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killslumflower · 4 months

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HONEY PART ONE: “sweet like honey, slow like molasses.”

↝ NOW PLAYING [ green eyes by erykah badu ]

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“C’mon killmonger what better do you have to do?” Klaues pale body was lax against the frame of Erik’s door, his blue eyes hazy, a soft pink color around the irises tinting into red. He was tipsy, Erik knew he shouldn’t have opened the door, He expected something important. But alas, Klaue lived up to his reputation of being nothing more than a stain. The question lingered in the air for a second, before klaue slumped forward, flinging a hand at Eriks left shoulder, “Linda?” He croaked out, doubling over until his forehead touching the apex of Eriks chest His body tensed, rigid against Klaues touch

one

klaue croaked out a wheezing of laughter, and Erik’s jaw clenched

Two

Erik could feel the trickle of klaues sweat through the thin material of his grey shirt

Three

He could smell the 1800 wafting from his pores, Klaue never learned he would have thought their last job in Kabul taught him, the terror of that mission still gave Erik nightmares

Four

“I’ll come.”

The words fell from his mouth faster than he could stop them but it was enough To get Klaues hunched stature perked up, his eyes meeting Erik’s “atta boy!” He clasped his hand down on his shoulder in a pat, a snarky smile wide on his face. Erik peeled the man’s hand off of him

“give me 5.”

streaks of fluorescent violet light danced over the sepia hue of his skin, Erik was swimming through his second Hennessy on the rocks and floating with the current of quartet on stage “nice isn’t it?” the pungent smell of whiskey on klaues foresaken tongue snatched him away from relaxation, and back to the reality he exhaled sweet smoke from a 1942 Gurkha Black dragon cigar klaue’s finest collection, the smoke from bitter Tabacoo made the air in the compacted club, thick but erik didn’t care the liquor and the smooth sounds of jazz relaxed him. He wouldn’t give klaue the gratification of admitting the place was more than nice, he was expecting some grimey casino with half naked blondes and brunettes instead klaue had taken him to a local speakeasy, a small quaint black owned jazz spot. Line music, and the only pale skin in sight was Klaue’s own flushed tone. He was a stain on this place, and Erik was almost embarrassed to be seen with him.

Although Nobody else seemed to care,

“Would you like another fill sir?”

The waitress was back again, a cinnamon toned beauty with eccentric Fulani braids, her question was aimed towards klaue

“yes please amour.”

His attempt to flirt with the young lady were failing poorly, he knew that for sure. Yet she plastered a smile anyway, one that read give me a big tip. She took Klaues glass into her white stiletto acrylics placed it on her silver platter and quickly reverted her attention to Erik, she was undressing him with her eyes. She was cute, but he was in no mood for fucking.

“And how about you?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

He stated with a small half smile, she reached for his glass and placed it next to Klaues batting her mink lashes at him slowly

“Well..you let me know if you need anything.”

Her voice was sultry, she held his gaze for longer than needed

“I said I’m good sweetheart.”

He purposely added emphasis on good, so she would get the hint, she did and she quickly scurried to retrieve Klaues drink.

His eyes fell back on the stage, the quartet was nearing the a comfortable end to their set he could tell by the slow of instrumental, sure enough within the next minute the sweet sounds were at a hault, the small room was then filled with a roaring applause in which he joined gracefully he really hadn’t remembered the last time he had allowed music to take him away. The announcer entered again, q middle aged black man with slick hair and a crisp black tuxedo at the mic

“That was the smooth sounds of clarity..”

another roar from the applause

“I don’t know about y’all but my vision is all clear.”

The Corny joke actually made Erik smile

“This next act is all about the heart though..y’all please help me give a warm welcome to the flow of this here place.”

“Esscence.”

The roar seemed to amp in volume, he heard dog whistles and cheers. Whoever was next, was definitely a regular and a favorite it seemed.

The quartet didn’t move an inch, they must be an accompaniment

Suddenly a sight of glimmer broke into his sight as a gorgeous woman entered stage left, her dark brown tone seemed to shine under the lights of the stage. She wore a big white head wrap erykah badu style, and a crocheted earth tone skirt with a matching brown top. As she turned to face the stage, damn She was stunning, her skin was dark as fresh soil and her sleek features resembled the women of his fathers home country, that beauty he never thought he’d witness up close, with a set of piercing hazel eyes. She held a small smile as the cheers never seemed to end, he joined. Giving a whistle of his own, and it made her smile grow showing all her bright white teeth.

