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“When’s the last time you got laid?”

Namora was the first to make a response, which had been a wet choking sound, followed by a round of loud coughing. She had been in the middle of taking a sip of water. “Attuma!” She hissed.

“I’m serious. Namor’s been working non stop, this is the first we’ve seen him in months. And he looks tense. Like a rubber band about to snap.”

The three cousins were sitting outside of a small bistro taking lunch together. Attuma wasn’t wrong, it had been quite some time since they’ve spent any time together. There are just some days when Namor got so swept away in his work that he just…forgot about himself. 

“He isn’t wrong, Namor. You look like you haven’t really slept.” Namora hedged gently, before smacking Attuma on the shoulder. “Although I don’t agree where this pig’s head is at.” 

“What? It’s normal to relieve stress that way.” Attuma seemed unbothered to speak so freely about the subject in public.

Namor inwardly sighed, he didn’t want to admit that it had been several months since the last time he had gotten laid…add a few more months on top of that. He took a bite of food and let his cousins continue to bicker, hoping that he could get away from answering the question. 

After lunch had been cleared, Namora was the first to leave, giving them each a kiss on the cheek before hailing a cab. Once the cab had taken her away, Attuma had immediately swiveled his head back to Namor. 

“So when’s the last time you got laid?” he asks.

Namor groans loudly, tossing a few bills on the table and quickly taking his leave, Attuma close behind. When he reaches him, he throws an arm around his shoulders, jostling him affectionately.

“C’mon. Was it since Su-” Attuma cut himself off at the glare that Namor shot him. “Hmm…Well what about that escort service you used to use?”

“If I say yes will you stop talking?” 

“I’ll help set it up for you.” 

“Fine.” 

—-

“You’re WHAT?” 

Shuri pointedly kept her eyes at her computer as Riri stared at her as if she had grown a pair of cat ears. She didn’t want to make it a big deal. Because it was not a big deal. Just an old convention to get over and done with. 

“ Shuri.”   

“I’m 25, I’m over the whole ‘you’re still a virgin?’ stigma. This way it’s done away with, and I have complete control over the whole decision process.” 

“But an escort service?”

“They have all their employees up to date with all their tests, as well as make sure the clientele are clean as well, and they are very discreet.” Shuri shrugged, she didn’t need the romance or the awkwardness of asking a friend. One and done. No mess. 

“Ok you weirdo. Can I see who you picked then?” Riri rolled her chair over to Shuri’s, practically colliding into her desk chair. 

“Picked? I was just going to put in a request for someone experienced for someone with zero experience.” Also she chose the option to meet the escort at a specified location. Since she still lived with her family, her place was an instant no go. 

Riri let out a surprised chortle of laughter, “SHURI, girl, you're kidding right?!” 

“Looks don’t matter for what I’m asking.”

“Attraction sorta matters. You don’t have to make this so clinical. You can have some fun too, y'know?” Riri gently nudged her shoulder into Shuri’s.

“It’s fine. I just want to get this out of the way.” She finishes up the request and before she hits enter Riri gets up, turns in a slow circle while dramatically raising her arms up. 

“It is at 4 pm on. The. Dot. That my coworker best friend has made the weirdest and maybe sexiest decision of her life.” 

Shuri can’t help but laugh, the entire situation feeling a bit absurd. This was not how she thought her first time would be, not that she thought of it much, but it for sure was not this. She elbows her friend in the side, before hitting enter. 

The lights in their office suddenly brighten before shutting off completely leaving them in the dark. A second later a low hum of the back up generators begin to whir and the low light emergency lights turn on. 

“I guess that’s God’s way of saying that maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Riri sat back in her chair and twirled away from Shuri and back to her desk. 

“Well, it’s a good thing that I don’t believe in god then.” Shuri’s cell pinged with an email notification, she swiped it open to read it over. “And besides I got confirmation that my request went through. Let’s finish up for today since we don’t know when the power will be back."

—-

“Do you want to choose?”

“A woman preferably.” Namor placed an arm over his eyes as he lay back on the couch in his office. Attuma had taken over his desk to fill out the request for him. He wouldn’t leave him alone until it was done. 

“You don’t care what they look like?” Attuma asked, baffled.

“Not at this moment, no. It doesn’t matter.”

“Fine, I'll choose for you. Hmm, your place I take it?” 

“Yes.” Since he agreed to do this he wanted to be as comfortable as possible. He didn’t like being in a stranger’s home. He lifted the hand from his eyes to look at the time, and quickly sat up. “Attuma, are we done? It’s 4pm and I have a meeting with a client in thirty minutes.”

“Yeah, hold on…and done.” 

“Go-” The lights in his office flared brightly before clicking off all at once. The light from outside their only source of light. “...perfect.”  His phone buzzed in his pocket and he unlocked it to see a confirmation of his request. Well, I guess that’s that.

—-

Once Namor submits his current test results to confirm that he’s clean the agency sends him back a number to text.  

