With your vision cloudy and body unstable, you could vividly see the haunting images of deception flashing throughout your mind.
Pressed against the rim of the toilet you could taste the vomit staining the inside of your mouth as the bitter taste r...
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Dropping your head in an attempt to hide the flushed look apparent on your face you heard the soft footsteps of T'Challa as he approached you.
Feeling the gentle touch of his fingers on your chin, he slowly lifted up your face. "You are to beautiful to be dropping your head especially at my expense." He spoke, as a faint smile tugged at his plump lips. With his fingers still attached to your mentum, he hoisted up your chin before pressing his lips against yours.
Sensing the abrupt creamy surface of the vaseline on his lips you returned the action with equal force against his lips as you kissed him back.
Embracing the chills traveling through your body, you closed your eyes and sneakily slid your tongue out to tease T'Challa's lips. However, you instantly pulled away as you heard the birds chirping in the surrounding trees causing you to stumble back.
However, T'Challa remained in his spot with a blissful look on his face as he quickly regrouped by running a hand over his face before dampening his lips with the swipe of the tongue. Clearing his throat, "—well, that was a warm welcome." He joked, once he caught a glimpse of your high cheekbones and bashful eyes.
"Shall we continue with our scheduled dinner?" He questioned, as he recognized your silent presence and safe distance away from him. Snapping out of your apprehensive thoughts you flicked your head up before flashing him a glance of your teeth.
Closing in the safe distance you looped your right arm around his sturdy forearm before y'all continued down the stony path. Within five minutes you heard the soft echo of your heels against the dense floor.
You walked through the lengthy hall decorated with portraits corresponding with the sleek colors of penny brown and emerald green with a hint of porcelain white accenting the tribal scheme.
Walking hand in hand with the King he lead you for a turn down another hall before briefly turning into the kitchen. The aroma of spice and fresh vegetables hit your nose as the olfaction cradled your fragile soul.
Watching the chef and the members work in a frantic manner to prepare the dish you felt T'Challa release your hand as he approached the chef. Talking to him in a hushed tone you watch the chef nod at his King's words before sharing a mutual laugh. Strolling back to you, you watched the rise and fall of his shoulders alternating height like a seesaw as he dipped his way back into your presence.
"Let me show you where we'll be dining at, mnandi." His rich accent spoke, before he unexpectedly took your hand in his possession leading you out. Closing your dropped jaw you washed away your beckoning look as he took charge and practically made you stumble from lack of comprehension.
Trailing behind him you watched him take you to a pair of intricate designed doors before pushing on them revealing to you fields of canary yellow, ivory white, orange, magenta, and peach colored.