She closed her eyes, standing completely still for a moment as to gain her composure, the noise seemed to quiet down. And as she opened her eyes, her body began to sway slowly, to her own rhythm as she hummed lowly.

The quartet started again, but only the keys with a skipping beat

He knew the melody all too well, the song was a classic from Erykah badu’s sophomore album, one his mother played on repeat in their home all the time. And this track..”green eyes.” never ceased from their walls after his father was taken away from them..it brought back a feeling he couldn’t describe.

[play track here]

She began

“my eyes are green..”

she released the sweetest sound by far, a smooth alto tone, a drastic difference from Erykah’s mezzo soprano tone on the track, but it blended so nicely with the set, it instantly had him hooked.

“Cuz I eats a lot of vegetables..It don’t have nothin’ to do with your new Friend.”

She swayed again pointing to someone in the crowd who blew her back a kiss,

“My

eyes

are

green..”

The saxophone peaked, joining in with the melody

“Cuz I Eats a lot of vegetables.”

“It don’t

have nothing to do

with your new friend..”

“I don’t care..I swear.”

“I’m too through with you I am.”

“You don’t mean nothing, to me..

So go ahead and be with your friend.”

A pause in the keys as they slowed,

“My eyes are green..”

A peak in saxophone

“Cuz I eats a lot of vegetables.”

“It

don’t

have

nothin’

with

your

new..”

the saxophone faded out and the keys began to play a slower melody, then a break a pause small enough you wouldn’t even catch if it wasn’t for her voice halting, was it over? God he hoped not..

Her head fell slowly forward, until her forehead touched the mic, she cradled it in her hand smooth black stilettos grasping the base of it. As nothing but her slow deliberate breaths were to be heard, his attention was hanging on to each note she made with her voice. He felt like he was on the edge of his seat,

“Friend.”

She held the note, she carried it letting it ride, amping in volume from a soft tone to a louder one as The keys came back smoother than before, as the other instruments began to join in a key change

her head raised ever so slightly until her face was visible to the crowd,

“Im insecure..”

Her eyes peeled opened, and he exhaled not even realizing he was holding his breath.

“But I can’t help it..”

With every word she sang, a spell seemed to be casting over him. It was like a trance he couldn’t explain, and he felt the same energy throughout the quaint space. But his vision was tunneled, all he could focus on was the performance she put on before him.

“My mind..says move on,

my heart lags behind.”

Her head fell to the right

“But I don’t love you anymore..

I’m so insecure

Never knew that love did this..”

A flute began to join, over the chorus then to the left, as her body began to move with the sounds of the quartet her eyes closed again as she lost herself in the rhythm

“Ouuuu..ouuu..ouuu..”

The way she carried the sound, made it drift even when she dropped out, the way she made it dance in the minds of who listened. It was like a spark,

“Ouuu..ouuu..ouuu..”

Each time she held it, it was like a strike from a match to its box

“I can’t remember,

The last time I

Felt this way about somebody..”

Her eyes opened, her eyes holding his and the flame started, engulfing him in a blaze of passion, he could feel his slacks grow tighter around his groin,

damn the Hennessy, he always got the same reaction when he drunk it. But he didn’t move an inch to adjust himself, her voice keeping him frozen, illuminating the fire to burn in his chest he was stuck in her groove,

“You’ve done something to my mind

And I can’t control it..”

She sung of a broken heart, that he hadn’t caused yet

“But I don’t love you anymore.”

Her eyes flickered away, and onto the rest of the crowd,

“Yes I do I think..”

“Loving you is wrong.”

“Ouu ouuu ouuu,

ouuu ouuu ouuu..”

“La di da..”

She began to scat

skipping like the

beat of his heart

“dum di..da da..

dum di da..di da..

Dum di da di da…”

She slowed, An unwritten part of the song breaking as the quartet picked up behind her, Until each instrument broke away,

Off until it was only keys, a slow harmony that she joined in a hum until They slowed into a stop.