-This upcoming Friday night alright with you?-

-Yes, 7:00 pm?-

-That works. I’ll send my address Friday morning.-

When Friday rolls around, he is lounging on his couch barefoot with his dress shirt unbuttoned. A tumblr of tequila balanced in one hand as he scrolls through his messages in the other. Although tired, the week had proven successful and a small part of him was actually looking forward to tonight. He managed to seal the deal on a new partnership with a company he quite admired. Why not celebrate a little to his success? 

There was a soft knock at the door, and he was pleased to see that it was exactly 7 pm. He appreciated the punctuality. 

—-

Even though she was the one to knock, Shuri nearly jumped out of her skin when the door swung open. To her annoyance she was beginning to get extremely nervous. It also didn’t help that the man in front of her was beautiful. His beard was neatly trimmed, with thick black hair smoothed back and warm brown skin that was a few shades lighter than hers. He looked older than her, maybe late 30’s but in a way that only made him look more refined.

She swallowed thickly as his eyes flitted over her, openly looking at her legs. Shuri had chosen a simple yellow wrap dress that reached mid thigh, and she unconsciously clutched her bag a little tighter in anticipation.

The man took a step back, gesturing with his hand that held an empty glass, and opened his door a little wider. “C’mon in.” His voice low and accented, made Shuri’s skin flash hot for a moment. Maybe Riri was onto something about the attraction thing being important. 

Shuri walks in, brushing past the man, his warmth and scent making her heart pound. Ok fine attraction is important. It’s very Important. There was a kitchen to her right, where he walked into, but she took a moment to look around his living room. It was kept neat and decorated with simple dark furniture, no tv, but there were large brightly colored paintings and shelves with several books and figurines that peaked Shuri’s interest. The walls were painted a deep aquamarine and with the soft warm lighting it gave the feeling of being underwater. She decided she quite liked the apartment. 

“Would you like something to drink?” He calls out, and Shuri quickly walks into the kitchen to see his back turned to her, rinsing out his glass. 

“No thank you.” She placed her bag down on the counter, leaning a hip on it, and watched his back as he washed his hands and dried them. He wasn’t much taller than her, but he was twice her size width wise. “Um..my name’s Shuri…or I’m sorry did you not want to use names?” 

“Shuri.” He turned and leaned back against the sink taking her in again, his eyes glancing hotly up at her, and smiled. “You can call me Kan.” 

“Kan.” She tested out, and smiled shyly back at him. 

He moved towards her, caging her in against the counter she leaned on, and moved his face towards her. Her breath caught in her throat, thinking that he might kiss her, but he moved his head to the side last second. He laid hot open mouthed kisses across her jaw and down her neck. They were slow and gentle, but affected her more than she would like to admit, her breath starting to come in short. When he licked into the hollow of her neck she bit back a gasp, that embarrassingly almost sounded like choking and sent a painful aching throb between her legs. His head snapped back at the sound, looking at her through half lidded eyes. 

She tentatively slid her fingers into his open shirt, brushing against warm smooth skin, and kneading gently into his back. His eyes flutter shut with a soft groan pressing his forehead against hers.

The sound of him sends a warm hum through Shuri, and when she tries to kiss him he moves his head away again, nipping at the spot right under her ear. He reached down and tugged her dress up and froze when he touched her bare hip, free of any undergarments. 

“I thought it would be more efficient.” Shuri whispered, suddenly feeling mortified.

He chuckled, but not unkindly. “It is quite efficient.” He finished pulling her skirt over her hips, and easily lifted her to sit on top of the counter. Exposing her completely to him. One of her slip-on shoes fell off and clacked to the floor. He bent low to brush the back of her ankle to help slip off her other shoe, and then lifted her legs over his shoulders, trailing his lips down from her knee to her inner thigh. The drag of his trimmed beard sent shockwaves of warmth through her. 

Oh!

“Oh! Y-you don’t have to-” 

“I want to.” That quieted her. 

All of her focus split between the feel of his lips, and the deep curiosity if she would even enjoy what he was about to do.

He gripped her legs, pulling her forward, and without much ceremony he placed his mouth on her. Her head immediately dropped back, knocking into the wall behind her, unprepared for the sensation of someone’s tongue giving the exact amount of pressure she needed. It felt like all of her nerves were being lit up and she covered her mouth to keep from yelling out, embarrassed that she couldn’t stop the sounds that were bubbling up her throat. And she he was enjoying this. A LOT. This was supposed to be just simple sex. 

She reached down with one hand, slipping her fingers into his thick hair, relishing how soft it felt. He groaned at her touch which in turn caused a moan to slip out from her. Which she quickly cut off with her free hand to her mouth. 

The man reached up and pulled her hand out of the way, choosing that moment to suck  hard, and she screamed out in both shock and pleasure. He continued this line of attack, essentially devouring her for lack of a better word, until she came hard, unconsciously grinding into his face with both of hands gripping his hair. 

