#spreading cheek for advertisers only gets you so far if your expectation is profitability

[cvctuslesbian]

people are aware that social media websites are going to be forever money sinks, right? like there is never any possibility for a social media website to get into the black, let alone green. you will never be able to turn a single cent of profit from a social media website

[eerythingisshaka]

The Coffee Prince Pt. 4

(T’Challa x Reader)

 *Part 1*  *Part 2* *Part 3*

Word Count: 7.1k

Plot:  Stuck in your ways of living, one day at the coffee shop, you run into a tall dark roast that threatens to wake you up from your romantic hibernation.

*Previously*

You close your room door, tossing T’Challa Jr. on your bed.  Kicking your shoes off, taking your hair down, you pull out your phone.

Home safe!  You send to him.  You put your phone down and unclothe to get comfortable.  Suddenly a ding sounds and you dive for your device.  

Glory to Bast.  Sleep well, umhle.

You read it a couple of times before setting your phone back down.  Laying down, you clutch your prized possession T’Challa won you to your chest as the day’s event float in your head: euphorically exhausted.

The next few weeks with T’Challa that follow are some of the best you have experienced in a long time.  You guys meet at the coffee shop from time to time when your schedules allow, and take evening walks to vent about your days and life, ending with sweet kisses before you guys part ways.  You can’t remember the last time you walked into work on cloud nine, but T’Challa seemed to be doing that for you now.

This day however was particularly tasking.  Your company’s online server was down, causing an uptick in calls from begrudging customers wanting answers on when their products would be available again to use.  The worst part was that your processors had no clue what the problem is or how long it would take to fix, so you try your best to white lie your way to keeping customers satisfied enough to keep from threatening to revoke their memberships.  Just before you are at your wits end however, you see your phone light up with T’Challa’s name calling in.  T’Challa wasn’t a big texter; he likes to hear your voice and feels texting is too impersonal which you thought was quite sweet but could be inconvenient at times.  You pick up and speak in a low tone.

“Heyyy, Chacha, what’s up?”  You were still kind of trying to figure out a nickname for him.  You kinda like this one.

“So much, right now, umhle.  I could really use a break at the moment.  Are you free to meet?”

You look at the queue of calls sitting in your phone line and the stack of paperwork you need to upload and organize.

“Yeah, I can step away for a bit.  The usual?”

“If you don’t mind.  We could do something else if you’d rather.”  His tone tickles your eardrum as you imagine him saying that in another context, but T’Challa was completely pure in his intentions with you most of the time.

“No, no.  I could kill for some caffeine right now and it’s closer.  My energy is too low to walk far.” you say with a whine.

“Ms. Macchiato, in her true form.  I’ll see you there then.”  

“Ok, see you!”  You’re cheesing as you hang up the phone.  You look around at your other co-workers completely ignoring the queue and roll your eyes as you walk out.  No way in hell you would be the only person putting in phone work around here.  You remind yourself to do some job searching later when possible.  

Walking into the shop, the smell of the coffee beans roasting was enough to make you moan audibly.  You were so damn ready to wrap your lips on the rim, letting the warm liquid rejuvenate your spirit.  As you approach the register, you hear a voice call to you.

“(Y/N)!  Over here!”  T’Challa waves from a table by the window.  

You wave and mime the you are going to order something and he replies, “I’ve got you right here, umhle.”  

You squint as you see the extra cup sitting in front of him with your name correctly scrawled along the side.  Walking up to him your heart swells with appreciation.  T’Challa stands up placing a hand on your arm and a kiss on your cheek.

“You didn’t have to buy it for me.  I owe you for a couple other ones already.”  you say taking your seat.

T’Challa hisses his disdain for your comment.  “You have no reason to pay me back.  That’s not how I do things; my treat is seeing you in front of me.”

You feel heat rise to your face from something other than the coffee.  You hide your goofy smile in your cup as you take a sip.

T’Challa smirks at you a while before continuing, “A hard days work looks good on you, by the way.  I know you said things have been piling up, that’s why I wondered if you would even be able to see me today.”  T’Challa sips from his ‘Thomas’ cup.

You tweak your mouth as you shift in your seat, “Yeah, I just figured, the work will still be there whether I take a break now or later.  And trust me, the work will still be there for me to do alone.”

“Ahh, so your co-workers aren’t as dedicated as you seem to be.”  T’Challa summizes.

“I mean, dedicated is a strong word.  I do what I need to do to get things cuz otherwise I’m going to hear someone’s mouth about it, and I don’t needed that added stress, you know?”

