Only you can calm the Storm
Moonlight crept over the royal gardens of Wakanda, silver light streaked over deep shades of green, while the sound of drums echoed from the vibrant city below. The wind smelled of Jasmine and rain soaked earth as thunder rolled somewhere beyond the palace walls.
"Telling the sky your secrets again?"
"The low silky voice behind her sent a shiver up her back before Ororo even turned around"
T'Challa stood proudly in the archway in loose black robes, The gold trim catching the candlelight exposing his bare chest. For one night there was no mask, no throne, no council waiting for him tonight. Just the man Ororo loved watching her with that calm gaze that always made her want to unravel him.
"I was thinking," Ororo said, propping herself against the stone railing leading to the garden.
"A dangerous pastime For you, no?"
His mouth twitched in amusement. "Mmm. Definitely for me."
T'Challa crossed the garden, like a predator stalking his prey and Ororo felt her pulse quicken despite herself. Even after all this time, he still affected her like an electric current coursing through her veins—sudden,impossible to ignore, and absolutely thrilling.
When T'Challa reached her at last, his hand instinctively slid around her waist with ease.
"You disappeared after dinner," he whispered in her ear
" you were stuck listening to trade ministers discuss shipping routes."
"And so you left me to suffer alone!?"
Ororo lifted one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "You are king. Surely endurance is part of said role"
T'Challa laughed softly, the sound low and rich enough to send heat through her. His fingers splayed against the small of her back, pulling her closer until Ororo could feel his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her nightdress.
The weather began to change and the storm overhead cracked with lightning in response.
His eyes lifted briefly toward the clouds. "So that is what you think about me? Huh?."
Ororo kissed him passionately and he returned the favour, deep and slow, like he'd been intending to for hours. Ororo relinquished control to him and with one hand sliding up the back of his neck as warm rain began to fall around them in delicate drops, he knew she was his and only his.
T'Challa groaned softly against her lips. "You beautiful sneaky woman, you had this planned all along."
"The rain? No" Ororo whispered. "The kiss? Perhaps."
The confession settled between them and the air was so thick with tension you could smell it.
Ororo pulled back just enough to look at him, the ultimate tease. water sliding down her dark skin, white hair damp clinging to her shoulders. T'Challa's gaze moved over her slowly now, hunger taking over as he took in what was his.
It always amazed her—that a man so controlled could look at her like he was one step away from consuming her every being as His thumb brushed along her jaw, storm knew Ororo had lost the fight.
"When you stand here like this," he said quietly, "you look like the storm itself, powerful, beautiful,amazing ."
"And you," Ororo murmured, fingers tracing the gold at his collar, "enchanting, alluring, graceful,and sly like a panther ."
T'Challa smirked. "You're being unfair"
Ororo laughed, gleefully and genuinely as thunder rolled instantly overhead.
But Ororo was smiling as she kissed him again.
The rain flooded all around them, warm and steady now, soaking their clothes as T'Challas hands tightened around her as Ororo arched into him, every touch charged with arousal and months of longing, but also the whispers of stillness with no heroism or royal duties in sight.
No crowns or expectations for one night.
Just two people in love, in the rain, holding each other like they had all the time in the world.