He lapped at her gently, drinking her in, until her body finally settled bonelessly on his counter and he pulled away only to kiss her hip. With his help he moved her up a little further to sit comfortably on the counter, and she leaned onto the wall to catch her breath. She watched him move back to the sink to wipe his mouth with the wet cloth that was at the sink. 

She felt slick between her legs as she rubbed them together experimentally. “Do you think that will be enough to prepare me?” Shuri asks. He pauses and glances back at her. Blinking slowly. 

—-

What?

He blinks again.

“I mean…I know it’s my first time that’s why I requested someone with a little more experience…” 

Requested?

It dawns on him that she wasn’t the escort he ordered. That she thought that he was hers. He shifts, and winces, still incredibly hard despite what she had just revealed. He enjoyed going down on women, but she was something else. Namor had figured that most escort girls would be loud about their pleasure, but she had tried to keep quiet. Not thinking much on it, he had taken it as a challenge, and was deeply satisfied to get her to scream for him. 

The memory of it nearly had him on her again, but what was he supposed to do now? She would be mortified to learn that he wasn’t her escort…but it would be wrong to keep going right?

When he opened the door he was immediately attracted to her; her eyes, her legs, the contrast of her dark skin against her sun colored dress, the way she presented herself. A blunt confidence that she carried, but with an edge of uncertainty. He chalked her nervousness to possibly being new to the job, but now… First time? Is she a virgin? I need to-

“Did you want to…here?” She asked in such an earnest way that had him saying-

“Let’s move to the bedroom.”

I am going to hell, or being thrown into Xibalba alive, either way all deserved. 

“Alright, I was also wondering, I didn’t see anything about it, but is this a no kissing thing…like that one movie?”

“Pretty Woman?” Namor chuckles, and she makes a face which makes him laugh a little harder. He actually had said ‘no kissing’, when Attuma had asked him. However he couldn’t help himself now.

Namor walked up to her, bringing her legs to bracket his hips, and pressed his lips to hers. She sighed into him, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer. He took his time, sliding his lips against hers, and slipping his tongue into her mouth when she opened hers to get a better angle. Shuri pressed herself fully against him, her legs sliding up under his shirt to wrap around her waist, and he couldn't help but grind his hips into her. 

He sinks further into her, coiling his arms around her waist, numbly aware that he shouldn't be kissing her like this, as if he was in love with her. But it felt so simple and altogether consuming. 

Crap. I have to tell her. I-

"The bedroom?" She whispers against his lips and he quickly lifts her up, and carries her all the way to his room, eliciting a delicious giggle from her. 

They both fall onto his bed, his lips find their way back to hers, suddenly feeling very drunk off of her. The mixture of her hands on whatever bare skin she could get to and the tentative push and pull of her tongue against his, sent a strange comfortable warmth buzzing at the base of his skull.

She suddenly pushes against him, forcing him to raise his head up. Did he hurt her? 

"W-wait, I have a gameplan."

"Gameplan?" Namor scooted off of her and sat back on his legs, watching curiously as she sat up and sat crossed leg in front of him. 

"Yeah for..the rest of the night."

“You have a gameplan for sex?”

She sucked in her lips suddenly to keep from laughing when he said it so plainly, and could only nod at him. He tried to cover his mouth but couldn’t stop his abrupt laughter, and he was immediately shoved to his back. 

“Shut up!” Shuri laughed, not looking the least bit offended. “I like to be prepared!” 

“Apologies.” He managed to say, while continuing to laugh and she smacked his chest lightly with the back of her hand. “It’s adorable.” And it was still somehow a turn on to him, as he was still painfully hard throughout the entire conversation. He grabbed her hand and yanked her on top of him so he could roll the two of them over and trap her underneath him again. 

“My plan!” She screeched out giggling, stopping him from kissing her again, with a hand to his face. 

Namor growled playfully and nipped at her fingers before pulling himself off of her again. “Fine, walk me through your plan.” 

She beams and shoves him off the bed. “First, clothes.” Standing next to the bed now she pushes off his open shirt and he feels a ridiculous moment of shyness when she just stares at  his chest. You would think that I’m some teenager again. 

So he reaches for the tie on her dress and she hops away from him, laughing nervously at his raised brow. 

“No way!” 

“What?” 

“Your chest is bigger than mine." She gestured wildly to all of him. Namor moves to grab at her again and she throws his shirt at him. "Nope, I think I might keep the dress on.” 

His hand shot out and he managed to drag her back to him, squealing, before she could get away again. He then bent his head and began to mouth at her breasts through the thin cloth, feeling that she had gone without a bra as well when her nipples began to grow hard with his attention. He nipped gently at the raised fabric of her dress, getting a small gasp from her. “Have it your way, but it might be easier with this off.” He continued to tease her with both his hands and mouth. 

“F-fine.” She panted out. “But you first.”

Shuri slipped her hands down and unbuckled his belt and shoved down both his pants and undergarments. He freezes when her hands gently but firmly take a hold of him, her hands feeling warm and soft. She gave him a tentative stroke, sending a ripple of pleasure through him. Namor presses his forehead against hers watching her as she continues to give him small curious caresses and strokes. He breathes heavily through his nose, using her distraction to untie her dress. 

