The Story of Us

Gonna Love Me

A fic inspired by Teyanna Taylor's song of the same name. 

Warnings: None, alludes to smut. 

Tensity set in the room as another argument plagued the once perfect atmosphere. The honeymoon phase was officially over and the King and Queen were at odds. Disagreements over mundane things became common to the couple who were intensely in love with one another.

"I have a job to do, as do you! I cannot spend my times bending to your every whim Maya." The King spat as he paced back and forth in front of their bed.

Maya rolled her eyes, "All I ask is that you spend some time with me. We haven't had alone time or an intimate moment in weeks!" The Queen felt her temperature rise and her mouth was near the point of a double-edged sword. She tried to keep herself calm as she sat with her legs crossed on the plush bed, watching him walk a hole in the floor.

Communication and quality time became scarce and was causing a bit of a riff in the solid foundation they built years ago. The couple had once spent nearly every waking moment together after marriage; mornings spent showering together, breakfasts feeding each other as she sat in his lap, sexscapeds in his office or hers, lunch dates, and more were all cut.

While she truly understood what it took to run the world's most advanced country at her husband's side, she didn't think that the workload would completely separate them. The two would barely pass each other in the hallway as he was pulled in one hundred different directions as was she. And they would both be too tired to even attempt to make love at the end of the day.

For a couple who had intimate moments nearly three times a day, every day, this was hard. While T'Challa was better at suppressing his emotions about the situation, Maya couldn't let it go. She missed his touch and tender kisses but could never seem to get them. Bringing it up to him would do neither one of them any good. While he agreed, he always threw "working" in her face, indicating to her that his job was more important than her.

Tonight was the 5th time she brought it up, but her plan was different. The master suite was decorated with scented candles and roses to mark her attempt at a moment of intimacy with the love of her life. It was quickly foiled by him coming in the room with a pissy attitude, grunting at her efforts. Scanning her body over, he groaned and took a detour to the shower and ignored her.

Heartbroken and holding back tears, that began the very moment they were in now.

"I just want to spend time with you and you act like you are repulsed by the idea of that." She got up off the bed and angrily blew out the candles. "You are a fucking asshole."

"Bet that as it may, I am an asshole who is tired. It is not my fault you have terrible timing. I just want to sleep."

"And I want to spend time with my husband!" Storming up to him, she looked up at the handsome man who was growing more agitated. "What is your problem?"

T'Challa clenched his jaw and looked down at her, "Maya, please move."

"No! You self-absorbed dickwad," Insults began spewing out her mouth as her anger bubbled over.

"Are you done?" Attempting to shuffle away from her, she moved in his way. "You are so annoying, woman! Shit, I cannot be up your ass 24, 7!"

"No one said you had to be! I just want to spend time with you! Is that too much to ask? I mean shit, you act like as if an hour with me would kill you. You can't be that damned tired."