part one • annie x fem oc
summary: suga’ sees annie at a local juke in town and comes to talk to her, havin’ been pining after her for quite a while. annie had been turning down suga’s advances until she finally gave in.
cw: alcohol, use of the nword (i’m black y’all)
a/n: first time writing anything on tumblr. i’m usually over on wattpad churning out taraji x fantasia, but i needed to see some love for annie. (also i’m from mississippi so sinners hit home for me :3)
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Annie had a long day of filling orders, conjuring spirits, and settling unruly souls, hoping that her day could wind down with a little tune drifting through the horn of her phonograph and a glass of cherry wine she made from last years spring harvest. Her dreams were soon to leave as Mary dragged her out of her home, touting how she should get out—“live a little.”
Life has been stagnant since Smoke had ran off with his brother. She worked. Tended to her home. Sought after her garden and the few chickens she had running ‘round the yard. But things were stagnant.
“Come on, girl,” Mary shouted, rummaging through Annie’s armoire to find that little black dress every woman kept away for a special occasion. “We gon’ get you some tonight!”
“Get me some from where,” Annie huffed, throwing her body against the cushion of her bed. Her head cocked to the side as Mary quickly moved on to a jewelry box Annie had been passed down from her grandmother.
“Charlie’s juke s’posed to be hot tonight,” Mary sing-songed. She swayed dreamily in her silk white dress.
“Charlie patrons ain’t nothing but grimy men that don’ been in the fields all day,” she rolled her eyes.
“Girl, put this on,” Mary demanded by throwing the black dress Annie’s way. It was simple. A plunging neckline. Slit up the left side to show off her thick thighs. “I heard yo’ woman gonna be there.” Mary knew what she was doing by teasing Annie.
She chuckled, earning a look of reproach from the other woman.
Annie dressed, slightly more willing to now. Suga’ had been trying to get under her skin for a long while now. Bringing Annie small gifts and treats. Offering to fix up things around her li’l shack.
But Annie couldn’t make up her mind ‘bout what she wanted. Her body craved connection, but she was fearful of giving in to someone again.
Smoke had done a number on her heart somethin’ fierce.
“Suga’ want to be your woman,” Mary laughs, helping Annie adjust the straps of her dress as she put on her jewelry. “I think you should let her be.”
A knowing silence settled over the pair, full of a hundred memories and long-lived pasts. They stared ahead in Annie’s vanity mirror, understanding each more than anyone else could.
“Them SmokeStack Twins’ll make it hard for you to see any worth in anyone else,” Mary started, “make it hard for you to see any worth in yourself.”
Mary moved away, and Annie nervously fiddled with the necklace around her neck.
“Let’s just have fun tonight, yes?” Mary encouraged. “No expectations. No men. No sad thoughts. Just good times, good music, and good moonshine.”
Mary’s energy livened, and being the infectious person she was, it immediately rubbed off on Annie as a smile shown on her face.
Annie and Mary walked into Charlie’s juke—an old run down, one room shack on the edge of an even smaller pond. Blood-sucking mosquitoes swarmed viciously, and the humid Mississippi summer air dampened their skin.
But they strode into that juke like they owned the place.
Annie could feel eyes dancing around her body, greedily taking in her exposed chest and creamy skin.
Not many people had actually attempted to scoop either of them up since the twins left, scared the two would return and hear tales of them fornicating with their women. But that didn’t stop men’s eyes from roaming and minds from dreaming about sex-filled nights under moonlight they’d never get to have.
Suga’ never seemed scared or threatened by the possibility of Smoke returning. She was a strong woman. A capable woman. A woman who knew what she wanted.
From the moment the two had walked in, Suga’ gawked at the dress that clung to Annie’s form.
She had only seen the woman in more day-wear clothes and the occasional night gown when Suga’ would stop by late to bring Annie the collards, dandelion root, or delta clay she had gotten when out in the fields that day.
The black dress was a welcomed change from what she knew Annie as, but she adored the woman in all her forms.
“You gon’ play or not nigga,” Charlie shouted, pulling Suga’ from her reverie and back to the card game happening in front of her. She sat amongst a rounded table of men—the only woman there and taking every li’l bit of their money.
Seeing Annie convinced Suga’ that she had a lucky charm, betting everything she had won so far on that last round of the card game.
“You a plum fool if you think you finna get all that money back,” the table laughed at her, but she just sat back, drinking Annie in as she watched her dance to the slow blues playing.
“I know what doin’,” she assured them with a challenging gaze. They each went around the table showing their cards one after the other. Disappointment washing over them. When it got to her, Suga’ flushed out her hand, laughing loudly when saddened and angry looks settled on the faces of the men around her.
Suga’ stood up, politely collected her winnings and turned towards the dance floor, attempting to find the woman that consumed her thoughts day and night.
“You’re lookin’ mighty pretty t’night, Honey,” Suga’ purred into Annie’s ear as she stood behind her. Annie had been talking to a group of her friends, but when she heard that affectionate pet name and smooth sounding voice, her breath hitched and speech stopped.
Her friends laughed—Mary loudest of all—and they each greeted Suga’ with batted eyelashes and waving fingertips.
Suga’ was quick to return a kind nod before shifting her attention back to the woman before her.
Annie turned around, head tilting to look Suga’ in the eyes. But as she did, her nerves overtook her, causing her to face her eyes to the side before looking back again.
A smirk played at the corner of Suga’s lips.
Annie wore one that matched.
“You clean up pretty well ya’self, Sug’,” Annie announced. “Didn’t think too much of you with them dirt-covered hands and clothes.”
Annie knew she was lying. She loved knowing Suga’ worked hard. That she knew her way around the outdoors.