“What’s the next part?” He groaned out, kicking off his clothing from his ankles, and taking her dress off in the process. His hands travel across the newly exposed skin, bringing her flush against him to easily drag a hand down to the curve of her backside and squeeze.

Shuri presses into him, kissing his throat. “Sit on the bed and let me start?”

“Condoms?”

“No.” 

He sits on the edge of the bed, helping to steady her as she crawls on top of him. Namor carefully looks at her face, hands on her waist, as she slides down the length of him, slowly inch by inch. About half way she stops abruptly, her breathing hitches, and it takes everything in him to keep from moving. Not even trusting himself to breathe. An eternity later, she settles completely flush against him and he finally breaths out and hugs her, rubbing her back. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yes.” She swallowed, adjusting herself. “Can you take over now?”  

Namor simply just held her, trying his best to calm his heart down. His body was reacting way too strongly. Just being inside of her like this, her skin pressed to his, gave him the distinct impression that being with anybody else would never compare.

He lifts her up and spins them carefully back on the bed, guiding Shuri onto her back. Namor scoots them further onto the mattress so he could sit on his legs. Lifting her hips up a little higher, he rests her legs on his thighs and begins to move his hips at a slow pace. Namor watches her sharp intake of breaths, her hands gripping onto his forearms, her eyes closed shut not to avoid him but to simply feel him moving inside her. 

Namor leans forward to kiss her as he quickened his pace, catching a surprised moan from her. This is bad. He thinks, his skin feeling suddenly too hot, everything about her setting every nerve on fire. If he didn’t do anything soon, he was going to finish before her and he so desperately wanted to make this good for her. 

He lurches back, slipping out of her, and before she can question what's wrong he brings her legs up over her shoulders, slides back into her, and leans back over her again. Namor snaps his hips to hers in hard and quick motions, and she begins wailing from the slightly altered position. 

“Shuri.” He gasps out. “Look at me.” His control begins to slip as his pace becomes more erratic. 

She manages to open her eyes to look at him, watching the exact moment when she finally reaches her peak, gasping out as if shocked by it. He manages to hold on long enough to ride her through it before the rush of his own orgasm has him choking out a moan, pressing as deeply inside of her as he could get. 

Limply, he carefully moves her legs off of his shoulders so he could reach down to kiss her and she kisses him back with a tender enthusiasm that his heart achingly responds to. This is bad.

“Kan.” She sighed out smiling, pushing back his damp curls that had fallen forward into  his eyes. 

His heart dropped and he quickly pulled away from her, his body protesting from the sudden lack of warmth and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with an arm. He mentally curses and berates himself in every language that he could think of. 

“Are…are you ok?” Her concern made her feel worse but he managed a small smile for her and moved his arm away to look at her. Shuri looked uncertain, and he cursed himself again. 

“Yes. How are you?”

“Good. Very Good.” 

"So was that your gameplan?” Namor slips his arm under her neck for her to lay on, and she scoots closer to him.

Shuri snorts. "No. There were more parts."

"More?" Namor chuckles, pinching her side, causing her to squirm. "So did I ruin your whole plan then?" 

"I'm adaptable."

"Good." He hesitated for only a moment before moving her curls to the side with his chin and pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You were amazing.” 

Shuri hums in delight and curls herself into his side, where she fits snugly. 

This is really bad. 

—

Shuri wakes up groggily to the feeling of a hand sliding along her hip, and a combination of soft lips and scruffy beard along her spine. She had fallen asleep, laying on her stomach. “What time is it?” She mummered.  

“Late, early. Sorry.”  He whispered against her back. 

With one hand shifting her hip back, the other hand raised her right leg to bend upwards, leaving her left leg straight. Opening herself up further to him. 

“Again?” She moaned out as he gently nipped at the back of her neck. 

“Yes.” He rasped out as two of his fingers slipped inside of her with little resistance. Shuri had no time to be embarrassed as he quickly worked her into a sopping trembling mess. He removed his hand to climb on top of her and easily slid himself into her. 

She groaned out at the sensation of suddenly being filled by him, relishing the feeling that it felt just as good as before.

His hand slid up her spine, and gently gripped the back of her neck, before rolling his hips roughly into hers. She couldn’t quite move her hips in this position, but oh. Shuri makes a mental note to herself that she very much likes this position. 

Her heart stutters painfully at the thought that it would be done with someone else, and she squeezes her eyes shut to bring her focus back to the man with her right now. It’s just sex. 

Almost as if hearing her inner turmoil, he leans down closer to her, grinding his hips in a way that has her gasping. He begins to whisper to her, and she reaches back to touch him, her heart ramming into her chest. 

“The second I saw you, standing in my doorway in that dress,” He takes a moment to groan out,  rolling his hip into hers with a bit more force, “I wanted you. I don’t want to let you out of my sight. I don-”

Shuri is unable to hear the rest when she cries out long and hard at the slow intense climb of her orgasm, her body trembling from the aftershocks of it. 