It was over

And before anything else could be said,

Erik jumped to his feet, and began to clap loudly, he didn’t know if it was the liquor, the memory of his mother weeping silently to the chords of this track back home, or her performance but a tear that he couldn’t stop streaked down his face,

Behind him A loud chorus from the crowd amped like never before, as they gave her a much deserved ovation She smiled, all teeth her eyes on his again, she blew a kiss his way and bowed

As the velvet tattered curtains began to draw, until her and the quarter were out of site, the applause didn’t stop though. They slowed until Erik was the last one left clapping, he didn’t really give a damn that people were looking at him crazy. He wanted her to hear how good she was, he didn’t stop until klaue began to pull on his shoulder to sit him down. He was so entranced, he didn’t pay attention to the touch belonging to the man. He allowed it to seat him.

“The smooth sounds never stop..we’ll be playing all night. Enjoy our intermission. Next up we have the black odyssey..”

The voice of the announcer played through the speakers, as a bustle of conversations started at the surrounding tables

“Well..you certainly enjoyed that performance huh lad?” Klaue chucked, Erik didn’t entertain the man one bit, he took a sip of water like it was the last drop on earth, it had grown Luke warm from sitting but he didn’t mind. Anything to snuff the fire that still held his chest,

He felt klaue move beside him his, body moving towards the bar probably to flag the waitress for his bottomless drinks even though he was well into a stupor, but surprisingly in the next moment he was in his ear like an annoying gnat waiting to be squashed “I have someone I’d like you to meet.” Erik couldn’t contain his annoyance, he was in no mood to meet one of klaues acquaintances, and he could tell. His hand was at his shoulder again shaking him lightly “Aw c’mon killmonger..you won’t regret it.” He urged, Erik placed his glass back on the table, shook off Klaues hand. And prepared himself

“Whatever man.”

He knew the next act was nothing he wanted to see, so after this meet and greet he would lug himself back to his room and dream about the woman with the voice of velvet. Klaue was up first, fixing his tie as if that would hide his drunk was, he stumbled away from his seat, and Erik joined him standing up, allowing him to lead the way. Klaue unsurprisingly made his way to the bar, and Erik joined behind him sluggishly.

“Essence!”

His ears perked up to that..it was her, he watched Klaue make a few steps ahead and hault at the seat before him, there she was perched on a stool supporting her frame with the bar.

He felt like his heart had stopped, even though he could feel it beating rapidly in his chest, he began to walk closer taking his stance in respectable distance behind Klaue. His eyes never leaving the beauty of her face.

“Klaue..”

She didn’t like him, he could tell by the sharpness of her voice, it was bitter to his ears. Subtle enough for klaue to miss, but still cutting through the air. He didn’t know the correlation but the excitement in Klaues voice was far more exuberant, she was pulled from her drink an interesting dark substance her glass, too light to be Hennessy but too dark to be dusse, he wasn’t sure what it was but she was dangerous for sure drinking cognac with no chaser.

He didn’t have to see klaues face to know the man held a snarky smile. He leaned foward placing a small greasy peck on her smooth delicate brown skin, Erik felt his jaw clench. A flash of klaues dead body on the ground in his mind. She said nothing in response, swallowing but he could see her crawling on the inside. Her eyes fluttered past the stain of a man, and onto him, he could feel that spell casting again. Noticing the twinkle in her hazel irises her glass clinched against the wood of the bar “whose this?” His stomach tightened, the sweetness returning to her voice klaue turned his head over his shoulder to look at erik, his icy blue eyes skimming over him, another snarky smile growing on his face “this is my bunkmate killmonger!” She hid her expression well on her face but her eyes didn’t lie, he caught her do a once over. She thought he was attractive, good. Weirdly, that made him nervous.

Klaue did nothing but take up space, talking about how they needed to catch up over dinner, raved about her performance and sent his condolences for her father, he noticed her posture freeze at the mention of her father. She took a big gulp of her drink.

“Thank you..”

it wasn’t warm, it was stale she looked away from him, her eyes back on his own as it to say..save me.

That’s all he needed, he put a hand on klaues right shoulder “aye Klaue Linda just paged me..said she need you back at the hotel.” He whispered

“Awh! That sneaky sonofabitch! I was just starting to catch up.”

“Yeah well it could be serious you should go.”

Klaue sighed, but Erik watched as he brought up the dial to his personal driver to Bring his car around

“Well I apologize Esscence but duty calls..we’ll have to catch up over that dinner.”

He didn’t like the animation in his tone, he was much too happy to talk to her and her expression being such a difference rubbed him the wrong way.

Klaue turned to him “how are you getting back lad?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Klaues expression was a little taken aback, but he said nothing. Turned on his heels, and was out of their presence within seconds

Finally

Erik’s eyes was back on her, she was somewhere else looking off into the distance taking the contents of her drink greatly, he took a seat at the stool next to her.

