and I started to roll my body into her lap. Her hands lowered from my waist down to my backside givin’ it rough squeeze. She pulled away from the kiss, shocked. 

“You ain’t got on no drawers!?” She whisper yelled. I laughed heartily.

“I’on like wearing’ em round the house.” 

She growled low in her throat, and next thing I know I was being picked up and placed onto the table. Plates pushed to the side. Mo’ crawled on top of the table between my legs wrestlin’ with her shirt. I reached down helpin her untuck her shirt and I clumsily unbuttoned her pants as she got her shirt unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Our lips connected again with her pressing her body into mine slowly grinding into me. I moan into her mouth reaching under her form fitting tank she still had on, touching the smooth skin of her firm stomach. 

“I ain’t never done this befo’” she manages to say between kisses. I pulled away and looked into her eyes. 

“Me neither, but it’s natural right. So we’ll just listen to our bodies. Do what they tell us to right?”

“Right.”

She leaned in, kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, my chin, down to my neck. She took her time there. Sliding the straps of my gown down my arms revealing my breast. She looked down at them licking her lips. She went down further attaching her lips to my left breast while palming the other. 

“Ah! Mo” her name comes out as a sigh on my lips. She moans at my taste, bringing her tounge out flicking it over my nipple before reattachin herself suckin a bit harder. She moves on from that one showin the other some attention too. Then she squeezes them together burying her face into my breast. Kissing, licking, sucking, moaning like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. I could feel my core leaking, waiting for her touch as she gave my body some much needed attention. She made her way down my body until she pulled my dress up making it bunch up at my center. 

She opened my legs groaning at the sight of my flower. She began to kiss her way down my thighs. I threw my head back eyes clenched shut in anticipation. Then I felt her hand touch where I craved her most. My breath hitched.

“ My God… it’s so wet” she placed her thumb on my pearl, Stroking up, down, circle, circle. Up, down, circle, circle. She repeated the pattern. 

“Ooooh Mo Babyyy! Y-you makin my body feel so goood!

“You smell so good Miss Y/n, I wanna taste you, can I put my mouth on you?”

“YES! Oh God please yes!” My breathing picked up, as she lowered herself down on me. I moaned softly as she placed a gentle kiss on my lady parts. Then another, and another. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and began licking long slow strips through my folds. It felt like my soul had left my body and was somewhere in another universe. I thought that was as good as it could get until Mo’ wrapped her lips around my pearl and began to suck. My eyes snapped open, my body lurched forward, mouth droppin open into the shape of in O, and my arms came down behind me to hold my body steady. 

I watched her work. Strong hands gripping my thighs, face buried between them, eating me like I’s the best meal she ever had. “Mo’ I-I Oooooo”. Words betrayed me as my body shook from the pleasure I was recieving. I began to roll my hips into her face, head dropping back as I brought my hand up to grip her freshly washed hair. Apparently, this drove her crazy, because both of her arms wrapped themselves tightly around my thighs and before I knew it I was being lifted into the air and carried to the nearest wall. She pressed me up against the wall as I sat on her shoulders as she devoured me from what felt like the inside out. I was going crazy. She brought a finger to my entrance and started to thrust it inside me. 

“Gyat Damnit Soldier Gal! I-I f-feel like I’m gonna explode! I can’t take nomore! Please!”

She took her mouth off only for a moment.

“ Yes you can. You can do it You strong pretty lady. Take it. I’m not done tasting you.”

“ AHHHH! Mo somethings happenin’ Don’t Stop!!! ” I scream as a warmth radiated throughout my entire body. I felt something snap inside my belly and then I was gripping the back of her head with one hand and the other shot to the ceiling. My hips bucked into her face and my back arched. My body was trembling overwhelmed by this new sensation, tears began to stream down my face. I had never felt anything like that befo’. 

Mo, stayed down there and licked up every drop, then gently lowered me down, wrapping my legs around her waist.

“You alright pretty lady?” I looked at Mo with stars in my eyes, speechless. Still slightly jerking coming down from my high, causing Mo  to chuckle a bit. “Talk to me little lady”. 

