Some of yall know I LOVE me some Erik Killmonger! And I saw some pix and gifs of him and thought why not create something random and fun based on the pix I find. Until I actually decide whether or not to put the fics out and in what order, etc.
Thus...
(ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED 10-16-19. Typos GALORE! I'll fix em later! lol)
You aren't big on books, but you know that Bae is an avid reader. So you didn't mind the fact that this FOINE specimen of a man invited you to take a trip to the downtown library with him. As if those dimples weren't enough reason to tag along, his intellect had you swooning. To be real, you would rather sit and listen to him read something he liked to you. That way you could stare at him and listen to his sexy voice. You'd want to ask him questions just to hear his thoughts and watch his facial expressions.
And if all else failed, you had something in mind to keep your interest in the moment with him. Just in case you got bored. But how could you this sexy man? He always did or said something to keep you entertained.
Erik pulled up ahead of schedule for the outting he had planned. As usual, he fussed playfully and smacked your butt for not being ready. He hated being late. You fussed over your hair as he picked out a cute pair of leopard print booties in an attempt to speed things up. They went perfectly with your black dress and opaque black tights with shimmery pinstripes. He also grabbed your cranberry colored pleather moto jacket, folding it over his arm after looking at his watch and raising a brow at you. But you just stick your tongue out at him.
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'Keep playing. I got something you can do with that.' He bites his lip and smacks your butt again and compliments how soft it is. Now he can't keep his hands off you, until you swat him away, shooting curse words in his direction because now your eyeliner is smeared. He takes a step back chuckling at you for missing so many times before actually touching him and you just flip him off.
'Gladly.' was his response and you roll your eyes pretending to be frustrated. But you're only frustrated sexually. You assume he knows it by how he wore your favorite cologne. And since you gave him some playful pats, his scent is now on your hands.
He leaned against the inside of the bathroom door, shaking his head for the thousandth time. Standing there looking perfect with his fresh line up, dark grey v-neck, black distressed jeans, grey shoes that look familiar, and a blue and black lumberjack jacket. You couldn't help but stare back periodically, still blending your gloss.
'Babe.. you're beautiful enough. Let's go.'
'Baaaabe, you know I like my lips super glossy.'
'I know...and I love your juicy lips. But I hate having to ingest that shit when I kiss you. Both of us look like we been eating the greasiest chicken on Earth.'
'You trynna say my lips are like Churches?!' Your head whipped around so fast you yourself started to pray you wouldn't have a crick in your neck the next day. At least not from that.
