Very, very obviously NSFW. I couldn't NOT write this after watching CA:CW. This is shameless smut and I enjoyed writing every minute of it.

This may or may not evolve into more but I'm marking it complete for now. Thanks for all the feedback everyone!

Chapter Three: One Night Stand

"I don't want this to end," she begged, bringing her hands up to touch his face. Her fingers were more callused than he'd thought, her thumbs memorizing his face as he'd memorized her lips. "I don't…"

...

The next thing she knew she was being pushed against the wall of her entranceway, fumbling for her keys as she tried to unlock her front door. His tongue lined the seam of her lips, begging for entrance that she definitely gave. She groaned as he sucked on her tongue, making her drop her keys as she grasped the back of his neck and pulled him closer.

His hands were magic, running down her hips to pull them against his in a delicious way. His thumbs worked their way under her top, rubbing circles against her hip bones as he continued devouring her. She'd been kissed before—hell, she'd slept with a few guys on her "European adventure"—but she'd never been kissed so thoroughly and so well.

She groaned as he pulled her hips towards his and she could feel the stirring of a rather prominent erection. Growing tired of the clothing between them, she started unbuttoning his shirt from the neck down. The wet fabric made it hard to do anything, especially take off.

He chuckled two octaves lower than his normal voice and pulled away to nip at her neck. "Patience, child, the night has only begun." He was the one to grab the keys from the ground and let them inside. She barely had time to mentally disarm the security system before they both became a crisp right there. He then locked it behind them before grabbing her and pulling her close, moving her towards her small living room. His eyes bored into hers like a fire in her veins. "Is this what you want?"

Shandi couldn't find the words. She never felt safe when someone was in her house. She'd been on the run for so long that all she wanted was someone to touch, even if it was for just one night. She was stupid to think that he'd stay for her.

"Use your words," he breathed against her lips with a teasing tone to his voice. When she opened her eyes, though, she saw that there was nothing teasing about his expression.

She barely breathed out a yes before he reached for her face and pulled her up until his chapped lips seared against hers. She grasped his forearms for support as she stretched up on her tiptoes, trying to find leverage against his lips.

He kissed her thoroughly. It'd been so long since she'd kissed a man but she'd never been kissed like her life depended on it. He tasted like peppermint and smoke, like he'd brushed his teeth but he'd been out playing with dragons and drinking some scotch. His calloused hands were huge against her face before he drug them down her neck, shoulders, to land on her waist like a kid at a Christian school dance.

She ran her fingers up his muscled arms to his chest, pushing him backwards. His knees hit the couch and he smirked, falling back but pulling her with him. Her squeak of terror was muffled as he brought his lips back to hers. Straddling him, she bit his lower lip and pulled, opening his mouth to her tongue. He pulled her close, using a hand on her ass to angle her hips just right. She could feel his heat as he settled between her thighs, using the hand still on her ass to move her hips in rhythm with his. Every muscle on his body tensed and moved underneath her.

Shandi pulled away for breath but he just took to attacking her neck instead. She found it hard to catch her breath and her head was spinning slightly from the alcohol still in her system. "T-T'Challa," she groaned as he sucked on the area between her neck and shoulder. He hummed against her skin before giving that same area a nip. She hissed between her teeth, needing to say something before they got too far. "It's, ah…it's been a while."

He gave a gentle kiss to the red skin there and then again on the side of her cheek. Its sweetness brought tears to her eyes. He made eye contact and put his forehead against hers. "It has been for me, as well." He sounded pretty breathless, too. It made her feel more powerful. "With my position...many are too afraid to even speak to me, let alone make the first move."

She pushed against his shoulder and couldn't help but smile at his shit-eating grin. His breath smelled a little of alcohol, but so did hers. A little liquid courage never hurt anyone. He used his hands to pull her hips against him once more and she couldn't help but let out a moan. The alcohol helped all of the heat travel downwards where his hot body was pushed against hers. His voice helped, too. That accent.

Shandi bit her lip and ran her hands up his muscular arms, loving the feel of them. His eyes went dark and he lost the playful smile. He used his thumb to brush against that lip so she released it.

"Do not bite your lip," he said softly, his tongue slipping out to wet his chapped lips, running his nose down her cheek to nip at her ear, "that is my job." He breathed in her scent and bit the skin under her jaw. It hurt but he soothed the bite with a kiss and a gentle lick of his tongue. She used her nails to scratch along his shoulders.

