You're the one I Dream of
The evening was approaching; and he had a special place, he would go to see the sunset. He walked her outside of the city, where you can see as far as the horizon. She knew this place; she would come here to watch the sun go down, and reflect on the day. This was during the time she was with the Dora Milaje. The thought brought back why she was there with him. To make him feel and experience, the ignominy as she had.
They found a place to watch, she sat next to him, as he placed his powerful arm about her, and pulled her into him. Her head rested on his left breast, and the rhythm of his heart beat was calming, the rise and fall of his chest, with each inhale and exhale, was soothing. He was the sedative to her anxiety.
He felt her relaxing next to him, pleased he had this anesthetic effect on her. The sun was beautiful, the fiery shades of amber, striking across the skies; as it lowered itself below the horizon. It made room for the moon’s appearance. He thought it would be good, for them to return to the city; as night was ushering in.
“We should be getting back,” he lifted her off him and stood, then offered his hand to assist her up.
“Yes,” she took his hand, and with ease he lifted her up.
She slightly stumbles from the exertion of the pull, and fell into him. He caught her, holding her at bay. Their eyes met, and locked for a few minutes; and time seemed to cease, as they got arrested in the moment. His heart felt like it had lodge in his throat, and he would choke on it. Her breath hung in her chest, refusing to exhale.
“We better go,” he finally was able to articulate, breaking the lull they had been entrap.
“Yes, that sounds like a perfect idea,” she was finally able to breath again.
They made it back to her land rover, as he saw her off. He watched her go; until she was out of sight. Then headed towards the castle, to speak with M'Baku; and fill him in on his first date. Then he popped his forehead, with his palm. He forgot to get her name, and his in exchange.
“Ooh,” he exclaimed. He hadn’t made any plans to meet again, and without that vital information; there is no chance in hell, to make plans for another date. Or if she wanted an encore. At that moment, her vehicle pulled up alongside him. He stared in disbelief, as he was just pondering over how to contact her.
“My name is Okoye, this is my number,” she handed him a piece of paper with some scribbling on it. He looked at it then her. “And your name is?” He realized; she has just provided him with her name and number, as he so desired. And here he was, standing there saying nothing.
“Attuma,” he uttered, trying to recover from the shock.
“Alright, Attuma,” he was lost in how sexy she said his name. “Feel free to use that number.” She drove off, leaving him in wonder. All he could think about, is how well; everything was falling in place.
Shuri had used another land rover to come home, not knowing how late Okoye would be out. She had gone by and spoken with M'Baku, trying to get the jest of this so call prank, he was playing on Attuma. He told her to leave it alone, and allow it to play itself out.
“If Okoye, or Attuma; gets hurt from this trickery. You will have me to deal with,” she warned him, and stormed out. M'Baku stood formulating things in his mind. She has no idea; how hard he was working, to prevent that very scenario.
Shuri went home, showered and changed into her pajamas; got in the big plush recliner she had grown to love. She set it at thirty degrees reclined, feet up; relaxed and waited for Okoye’s return, to hear about her time spent with Attuma. She heard the engine of the land rover, as she drove up. Then her foot steps on the porch, the rattling of the door knob; and it being opened.
“Shuri,” Okoye stopped in the threshold, seeing her laid back, and eyes fixed on her entrance. “Is everything alright?” She stared at her, waiting for an answer.
“Everything is just peachy, Okoye,” her voice had a hint of anger.
“Should I expect this each time I walk in, you waiting for me?” Okoye closed the door and came to sit down.
“Only if you were on a date, and I want to hear about how it went,” Shuri explained, bringing the recliner into a sitting position. “So, tell me, how is the prank going; that you and M'Baku are setting for Attuma?
“It’s moving along,” Okoye could see something going on with Shuri. “What is up with you?” Shuri was staring at her hands, and not that usual perky self.
“I’m not sure; what it is. Attuma has done, that M'Baku is pranking him in away; he’s going to be humiliated,” she looked up at Okoye. “But those two are very close, Okoye. So, I’m not getting; this joke, being orchestrated on this very sweet guy.”
“Sweet guy?” Okoye snapped. “He is the reason I was kicked out of the Dora; don’t you think that was humiliation? He helped Namor attack Wakanda, and then came searching for me, standing atop of a building taunting me. And you speak of him as some sweet guy? He literally, tried to kill me twice.” Her eyes floated in her tears, that refused to fall.