T’Challa nods hugging himself in contemplation, “I see what you mean.  Your situation seems to be working in comparison with mine.  You know of my community work in high-crime areas?”

You nod.  T’Challa had spoken of his work with a non-profit to rebuild some areas that were pretty violent and drug ridden that you knew all too well.

“Well, of course it is not so simple as to give people things and expect them to use the materials to create a better situation for themselves with education.  So we are trying to do that, educate, but everyone is at a different learning level, and not everyone learns at the same rate or method.  So, as much as we would love to be projecting great numbers of progress, they have been slow to come and almost stagnant at times due to us still trying to build a foundation for a successful program.”  T’Challa lifts his hands in surrender, shaking his head as he grips his cup up, staring into space.

“I get it.  That’s some of the hardest work in the world; helping others in a completely selfless way.  It can consume you, corrupt people and forget the mission at large.  But I think you have a good head on your shoulders to keep things on track.”  You reach for T’Challa’s hand, running your thumb along his slightly rough knuckles.

T’Challa sighs deeply watching your hand on his; his eyelids halfen his eyes.  You see his shoulders start to relax as he grips your hand in yours.

“Look at that.  It looks funny to me how polar opposite our hands are.”  You stretch his out, raising it up to mirror yours, palm to palm.  “Mine is stout and chubby, yours long and knuckly.”  You chuckle to yourself regarding the assessment,

T’Challa interlaces his fingers in yours, his eyes smizing, “It’s a beautiful combination, I think.  I need something soft to rest my hands on.”

Your heart skipped a beat at this statement.  T’Challa kept doing things like this.  You smile at him and he just smiles back, kissing the back of your hand gingerly, maintaining the hold as he drinks from his cup.  Does he really not realize the double entendre or are you just too hot for him at this point?  That’s something Tavia has practically put a countdown on: the time when you all fully express yourselves physically.

T’Challa says, “We have a community get-together happening this weekend by the way.  You could come by; there will be food, music, games, the works.  I’ll be working a little bit of everything, trying to spread the word of our program for people to take advantage of, but I could escort you around.”  T’Challa says with a smile.

“Oh yeah!  I’d love to see you in action over there.  You had me at free food, but you know, the kids are the future as well.”  You quip.

T’Challa scoffs, “Well that’s what the food is there for.  Cheapest advertising tool known to man.”  T’Challa looks at his watch, “I think I may have taken more of your time than I anticipated.”  

You look at your phone at get a mini heart attack.  Someone may actually notice your absence this time.  You could just say you were in the bathroom the whole time.  You both get up to leave the coffee shop.  

Once outside you guys turn to each other.  A thought crosses your mind and you start to speak but decide against it.  

T’Challa, always observant, notices.  “What’s on your mind, umhle?”

“Uhh...I don’t, mm.”  You bite your tongue.

T’Challa rests his hand on your arm, sending an electricity through you that you found to be completely unfair.  “If you can’t make the community event, it is alright.  Your rest is more important. And I know you have plenty other things to do.”

“No, it’s not that.  But um, are...do we…”  T’Challa looks at your expectantly.  “Are we...exclusive?”

There it is.  Something that has been plaguing you for a while is how much you guys have hung out and gotten to know each other, but you couldn’t place if you guys were good friends who just kiss sometimes, or if he was looking for anything more.  

“Are we exclusive?”  T’Challa parrots back.

You nod, not wanting to say much else out of embarrassment.

T’Challa steps in front of you slowly leaning to whisper in your ear, “I don’t kiss my friends the way I kiss you, umhle.”

His bass snakes your inner ear like the serpent on an apple, as you twinge to keep your juices from flowing on sight.

He pulls from your ear staring you, hand resting on your hip.  “And I am a one woman kind of man, (Y/N).  Don’t think anyone else could carry a single percent of my attention from you.”  Looking to your mouth he hovers his over it before allowing you to close the gap between you.  His lips fit with yours perfectly as the suction creates a chorus of smacks, sealing the definition of your relationship.

A low grunt comes from T’Challa as he sighs deeply pulling from you.  “So, do you like me?  Yes or no?”  He smiles goofily at you as you laugh at his childish question.

Stifling your smile, you say, “Maaaybe.  But it’s in your favor.”

Heading back to your place, Tavia is posted on the couch with an array of books and papers scattered around her.  She is back in school to earn a certification in something you keep forgetting.  

Tavia looks at you over her glasses, “Whaddup, doh?”

“Nuthin much, girl.  You?” You kick off your shoes and throw your keys in a bowl.