“Your performance was the best I’ve ever seen.”

He commented, taking her out of her thoughts she looked at him warmly a small smile “thank you so much, that really means a lot to me.” She said that with pure gratitude, they sat in a comfortable silence for a moment taking in each others glare. “My mother she loved that album, and absolutely loved that song, I was waking up every Sunday to those jams.” That made her chuckle “she’s got good taste, it was my daddy’s favorite too.” He saw the drop in her gaze, it was one he knew all too well. It was one of pain..one of loss. she looked away again, sipping at her drink “what’s a Brotha like you doing hanging around the likes of Klaue?” She changed the subject He was slightly disappointed they weren’t talking about something of importance “we work together.” He simply stated her gaze was back on him, curious a furrowed brow her eyes told him she knew exactly what his occupation was but he didn’t want to talk about it it was his turn to change the subject

“What’s a singer like you doing in a spot like this?”

“What’s wrong with this spot?”

She quipped a slight playful attitude in her manner

“Nothing, but you should be at the Grammys with that voice Girl.”

She had nothing to say to that just a slight giggle, and that sound made him never want to hear anything else. He wanted to hear her laugh all the time, make her forget about that hole he know her father left. The same one he know he’ll never fill, until his final mission that is. she took another sip of her drink, and the same bartender from before came over to ask about her tab. She closed it, put a crisp twenty down “thanks shawna.” And looked back him, he could feel Shawna looking between them and he knew, she could feel the energy growing between them by the second. They didn’t have to conversate much, the tone was already set.

“So..You staying for the next show?” She asked taking her glass away from her lips, her eyes back on him “nah.” He ran his tongue across his bottom one, watching her eyes flicker at the sight of his gold caines. “I’ve seen all this place got to offer.” she smiled, her acrylics tapping her glass as she set it back to its place on the mahogany stained wood “oh forreal?” He didn’t have to answer she knew what he said. “the nights still young-“ she broke contact, he could tell she was nervous too nervous to read his own “my homeboys having a get together if you want to fall through.” He tried to hide the smirk growing on his face but she caught the sight of his dimples as her gaze came back to his face, her eyes danced over him, drinking in his attire as she awaited his answer

“Well..what we still doin’ here?”

AN: Hi beauties wanted to finish what I started, I always had big plans for this story and I’ve been trying for years to believe in my writing enough to finish!! So happy new years :3 and happy new me part two coming tmmrw!

-G

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killslumflower · 6 months

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CONFESSIONS

pastor bakari moodboard

Maya wright moodboard

Bio & other parts

Part two

slumflowers master list

TW: Mentions of blood, demon, light smut, bit of angst

kind of a filler/introduction

Bakari ministry

“Mrs. Wright?”

The raspiness of his voice, took your eyes away from the onyx of his desk, and onto his own.

“You were somewhere else again.”

He stated matter of factly, commenting on your focus of everything but the matter at hand, you let out a strained chuckle that fell flatly.

“Yeah..I’m sorry”

You fumbled with the hem of your skirt, smoothing it over the plumpness of your thigh, his eyes were dancing over you. Catching any movement you made

“Don’t be.”

You crossed your ankles together, and fixated your posture off of the smooth velvet of the couch, as his gaze sat at the peak of your dark brown thighs, under the fuschia of your skirt. You caught the swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip, and you swallowed a breath

The humming of the air conditioner was the only sound breaking through the room,

As His stare dragged up your frame, the valley of your thighs to the plumpness of your stomach, the mounds your breast, when they finally reached your face, he did not grace your eyes with his look, instead it continued to drag over your features, your round cheeks, your full lips, the deepness of your cupids bow, the button of your nose it was almost as if he studied the make of them to engrain in his memory, until finally his gaze sat upon your own an unfiltered emotion of desire read underneath the amber brown of his irises

“You can apologize to me, but never be sorry. You aren’t a sorry person so why proclaim yourself as such.” He continued, as if you hadn’t watched him drink your existence in.

“Right..”

You agreed, catching your lips between your tongue which caught his gaze once again.

Silence,

His eyes met yours again but this time he did not open his lips to speak, it was as if he waited on you to do so. It was a moment before you caught the gist, but the intensity of his glare was hyphenating burning holes through your brain as you held it.

“I-I apologize.”

He smiled

“For what exactly Mrs wright?”

