Then You Look At Me

Chapter Four

The first time I ever understood what my soulmark meant, I was three. Before then, I had thought that funny black looking line was just something I had been born with. It wasn't until I witnessed Aunt Petunia look at the line in disgust and muttered about how 'freaks like me should not be having a soulmark' under her breath, I realised that the strange black words were in fact that one day, someone will love me. As I grew up, I found myself wondering what kind of name was T'Challa and just who the heck was he, and then I found myself wondering if he would ever love a girl like me. When I met Hermione and she found out who he was, I was stumped in what to with the information. Then Voldemort happened, and I found myself not wanting to ever meet the guy, as really, who would want to be with a damaged soul like myself. And when my friends had found their soulmates, I would be even less inclined to seek my own soulmate out. But now that I had T'Challa in my life, now that we had found each other, I now knew that I'd never want to lose him.

He was quiet, too quiet as we drove to the hotel. We then arrived, and I got in a good look at the fancy hotel. The hotel name, 'Le Meridien' was in cased above the entrance in a bright white. The building itself, while it was old style and pretty much similar to many of the other buildings in Vienna, had looked fresh, modern and screamed fancy. Not that I hadn't stayed in my fair share of fancy hotels. One the of the beneficial things about being Tony Stark's best friend and fellow business maker and also being rich myself, was that I had my pick of staying in fancy places. But I didn't do much that required me for staying in fancy hotels. My work with the Avengers had with taken up most of my time.

We drove up to the front entrance, and he quickly got out of the car, leaving me frowning. I guess my confession about the spell was a bit too much but I had to tell him. I sighed, unbuckling my own seatbelt as the door opened for me, and I got out, thanking the valet who opened my door. Making my way around the car, I stopped as T'Challa spoke to an official looking man dressed in a business suit. He then stopped, looking to me before holding out his hand to me. I reached out, grabbing it and he gently pulled me into the hotel. The smartly dressed man walked beside us, and I saw Ayo walking behind us as we entered the hotel. I didn't listen to the conversation that T'Challa was having with the man, my mind occupied on the hand-holding and keeping up with them. We walked past the receptionist, heading to the elevator.

Once we reached it, we stepped inside, but T'Challa turned to both the man and Ayo, causing them to stop outside of the elevator.

"You can both catch the other elevator. Adelaide and I need to talk, alone." T'Challa informed.

"Sir, I must-" The man began as Ayo gave him a look.

T'Challa held up his hand. "Please...Adelaide is my soulmate. Allow me some time to get to know her without other people staring at us."

The man nodded, as Ayo sighed, before giving a sharp nod.

"We will stand guard outside of your room, my prince, if it is privacy you seek." Ayo told him.

The doors of the elevator closed, leaving just T'Challa and I standing in there, holding hands. Before I could say anything, he moved, turning me to face him before placing his lips on mine, and kissing me passionately. I squeaked at the sudden movement, but then found myself wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him back. His hands moved up against my back, and I shivered at the touch, walking backwards so that I was leaning against the elevator wall.

His hands moved, making there way down to my thighs and without breaking the kiss, he lifted me up, allowing my legs to wrap around his waist. He broke the kiss, moving his lips down my neck and I moaned at the touch, which made him growl, and he nipped at my neck. My hands went around his shoulders, holding myself for support. My eyes opened when the elevator stopped, the doors opening to reveal a small hallway, and two doors. Without putting me down, T'Challa moved, holding me in place as he walked over to one of the doors, his hand reaching into his pocket and swiping the key card against the machine on the door. The door opened, and he carried me inside, never putting me down. I looked at his face, my eyes boring into his and I kissed him again, my lips touching his. It was a gentle kiss, as he moved us around the room.