Shuri looked away, searching for the words; that would ease her pain. And with better understanding, of what her sister has been holding on to; for all these years. And now, to come back, and see a daily reminder; with the alliance, has cost her.
“I’m sorry for your pain, and the humiliation you endure,” she came over, and sat next to her; taking her hand into arms. “And I bare the blame for my part, in requesting them to take me. I was trying to protect Riri. Yes, I should have contacted my mother, and let her know all was well. But I didn’t, and it caused her so much anxiety, she sent Nakia to rescue us; and your demotion.”
“Shuri, none of this is your fault, and you have nothing to apologize for. You did what you felt was right, in saving Riri. That was a noble act, never be ashamed of it,” Okoye spoke these assuring words. She never wants her to feel, helping anyone is a bad thing, even if there are dire consequences.
“You did your best to keep us safe, there were too many of them,” Shuri told Okoye. “No one is the blame for all this pain and loss, but Namor. Attuma followed orders, just as you would have done, and still will. He is Talokan's version of our M'Baku, none of the women ever said anything bad about him, once they went on a date with him. In fact, afterwards; they became friends with him.” On hearing he has dated among the Wakandans, a soft piercing sensation touched her heart.
“I’ll be back, I need to go for a ride to clear my head,” she jumped up, and ran out the house. Shuri sat confused, wondering what had she said, for her to react in that manner.
Okoye, saddled up and leaped upon Mbandi. She needs to be free of all thoughts and emotion. She needed to feel the fresh air pouring into her nostrils, feeling her lungs until it hurts. She commanded her pet rhino to fly across their countryside, and wherever else it took them.
Mbandi did, as she sped as fast as her legs could go, and that was like a speed demon. She raced along; everything was like a blur; as they went pass. After some time, they came upon a familiar place. The river tribe territory, and near the banks she first saw him. Okoye dismounted, and walked along the side of her beast.
Then the splash of the night before sounded out. She paused, then went behind the trees; as she had done before, peering out. She watched his acrobatic dives in and out of the water. She thought she understood, what he was doing. Nothing different, than if he was home in Talokan. And as he was last night, he was in full bloom. She turned away, her back to the trunk of the tree; wishing for something more than a Talokan warrior, who has cost her so much. Or some phantom lover, only she could create the scenario.
Just beyond the trees, that concealed her presence; was someone who could provide her everything she needed, to escape this harsh reality. If only she had the courage, to walk out; and allow him to see her, come to her and gaze into her eyes. Then kiss her lips, exploring and probing her mouth viciously. And throw her to the ground, rip away every stitch of clothinguntil she matched his non attire, and to plunge into her hard and deep stroking her extended walls with his massive member.
With each entrance and exit, sending her into a wild frenzy; as her whole-body surrender to his assault. His large hands caressing her, his lips and teeth, sucking and biting; wherever they traveled leaving, tell tale marks.
She moaned, as he sped up the onslaught, causing her to come for the first time. But he wasn’t ready, so he continued moving in her hitting that right spot; she came for the second time, he was engorging himself, and expanded to the limits. But he didn’t want to release and relieve himself, he carried on, and she came for the fourth time. The last time spent him, her juice arousing him; as he felt the remaining of her flow.
His hot breath on her lips, his dark eyes locking in on hers, he poured into her yelling into the night, his release of the enjoyment built up, from the tight grip she had him in. The splash of him on the bank interrupted the erotic fantasy she had been wrapped in. She went to peer from behind the tree to get another look at him.
“You can come out Okoye, I know you are there,’ he said to her, standing a few feet. “Your heavy breathing and racing heart, flows into me.” She wasn’t sure what to do, hop on Mbandi and run like hell? Her answer came, when he stepped into the area, inches from her. His eyes steadfast on hers.
“How do you know my name?” Her voice trembling, as she tried to erase the thoughts, she had of him minutes ago.
“You told me from today,” he was confused. Had she forgotten him so quickly. She stared at him, tracing his face, when realization hit.
“Attuma?” Her eyes continued to search him, remember every aspect of the one she was with, and the one standing before her. A perfect match, this one and the one she is pranking, are one in the same.
The one she just had this amazing exotic daydream, and the one she had a very enjoyable date. Are the same. She inhaled a huge breath that lingered in her chest, she couldn’t breath, she saw stars circling around; and then sudden blackness.