I grabbed both sides of her face kissing her passionately. “I wanna make you feel good too, you been doing all that fightin’ and killin’, you deserve to somethin’ pleasurable.”

“You gon’ do that for me?” She bit her lip and raised a brow.

“Take me to the room and I’ll show you.”

Mo’ smiled and ran to the room with me in her arms. Once we reached the room, I wiggle out of her arms and push her backward until we reached the bed. I push her back onto the bed and pull off her tank, allowin her to pull down her pants and underwear. She now lay underneath me completely naked and all I wanted to do was take care of her. 

I hover over her looking her deep in the eyes. Takin in all her scars. They somehow made her more beautiful. Knowin all she had been through and here she was trustin’ me with her body, Layin bare. I couldn’t possibly let her down. I kissed her neck right above the healin scar, and the other side against the one already healed. I moved down to her breast takin my time there. Her back arched as she brought her hands up to the back of my neck holding me up against her breast as though she was feeding me, and I sucked her slight but pretty breast like I’d been starving’ for years. 

I left a trail of kisses down her belly making my way to her pretty little womanhood. In between strong toned chocalate thighs that glistened with her need for me. I placed two fingers against her folds. Swiping up, seeing her wetness coat my fingers. I hummed, looking up I met the eyes of the Soldier Gal, and proceeded to press a kiss against her bud. She let out a hissing sound, the arch in her back getting deeper as she threw her head back. I followed her lead doing what I’d felt her do to me. 

“My my pretty lady” She moaned with that enchanting voice of hers, as I stuck my tongue inside her entrance moving it in and out. I brought my hand to her pearl and rubbed circles as I continued to bask in her taste. 

“Oh right there! Please make me feel good!” She screamed grounding her heat into my face , that’s when something came to me. I pulled away suddenly earning a disappointed huff from Mo.

“It was feeling so good! Why’d you stop?”

“I w-want to try something. Uh, I want to feel you up against me”

“Huh? I ain’t no man I don’t think we gon feel nothing.”

“Let’s just try it hm?” She nods her head. I began to position myself over top of her. Throwing a leg over hers, then reaching down to spread open her lips, I lowered myself down onto her and both of us moaned out. Our eyes connected and we both smiled as I began to move my hips ‘gainst her. Her hands shot up to my hips holding me as she moved under me. We let out a simultaneous “Ooohhh!”. 

“Oh goodness, Pretty lady t-this here feel too good!”

“Mhm!” Is all I could manage in response as I speed up the pace reaching down to pinch and play with her nipples. She groaned as her eyes closed and her breathing picked up and her head began to thrash side to side. 

“Uuuhhhnnn!! I think I’m bout to explode!”

“Yes soldier gal that’s it! Let it take over you! We gon’ explode together! “

“Y-you feel s-so good ‘gainst me p-pretty lady!”

She say in a blissed out whimper. I bend down, our bodies still moving together, and took hold of her lips again. 

“ Let it go fo’ me Mo, I’m goin’ with ya’” I moan before grabbing’ her breast and placing my lips against hers again. That’s when I felt the damn break. Mo’ started to tremble underneath me her mouth opened against mine, as she let out the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, followed by “Shhiiitt! shit, shit, shit!” 

I felt her liquid gushing from her womanhood and that quickly brought me over the edge as well. My hips stuttered against hers. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held me real tight. Our mouths sitting open against eachothers swallowing the moans, my hands tangled in her Afro. Our bodies still moved against eachothers, in a trembling slow whine as we road out our highs together until we came down.

We both lay tangled together, quietly collectin’ our breath. She broke the silence.

“Miss y/n,… I wanna do that again.”

I looked up at her and couldn’t help but giggle at the smirk against her face. I kissed her lips. 

“That was a hell of a welcome home huh Soldier Gal.”

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A/N: Y’all so Mo dragging them big ass men y’all know she can scoop you up. Lol I hope y’all enjoyed, and don’t worry Shame pt. 5 is coming!