A Shark in the Water
Characters: T’Challa x Reader
Content: Fluff; Romance in/by a lake; sunrise; foreshadowing of sex
Word Count: 550
“Good morning, beautiful…”
You felt warm breath on your cheek and a presence over your body. You wouldn’t call yourself a light sleeper but you were typically alert when sleeping in strange or new spaces. Your eyes popped open at the feel of a body and they squeezed back shut when the light from outside met your eyes. T’Challa kissed your cheek, but you groaned and dug your face into your pillow.
“The sunrise is beautiful. Look,” he said.
You opened one eye, then lifted your head to see with the other. The sun peeked over the lake, and the sky was painted with reds, oranges, and blue. Warmth filled your heart and you smiled.
“It is beautiful,” you said.
You felt the mattress dip behind you. T’Challa rose from the bed and took his body heat with him. He walked to the window and revealed his naked self to the nature outside. Butterflies rushed your stomach at the sight of his lean silhouette. He looked back at you, catching you staring.
“I think we should take a swim,” he said. He slithered over to the bed and sat beside you.
“A swim? This early?”
“It will do the body good. The mind, as well.” He kissed your forehead.
After a little bit more convincing, you finally put on your swimwear and flip flops, and joined T’Challa outside. The morning air was cool and refreshing. Nature’s own caffeine, you could say. T’Challa walked right into the cool waters but you stayed back for a moment–just to breathe in the clean air. You closed your eyes and listened to the chirping birds and the splish-splash of water, as T’Challa navigated through.
“Are you coming in?” he asked.
You opened your eyes and walked to the lake. Then, you kicked off your flip flops, took a deep breath, and stuck a toe in the water. T’Challa burst into laughter. You rolled your eyes.
“What are you laughing at?” you asked as you dipped your entire foot in.
“What is that, that you’re doing? It’s not an ocean–there are no sharks!”
“It’s just…a little dirty, T…” you whined.
“Do you not go to the beach?” he asked.
“Do you get in the water? What about the pool?” he probed.
You sighed and rolled your eyes.
“They clean pools, though,” you grumbled to yourself.
T’Challa waded in your direction and held out his hand. You took it and let him pull you in, then he pulled you close to him.
“Is it bad, still?” he asked.
You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s not bad.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his—exchanging a sweet, innocent, morning kiss. Suddenly, the temperature began to warm up between you two. You slipped your tongue into T’Challa’s mouth, and he placed his hands on your hips—his long fingers dangled over the top of your cheeks. Then, he gripped them. Suddenly, you felt something stiffen between the two of you.
“I thought you said there weren’t any sharks in the water,” you mumbled with a smirk.
He chuckled and gave you a slow peck on the lips.
“Let’s go back inside.”
You let out a hearty laugh. Then, the two of you sloshed through the waters to get back into the house for your morning exercise.