His chapped lips were trailing further down into the V-neck of her shirt. His hips were doing delicious things against her center. His zipper was placed perfectly that when she angled her hips, she got just the right stimulation against her underwear.

She bit her lip at the same time that she let out a muffled whine. His reaction was almost instantaneous—he bit down on her collarbone and ran his hands up under her skirt, settling on her hips, his nails digging into her skin. His large hands on her hips did something to her; she was a strong, independent woman but damn it if she didn't want to be dominated with those hands. His calloused fingers played with the lines of her underwear before he met her eyes.

Shandi wasn't sure what she looked like because she wasn't sure what she was feeling. She wanted him with all of the fire in her being. Her powers felt ready to burst if he didn't touch her more, threatened to reveal herself to this handsome, kind, amazing man. She was also terrified. She barely knew him but she needed this. She needed him to make her stop feeling like a scared little girl who couldn't control her powers.

She was tired of the clothing between them. She started at the bottom of his shirt and tugged impatiently at the buttons, her shaking hands having issues getting the small things through the even smaller holes. He grasped her jittery hands and caressed the palms with his thumbs. "Calm," he breathed softly, his forehead against hers once more. "We have all the time in the world."

She kissed him softly this time. Not sloppy and crazy, but loving and tender. The button-up was discarded on the floor, leaving his beautiful chest bare. She ran her fingers against the skin of his stomach and closed her eyes at how grounded it made her feel to touch another person's skin in an intimate way. All she ever did was touch machines. And, while it filled her with purpose, sometimes a woman just needed to touch and be touched.

He pulled away and placed a sweet kiss in the V of her shirt. She couldn't help but smile and run her hands against his shoulders. This is real. Shandi had never seen such a perfect specimen of man. His chest was smooth and hairless, chiseled and shining in the dim light of the living room. She explored and touched, noting the slight flinch when she trailed his sides and wanted to hold that in her mind for later. She kissed right where his heart would be and lingered for a little too long.

He sighed, his hands finally working again as they pushed her shirt up and massaged every inch of skin they found. Her shirt bunched higher and higher until he tired of it and rid her of hers. She hated that she didn't own fancy underwear—a mechanic didn't need that kind of frivolity. Her plain black bra seemed to be okay with him, though, and he kissed along her shoulder until his lips met one strap. He slid that one down and trailed his lips lower.

Shandi arched her back to allow him better access, putting more pressure against his crotch and making them moan in unison. His lips kissed the tops of her breasts that were aching to be free from the slightly-too-small bra before sliding the other strap down her shoulders. She'd never met a man who knew how to take off a bra but he found the clasp in the front and slid the damned thing from her shoulders.

She wasn't small but she wasn't big. She was proportional. She wasn't thin and she wasn't overweight. She wasn't fit like his bodyguard Dora but she wasn't as large as her mother. She'd never been self-conscious before so she tried to hide herself.

"Ah-ah," he sighed against the top of one breast, grasping her wrists with one hand and pulling them behind her. This presented her breasts to him perfectly. "Do not hide yourself with me. I want to know all of you." The animal quality in his eyes scared and excited her.

"T'Challa," she groaned as he used his free hand to tweak one nipple while his lips surrounded the other. He was a master with his tongue and made her gasp and melt under his ministrations. He didn't spend long there after doing the same to the other breast, instead dragging his nose along her sternum and down towards her bellybutton. He pulled on her arms, making her arch her back further to allow him to reach.

Suddenly they were flipped; he pushed her down into the cushions of the couch and he was towering over her, his smoldering eyes challenging her to say something about his dominance. She didn't want to, though—it made her hot and want him to completely dominate her in bed.

He found the button on the side of her skirt and easily drug the material down her hips, leaving her only in a pair of black silk underwear similar to the bra which was discarded somewhere in small room. She needed to return the favor as he was still wearing way too much clothing. It was a sin to keep that body covered in fabric.

Their eyes didn't leave each other's as she thumbed open the button on his pants and slid them down his thin hips…and there was nothing underneath. He kicked them off and towered over her in naked, muscled glory. She let her hands roam as he nuzzled her neck, placed love bites and kisses along the thin column of skin. She'd always wanted to grab his ass so she did and moaned when she felt no give to the muscles there.

He was such a perfect specimen, how did he choose her?

Curiosity and liquid courage made her reach down and grasp what turned out to be a rather large dick. He wasn't long but he was thick. That shouldn't have been a surprise to her but Shandi still swallowed hard as she looked down and caressed him. She couldn't see much in the dim lighting but she knew by the feel that she'd never had something that size in her.

