once again

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since I'm finally done with her career beginning and writing about that now it's time to get to the actual fanfic anyway)

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Compton California March 26 1989.

By the time the sun dipped low, Korina was done. Like, mentally packed her shit and checked out.

She lit a blunt, threw on some chill mysuc in her headphones, and started walking. Didn't know where she was headed-she just needed to be the fuck away from everybody and everything.

That's when she heard it, that voice she'd recognize even in a damn coma.

"Ay, yo, ain't that Korina walkin' like she just beat somebody's ass?"

She rolled her eyes without even turning. "Go the fuck home, Eazy."

Eazy-E jogged up beside her like he wasn't on thin fuckin' ice. That signature grin on his face-the same cocky-ass smirk that made women drop panties or swing fists, depending on the day.

"Damn, ma, who pissed in your Cheerios?"

"Don't test me today. I swear to God," she muttered, blowing out smoke without missing a step.

He laughed like that was the answer he wanted. "Shit, you got that 'I'm two seconds away from catching a charge' walk. What happened?"

"Everything. Life happened. People are stupid. Work is stupid. My fuckin' life is stupid." She paused. "And your voice ain't helpin'."

"Damn," he said, holding his chest like she stabbed him. "That's cold."

She looked at him sideways, but there was a faint smirk on her lips. Eazy always had that effect-annoying as fuck but funny when you least expected it.

"Aight, aight," he said. "Lemme fix your day. I'ma take you out."

She dead-stopped and turned. "Boy, don't you start."

He shrugged, walking backward in front of her. "What? You look like you need to blow off some steam. I'm tryna bless you."

"You promised to take me somewhere once, remember that? Said 'I got you, Korina, swear on my mama.' Then your dumbass no-showed and I ended up high as fuck at Amber's crib, watchin' alien documentaries with her weirdo cousin who kept sayin' the government cloned Tupac."

He burst out laughing. "Yo, I remember that! You called me talkin' 'bout 'the aliens in my popcorn, Eazy!' I thought you was gone for real."

"I was gone, dumbass. You left me stranded."

He wiped a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. "Damn, that was a classic night."

She shook her head, but she was laughing too now. "Classic my ass. I was stuck in the Twilight Zone 'cause you was dealin' with your crazy-ass ex."

He groaned. "Man, don't even say her name. Tracy got me duckin' in public like I owe her money. I don't even fuck with her no more."

"You said that last time. Then I saw y'all fightin' in front of 7-Eleven .

"That don't count. She popped up! I told her we was done. I told her I'm tryna be on my grown-man shit now."

Korina gave him the longest side-eye in history. "Oh yeah? So now you mature?"

"Hell yeah. I done leveled up, baby," he said, doing that little two-step he always did when he thought he was being charming. "Let me take you out for real this time. Just you and me. No bullshit."

She snorted. "You just tryin' to fill the Tracy void. I ain't your rebound."

"Ain't no rebound shit. This is me tryna treat you like you deserve, aight? You act like I don't see you."

That caught her off guard. She looked at him. Like, really looked.

Eazy wasn't the type to get deep. He was a clown, a flirt, a troublemaker. But for a second, he looked serious.

"Alright," she said slowly. "But I don't do that extra romantic movie shit. No big-ass teddy bears or lame ass roses from the gas station. Don't go writin' poems and shit."

He raised an eyebrow. "Damn, who hurt you?"

"Everybody."

He laughed again, shaking his head. "Alright, how 'bout this. No restaurants, no red carpet, no flash mob with matching jackets. Just... me and you. At the crib. Vibes. You pick the movie. I get the food."

She narrowed her eyes. "You gonna show up this time?"

"Swear on my mama. ."

"Oof. That's serious."

"Deadass."

She thought about it for a second. "Aight. But I swear, if you try some slick shit, I'm pourin' sauce in your eyes."

He grinned. "Damn, that's how you flirt? No wonder I like you."

"Shut the fuck up."

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Korina wasn't expecting anyone.

She was in her oversized tee and shorts, hair twisted up, barefoot, TV murmuring low in the background. It had been a long-ass day. One of them days where nothing went right-her check was late, her cousin had run her damn mouth again, and the dude at the corner store had the nerve to be rude like she wouldn't cuss him the fuck out.

So when that knock came at the door, she damn near rolled her eyes into the back of her head.

"Who the fuck...?"

She opened it halfway, just enough to say "What?"-and there he was.

Eazy, standing there with a smirk and a handful of flowers.

She blinked. "You serious?"

"What, I can't bring a girl some damn flowers?" he said, holding them up like proof. "Ain't even stole 'em either."

"You showed up... with flowers?" Her tone was somewhere between surprised and suspicious. "What, you tryin' to be cute now?"

He shrugged. "I am cute."

She rolled her eyes but opened the door all the way. "Don't get comfortable. You still on thin fuckin' ice."

"Oh shit, I just got here!" he said, stepping in. "You already on my ass?"

"Cuz you ghosted me last time, remember that?" she snapped, folding her arms. "Promised to take me out, then dipped. And I ended up high as fuck in my own crib watching Top gun cryin' over nothin'. You got me lookin' crazy."

He shut the door behind him, sighing. "Damn. We still on that?"

"We always gon' be on that," she said, snatching the flowers from his hand and dropping them on the counter. "You don't get to pop up and act like shit sweet."

"Korina," he said, stepping closer. "It was one time."

"One too many times."

He paused, letting the silence sit.

Then he smirked. "You done?"

She glared. "Are you?"

