His thumb rubs over her lips, feeling the smoothness though swollen. Their naked bodies are tangled; neither know where one begins and ends. He always imagined sharing this intimacy with Shuri, finding peace within each other's embrace. "You are so beautiful." Shuri breaks into a fit of giggles making Namor raise his eyebrows. Shuri shakes her head, placing her hand on his face and pulling him into a kiss.

"You are so good to me. I feel glad my melanin hides my blush." Shuri admits. Moving her hand gently up and down his forearm, her eyelids feeling heavy.

"You need to rest; you took a lot today. I didn't mean to overdo it."

"NO, it was perfect. It felt amazing. You put all my ex-lovers to shame; it felt wonderful to be ruined by you." At those words, Namor's chest swelled with pride hearing her. His forehead rests upon hers. "The serotonin in my brain is making me into fits of giggles. I'm floating and don't want to go back down."

"I am glad you are in good spirits, mi amore." Shuri tries to snuggle herself more into him as if she isn't close enough. He smelled of the ocean, sweat, and something she could not pinpoint at the moment, but it smelled divine. "Go to sleep, Shuri. I will be here when you wake up." Nodding in agreement, she yawned and closed her eyes, instantly drifting off to sleep feeling safe and warm in his embrace. "I will spend every moment showing you how much I love you. Even when you are old and grey, there will never be a moment you can imagine yourself undesirable. I will never stop making love to you; that is my vow." smiling sadly, he can not help but think how truly the world is such a cruel place. Deciding at this very moment, he will cherish every moment, remember every detail, and draw every memory made. Once her heat cycle is complete, he will adequately ask her hand in marriage and inform her mother of his plans. Whether she approves of it or not, nothing can stop him from making her his queen in the eyes of Wakanda and Talokan. One step at a time, their life together will be fruitful, and their home will be filled with the pitter-patter of little feet. Seeing her share her knowledge with their little ones will be a sight. One day when the time comes, he will be happy to reunite with her in the ancestral planes and watch their family together happily. Chuckling to himself, she would chastise him for not enjoying himself in the present if she knew what he was thinking. It is impressive to be cursed by a priest to be called a man without love; he is a fool because he is wrong. Even if she can not say it now, he knows deep down without any doubt he holds her heart, and she holds his. He does not regret a single action he has done to get here, and when she wakes up, Namor will retake her, this time in the bed he has made for her pinned underneath him.

Vulnerability is foreign to him, yet he enjoys this feeling he shares with her. He couldn't stop thinking how cute she looked, sleeping peacefully in his arms. When his hand softly moves between the midsection of her back, she wiggles a little more into his chest as a soft sigh escapes her lips. He can only imagine the fit her mother will have once Shuri returns to Wakanda after her heat cycle. "you're tiny."

"Shut up and go to sleep." Cocking his head back in surprise.

"Weren't you sleeping?"

"Yes, and you woke me up by calling me tiny. You infuriating giant." Namor chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"You love this infuriating giant." Shuri hit him in his chest with the back of her hand, "Sorry, my love. Go back to sleep."

"Don't tell me you have been watching me sleep."

"You're so beautiful I couldn't resist." Cupping her face, gently tilting her head up just a bit enough so he could kiss her. He can't get enough of kissing her. Whenever they kiss, he finds himself at peace and lost for words. He somehow ends up silenced and, at the same time, still able to speak.

"No more. Your kissing leads to things that I am not ready for right now. Also, I still feel the effects of what we did three hours ago. I feel you will want to retake me, and with your stamina, that is insanely unrealistic and only ever dreamed of." Namor couldn't help but laugh and met with a hard smack on his chest. "shut up and let me go to sleep."

"As you wish. You are a very bossy tiny woman."

"You love this bossy tiny woman."

"I thought this bossy tiny woman wanted to sleep?"

"Shut up."

It had only been three days, yet Ramonda felt it had been years since she last saw her daughter. The thought of her daughter bedding that man annoyed her. Well, it did not irritate her, but she still planned on marrying her daughter when she was probably thirty-five. It is also so posted to be an excellent Wakandan man, not some guy who rules a hidden underwater kingdom. Especially with how much trouble he had caused. Why did her daughter secretly desire that pain in the ass? He wanted war, and somehow he ended up with no battle, an alliance, and now he ends up with her daughter. "T'Challa, I swear your sister is still full of surprises, and just when I have gotten her under control, something else ends up happening, and I am still left surprised." taking a sip of her tea, she couldn't help but smile to herself. "Bast, you gave me a genius child but a troublesome one too."

Since she first discovered she was pregnant with Shuri, she imagined all the tea times, social events, dresses, and boys they would talk about. Everything she had done with her mother, but no, she had to have the complete opposite. She just had to have a child that hated traditions, went hiding when she tried to find her and had a blow torch in her hand eighty percent of the time. Shuri always convinced her older brother with her pranks without realizing what he had walked into and somehow escaped getting in trouble with her baba. It scared her that she had given birth to a mastermind manipulating princess. Maybe it didn't scare her, but she couldn't figure out where she got her personality. Seriously, where did she come from? Well, her, of course.

"T'Chaka, I swear you have hidden someone in your family that is enjoying my suffering. Out of every man in this world, she doesn't even choose someone from Wakanda." Shaking her head, she took another sip of her tea. "It just had to be the ruler of Talokan. A five-hundred-year-old mutant."