The scraping of the wheels from his desk chair, over the wood of the floor alerted your senses. He pushed himself away from his desk and stood up slowly. His eyes never left yours, leaving his place behind his desk he walked around to the front of it, and positioned himself in the same area, the center. Leaning his frame against the edge of the marble, your own gaze lingered taking in his attire of all black. You couldn’t miss the gleam of his gold accessories, a Cuban link adored in diamonds sitting on his collar bone. He left nothing to the imagination with the peak of chest through the silk of his button up, the first three buttons undone

“Mrs. Wright?”

His tone was stern, and it snatched your gaze away from the studying of his own frame. You were back in his stare

“I said for what.”

You bit down on the bottom of your lip, his breath sounded heavier

A heat illuminated in your core

“For not paying attention to you.”

“And?”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion what else was there to possibly say?

His expression faltered into disappointment, he pushed himself away from sitting on the surface of his desk

“You know you do that all the time..”

“During my sermons, at banquets, and now? You won’t even listen to me and we’re alone.”

The mention of your current predicament at being alone with him, in the confinements of his office made you squeeze your thighs together again, you could feel the lace of your underwear stick to your vulva

“I-“

“Im not done speaking.”

His voice had amped in volume but lowered in tone, you tucked your lip back into your mouth gnawing away the blush color of your lipstick, he kept his eyes on you

your skin felt like glass and his gaze was able to look through it. His face held a small scowl..Christ

He was going to be the death of you

“What do you think about?”

He finished

And to that question, a swarm of butterflies kicked in the pit of your stomach. How were you supposed to tell him..it was him.

His golden brown hue, his charismatic demeanor, the deep tone of his voice, the musk of his scent, and that hardened gaze when he became concentrated

Like now

It distracted you from everything, you couldn’t focus on him anytime you were around his presence because he infiltrated your mind so much you didn’t trust yourself around him physically

The clasp of his fingers was tight around your cheeks,

when had he gotten in front of you?

You hadn’t noticed, but the sweltering heat of his frame kept you centered on him, he titled your head back to the cushion behind you to gaze up at him, your curls hanging off the back of the couch

His index finger on his opposite hand trailed on the cup of your breast,

Why was his touch cold?

The apex of his finger like ice, raising goosebumps on your skin

You didn’t know, but you liked it

“I know what you think about.”

His eyes were darker, the once amber color was deepening into a russet, your breath hitched at his hand on your thigh, pushing the right one away from the left, opening them an inch, big enough to let the air push between them and up against your opening.

A small moan escaped your lips, and the bashfulness would have made you turn away but the grip he had on your face didn’t allow you to move at all

“Spread them wider.”

You followed directions and spread your legs as far as your slanted position would allow you. Purposely pushing your lower half towards him,

Your vulva was now exposed to the open air and him, his hand sat inches away resting on the velvet material

the russet color of his irises deepened again into a chocolate shade

“Tell me”

His grip grew tighter, forcing your lips closed it hurt, but you could only hum in response

A wicked smile grew on his face,

as his fingers dipped in between the lace of your underwear and the accumulation of wetness on your opening hooking on to the thin material, you hummed again sweeter than the sharpness of your last at the pleasure of his touch near you. He took it away in an instance, pulling at the lace until it snapped

A soft pop in the atmosphere

You were completely exposed to him, you could feel his fingers tapping lightly at your clit, like soft knocks on a door waiting for permission to enter

He knew the answer, yet he still asked

“You gon let me in Mrs. Wright?”

You nodded Profusely

The dip of his index and middle finger past your entrance made you writhe immediately, your eyes fluttered shut at the impact of this union that ran in your mind everyday,

“Is this what you wanted?”

You hummed again amping in volume at the curl of his fingers inside you, tapping again lightly on your spot

Your Hums were turning into Mewls

“I said is this what wanted!”

His voice was booming, he shook your face between his hand as he quickened his pace inside of you, the undeniable pleasure drastically shifting into pain

A sharpness was growing, piercing at the back of your canal

a stabbing, his once soft fingers feeling like knives

Your eyes shot open, meeting his own which were as onyx as his desk, the white of his sclera overtaken by the pitch black, the golden of his hue replaced by a undeniable scarring red, atop of his head spiraling out in both directions sat horns as black as his eyes, his smile stretched past the apple of his cheeks twisting in a smile wiped of joy, exposing the razor sharp fangs that used to be his teeth, you couldn’t feel your face anymore

It was numbing at the pain, your mewls grew into strained screams through the clasps of your lips causing strings of drool to shoot out of your mouth, the splatter against his face crimson..

blood

He laughed darkly, distortedly

“Maya..”