She vaguely registers when he finishes, gently turning her onto her back to look down at her. His warm fingers wipe her cheeks and she realizes that she had actually cried. 

“Are you alright?”

After swallowing thickly, all she can say is, “Yes.” Her heart aching at how foolish she suddenly feels. 

He quietly looks at her before kissing her temple so softly that she almost bursts into tears again. The affection from that small gesture threatens to suffocate her from the truth of their situation. That this was his job and nothing more. She nestles her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply, and he holds her close. 

It’s just sex.  

—-

The sound of the shower running wakes her up, the bright light of morning peeking through the borders of the curtained window. His scent surrounded her and she curled into it for a moment, before quickly moving out of the bed. She slipped on her dress that had been draped on a desk chair, and found her bag and shoes where she had left them in the kitchen. 

Shuri glanced back towards his room for a long moment before finally slipping out. She took the stairs instead of the elevator in an attempt to burn off her nervous energy. His apartment was only a few floors up.

Riri must have had some sixth sense, because as soon as she made it outside, her phone rang. “Congratulations!”

“Riri.” Shuri can’t help but laugh out loud. “Shut up.” 

“I want every detail. Well not every detail, but the parts where you tell me that you actually enjoyed yourself. You DID enjoy yourself right?”

Yes. A little too much.

Images of the night before flash through her mind, heating her face. “I can certainly see the appeal.”

The screaming laughter that came out of the phone had Shuri holding the phone a good couple of inches away from her ear. “GIIRRLLL. YEEEES. Your weirdo plan went off without a hitch then.” 

“...Yeah.” 

“Just wait until you have sex with someone you actually care about.” 

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s different, the affection, just enjoying each other. Makes the sex better in my opinion.” 

Shuri gets an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach, and she bounces from foot to foot. The nervous energy is back.

“And sometimes arguing.” Riri continues.

“What?” Shuri laughs. 

“Trust me.” 

—-

Namor waits a few minutes after he hears his front door close, sitting on the closed toilet lid, before reaching in his shower to turn it off.  He sighs heavily, rubbing his face. 

Her scent still clung to his skin.

Her face still lingered in his mind. 

Her kiss burned onto his lips.

“What is wrong with me?” He muttered. 

—-

“That’s strange.” 

Shuri stared at her online bank statement, noticing that the escort service had not accepted her payment yet. It was still pending. It had almost been a week since…she squirmed uncomfortably in her bed. 

You PAID him for sex. Stop being-

She shoved her head under her pillow and let out a muffled scream. Trying desperately to push out all thoughts of his hands, and lips, his skin, the way he sounded when he-

“STOP.” Her yell was muffled by her pillow, and she kicked out her legs in an attempt to release the excess energy she suddenly felt. Her phone buzzed and she nearly jumped from the bed, aggressively slamming her hand down on top of it. It was just a good morning text from Riri. 

Peeking further out from under her pillow, she tapped through her old messages to find the number that the escort service had sent her. Maybe she could just text him? And then what? She groaned, not blind to the fact that she had come up with this plan to avoid mess and complication. Which didn’t stop her from typing out-

- Could we possibly have another lesson? -

Her thumb hovered over the send button, uncertainty gripping her. She couldn’t possibly send this. And who says ‘lesson’ when they are talking about sex?

There was a single loud knock at her door before her mother charged through. “Shuri!” 

Shuri fumbled with her phone, desperately clicking out of all of the apps before slamming it face down on her bed to look at her mother. “Mother! You cannot just barge in here, you have to knock!” 

“I did.” 

“Knock and then wait!” 

Ramonda waved her hand dismissively and smiled, clearly moving well beyond the conversation. She walked into Shuri’s closet and called out, “Hurry up and get ready, your brother would like us to come along to meet his new business partner.” 

“Why?” Shuri bounced up from her bed and quickly stripped out of her pajamas. Grabbing the outfit she had already set out for the day before her mother could interfere. She slipped on a caged lace bralette, black straps criss-crossing across her chest a couple of times, and then tugged on a aquamarine jumper over her hips and shoulders. The jumper was sleeveless, a deep v neck to show off the black straps of her bralette, and the pant length reached  just above her ankle. 

“Because, he said that his new partner is big on getting to know the families of his employees and other businesses that he works with.” Her mother came out of the closet with a dress, and huffed out a laugh when she saw her daughter fully dressed. “At Least wear the shoes I picked out for you.” 

Shuri grinned cheekily and slipped on cream colored heels she gave her. The heel was small and thick so she didn’t mind. “What’s the company called?”

“Talokan I believe.” 

“Griot, please pull up any information that you have on a company called Talokan.” 

Her phone lit up and pulled up several different links, before compiling the information into something easy for her to read. She quickly glanced over the notes. The company was owned by someone by the name Namor Almehen. Started off as an architectural firm before it began buying up property in poor neighborhoods, cleaning it up, and keeping the rent affordable so that none of the current residents would have to leave. 

