"Oh my God that smells disgusting." I wave the candles away from my face and he chuckles. Rose petals were sticking to my skin and my legs were near my chest as the bath bomb fizzed around us. The power cut out and Erik decided now would be the best time to be somehow romantic.
And when I say now, I mean 'hormones kicking in, everything smells WAY too strong, and I can't eat without feeling nauseous'. Perfect timing.
"It's vanilla. You love vanilla."
"I love Beyoncé too, but if you play her music I ain't dancing for you when I'm PREGNANT."
"Yeah I know girls love Beyoncé, / girls love to fuck with your conscience,"
"Okay, Drake." Currently he was tying my hair into a bun, my back pressed against his front, and softly humming to whatever this song was.
"Tell me about your day." He stops tying my hair for a moment, then breathes in, "Steve called. Something about the UN asking about the official opening or whatever."
I pushed aside the shock over Captain fucking America calling my mans and him not telling me sooner, and instead decided to ask, "They're done with building already?"
"Thanks to your blueprints, and Wakanda's technology, yeah."
"My blueprints?"
"I kinda... had them copied out and delivered over early."
"Erik." He chuckles. He was done tying my hair up, I slide back to my place across him, still feeling weird over the smell of vanilla.
"What? I didn't care what the elders' opinion was, I was going to hand them over nonetheless."
"This the King, or my man speaking?"
"King. It just happens to be a coincidence that I also happen to be your man, and you're the brightest person I've met..."
"Now you're capping. You've always been so much smarter than me. Part of what made me fall for you."
"What made me fall for you is your humility. Just because we went to different colleges doesn't make me any smarter than you."
"But the yearbook-" He removes a rose petal from his knee, and his eyes meet mine again.
"The yearbook said I'm most likely to succeed? Yeah. I did. I succeeded and look where I am now. With you. The yearbook didn't lie."
-::-
"Your Highness? They're ready for you." I nod, walking in with a binder which was full of credentials on credentials. I skimmed through the (for some reason) pictureless resumés, skimming through the project on my own. Before this baby even started showing, this was my baby.
Recruits for extra security around the U.S. branch, which was an idea also inspired by Steve's insistence on them. Some of the security was going to stay here, because, I'm all about female empowerment, but the Dora's need a break.
"Alright," I sat with a sigh, there goes 4 hours of my day. "Why are you really here?" It was then that I raised my eyes to look for the first shortlisted applicant, only to see nobody.
I know you fucking lying-
"Sorry! Sorry, wow. I got lost, a lot. Big place." I was about to talk about how it wasn't that big of a deal, but I had already made the mistake of looking at him.
Sweet niblets.
"It's no big... deal." He smiles, a combination of teeth and dimples- oh my fucking GOD- and he takes a seat in front of me.
God spent his time on this man. You can see it in... everything. In his caramel skin, his tall build, the lines near his eyes when he smiled-
"Okay. Back to basics. If you can't speak Wakandan you're going to get quite lost."
"No problems there, Your Highness."
"None of that, it's T. But who are you, and why did you apply for the home security position?"
Yes, why did he? Why would two extremely attractive men (one of them being my man) be placed in the same premises?
"I'm Remi. I go by Remz."
"And you're not going to explain why you basically signed up to be my bodyguard?"
"Lifestyle choice," My lips purse at his answer that lacked any depth whatsoever. He was a book; open, but in a language I couldn't understand.
Why would I want to understand? I've got a whole ass man. But it seems 'Remz' didn't know that when he muttered under his breath, "And working for someone as irresistible as you was a huge bonus."
"Okay, Remi, I go by Remz, what hours of the day are you available?"
"Morning, I'd say 7:30 until 10:00p.m, but if you need me to, I'll be up all night."
I hope it was the pregnancy hormones talking, the ones that would absolutely love to say 'fuck the interview' and ask this nigga to have his way with me, I really hope it was the pregnancy hormones talking.
"Impressive. Any injuries I should know about beforehand?" And for the next part, I nearly died. He takes off his shirt, exposing his muscular torso, and his shirt was covering his eyes, so I could stare all I wanted, brushing over the actual scars once or twice.
"There's that, and a little one on my chin."
"Would they clash with protective armor?"
"I don't think so, but if they did, I can literally work shirtless, if you'd like."
Thiiiiiiis nigga. "How... convenient. Anyway! In the interest of time, if you've not read up on me, do it. If you have bad memory, remember this face."
"Oh, I don't think I can forget."
Did I forget to FUCKING mention his accent was British?
"And in the aspect of your age, academic and personal background?"
"I'm 21. I was born here, but moved to the U.K for school purposes, well, until college, where I went to MIT."
"You haven't said anything about your personal background."
"There's... nothing really there, I hope you get that."
"I get that," a soft grin appears on his face, and I literally can't help giving him one back.
-::-
OH I'M SORRY, T'S BEING UNFAITHFUL, HUHHH?
JUST LOOK AT THIS MAN.
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AHA, I THOUGHT SO.
(okay but seriously, if him and A$AP Rocky were in the same room and I was asked to choose one, I'm going to the train station🚂🚂🚂)