The sound of his voice was otherworldly, taunting you as the sharpness of his fingers tore past your cervix

“Maya..”

It was clawing at your uterus a thousand foreign objects piercing through your fallopian tube your body was weakening, against the violation

your eyes began to flutter close

“Maya!”

Your eyes shot open, your breath quickening at the rapidness of your heart beat, the light shining through the white of your bedroom curtains was blinding

You felt a hand on you, but unlike the smooth supple touch of pastor Jordan, it was rough callused and dry.

Lance

“Jesus honey you were screaming”

His baritone voice was gruff against your ears, but the feeling of his fingers massaging your head through your satin pink bonnet was helping to calm your breath

you breathed deeply

Out

Lances hand drew back

“You slept past the alarm, we’ve only got a little while until we need to leave, you have to get up my.”

Out

Shakily, the pleasantness never stayed too long with him

The bed felt lighter at the shift of his weight lifting off of it as he stood up, his presence didn’t linger for too long,

With The ping of your kerioug machine chiming downstairs, altering the end of coffee brew the click of his cream gators trailed down the hall,

No questions about your dream, or if you were alright, not an offer of comfort just..gone Leaving you to sit in your bed alone, like you did quite often these days, sundays were the only day you ever saw your husband past 5 hours.

You sighed, wiping away the coldness of your sweat that clumped around your forehead with the back of your hand, taking a moment to gather your emotions.

You stretched your arms up to align your back, and swung your legs off the edge of your bed. The coldness of the floor making your feet draw back, and wiggle more to the right for your fluffy pink bunny slippers.

You stood your body up, shuffling across your bedroom, to your walk in closet you took time to analyze your side of it to thee right, through your wide range of clothes your acrylics lightly skimming over the eccentric fabrics, you were in the mood you were always in;

Pink

You haulted in your movement When your acrylics landed on one of your favorites dresses, sheer cream material, off the shoulder moment with a simple yet elegant floral pink print, the dress glaring at the ends in ruffles right at your thighs. It was the right length, not to short, not to long. But just enough, below your rack of clothes were your rack of shoes but as your eyes scanned for the pair you adorned you were hit with a moment of realization to the rest of your shoes on the top shelf, above your rack. You quickly revert and grasp at a black box with the designer brand “ny circus” as you opened the box, you picked out your Michelle stilettos heels a punk pink color, with flaring ruffles over the toe of the shoe, small chunky heel, topped off with a little diamond heart on the strap around the ankle. With your outfit nearly completed you returned back to your bedroom, and laid your ensemble out on your bed. When you placed your heels down, you were off to your white dresser to get your undergarments, and made a direct line to the master bathroom.

“We leave in 20 my!”

Lances call from the bottom of the stairs was muffled by the closing of the door, you looked in the mirror taking in your reflection, and instantly the Remenets of your dream were collecting back into the forefront of your memory, you wiped your right hand down your face

What the fuck was that?

You turned the sink on letting the water run cold and splashed some on your face, hoping the cooling pellets would wash away the image of the scarlet red pastor Jordan’s skin held..

As you wiped away the cold water from your face you made your way to the stand up shower, your fingers pressing lightly on the glass of the door to slide it open, you turned the handle to warm, dropping the satin of your robe and peeling the satin bonnet away from your nest of coils,

you stepped over the threshold and let slid your body under the warmth of the water, the water ran slowly down your face and yet the only image that was refreshed was the way he touched you..his fingers stretching you out around them, opening you up for him that menacing scowl he held, and firm grasp around your cheeks.

You closed your eyes, and let the heat of the water caresses your skin

Letting your fears out and down into the shower drain

The clack of your heels down the last step, made lance lift his head from his coffee. You could see him through the archway of the dining room, He remained seated at your dining room table, a cozy circular table in the middle of the room, his nail was tapping at the oak. He was irritated, you could see it in his eyes peeking over his black mug, but you didn’t care. You passed him by, and entered your kitchen hoping to have your hibiscus rose tea in hand.