“Hun, you lookin at it.  Procrastination remains the death of me.  Them white folks still giving you hell at the job?”

“Yeah, they stay lazing around and I’m tending the field like Boss asks.”  You exasperate as you plop on the easy chair massaging your scalp.

“You need to get the fuck outta there.  They don’t appreciate you.  And you too smart for that busy work.”

“Yeah.  It would be so much easier if I could just stay and not start all over in a new place, though.”

Tavia wags a finger, “Uh-uh.  Cuz then you would be getting more responsibility that does not reflect in your pay.  Leave!!”

You marinate on Tavia’s words.  It seems like she’s right honestly.  You have no position in that job and there is no way to work up because positions get taken quick or just aren’t available.

“At least we can get our frustrations all out on some canvas at the Sip and Paint Saturday.  Groupon finally came through with something good.”  Tavia says bobbing her neck as she reads her notes.

Your stomach drops as you remember the plan you made last week with her.  “Uhh…”

Tavia snaps to look at you, “Uhhh? Uh what?”

You play with your fingers as you speak, “So I ran into T’Challa today…”

“And?”  Tavia winds her hand in the air for you to hurry up.

“He has a thing at his non-profit.  Like a block party type thing.  I said I would help…”  You squeak out, waiting for the storm to blown.

Tavia looks at you frozen with blank expression.  “Ok, I see.”

You recoil into your body as you continue, “Are you mad?”

“NAH!  You good!  I get it, dick is important to lock down.  I applaud your efforts.”  Tavia whips out her phone.  “I guess I’ll get back on this app life.  The Groupon is only good in for a couple, not single.”

You go over to half hug Tavia, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Girl.”

“Tsk, make it up by making that dick dance for you.  That’s all I ask.”  She pats your head on her shoulder before rolling it to get you off her.

You go to your room as you hear Tavia’s phone pinging on and on.  “See?  I got options too!”

Saturday comes and you make your way to the park the community party was being held at.  Balloons and tables were in abundance; speakers were playing everything you heard on the radio and then some.  The smell of burgers and brats filled the air and your stomach instantly caved in with hunger.  T’Challa said they were good on set up and really just wanted you to enjoy yourself for the most part.  

Making your way through the crowd, you go to the food table to fix a plate.  You smile and thank the servers as they pile your plate with the goods.  Once you make it to the dessert area, you feel two hands grip sides, making you jump a little.

“I have to admit, the sweets on that table would only disappoint you.”  A voice you know too well tickles your hearing as his lips greet the side of your face.

You turn to see T’Challa smiling at you.  “They look pretty good to me, what’s the problem?”

“As sweet as your lips are, they’d only taste sour.”  he says screwing his lips in disgust before planting his mouth on yours.  You didn’t need the plate or dessert if this was all that touched your lips today.

“Brother!  This is not the way you introduce me to your girlfriend, eh?”  a voice says behind you.

A young lady with braids in a bun shakes her head clicking her tongue at the both of you.  “Shame, shame, I must say.  We have health codes to maintain, please move the PDA along elsewhere.”

T’Challa smiles speaking to her, “(Y/N), this talkative volunteer is my sister, Shuri.  I told you about her a little bit.”

Shuri nods proudly, sticking her hand out.  “The pleasure is all mine.  I am the subject of many people’s conversations, I’m just that memorable.  And don’t let him fool you, I am running this operation, not just volunteering.”

Taking her handshake, you buck your eyes at T’Challa “Oh?”

T’Challa shifts his weight, pursing his lips, “Shuri, you know better than to fib.  This isn’t Wakanda, you have a secondary position here.”

Shuri waves her hand in his face, “Ah ah ah!  Bump all of that, Brother.  Science and tech is the most important aspect of the program, no surprise.  The public schools here do nothing to emphasize the importance and hone their knowledge to be able to apply what they learn outside the classroom.  Also, I meant the picnic anyway.  You barely lifted a finger to decorate.”

“Bast!  I did more than life a finger.  Anything heavy was my job to handle!  Cutting up cake is not ‘doing everything’.”  T’Challa exclaims.

Shuri holds a fist up to her face and demonstrates a winding motion next to it.  “I wonder what will pop up?”  Her middle finger slowly unravels.

“Can I get the apple pie, please?”  a person asks.

Shuri drops her hands and puts on a winning smile, “Of course!  We have plenty, so don’t hold back!” She says as she hands over a pre-cut slice.

You were getting your life to the back and forth between T’Challa and Shuri.  Rubbing T’Challa’s  back you dismiss yourselves.  “Thank you Shuri, and it was so nice to meet you.”

