seven

                                    

                                          

"You know, sometimes, I'm over your bullshit." Hosanna threw a pillow at Erik. 
                          
"Yeah? Well, every goddamn day, I'm over yours." Erik rolled his eyes and tossed the pillow back. 
                          
Hosanna blew a raspberry and Erik screwed her, muttering, "childish ass." Under his breath. 
                          
"Oh, keep talking, nigga. I don't wanna hear you call it a fat ass again."
                          
"It's mine and imma call it what I like." He grabbed the pillow and threw it in her face. 
                          
They play fighted for a while and this was when Hosanna knew, this nigga's strength was nothing to be messed with. She was crushed under his weight and he had her hands pinned up above her head as she squirmed beneath him. 
                          
His grip was so firm and solid, Hosanna had to bury her face in the pillows to avoid herself grinning like a fool. 
                          
Erik's phone went off and he grabbed it, peering at the caller ID as he single handedly locked Hosanna's arms in that position.
                          
He picked it up and listened for the person on the other side, after noticing that Hosanna was listening intently to his conversation, he switched his language, from English to Xhosa, the native tongue of the Wakandans. 
                          
Hosanna huffed and sat underneath him, trapped. 
                          
Once he had finished his conversation, he looked at her, "What?"
                          
"You sound sexy when you speak Xhosa." Hosanna grinned. 
                          
Erik scoffed, "Then we need to redefine your definition of sexy." He climbed off her and Hosanna frowned, "Stay here and don't come out, I got visitors."
                          
He left the room and locked it before going to answer the front door. 
                          
Hosanna mimicked him, as if she was gonna stay inside!
                          
She crept out, where she held muffled voices, coming from the sitting room. 
                          
She had almost completed her stealth mission when she saw him. 
                          
Oh shit! She thought, that's King T'Challa. 
                          
She backed away slowly before bumping into one of Erik's vases and knocking it over, smashing it. 
                          
"Oops." She could hear Erik in the sitting room growling. 
                          
Surprisingly, it wasn't Erik, that invited her in, it was T'Challa. 
                          
"Since you've made your presence know, why don't you come and join us?"
                          
Hosanna straightened out her braids and fixed her clothes before emerging. 
                          
Her eyes skipped over Erik's angry ones and we're captivated my T'Challa's. 
                          
"Oh my God." She looked at Erik, then back at T'Challa, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to stare—"
                          
"Yes she does." Snorted Erik. 
                          
She stared daggers into him, "I....I'm Hosanna." She took his outstretched hand and shook it, resisting the urge to fan girl. 
                          
"N'Jadaka, you didn't tell me you had such a fine companion." He smiled at her and she melted. 
                          
"Not my companion. And don't you have a lady friend? How many times do I gotta tell you, it's Erik."
                          
Hosanna looked at him, "Erik isn't your name?"
                          
"It is." He said at the same time T'Challa said, "it isn't"
                          
T'Challa continued, "It's more an American name, one for his "outside" duties. And, yes I do have a lady friend. But that doesn't mean we can't be friends?" He smiled again at her. 
                          
Erik growled, "No way that shit's happening, get away from her."
                          
Hosanna slapped Erik's arm, "Erik! That is a King! Have more respect!"
                          
"Respect, my ass."
                          
Hosanna recoiled in shock. 
                          
T'Challa laughed, "He's always like this. But I can tell you make him happy. I feel like we'll be seeing more of each other, Hosanna. Until then, take care of N'Jadaka." T'Challa nodded and left the room. 
                          
"Oh my God! That was King T'Challa! No, fucking, way! Did you see the way he looked at me, he definitely wants my tea! Just call me Queen Hosanna because—"
                          
Erik flopped onto the chair, "Shut up and sit your ass down."
                          
She plopped next to him, "N'Jadaka? I like it. It's better than Erik."
                          
"No, it's not. And you're pronouncing it funny so stop saying it."
                          
Hosanna ignored him, "Can I call you that from now on?"
                          
"No."
                          
"I bet good pussy and a blowjob would say yes."
                          
N'Jadaka laughed, "Not this time."
                          
"Alright, N'Jadaka. Bet." 
                          
She grinned as she got on her knees.