But of course, lance only thought about himself. You walked to the grantient of your kitchen counter, reaching to your white mug cabinet you picked your favorite blush pink mug that read “good morning beautiful” and then pulled at the drawer at your pelvis to retrieve your tea strainer and silver table spoon, and then at the white jar that sat next to your kitchen knife set, a golden knob handle right at the top. Which held your loose leaf hibiscus, you placed your tablespoon inside to get a good collection of the herb

“You’re wearing that?”

Lance’s tone was stale and flat, cutting through your mood of joy you were attempting to maintain. You could feel his presence at the entrance of your kitchen, his glare was burning on your frame

“Yes.”

You stated simply

You clicked open your tea strainer, and took your spoon from your jar, and over to the strainer placing a small amount inside.

Lance chuckled, an unhumuorus short ended laugh

“You know those ladies already drew up a meeting about that..”

old bitches

You remembered vividly, the front row of pews was decided to the elders of bakari ministry you thought of it of a sign of nobility and humanity from pastor Jordan but as you started attending every sunday, you were made aware of the pure messiness of the elders..all women, the grandness of their church hats and fans were to hide the gossiping they did under their breaths, you noticed the whispers and the coldness of glares on you when you walked past for collection day and on your third week in attendance you were made aware of a Council meeting that was held by the “ladies of bakari.” As they deemed themselves on the “presentation of a godly woman.” Which you were made aware by a very public, flyer pinned to the bulletin board.

You decided to attend Unbeknownst to the alterior motive, but once you attended you were quickly made aware of the targeting as the entire sermon was about the sheer inappropriate nature of attire worn by woman, presentations on how to properly present. And godly “actions” everything that was listed on ungodly was 99.5 percent of closet you were uncomfortable, and quite literally disrespected by the approach of these women. You left with an unsettling sour taste in your mouth, and not just from elder Esther’s dry potato salad

That you brought it pastor bakaris attention, as to why in the hell he glorified the disgusting behaviors of them.

The following week, the ladies of bakari were no longer in business. You never heard of another meeting after, they kept their places at the front. But with not as so much as a peep, when you walked past.

“So?”

You didn’t grace him with your stare, you focused at the task on hand placing the lid of the jar back on top, and opening the one matching one next to digging your spoon inside to collect the rose petals

“So maybe you shouldn’t wear that..it’s honestly quite inappropriate.”

You let go of the handle of the spoon, letting it clink against the jar, snapping your head to the right of you.

“It sounds like you’re the one with the problem.”

Your attempted control of expression was faltering, at the absolute audacity of this nigga.

His expression was much to cool under the rising of your own emotion, his body was leaned up against the archway of the entrance his legs crossed together, his lips tucked into a straight line, with his arms crossed over his chest

He took a moment of silence before he responded

“I’m just saying Maya, you don’t want these people having the wrong impression of you.”

“And what impression would that be exactly?”

He looked at you, silently of course he couldn’t even be man enough to finish his statement

You continued

“Ain’t nobody think-“

“Ain’t?”

You rolled your eyes, you couldn’t even explain yourself without correction. Couldn’t wear your favorite dress, couldn’t even fucking dream. You turned back to your mug, your appetite ruined completely

“that situation was handled weeks ago.”

“Impressions are lasting Maya.”

Who the fuck cares?

“I don’t care what they think, I know exactly who I am.”

“you’re the only one who has seem to forgotten.”

Silence,

Nothing but the clack of his gators trailing away from the entry way, the scrape of the chair from the dining room table, the plop of his body weight onto the cushion and the whistle from your kettle alerting the boil point of your water

The air was crisp in the chapel of bakari ministry, a change in the humidity of Georgias summer climate you silently cursed again at your forgetfulness of a jacket again as you entered into the lobby, a bustle of energy. The scatteredness of the attending congregation at every corner of the crimson carpet broke off into sections of families, couples, friends and, hm..elders in their own private conversations passing the time before second service commenced.

You had missed lances intended preference of first service, as you took purposefully long to make your grand cup of tea after the attempt of his disrespect. He said nothing on your 13 minute drive to church, you were very aware of his Irritation yet again, the tension was thick and filled the small space on your shared grey Range Rover, but you had no intention of giving an absolute fuck.

Besides, you enjoyed second service the energy seemed to come alive so fully then. Like now, you completely ignored the presence of your husband next to you and enjoyed the experience of watching the joy of all those around you. Each person had a smile on their face, no matter where they were. Bakari ministry seemed to bring the best out of everyone, even the messy elders. And besides them, and the usual church folk antics..everyone was pretty friendly.