“Likewise, (Y/N).  He can’t shut up about you, so use that to your advantage.”

T’Challa moans in frustration shaking his head as he leads you away to a table to sit.

You sit and start to to smack on your food.

“(Y/N), I’m going to make rounds for a bit.  Will you be ok here?”

You nod with a mouth full of food hindering your speech.  T’Challa smiles, kissing your forehead as he walks toward some informational tables.  The whole party seemed to be a smash hit.  Hordes of people walked around enjoying the sites and music.  Kids ran after each other and got their faces painted.  Shuri moved from the dessert table to the science area where she and others demonstrated simple experiments making fog and foam appear from virtually thin air.  There was a mini exhibit on an element called ‘vibranium’ that you hadn’t heard of before so maybe you would check that out.  

Finishing your plate, you definitely had The Itis, so you needed to get up and do something.  You weren’t sure where T’Challa went, but you went around to enjoy the sights regardless.  You played a couple of the carnival games, trying to knock bottles down with a nerf gun and that one cornhole game that’s always a classic.  

You waited in line forever to get your face painted and while the clown lady was giving you a gorgeous flower on your cheek, a voice calls out to you.

“Yaaass!  Getcho face BEAT for the Gods!”

Turning slightly to not mess up the creation, you see Tavia made it to the party.

“Hey girl!  Whatchu doin here?  You didn’t say you were coming!”  You exclaim taking her hand lovingly.  

“I love surprises though, so here I be!  I did wanna be nosy too though.  Where’s Tobago?”

You roll your eyes, “Tavia, I will knock you clean the fuck out if you get his name wrong in front to his face.  T-Cha-lla.”

“Listen, it only matters that you get Thalia’s name right.  Don’t worry bout me!  Where is he anyway?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.  I thought he would be escorting me around but he got caught up in the mix I guess.  Why are you here though?  Ain’t Sip and Paint tonight?”

Tavia nods, “Uh-huh.  I found a willing participant to accompany so I’ll be leaving, like now.”

The lady gives you a mirror to show you the finished art on you.  “Ok, well have fun.  I know this is about to wrap up too in like 15 minutes, so if I don’t do anything after, I’ll be home.”

“Please, do something else!  You made your way out here for the nigga to abandon you for most of it.  He owes you somethin!”  She raises her eyebrows at you suggestively.

“Ok!  Bye!”  You say dismissing her.

As Tavia leaves, you look around to see where T’Challa went.  Instead, you see Shuri breaking down the science exhibit area and decide to ask her.

“Hey, Shuri.  Have you seen your brother around?”

Shuri looks across the way, “I don’t know actually but I hope he is deflating the bounce house.  People will keep coming and kids will never leave if that stays up.”  Shuri struggles to fold a table and you reach down to bend the leg joint of it so it folds.

“Ugh, thanks (Y/N).”

“No problem!  Do you need help with anything else around here?  I got nothing else to do.”

Shuri nods looking around,  “If you collect some tablecloths and toss them.  They are disposable so we aren’t keeping them.  After that, we got tables we are loading up in the trucks nearby.  Don’t wear yourself out though!  Just a couple would be a great start and you can leave whenever you want.”

“Ok, will do.  This was an amazing event by the way.”

Shuri laughs with her tongue out, as she brushes her shoulders off, “I does what I can!”

Collecting the tablecloths you think about how beyond her years Shuri appears to be.  The girl is a teenager, but is of course so smart and has a great business-head on her shoulders.  Plus it was so cute to hear her talking shit with her accent; she really was down!  You wanted to be her when you got your life together.  

With all of the tablecloths disposed of, you head to tipping a table and getting it folded.

“Eh!  My sister has you working now?”  T’Challa comes out of nowhere, reaching to fold the legs down.

“No, I volunteered!  I wasn’t doing anything else so…”

T’Challa raises the table on its side, walking the table to the truck.  “I’m sorry about that, by the way.  There was a lot of behind the scenes stuff that I had to help with that was...unexpected.”

You nod, quiet.  You couldn’t hide your disappointment.  “I still saw a lot though, escorted on not.  This place was hopping with shit to do.”

T’Challa steps in front of you, grasping your chin, eyes locked on you suddenly.  Your insides jump at the anticipation of what was to come from his touch.  

He turns your head slightly to the left, studying your art, “Ahhh, a purple flower.  It almost resembles the Heart Shaped Herb from back home.”

Your pace steadies as you realize his intentions.  “Yeah?  I just wanted something pretty and purple and boom!  There it is.”  

