Poison •E.killmonger

Chapter 9 • Lithoba

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Lithoba § 8
Night time kisses
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(A/n: for the sake of the begining of this chapter lets act like morning breath is NOT a thing)

The sound of curtains rustling as a gust of cool air settles into the room through the open balcony doors bring me back to reality and awaken my senses. As the goosebumps raise on my skin due to the cold air i inhale the crisp air taking in the scent of mens soap and cinnamon.

I wasnt sure who had woke up first since i had been just laying here for 10 minutes before opening my eyes but 5 minutes in i had felt his suprisingly delicate fingers running through my curls massaging my scalp. The music had still been playing from his bathroom door yet instead of rap it was soft r&b that i recognized as 6lack. Shuri played his music often.

N'jadaka and i had been tangled in another, arms and legs wrapped around another with me laying completely on him my head rested on his chest both arms tucked under him while he had his left arm wrapped around my waist.

"What time is it?" I finally ask closing my eyes back enjoying the way his fingers continue massaging my head.

"Hmm? 3:47am" he slurs slowing down the massage which i only lean into. His skin was entirely to warm...almost hot and with the way the early morning air spread through his room id be crazy to not stay close to his body.

"Sekai i hate cuddling" he mutters after a minute of silence which makes the corners of my mouth twitch.

"Youre good at it though" i shrug not planning on moving only wanting to return back to sleep instead ignoring the thought burning the back of my head. "I can stay here all day" i add before his hand falls from my head and rest on my upper back.

Moving one of my hands so its under my head my palm is met with the raised surface of his keloids and instead of moving it away i run my fingers over them. His skin is hot yet smooth even the skin of the raised marks and my mind begins to race.

Every mark he had was for a kill... there was hundreds of them. Every kill he had committed was planned— he went to the army, the navy and even a special unit designated to kill. Hell he planned to kill his own uncle and cousins followed by anyone who dared to get in his way.

Every form of physical contact hes had with another person has been nothing but violence ending in pain, death and eventually death. Friendships and relationship ended due to his childhood traumas— or probably didnt even initiate any. It all sounds lonely and i cant even begin to understand how painful that must be. But anyone going through that can only be described as one thing.

Sad.

Resting my chin on my hand i look up at N'jadaka to see him stairing at me through half lidded eyes , jaw relaxed the gold of his caps peeking over his thick lips and his finger back to twisting around the curls on my hair.

"Shouldnt you be going back to your room?" He ask boredom and sleepyness laced in his voice as he slowly blinks...and he actually looks cute like this. When hes not deflecting, projecting, antagonizing or just being mean.

Anyone with eyes could tell he was attractive but when youre this close you notice all the little
things— the three freckles under his left eye, how long his lashes really are and even the way his eyes border an obsidian color but have flecks of gold due to the heart shaped herb.

"Why? Scared your harem of women will get jealous and try to kill you?" I ask playfully which he lets out a laugh at his dimples poking his cheeks. I know he didnt care what they thought or anyone did for that matter he did what he wanted when he wanted regardless of the backlash he got.