You reminisced on your nervousness of joining a new church 5 months ago when you and lance uprooted from your hometown Nevada and relocated in Georgia for his job, you were aware that while you were a woman of faith. The systematic creation of religion, could brainwash people into the worse of themselves and most people created a sense of righteousness in arrogance, creating a nasty atmosphere. The most important piece of the running of a church was the pastor, and you had encountered many bad ones.

the whispers you heard of bakari ministry..especially of pastor Jordan, like how he was a man of the devil. How in the world was he a ripe age of 30 and had enough money to own the biggest mega church of all the states? why did he choose the interior of black and crimson red, such dark colors for a man of his occupation? How could he be a suitable pastor and be single?

You were weary when lance suggested it, but when you joined you were soon calmed by the nature of the church, it was a place of acceptance. With outreach programs of black education classes equipping the black Community with tips and guidance, protection of the homeless population, with food banks and an entire west wing dedicated to temporary housing.

additional programs for rehabilitation and job training, LGBTQIA+ program which offered education, free clinical support, and care to those HIV and AIDS affected, protection and counseling from those in the community to help others accept themselves, and protection and refuge to those who had been exiled from their families, a grand public library in the F wing, free and sustainable daycare in the W wing which also helped families gain section 8 and welfare, with an addition to assistance in programs for to be parents in options of Abortion or adoption.

That was simply the tip of the iceberg of his work, pastor Jordan was an excellent and generous man in his work. And he, himself was absolutely stunning..a tall glass of smooth brown muscle..or sex on legs. As you called him with your friend Fatimah, another wife you befriended on your second week, your last brunch was filled with the two of you talking shit and giggling over bottomless mimosas

“Good mornin’ Mrs Wright..”

you knew that smooth southern drawl anywhere, Pastor Bakari approached you with a bright, warm smile. The way he walked with a purpose, barely making a wrinkle in that smooth velvet suit a nice cool burgundy tone, satin black bow tie, Black loafers. The gold of His cufflings shined like diamonds

“Good morning pastor..”D

Your breath was light and airy, He smiled again handsomely, his eyes holding yours for more than than the allotted time of a gaze you felt lances hard and unwavering touch, his arm wrapped around you gripping at your waist to bring you closer to his side, clearing his throat obnoxiously. The pastor shifted his gaze, never losing his Million dollar smile “Mornin’ to you Mr. Wright it’s good to see you man, you catch that game last night?”

Lance was all chuckles, he lost his grip on your waist quickly being enamored by pastors attention being on him..typical

“How could I miss it! Man morehouse was unstoppable!”

“Always!”

The two men were laughing amongst themselves, as you stood like a fly on shit beside them

“I wanted to talk to you about something pastor..” as their laughter died down, Lances serious tone made you curious..you looked at him

“What you need Patna’ ”

You adored the fact Pastor never changed up for anybody

“Me And My wife were wondering about the marriage consoling..I heard you were doing them yourself and I think you’re the only person that can help us.”

The fuck?

Your eyes cut, and your posture became rigid..when did yall ever decide anything..he decided and like everything else in your marriage he failed to think or consider you

You couldn’t hide your distaste, pastor Bakari caught the glimpse of your contorted face

“Yeah I’m still open. Acutally, how about y’all stop by after service so we can get started.” His eyes never left your face, you could feel it soaking in your side profile as you tried to focus on everything else other than the increasing thoughts of snapping your husbands neck in front of everyone.

Lance was elated beside you practically jumping out his skin at the confirmation “that’s great to hear pastor! We will be there first thing.”

“Good.”

“Mrs. Wright?”

Is tone had changed, the soft baritone was warming..you looked at him

“Yes pastor?”

“You look stunning in that dress.”

The compliment was overtly to your frame, you didn’t miss the emotion in his eye or the quick drag down your body.

Shivers

You felt lance stifle

Before anything else could be said, pastor Jordan peeled off walking off in your direction, when he passed you could smell the cleaness of his cologne..sandalwood?

Mercy..this would an interesting session

AN: hi my beautiful baddies! In honor of spooky month I’m bringing you this anticipated very unholy series

I have some special tings coming for kinktober and of course hoodoo heritage month so stay tuned!!

As I’ve mentioned before I am a procrastinator and am often hit with writers block, juggling my career of a musical artist and content creator also consumes my time! But hey this is me disproving that ;)

I hope you guys enjoyed!!

-A

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