“Oh, quit playin’, woman,” Suga’ laughed, placing a warm hand on Annie’s hip, leaning into her ear with heavy breath. “You and I both know you can’t keep yo’ eyes off me. Even when I’m mud-covered.”
Warmth made its way to Annie’s cheeks and she just hoped that Suga’ won’t call out the way her body is reacting to her, but one thing she can always count on is her friends to make a fool of her.
“Oop- You got my girl bashful, Suga’,” one of them harped, clapping her hands like she’s watching a motion picture.
“Can y’all please,” Annie begged, turning to them with an embarrassed expression.
“Fine, fine,” Mary led the women away, but not before delivering a message Suga’s way. “Make sure you take care of her, ya’ here?”
“No need to worry about that,” Suga’ assured, hands still toying with the fabric on the sides of her hips. Eyes gazing longingly into Annie’s eyes. “She’ll be well taken care of.”
Shivers went down Annie’s spine as she let Suga’ control the situation. She was never a person to let others speak for or around her, but Sug’ was different.
Suga’ guided her and Annie to the bar, sitting in quiet as Annie didn’t know what to say and Suga’ wanted to know how long it would take for the other woman to speak up. They sat on barstools, facing each other with affectionate and wondering eyes.
“You’re interesting,” Suga’ spoke finally, sipping on her glass of moonshine.
Annie snapped her head back a little, eyes wide but mouth still closed. She wanted to ask her what she meant, but she didn’t trust herself enough not to ask her to wreck her body.
In front of her was someone she knew would do so willingly.
With the help of the clear alcohol nestled in her hand, Annie was tingling all over. Body damn near screaming to be taken care of. Every word that poured out of Suga’s mouth added to her dazed mind. She wanted her, and she didn’t know what to do with herself.
Suga’ chuckled melodically at Annie’s hushed demeanor and her inner turmoil. She decided to answer the question written all over her face.
“Sometimes you challenge me. Say all type ‘a things. Try to jab at me. Other times, you get real quiet like this. What be goin’ on in that pretty head of yours?”
Annie didn’t know what to do with Suga’s assessment of her. Suga’ made her question herself and her past. Smoke was her first everything—the person she thought would save her over and over again. But somewhere along the way, she realized she’d have to get over that and start saving herself.
With how stagnant her life has been, she ain’t really had the chance to think about life outside of the quiet bubble she formed around her li’l home.
Suga’ was a new addition to her life after years of running behind a man who knew nothing but creating havoc.
Suga’, in contrast to him, was stable.
And while Smoke has been some of those things at one point in time, he had left a sour note in Annie’s mouth.
So to answer her question, half the time Annie couldn’t decipher what was going on in her head, so she just said that out loud.
“I don’t even know,” Annie spoke quietly, nursing her glass to avoid the other woman’s eyes. “Sometimes I think it’s just hard for me to give in.”
Suga’ relaxed at her confession, finding understanding there. Of course she knew Annie had a thing for her back. She wouldn’t have pursued her so hard if she thought otherwise, but this was the first time they’d be having a real conversation.
“I don’t ever wanna make things harder for you,” Suga’ began, placing a hand over Annie’s that sat on the top of her thigh. “I just wanna hold you, Honey. Kiss you. Make you feel good. Cook you breakfast in the morning. Bring you things home from work. Run yo’ bath water. Make yo’ life easier. Bit by bit.”
Annie peered into her eyes to find nothing but honesty there. Tears prickled in her eyes.
“Ain’t nobody ever tried to court me as genuinely as you have,” Annie cheesed, wiping her cheek.
Suga’ looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.
“I hope you get used to it,” she smiled brightly, “‘cause I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til you mine. And even then, I’m gon’ treat you the way you deserve m.”
Suga’s fingers wandered to the edge of Annie’s dress that was rising up on her thighs. Annie’s hands played with the watch and rings the other woman wore. They were in their own little world.
Sweet words on their tongues.
Heat building up in the air between them.
Annie watched as a bead of sweat fell down the side of Suga’s neck, sinking into the soft spot at the bottom of her throat and gliding across her collarbone. It mesmerized the woman as she had never seen anyone’s body glisten the way Suga’s did.
As music churned in the background, Annie found herself fighting to reach out and touch that soft spot at the bottom of her throat. But she couldn’t give in.
Suga’ had the same problem. Not wanting to scandalized the room they were in by placing heavy hands on the woman facing her. But her fingers twitched, attempting to make their way underneath the black fabric.
Annie’s skin was a delicious brown.
The color of coffee on Sunday mornings spent sitting on the front porch.
The color of cool delta clay, putty in Suga’s hands as she works it diligently.
Their eyes danced about each other, urging the other to give in to the temptation. After a while, Annie finally did so, placing a finger under Suga’s chin, forcing her eyes up.
“Wanna get outta here, Sug’” Annie asked.
She nudged her head towards the door smirking at the quickening of Suga’s heart rate.
Suga’ glanced around the room, a soft smile causing her cheek to dimple.
She leaned over in her stool, grabbing Annie’s hips that were seated in her own stool.
“Go say bye to yo’ peoples,” Suga’ demanded, kissing the side of Annie’s neck. That caused the woman’s breathing to stop for just a short second, but Suga’ picked up on everything that had to do with Annie. She left another kiss on her collarbone. This time a small whine erupted from Annie’s lips, but she couldn’t revel in it long as Suga’ stood up, helping Annie down from her stool.
“I’ll be at the door waitin’ for ya’,” she breathed, brushing a hand along the top of Annie’s ass as she went out in search of Mary to say her goodbyes.
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