ℂℍ𝔸ℕℂ𝔼- A Black Panther AE

Trouble (smut prelude)

"And are we getting into any trouble tonight, Miss Kenyan Heiress?"
"Depends on how fast we finish this mission."

Nakia dabbed the blood off her lip, making squiggly stains on her fresh, white napkin.

There were several cuts all over her body from shards of broken glass, but she was otherwise unharmed from their successful mission. A glass of unfinished mead stood on her dressing table, amid a scattered assortment of notebooks, candles, bandages, and lip balm: it was meant to be celebratory, but mead was not what Nakia needed tonight.

She slinked into her bed, careful not to let her uncovered cuts rub the wrong way against the sheets. She needed peace. She needed something to help her sort out her thoughts. She could pray, but she wanted someone to do it with.

Like an answer, a knock rapped at the door:

"NaNa?"

Hearing her nickname in that voice tugged the corners of her mouth upwards.

"Come in... Kumkani." She croaked, using her voice for the first time in about an hour.

With a click, T'Challa turned the handle and slid into her temporary quarters, closing the door behind him.

"Is this how you greet your King?" He teasingly admonished, taking off his shoes. Nakia lifted her head to see him approaching the foot of her bed, biting his cheek, and trying to prevent the grin that was forming on his face. He was dressed down for now, in a purple dashiki and an ankle-length wraparound skirt of humble brown hues; looking like any other Wakandan... any other Wakandan who was as fine as him.

"Hmm? You want flowers, Kumkani wam?" she sassed back. "we'll all start throwing flowers whenever you enter a room."

He gave up and cheesed- snorting with laughter. "Hayi... I just wanted to see you." He sat down at the edge of her bed and looked around the room.

"Eyy." the War Dog complained.

"Yintoni?"

Nakia sighed. "Don't sit so far off over there I can't even see you-"

The King scoffed and shifted towards the middle, "This is fine?"

"Mm."

A smile returned to his lips again as he shook his head at his best friend. They gazed at each other for nearly a minute before Nakia reached out to hold his hand.

"T'Challa."

"Hm?"

"Come here."

He moved closer, and still holding her hand, lowered his upper half onto the bed beside her. Lying on his back, he could see every stitch on the patterned maroon bonnet she wore.

"Are you okay? Nakia?"

"I'm fine." she whispered, "just felt a little...lonely."

"I'm here..." T'Challa murmured, lightly squeezing her hand.

"Ndyazi,"

He turned his head just enough to see her beautiful lips tilt upwards in a smile before she darted out her tongue to lick a little blood off her lower lip. He had to catch himself before the first salacious thought formed in his mind.

"So.... uh." He shifted and lightly bumped his brow against hers. "any plans for tomorrow?"

Nakia shrugged, wiggling her fingers a little in his hand. "I'll just go around, meet my family. Come back by evening for a health assessment and.... take up a mission."