T’Challa nods, licking his lips as he studies your face.  Letting go, he say, “Let me make it up to you.  We could get some dinner...or a movie.”  You contemplate the options.  “Or both?  We could really paint the town if you want, so we can catch up.”  He says softly caressing your painted cheek.  Your center began to throb again.  T’Challa was always making it impossible to think clearly when he is talking about completely normal things but not giving you any room to breath.  If it weren’t for the people around, you would press up on him right now; that’s what you wanted to do!

“Both is good,”  you squeak out before moving away to go back to get another table.  You walked with a bounce to ensure he would have a show as you walked away.    

T’Challa had three tables down as you had just finished folding your one.  Walking it back to the truck, your foot hits a hole in the ground you didn’t see.  You lose your balance as you try to hold the table, but it sends you off kilter even more.  A sharp pain shoots through your ankle as you land, the table plops on top of you.  

You yelp in pain as you try to push the table off and not move your leg.  Suddenly the table is clear off of you and you see T’Challa over you, face riddled with worry.

“(Y/N), are you ok?  Where are you hurt?”  He asks, kneeling and holding your head in his hands.

You point down to your leg.  “My ankle!  God!”

Shuri has come over to look it over.  She presses something on her bracelet causing a stream of light to cascade over your swelling foot.  Your skeletal make up in your ankle is revealed for a short period.

“What is that?”  you ask, having never seen that kind of technology.  

Ignoring you, Shuri says, “It isn’t broken, thank Bast.  We can’t handle an OSHA case right now, right brother?”  Shuri jabs him, chuckling.  T’Challa’s returned expression snaps her back to a professional tone.  “Like I said, not broken, just sprained so she needs to lay off of it a while: wrap it, ice it, the works.”  She instructs as she heads back to her duties.

T’Challa nods, “Ok, come (Y/N).  I’ll take you home.”

You didn’t protest this time.  Your ankle hurt like hell, so a free ride couldn’t hurt.  T’Challa reaches your arm around his shoulders and reaches his arm under your knees to lift you.

“Whoa, whoa!  I don’t like that.  Please, I’ll hop.” you say.

T’Challa looks at you incredulously, “It will be faster if I carried you.”

Your body tenses up, “Come on, I don’t wanna...weigh you down or whatever.  Please, this is embarrassing enough.”

T’Challa bats his eyes realizing the problem, “Do you think I cannot lift you?”

You lean your head back, mortified.  “I know you are strong, I can tell.  But I’m a sturdy gal, I’m just trying to warn you.”

T’Challa sucks his teeth, going at lifting you again.  You close your eyes tightly as your weight becomes nothing in his arms.  You feel the bounce of his stride as you peak to see you are in motion.  T’Challa looks ahead, no signs of strain, he looks at you and winks.  Your cat could meow with how good he was making you feel right now showing off himself.  You hadn’t been lifted since grade school, and your current boo does it like you are a toddler.  God bless it.  

T’Challa puts you down a moment to get the door to his Lexus open.  T’Challa takes your hands as you slowly sit down, folding your legs in, careful to not bump your ankle against the door.

“How are you feeling?”  T’Challa asks, resting his hand on your knee, eyes wide with concern.

You nod, “I’m good, don’t worry.”  You cup the side of his face, causing him to lean his face into your palm.  He turns to kiss your palm before getting up to close your door and make his way to the drivers’ side.

Starting the engine, he asks, “Alright, now what is your address?”  as he searches for the GPS program in his dash.  You give it to him, praying to God Tavia hadn’t made it home yet.

Once you guys are on the road, T’Challa reaches over for one of your hands in your lap.  “Are you still ok?”

“Yeah, more than.  Thanks, by the way, for the ride.”

“Ahh, don’t thank me.  It’s the least I could do.  You were such a big help today.”  T’Challa says gripping your hand a little tighter.

“Hardly!  I took down two tables and almost broke an ankle.  Plus we won’t be able to go out tonight cuz of me.”  You say disappointedly.

“If I was by your side like I said I would, there would be known of these issues to begin with.”  T’Challa takes your hand, kissing the back of it.  

You almost forget your ankle when he warms you up like that.  A man admitting fault was a big turn on, you had to admit.  And you loved how affectionate he was, without pressure; just enough.  Looking at your ankle you remember something from earlier, “What was that device Shuri used?  It was like a portable X-Ray device?”

T’Challa nods slowly, “Precisely what it was.  Shuri developed it in her lab in Wakanda and it’s been pretty vital to our village.”