“Hmm…” She looked through a couple more searches before saying, “There are no photos of this Namor.” 

“I heard he is quite private.” Ramonda moved around Shuri as she was distracted with her phone, clamping on a gold anklet, a few bangle bracelets, along with her black beaded bracelet, and spritzed on some of Shuri’s best perfume. 

“Mama…” Shuri began warily, as her mother brought out her makeup. “What did you do?”

“Well there was this nice man-” 

“Mama! We are going for T’Challa, not for you to play matchmaker.” She snickered but took the makeup from her mother and began applying it. Her mother has done this enough times that she didn’t really care too much either way. It was easier to get the ‘date’ over with then argue.

Ramonda shrugged, beginning to help Shuri with her hair. “It can be two things at once.” 

—

Of course her brother had been enthusiastic about bringing Shuri’s little ‘date’ with them to the meeting. Even going as far as saying, “We’ll just say he’s your fiance since this is supposed to be a family meeting.” 

Her date in question seemed to brighten at this. He was a handsome looking man, and seemed nice enough, but Shuri couldn’t even be bothered to remember his name. Shuri had a little game where she would go through the alphabet to name each suitor in her mind to keep up with her mother’s antics. Right now she was at the letter ‘M’. 

When they pulled up to Talokan CO., a tall building with gleaming large windows, M held out his arm for Shuri to take. She felt strangely relieved when she took it, because she felt absolutely nothing. 

They were immediately brought up to Namor’s office to wait for him there, Shuri noted that it was at the middle of the building and not the top. A sense of unease began to grip her when she looked around at the office’s decor. It all felt strangely familiar. 

When a side door opened, her brother had been in the way, but she recognized the voice that greeted them. The deep accented gravel of it sent her heart into overdrive. Her brother turned to introduce him to her, but not as ‘Kan’ as she knew him. 

“Namor Almehen, this is my younger sister Shuri Udaku, and her fiance-” Every sound leached out of the room, when both her and Kan, no , both her and Namor, stared at each other frozen. 

Chapter Text

What is a polite way to push someone down a flight of stairs in front of one’s new business partner?

Namor had to keep all his focus on T’Challa and his mother Ramonda’s questions as he gave them a tour of the building. It was all that he could do to keep his face pleasant. He was grateful that no one seemed to notice.

No one noticed how he was failing miserably to keep his eyes away from Shuri and her fiance.

No one noticed how he focused all of his irrational rage into a clenched fist that he held behind his back as he watched Shuri’s fiance place a hand on her lower back. 

He couldn’t even explain his anger since he hadn’t expected to ever see her again. However there was a very loud part of him that didn’t quite believe that. He very much wanted to see her again. The pull he felt from her had not gone away, and he feared that it was only getting worse. 

Did she know? Of course she knows. She had been throwing glances his way constantly, a range of emotions that he wanted to focus on but couldn’t-

“Mr. Almehen?”

Namor blinked back into the present, all eyes on him. “Sorry?”

“The mural?” Ramonda prompted, waving her hand towards the giant mural on the wall they were walking past. It depicted a giant feathered serpent flying between the ocean and sky. Coiling colors of light and dark blue, jewel toned jades and purples that colored the various creatures that swim near the serpent, warm shades of reds and oranges. A mural on a long stretch of wall that towered above them from floor to ceiling. 

“Ah. Yes, it is of K’uk’ulkan. A lot of our murals here depict the stories of what my mother used to tell me when I was a child.”

“K’uk’ul...Kan?”

Namor felt everything inside him turn to ice, allowing the briefest glance towards Shuri who had spoken out the name he had given her before, her face unreadable. He swallowed thickly and forced his attention back to Ramonda and T’Challa. “This was my mother’s favorite story.”

“And where is your mother?”

“I’m afraid it’s just me.” He lifted a hand before anyone could say anything. “I still have plenty of cousins to keep me from being without family.”

T’Challa smiled warmly at that and gestured to the mural. “Well, this actually reminds me of my sister’s room. I don’t believe there is a spot of bare wall in there.” 

“I think I have some photos of it.” Ramonda says absent mindedly, taking out her phone.

“Mother.” Shuri quickly admonishes, embarrassed. 

Namor looks at her fully then and she stares back at him. With that same look she gave him when he opened his door the night they met. He opens his mouth to speak to her, but her fiance leans down to whisper something to Shuri and takes her attention away. With that Namor quickly looks away, not wanting to see what reaction she might give. Unsure of how he might behave if he sees her being affectionate with her fiance. He clears his throat. “Please, you all must be hungry. Let me show you to our lunch room.”

On the way, his secretary stops him with a message. “Mr. Almehen, your cousin has been trying to reach you.”

“Ah. Please let him know that I’m in a meeting, but if it’s important just to message my cell, I’ll turn it on right now.” The secretary nods and runs off, and he reaches in his pocket to switch his phone back on. He tended to turn it off when he needed to concentrate, and had his phone off for most of the morning. “I apologize for this.” 