Her hand stimulated him as he ran his hands up and down her bare thighs. His thumbs rubbed at the crease between thigh and womanhood. She felt herself blushing as he spoke in that deep accented voice. "You are so beautiful, ikhaya lam."

She flushed at the foreign name he'd given her and couldn't stop from replying, "I was thinking the same thing." He laughed and thrust into her hand, right in front of her cloth-covered opening, and she found herself pulling him closer. She wanted to see how well those muscled hips worked.

"No, not yet," he chuckled, grasping her hands and pulling them over her head with one of his. He seemed to like keeping her immobile. She wondered if he'd tie her up before the night was over. "You are not ready. How long has it been?" One of his thumbs ran from the bottom of her vagina to the top over her underwear, making her forget her words for a moment—especially when that thumb stayed at the top and played around the nub there, not actually touching. "Words, ikhaya lam."

"T-two years," she gasped as he rewarded her by pushing the underwear to the side and easing a finger in. It stretched just right, his thick finger just a little smaller than the dick of one of the guys she'd slept with. If that's just his finger, how the hell will he actually fit?

He breathed against her lips and smiled. "Good girl." He placed an open-mouthed kiss on her chin before he was kneeling in front the couch, grasping her thighs roughly to pull her into a sitting position. She realized what he meant and grasped his head, trying to pull him away. There was no hair to grab. He pulled her underwear off and threw it somewhere over by her bedroom door. She tried to protest but it only seemed to egg him on and suddenly he was sucking on her clit.

She let out gasps of sound and air as she wrapped her legs around his shoulders. Only one man had ever gone down on her (and only once); it'd been weird and hadn't brought her to orgasm. In contrast, whatever T'Challa was doing with his tongue was sending shocks through her system. At one point he used that strangely dexterous tongue to stretch her out before putting two fingers in and curling them as he lined her clitoral hood with his tongue.

Shandi dug her nails into his scalp like she knew he liked. He renewed his vigor and didn't let up until she was a babbling mess, calling his name and begging like a common whore. She came in a rather loud fashion and felt all of the tension fall out of her body.

T'Challa was smiling like a cat with cream on his face when he stood back up. He kissed up her neck, biting her earlobe. "Do not be afraid to vocalize your pleasure," he breathed, licking the curve of her ear.

She'd never blushed so much in her life. She was going to kiss him to shut him up but stopped when she saw the hovering mechanics and flickering electronics behind him.

The music had started up again, too. She'd thought she'd turned that off before their date.

Tell me how you like it, baby
Do you want it fast or slow?
'Cause I get so excited, baby
When you take off your clothes

To hide what was going on behind him, she grasped his face and pulled him in for another kiss. It made her blush harder that he tasted like what she assumed was her and she moaned around his large hands gripped her hips in a greedy fashion. She calmed her mind and physically blocked off the part that controlled everything—if she could build all of her electronics from scratch then she could build a firewall in her brain. The music stopped. She wasn't sure if he'd noticed or not.

"Tell me you're ready," he growled with another bite to her ear. He crawled back over her, towering, really, like a predator. Her back was cradled by the cushions, her neck supported comfortably.

"Shut up," she moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist and used her heels to push him into her. He gasped and braced one hand on the couch arm behind her, kissing her shoulder and using the other hand to guide her ass the way he wanted it. She ran her teeth down the curve of his ear which made him shudder. "You talk too much."

"You like it," he replied back. To keep her from responding, he pulled out slowly and thrust back in harshly. She cried out. He filled her like nothing had before. It burned slightly as her body attempted to accommodate his size but it was pleasant and pleasurable, seeing as how he'd prepared her plenty beforehand.

His hips pushed into hers maddeningly slowly or too with too harsh a stroke. He never did the same strokes twice. His hand on her ass guided her, made her feel like she was being used…and she liked it.

Shandi used her short, trim nails on his back, trying to pull him closer. He responded by biting her lower lip while they kissed, his hips pistoning at a faster, more repetitive rate. Her nails dug into his shoulders and biceps as his hands grasped tighter at her hips, directing her for every stroke into her snatch. He kneaded her skin as if it were dough, knowingly leaving bruises for the next day.

Her breath came in heaves as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and kissed the crease of her knee. "Tell me what you want," he said, thrusting in and grinding against her clit. "Tell me what you need."

She groaned when she saw the passion on his face. She'd been so close to another orgasm, especially when he'd raised her leg and reached new depths. "I-I don't…ah!"

