Brown Sugah Baby

Chapter 7

Warning: sexual themes ahead [the signs will be in bold. Also, wrap it before you tap it!] & language

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It seemed as though everything around them, seized to stop. The only noise that could be heard, was the sound of their heartbeats and gentle moans. A few soft caresses and effortless tugs on one another, neither of them wanted this moment to stop.

"It's too quiet in there. They're either; about to get it on or actually there isn't anything else they could be doing." T'Challa always knew when to stop while he was a ahead and most of the time his words come out confusing is stressful times. But then time however, the group agreed with him.

"Finally. The girls on the dance team owe me $20 each for this." Nattie smirked gently and back away from the door.

Nakia has a mischievous look in her eyes, upon glancing at Erik.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, my love?" Arching her brow, she earned a smirk from him.

"If you're thinking about going after Sean, then great minds think alike." Erik pulled her close and kissed her nose.

"Exactly what I was thinking. You guys wanna roll?" Nakia asked and rallied up the troops.

"Hell yeah. We'll catch em tomorrow." Nattie grabbed T'Challa's hand and headed down the hall.

Back in the room, Nefe couldn't help but love the feeling of M'Baku touching her, admiring the way his tall stature had engulfed hers. Without a shadow of a doubt, she didn't want to leave. He lifted her off the floor, to hoist her legs around his waist.

"M'Baku!" The squeal that left her lips, was a genuine one. His soft laugh echoed after her, keeping her back angled on the wall, continuing his tender pecks along her neck.

"Yes my love?" He let all his emotion take over and wasn't ashamed to do so.

His lips trailed kisses up and down her heated neck, receiving compassionate praises from his love. He never thought they'd get to this point. Yet here they were; locked in a tight embrace, bodies shaking in desire and want. Never wanting to let go.

"W-we should stop..." Nefe's voice betrayed her yearning to be closer to him as much as she wanted. As quick as road runner running away from Wil E. Coyote, M'Baku had pinned his lady against the deep red duvet on her bed.

M'Baku froze in place, glancing into her eyes as they conveyed mixed emotions. He nuzzled his hair against hers, gaining a giggle.

"Are we going too fast? I don't want to do anything you weren't comfortable with-"

"M'Baku, shhh. We can still do this, trust me I've been dreaming of it." She pecks his full wanting lips gently, holding his face to convey her emotions to him.

"As have I, malkia wangu. (My love)" he whispered back before sitting up with her in his lap, holding on tight. After years of just being friends a true and honest kiss happened. One that was better than before.

"I still want you. I will always want you, yet I want to do this the right way. How about a date?" She suggested, tracing his strong jawline with her fingernails.

"A date? I have an even better idea. How about a weekend in New Orleans, just the two of us?" The tone he had whilst suggesting this spontaneous trip, made Nefe purr like a kitten in heat. She never thought she would ever get this point in time with someone she only considered her best friend. This time around she went with her heart.

"Hmm. A mini trip to Nola huh? Sounds wonderful to me, I'd love to go on a trip with you M'Baku."

"Wait really? Truthfully?" He couldn't believe his ears or his eyes. He had a goddess among men in his hands and just enjoyed the moment for as long as he could.