“Not at all. It's a rare sight to see someone with their cell phone off. And of course we understand.” T’Challa responds. 

The phone dings with unread messages that had been waiting for him, and he quickly glanced through them to see if any of them needed immediate attention. There was one from Attuma: 

-Hey…it’s not important, but I think we should talk.- 

Wonder what that’s about. 

Then his eyes snagged on a text from an unsaved, but very familiar number. He tapped it open and read it, then read it again. 

—-

Despite the whirlwind of her mind, Shuri wondered briefly if everything was ok when she saw Namor’s whole body freeze. Keeping his head down, his eyes flash up hotly to Shuri. Her skin goes hot for a moment before dropping and sending a shiver through her body. It happens so quickly that her mind takes a moment to catch up. 

What was that?

Namor clears his throat, gesturing ahead of him “Unfortunately I will have to take my leave of you to make a quick phone call, but lunch is on me.” He leads them into a large open area with plenty of tables and a clean looking buffett area. After helping them find a table and seeing them seated, he apologizes again and leaves. 

Shuri mentally counts to thirty after he leaves before shooting up from the table. “I have to go to the bathroom.” Her voice coming out a little louder and higher than she expected, everyone looked at her in surprise. 

“Did you need help?” Her brother jokes. 

She simply sticks her tongue out at him and walks off without answering. Walking straight past the restrooms and making a bee line for Namor’s office. 

When he opens the door to her knock, he doesn’t look surprised at all. Shuri was annoyed with how good he looked, dressed in a three piece black suit and a rust colored dress shirt. He didn’t wear a tie, but instead kept the top two buttons undone and had a couple of thin gold chains around his neck with a small jade pendant. 

Without thinking she attacks him, slapping his chest and raised arms in quick succession. He stumbles back surprised, quickly bringing her into the office and closing the door.

“How? Just HOW?” Shuri watched as he walked away from her, shrugging off his dress coat and tossing it on his couch. 

“I have no idea.” He sat down, then stood back up. To calm his fidgety hands he began unbuttoning the cuffs of his red dress shirt and rolling them up his forearms. 

“You had to have known.” She took a few steps towards him, Namor crossing his arms when she got close. “That I wasn’t...”

Namor looked away from her, rubbing his jaw, before finally answering her. “…after..”

Her anger bubbles up again at such a vague answer, and she begins smacking his arms again, with no real intent to hurt him but just to show her intense dislike of him at this moment. “After what? After the sex? After the second time? After you opened your door? After yo-”

He caught one of her hands mid hit, and took a step forward, his face hovering above hers, so close that their noses almost touched. “After I tasted you.”

Oh. 

Shuri snatches her hand back and takes several steps away from him. Being close to him was a bad idea, his warmth and scent wreaking havoc on her nerves. Her anger was shifting and she was trying desperately to hold onto it.  

She felt the now familiar ache of just looking at him. Despite everything, she could only think about how good he felt and for an absurd moment an image of the two of them laughing in bed together flashes through her mind.

Biting the inside of her cheek hard, she continues. “And then what? You think you get to have your kicks with little miss virgin?”

“I wasn’t thinking at all!” He instantly looked annoyed with himself for raising his voice, closing his eyes for a moment before continuing with a lower tone. “Because of you…just you…” Namor quickly shakes his head and looks even more frustrated. “And let me guess you get whatever it is out of your system with a complete stranger before running back to your fiance?

“My?-” Shit. She had forgotten entirely about her date. Now would be a good time to mention that he wasn’t her fiance, but frankly it was none of his damn business. “Yes, that is it exactly. I’ll be getting back to him then. Have a great life, Namor .” 

She turns on her heel, and gets as far as walking to the door and opening it a few inches, before a hand shoots out and slams the door shut. 

Namor spins her around, pressing her back against the door, then slowly moves his hands from her to cage her in. He lets out a slow shuddery breath before speaking. “I just have one question.” 

Shuri stares at him and doesn’t trust herself to speak with him this close so she simply nods. He leans in, wedging a leg between hers, and she takes a sharp intake of breath, her hands flying up to grip onto his vest.

He tilts his head, whispering into her ear. “Did you enjoy the time you spent with me?”

“It was just sex.” Shuri breathes out. She really needed to push him away, but her body disobeyed as her fingers tightened their grip on his clothes when he began to lean back. 

“Ah.” He clicked his tongue and gave her a knowing smile that she wanted to smack off. “Then why are you messaging me for more?” 

“Wha-” Her words ground to an abrupt halt when he pulled back far enough to show her his phone. The text that she had thought about sending him earlier, plain as day on his phone. Of course she accidentally sent it. Of course she accidentally sent it . 

She wanted to be embarrassed. She wanted to throw it in his face that she thought he was someone else so therefore said text is no longer applicable. But her brain refused to work properly around him. Especially when his thigh was so snug between her legs in such a way that she was tempted to move her hips to relieve the ache that had been steadily getting worse ever since she stepped into his office. 