He pulled out and thrust in unexpectedly. "It is alright," he sighed against her knee, rocking against her with short, shallow thrusts. Shandi found herself unable to breathe, let alone respond. "Just feel." She gripped the couch with a vice grip, trying to grasp onto something to keep from passing out.

"Yes!" she cried when angled her hips differently, sitting up straight and pounding into her. "Yes, please…" She gave back everything she got, arching her hips when he thrust or squeezing around him when he stayed connected and ground against her core. She used her inner muscles to squeeze him and he groaned, leaning forward to touch his forehead to hers.

"T'Challaaa," she groaned when their angle changed and her clit was stimulated by his pubic bone. She realized that they were both covered in a good layer of sweat. She'd never been thoroughly fucked like this before. Shandi hissed out a "Yesss" as he pushed her deep into the couch and started pistoning his hips in and out at a rate that seemed inhuman. She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed her appreciation into his ear. She was so close that she was crying out with every thrust into her soaked snatch.

Finally, he sounded out of breath as if their physical activity was doing something to him. "Come for me, ikhaya lam …"

Shandi used her heels to push his hips further into her, if that was at all possible. She needed stimulation to her clit if she were going to go over the edge. She tried to reach down to touch herself but he grasped her wrists and held them over her head again. His lips covered a nipple and his free thumb snaked its way lower.

Sounds didn't come out that time. Her mouth was open and her head was back, eyes closed, but she couldn't physically make noise. Her body was suspended in a tense crashing of waves as the orgasm took over her mind. "Breathe, Shandi," T'Challa groaned in her ear as he pushed in and out erratically, obviously close to finishing. "Bast, you are beautiful…"

Shandi took in deep, ragged breaths as she clung to T'Challa like her life was worth it. Her head was spinning and she felt like every last bone in her body was made of pudding. That was medically impossible but she was so relaxed and tired that she just hugged him as he released into her. His unrestrained groan was beauty to her ears. He'd been so in control for the entire performance, it was good to know that he was human like her.

He felt good inside of her. Even when he finished, they stayed connected. T'Challa cradled her close and hugged her, kissing her cheek and jaw and the tip of her nose. His breathing was just as ragged as hers which made her feel confident and powerful. "We should move to the bedroom," he breathed in her ear.

She laughed at the fact that they'd just screwed like teenage rabbits on her living room couch. It'd been amazing and exactly what she'd needed, even if she hadn't been expecting it. "I don't know if I can move."

His strong arms wound underneath her and pulled her close. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck to stabilize herself. Somehow he knew exactly where her bedroom was and he kicked the door open with his foot. She was barely ever there so it was clean but sparse.

He skipped the bed and went straight to the bathroom, setting her on the edge of her tub. She hissed as the cool ceramic touched her sore and used bottom. He knelt before her and somehow had found a washcloth, gently cleaning up the proof of their joining. Shandi flushed and couldn't meet his kind, tender eyes as he intimately caressed her body, taking care of her.

T'Challa quickly cleaned himself up before picking her back up and taking her to bed. He surprised her when he joined her under the covers and pulled her against him as a little spoon. "You're staying?" she asked hoarsely, her voice sore and tired like the rest of her body.

"Unless you do not want me to?" he asked in her ear, nuzzling her hair out of the way.

Shandi flushed and turned in his arms to be able to look at him. He was smiling like a cat laid out in the sun, completely relaxed and content. "I've never done a one-night stand before so I wasn't sure…" His smile disappeared and he frowned. Shandi wanted to kick herself for assuming it was a one-time thing. Wasn't it, though? "I mean, you said it yourself that you're going back to Wakanda soon. Once your delegation sits through a few UN meetings we won't see each other again."

Hadn't he thought of that? Apparently not, as he brought a hand up and brushed the sweaty hair from her forehead. "The thought had not crossed my mind." He signed and grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing her in for a tender, sweet kiss. "All the same, I would like to stay with you tonight. I want to hold you in my arms and wake up with your face next to mine."

His words made her heart ache. She wanted that. It was dangerous for her to want anything. She couldn't get close to anyone…but she gave herself this. "I want that, too."

T'Challa pulled her close and buried his head in her neck, breathing in her scent. She allowed her hands to map his body so that she would never forget the man who made her feel so safe and wanted. She ran her fingers over his cheeks, his nose, his lips…

They didn't just rut like animals the second time. They made love together and she cried at the end while he held her to his chest, whispering sweet words in his foreign language. She fell asleep curled into his chest, tears drying on her eyelashes and his smell all over her.