You think on this, “Wow, you guys have a lot more to you than I imagined.  It’s beautiful.”

T’Challa smirks, “The Western media would make you think we are impoverished but we have handled ourselves without outside help, and I think that says something.”  Your mind was churning with so many other questions but before you knew it, you guys made it your your place.  

Luckily you all have an elevator, so T’Challa only carried you, without hesitation, to the elevator then your door.  Setting you down, you get your keys together to find the one for your door.

“Umm, once I get inside, I should be able to manage if you need to make it back to the park.”  you say nervously.  

“Oh, they wouldn’t miss one person, I think.  If it’s comfortable with you, I want to check your ankle once more before I head back, though.”  He looks at you with a serious expression.

You nod, turning to the door to hide your excitement.  As you open the door, the apartment is dark and quiet, so Tavia must be having a good night.  Turning on the lights, you start hobbling to the couch.  T’Challa doesn’t miss a beat, ducking under your arm to support you as you sit down.  

T’Challa takes a couple decorative pillows and props them under your ankle, lightly inspecting it.  

“Well it doesn’t look worse, which is good.  Do you have little baggies and ice?”

You nod and point, “The fridge makes it, yeah.  And the drawer under the microwave should have some lunch bags to fill.”  

T’Challa gets to work, Macgyvering an ice bag for you.   As you lay back, you catch yourself smelling like the outside, and instantly get embarrassed.  You can’t get comfortable when you’re funky anyway, plus T’Challa would help you hobble around so might as well use him while he is here.

“Uh, T’Challa, can you hold off on the bag for a second.  I need to go to my room, if you can spare your shoulders.”  you ask.

“All the more for you to lean on, umhle.”  T’Challa says lovingly, as you direct him to the right room.  “It’s nice to see how you live on a daily basis.  You keep a nice home.”  T’Challa says as you reach your room.”

“My roommate gets most of the decorating credit, I gotta say.  I do tell her when to reel it in though, so points for creative direction goes to moi.”

As you step into your room, you declare, “So I need to shower, cuz yikes.”  You say sniffing yourself.  “But did you want to stick around or….”

“I would love to!”  He answers a little quicker than necessary.  “No problem at all.  Do you want me to order something?  We could still have our dinner here.”

“Yes!  Good idea.  Let’s just do a pizza, from that local spot we passed.”

“I am well aware of it.  Excellent choice.”  He takes his phone out as you get a change of clothes and head for the bathroom.

In the shower you give yourself a pep talk.  You are a goddess, queen!  With your prince out there lying in wait for this body.  He wants ALLADIS, sis!  Don’t get nervous, or shy.  If you run out of things to talk about, hey, you are on a bed, fill in the blanks.  Damn, Tavia really got into you.

You lather your body in berry scents as you rinse, giving yourself a towel off and quick moisturization.  You picked some shorts and a baby doll tank  to wear.  Still pajamas, but with a hint of lingerie appeal.  Opening the door you step out to see T’Challa flipping through the TV channels.  His head cranes in your direction.

“I didn’t think I’d smell something so heavenly until the pizza arrived.”  He says smiling, eyes darting down your body.

“Haha, good one.”  You say limping to the bed, sitting back.

“Was it too….”

“Don’t!”

“....cheesy?”  T’Challa says scrunching his nose.

You slap his back with an audible thud.  He holds takes your calf, placing it on his lap to ice with the bag he made earlier.  The cool sensation was relieving, making you moan audibly.  You bite your lip when you realize how comfortable you were getting.

T’Challa massages your calf as he holds the bag on your ankle, “Does that relieve you, umhle?”

You nod before answering, “Yeah, it does.  Keep doing it.”  You say, your vocal cords suddenly laced with honey as your voice dips seductively.

T’Challa rubs your calf some more.  “I told you it is nice to have something soft to rest my hands on.” studying your leg as he goes.

You could’ve jumped out of your skin with that comment.  So he DID know the double entendre, sly devil!

You chuckle trying to keep from freaking out before saying, “I’m pretty soft just out the shower though, don’t be fooled.  Takes a lot to maintain.”  You make a face behind T’Challa at your words.  Snatching an insult out of the jaws of a compliment, nice.

“You make it look effortless.” he says looking up at you.  “You think you could lend me some products?”  he says showing all those beautiful teeth to you.

You smile into your chest shaking your head.  “You can have whatever you like.  But you have to follow the steps or you’ll just be a mess!”

T’Challa squints at you, “Eh?  What process are you talking about?”

