Shuri left mouth gapped; eyes widened in disbelief before settling into anger. "Your mother is a bitch." Okoye sighed, shrugging her shoulders.
"I am used to it." Okoye brushes it off.
"Stop doing that." Shuri begins shaking her friend roughly by her shoulders, trying to get some sense into her. "She has no right to say that to you. You should never be used to it." releasing her, she sighed in frustration. "You deserve to be happy. You do not need to settle; you shouldn't. You deserve so much more." Okoye smiled lightly.
"Thank you, princess." Shuri raised her left eyebrow. "Thank you, Shuri." Okoye watched her friend break into a giant smile.
"So, what are you going to wear?" Okoye's eyes widened.
"I don't know." Shuri looked at her in shock.
"HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT TO WEAR?" Okoye's eyes widened in terror as Shuri smiled in excitement.
"Don't you have to go back to Fishman?" Okoye tilted her head. What a perfect way to get rid of her.
"Nice try; you also have a Fishman too." Okoye's smile depleted.
"Fuck you." Okoye rolled her eyes.
"My future husband does that, but you can find your outfit while I'm here so yours can finally ram his cock into you." Okoye blushed at the thought, remembering the feeling of his length. Shuri gasped in excitement. "You saw it." She squealed in excitement, and Shuri shook her head.
"I felt it," Okoye admitted blushing even more, biting her bottom lip. "It's big." Shuri jumped up, screaming in excitement.
"SO IS MINE." Okoye pulled back in shock.
"quite down before he hears you." Scolding her seemed only to excite Shuri more.
"He can hear all he wants. K'uk'ulkan declared it himself; wait till you hear Attuma." Okoye sat still, leaning on the wall. Her mind plays over the memory of Attuma declaring his intentions as she blushes.
"Attuma will come to his senses and realize courting me is a mistake." Shuri sighed, shaking her head, thinking how stupid Okoye is, knowing damn well her mate hears them and will snitch in a heartbeat. Excited by the mere thought, she decided to raid the small closet and satchel.
"Shut up already. I'm just waiting for Attuma to fuck common sense into you. Now let's figure out what you're going to wear already. I can already feel myself becoming unsettled." Okoye needed clarification on her words. "After my heat is over, I will tell you." Shuri smiled excitedly at the thought of returning to her nest. Ironic to call it a nest, but technically speaking, it is. He had done his best to prepare it for her to prepare it for them. Remembering the first time they met, she couldn't deny his looks, but more so, she couldn't deny his charisma and a new problem to solve. It took her weeks to figure out how he could get into Wakanda without being detected.
When it came to the second time meeting him, she couldn't deny her emotional desire for him. Again the way he carried himself reminded her of her brother. No, he exudes confidence far better than T'Challa did, far better than her father or any other man. He was brutal; she couldn't understand that even when knowing the person he wanted to kill was a child, he didn't seem to care. He was straightforward and clear Wakanda had no choice but to accept his offer, and he was willing to go to war. She understood his desire to protect his people. What ruler wouldn't? His actions would cause so much tragedy; she was convinced she could change his mind. She wanted to learn so much about his people and their technology. She couldn't forget the moment they first kissed; he had held her close to him, and when his mouth explored her body, mainly her chest. He was rough and gentle. She mentally cussed Nakia and her mother for fucking everything up; She couldn't blame her mother for wanting to bring her back home safely.
A striking desire began to burn deep inside as she realized the length of being away from him had shortened again. Sending a signal out to him, she quickly helped Okoye pick out her outfit. Smiling at his closeness, Shuri said her goodbyes, wishing Okoye luck just as Namor arrived to get her.
Okoye paced back and forth in her room, waiting for Attuma to show up. She couldn't remember the last time she was on a date, and yet she was excited about this. The memory of his lips on hers brought a smile to her face. Attuma kissed her like a man hungry for his prey. His big body holding her tight made her shiver throughout her body. Minutes felt like hours before she heard him clear his throat, letting her know of his presence. He entered with a facial expression that worried her. Did he change his mind? The thought of him decided not to court her terrified her, unbeknownst that Attuma could see it for himself.
"Forgive me. I had planned to take you to the surface, but the seas are rough due to the storm." Okoye exhaled a breath of relief. "Another time, I promise to take you somewhere special."
"Would you like to stay here for a while?" Okoye asked, relieved that their date was postponed; Atttuma still wanted her.
"Actually, I had prepared everything at my place. I wish to take you."
"I am not sleeping with you." Okoye became angry. Did he think that she would so quickly sleep with him? What kind of woman did he take her for?" Attuma chuckled.
"I had only wished to have still what you surface dwellers call a picnic." Okoye felt stupid and blushed in embarrassment. "Trust me, in due time, I will properly bed my wife when the time is right."
This bitch.