He licked his lips, tilted his head. "You gon' let me make it up to you or you gon' keep barkin' all night?"

Her jaw dropped. "Oh hell no-"

"Nah, nah, I'm playin'," he said, laughing. "Damn, girl. Relax."

"You always talk slick then wanna backpedal."

"Because you cute when you mad. Don't front."

She turned around, hiding the little smirk she hated herself for.

"You got five minutes before I kick your ass out."

"I only need two," he muttered under his breath with a grin.

"What?"

"Nothin'," he said, flopping onto her couch like he paid rent. "Damn, it smells good in here. What you got burnin'? That vanilla shit?"

She grabbed a throw pillow and hit him upside the head. "Don't get too comfortable."

But she sat down too. On the other end of the couch.

They talked. Argued a little more. Then laughed. Then argued again. But somewhere in between, the tension changed. It crept in.

Her knees brushed his. His hand accidentally rested near her thigh. She didn't move it.

Her voice softened. His eyes lingered.

And when she got up to grab a drink and came back, he was watching her like she was the last damn thing on Earth worth lookin' at.

"Why you lookin' at me like that?" she asked, half-annoyed, half-aware.

He shrugged. "Cuz you bad as fuck. Always been."

She sank back down beside him, ignoring the way her stomach flipped.

"I ain't tryna play with you, E," she warned. "I told you I ain't with that fake date shit. You only pull up like this when you lonely."

"That's not true."

"It is."

He leaned closer, eyes heavy-lidded, voice low. "I pulled up because I couldn't stop thinkin' about you. Because I wanted to see you. And yeah... maybe I want you to let me in."

She hated how much that got to her.

Hated how warm his voice sounded when he wasn't being a dick.

Hated how fine he looked in the dim light, chain glinting, skin smooth, eyes dark and patient.

The movie was playing, but Korina wasn't paying attention anymore. She could feel the way Eazy had shifted closer-like the air between them was pulling tight. Her heartbeat had slowed down, thick in her chest, each breath a little heavier than the last.

He hadn't said shit in the past few minutes. But he didn't have to.

His arm was resting behind her, fingertips brushing against the nape of her neck like he was testing if she'd pull away.

She didn't.

"You good?" he asked, voice low, not even pretending to hide the edge in his tone. Like he already knew what the fuck was happening.

"Yeah," she murmured. "I'm straight."

He nodded once. Then slid his hand down, fingertips grazing her collarbone, slow, careful-like he was memorizing the curve of her body through touch.

She turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes. There was nothing playful there anymore. Just heat. Want. A tension that'd been brewing between them for years.

His lips found hers again-deeper this time. Hungrier. Like he'd been waiting to kiss her right. She met him halfway, hands finding the edge of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. It wasn't rushed. It was slow. Controlled. Like neither of them wanted to break it, but both of them knew how dangerous it was.

He tugged her closer, sliding her into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands found her waist. Then her hips. Then up, under her tank top, palm dragging against bare skin.

Her body responded first-arching into him, letting him feel just how much she wanted him.

"Fuck," he whispered against her mouth. "You don't know what you're doin' to me right now."

"I know," she breathed, tilting her head back as his mouth moved to her neck, sucking slow at the skin just below her ear. Her thighs locked around his hips. His hands were roaming now, gripping her tighter, pulling her flush against him. She felt him-hard, thick, pressed right against where she was pulsing.

His voice dropped, rough. "I want you. Been wantin' you."

The words cracked something open in her.

Her hands slid under his shirt, over his abs, nails lightly grazing-testing how far he'd let her go. His breath hitched. His hips jerked forward, grinding against her just once, but it sent heat ripping through her whole damn body.

She rolled her hips against him, once-slow, deliberate.

And then again.

Eazy's mouth fell open against her shoulder, his voice shaky. "Shit, baby... you sure you want me to stop?"

She didn't answer right away.

Because no, she didn't want him to stop.

But she also knew this wasn't about just fuckin'. Not really.

She cupped his jaw, tilted his face up to hers. His eyes were dark, blown wide, pupils swallowing the brown. He looked ready for her. And that scared the shit out of her.

She held his face there, breathing him in, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I can't."

He blinked, like the words didn't register.

"I want to... but I can't. Not like this."

His jaw tensed. He didn't say anything, but he didn't push her either.

She pulled back slowly, climbing off his lap, adjusting her tank top. Her skin still burned everywhere he touched. Her thighs were still trembling. Her heart was still thumping like a warning bell.

Eazy ran a hand down his face, sat forward, elbows on his knees. He exhaled hard.

"You serious?"

She nodded, hugging herself. "Yeah."

He stood up, didn't reach for her again. Just watched her, like he was trying to figure out what just happened.

"You always pull away when it gets real," he said quietly.

She swallowed. "I just need it to mean something."

"It does."

"Not just for tonight."

He looked at her like he wanted to say more. But he didn't.

He grabbed his jacket off the couch. Walked to the door. Paused.

"I ain't mad," he said, glancing back at her. "But you gonna have to figure out what the fuck you want soon. 'Cause I can't keep waitin' on you to let yourself feel shit."

And then he was gone.

Door clicked shut.

She stood there, heart in her throat. Everything about the room felt too quiet now. Her body still ached for him. Her skin still carried his touch.

She sank into the couch, covering her face with both hands, breath catching.

What the fuck was she doing?

Because truth was-he was right.

She was scared.

And she had no idea what would happen if she finally let him in.

At this point she didn't know if she was willing to go back when they were just friends with benefits or if she's read for a real relationship