You swallow, hoping this doesn’t go over his head, “Well, you are on the right track practically.  I like to start with my calves, very important.  But I have so much more leg to go.”

T’Challa nods slowly, appearing to understand.  “I see, so then we go to…”  His hand hovers above your thigh.  You shiver in anticipation, “The knee!” planting his hand on your kneecap.

You guffaw, “Right!  Can’t neglect ashy knees! True!  Then what, Chacha?”

He looks at your knee quizzically like its a jigsaw to solve, “The only way to go is the…”  and without a word he snakes his hand up your thigh.  You bite your lip, elevating your hips under his touch.  

T’Challa tucks his lips as he notices your movement, “Is your reaction normal for the process?”   he asks as his voice has caught the honey coated timbre of seduction as well.  His eyes glaze over, looking from your face to your body, mouthslightly agape to the treats he will hopefully be soon to receive.

His hands grip both your thighs, one working inner, the other outer; his long hands encompass the surface area of your thickness easily.  Your walls start to talk back to you, awaiting their turn for a massage.

“When it’s done right, yeah.”  you say, unafraid at this point.  You pull T’Challa’s face into yours, gripping the back of head.  The kiss starts off as your regular ones do, only once did T’Challa try to slip tongue, but you go into a schoolgirl giggle fit when he had.  This time was different, there was no ‘will he, won’t he’ because you were both on the same page.  Your mouths opened simultaneously to welcome each other in.  T’Challa moves your leg away gently as the ice bag falls to the floor.  One of his hands grips your booty cheek, spreading it about like dough.  You felt the spread in your lips as you moaned against his mouth, gripping his back to wrestle his shirt up, feeling the warmth of his skin.  

You lean back on the bed as T’Challa hovers over you, sucking your neck; the sounds sensations of his lips against you could make you climax on its own.  Then he got the nerve to pepper your collarbone and chest area with kisses, gripping your titties up like the were ripe for the picking.

“I have been wanting to explore your body for weeks.”  He says suckling on your neck in between.  “You can’t imagine the torture I have sustained to remain respectful.”

You shiver at this confession.  All the feelings you had and that he gave you were mutual.  “I think I can, ‘Challa.  I feel it, 10 times more.”

You hadn’t gotten this far before, and it was becoming overwhelming for you.  You either had to stop or get it in.  Reaching for the button of his pants, you were shooting for the latter.  T’Challa freezes above you as he watches your hands undo his pants.  His breathing is heavily laden as you work the fly down to relieve his growing protrusion.

T’Challa begins to ask, “Umhle, are you sure-” before there is a knock on the front door.

You instantly dry up as you forgot the pizza was on the way, dropping your hands frustratedly.  T’Challa rests his head on your shoulder a moment, before unmounting you to gain his composure on the side of the bed.

You don’t see his face but an awkward amount of time passes before you sit up.  “I’ll get the door...”

T’Challa waves his hand in protest, “No, you rest your ankle, I’ve got it, I just...need time.”  He gets up, buckling and zipping his pants as he walks outside.  You cross your arms in wait, thinking about what almost happened.  You would have to take another shower with all the preheating he did to your oven.

T’Challa stands at the door with the box in his hand.  “Did you want to eat in here?”

He looked at you like a lost puppy.  You weren’t sure what he was thinking of, but you figured the moment between you both has passed for now.

You nod, patting the bed.  “Yeah, nothing fancy here.  Come on.”

T’Challa sits on the edge of the other side, placing the box between you both.  He picks up the ice bag to place on your ankle once more, patting your leg like cattle this time.  

The fresh smells makes your stomach churn as you remember how hungry you were, grabbing a slice; T’Challa takes one as well, taking a big bite.  You turn the TV to one of your tried and true comedies to binge.  As the canned laughter fills your room, you look over to T’Challa looking like he is about ready to doze off.

“T’Challa?”  you call to him.

His eyes flutter open as he looks to you, a lazy smile spreads across his face.  “I’m sorry, umhle.  I’m more tired than I thought before.”  He gets up to stretch, joints popping, groaning with relief.

“You can sleep over if you want...just sleeping, you know.  You’re tired, I’m tired, let’s just...sleep.”  you say rambling.  You wanted to make sure there was no pressure to spontaneously perform again.

T’Challa leans over the bed kissing you on the side of your face.  “You would take in a lost Wakandan to lay his head at your residence?”

You give him a defiant look, “I didn’t say the whole village, now.  Just you!”  You both laugh as he takes the pizza box and sets it on your table.  

“Plus my ankle has felt much better since you been here.”  You tell him as if he needed further convincing.  He climbs in next to you, resting his head on you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Then let’s dream for a speedy recovery.”  He says sleepily.

You feel his hand rub your side gently, slowing up until he goes to sleep.  The hum of his breathing sounds so sweet to you as you close your eyes to listen to its melody.  Turning off the TV, you shimmy down to lay next to him, stirring T’Challa only a little, who adjusts to pull you in for spooning as you call it a night.  You thought about how wild the night progressed but you still wouldn’t change a minute of it.  His arms beat the panther plushie you have been hugging on any day.

Morning rays flood your room as the sun woke you up.  You start to stretch and jerk with alarm when you feel him around you still.  You forgot for a second he stayed with you.  Adjusting your titties back in your shirt, you hear him waking up behind you as well.

“Mmm, is it morning already?”  T’Challa groaned.

“It is, Chacha.”  You look back at him, eyes still squinting awake but smiling at nonetheless.   “Do you want to do breakfast?”  you ask turning to face him.

T’Challa rubs your back as he replies, “I wish I could.  But I have to get back to the center to debrief about yesterday’s festivities.  It’s already-” he looks at his watch.  “9:30 am.  I’ll be there around noon, so I’ll go home and freshen up first.”

You whine at his plans, rubbing his chest for coaxing, “I don’t want you to go yet…”

His forehead meets yours, “How about I order you breakfast to enjoy in my absence and we make a date for my place next week?”  He looks at you for a reply.

You wipe some sleep out of his eye before answering, “I guess that sounds good.”  You exchange smiles before pecking a kiss on each other.  

Suddenly music blasts from the living room.  Tavia has been on a workout kick that requires a trap soundtrack to stay motivated.

T’Challa winces at the noise, “And we can be free from interruptions...”  He twirls a wayward twist in your hair.  “Completely free to do...anything.”

You squeeze your thighs at the thought before squirming away to get up.  “I’d like that, T’Challa.  Let me walk you out.”

Opening your bedroom door, you see Tavia hopping from one side of the room to the other.  She sees you come out.

“Hey girl!  Listen, when I’m done, let’s do a brunch thing or somethin!  I’m starving and got some stories for you!”  After one rotation she looks back at you for reply, by now noticing T’Challa.  Tavia stops in her tracks, pausing her video.

“Tavia, this is T’Challa.”  You make faces, pointing at Tavia from behind him as he walks over to her.

“Nice to meet a friend of (Y/N)’s.  I have heard wonderful things.”

“Same here...T’Cha...lla.”  Tavia says dumbfounded.  You give her a thumbs up.

You and T’Challa walk over to the front door going outside to kiss each other goodbye once more before closing the door.  

You and Tavia look at each other in silence for a second before bursting out in shrieks and giggles, jumping around.

“That’s my BITCH!  I see you with that morning after glow on you!  Talk to me, tell me something GOODT!”

You guys park on the couch before you start, “Ok, so first things first, we didn’t sleep together; like we literally just slept.”

Tavia instantly checked out.  “Oh HELL NO!  Did he go down on you at least?”

You shake your head.

“Come ON, B!  Well what the fuck is there to talk about??  How is he here in the morning but not for getting it in.  You need to swipe your card before it expires!”

“It doesn’t expire, hoe!  And I’m more than ready to swipe it, cash it, turn it in to the authorities, but if you let me tell the story-”

A knock raps on the door.  You both look at each other confused before you get up to answer.  Peeping through the hole, you see a delivery man, you think.

Opening the door, the man holds two sacks to you.

“Delivery, miss!”

“We didn’t order anything…” You say looking to Tavia.

The delivery man looks at the receipt. “A….Ms. Macchiato?”

The name rings bells.  T’Challa said he would order breakfast for you, but you forgot to turn it down.  

Tavia comes up behind you, “What is it?”

“T’Challa got us breakfast,”  you say taking the bags and thanking him.

“Bish whet??  Gimme gimme gimme!”

Tavia rips open a bag to see the omelettes, hashbrowns, toast, boiled eggs, sausage, bacon.  

Another knock comes to the door.  You jump to get it.

“Here are the drinks too, Miss.”  the delivery man huffs and puffs.

“Oh thank you!”  you reply taking the OJ and apple juice cups.

Tavia is tearing through her spinach omelette when she says, “Ok, I’m ready to hear it.  What freaky shit you put on him to do alladis??”

Part 5

Other Works

King Kil’mawalls  

T’akia

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others

Song of Stevens

Commencement Day

Wakanda Got Y’all

My Ragtag

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