“What lesson would you like, Shuri?” He practically purred against her neck. The brush of his beard on her skin sending electric shocks through her body.

She bit her lip, dragging a finger down the exposed skin of his collarbone. Maybe she could just get him out of her system and then move on. Would that be so bad? “I’d like to learn about quickies.”

Namor breathes in sharply at her answer and then slowly lets out a shaky breath, tentatively holding her close to him, warming Shuri through. He drops a kiss to her shoulder, before locking the door and hauling her into his personal bathroom to the right of them. 

Shuri vaguely takes in the decor, simply noticing how clean everything is, before being spun around to face the mirror, Namor standing behind her. While keeping her eyes on him she begins to tug down the top portion of her jumper, as he begins to unbuckle his belt. 

He helps push down her jumper and underwear down over her hips and groans, simply pressing the length of him against her backside. Her heart jumps at the warm feel of him, her skin humming in anticipation. 

Taking a step back, Namor drags his blunt nails down the curve of her backside, before slipping his fingers inside of her. “Already so wet for me. A gift I won’t waste.” He nips at her shoulder softly. 

When he finally slides into her, they both take a brief moment pressed against each other. Shuri already panting with the sensation of him simply being inside of her. She looks into the mirror in front of her, and when her eyes meet his he begins to move.

The pace is brutally fast, with Shuri pressed into the sink, desperately trying to keep quiet but it feels to be an impossible task. Everything felt too good. His eyes still on her. Her heartbeat vibrated through her skin. She choked out a gasp. Why was she already so close?

He slid a hand up her stomach, pushing the bralette up and over to palm her breast, pulling her back to press against his chest. Numbly aware of the fabric of his vest rubbing on her back, while his hips slammed into her. 

“Maybe I should just steal you away.” He growls into her ear, and she can’t stop the sound that rips out of her as she reaches her peak, loudly moaning out his name. His actual name. 

Namor’s arms both instantly wrap around her body at the sound, gathering her flush against him, as he jerks into her a few more times before finishing. His face burrows into her neck, muffling his shout. She helps to hold them up by splaying a hand on the mirror in front of her. 

They slowly, reluctantly pull away from each other.

Getting on his knees, Namor helps Shuri step out of her jumper to help untangle it from her feet. He shakes out the fabric and helps her back into it, his thumbs dragging up her legs as he pulls the jumper over her hips. She finishes the rest as he fixes his clothes as well. 

When she’s done she slowly turns to him. “I...I should get back to-” 

Namor moves forwards, grabbing her face with both hands and kisses her. She immediately responds, her heart jumping up into her throat, hands clutching onto his wrists. He is so slow and gentle, coaxing her mouth open to slide his tongue against hers, that her heart begins to thud painfully. 

Please don’t kiss me like this. 

Shuri has to rip herself away from him and all but runs out of his office. Her heels sounded deafening on the tile floor on her way back to the lunch room.  

“Did you fall in the toliet or something?” Her brother snickers when she finally makes her way back to their table. She promptly responds by flipping him off. 

“Shuri!” Ramonda admonished. 

“Sorry moth-” When Shuri sits down, she jolts in surprise, whipping her head back to where she had come from. 

“Did you forget something in the bathroom?” 

“I-I don’t think so. Oh, that’s right, I left my bag with you guys.” She laughs nervously, while internally raging. That bastard had stolen her underwear. She’s going to kill him.  

The rest of the tour was an excruciating experience. Shuri felt like a complete mess while Namor looked pristine, and she could not stop staring at him. She slipped her hand into the crook of M’s offered arm, thinking that the arm might as well have been attached to a mannequin. 

Sex had been a mistake. 

Namor catches her looking at him, and ever so slowly he taps a finger to his right pocket, his eyes hungrily looking below her waist. Her skin catches fire at the thought of the mess they made underneath her clothes.

Sex had been a huge mistake. 

And of course the tour ends on an absolute high note. 

“We would love to have you over for dinner tonight. If you’re free of course” Her mother asks innocently. Unaware of the look of horror that Shuri shoots Namor. 

He stares back at Shuri and responds mildly, “I would love to.”

—-

Hours later Namor arrives at the Udaku residence with a bottle of wine in hand. It’s not a small home by any means but still modest. T’Challa leads him into the house taking him on a quick tour around the house, decorated with a combination of blacks, golds, and whites with modern furniture. Pops of solid color, purples, reds, and greens; decorated the walls through paintings and wall hangings. When they reach the dining room there are already large plates of food placed on the table. 

“I’m sorry that my wife and son could not join us. They are visiting family back in Haiti, and will be back next week.”

“I’ll make sure to meet them when they’re available.” Namor glances at the table and notices four place settings. “Four people?”

“Oh, Shuri’s fiance won’t be joining us. Well, to be honest he was just a blind date my mother set her up on.”

Namor’s eyes widened in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. 

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to lie to you, it was more of a joke at my sister’s expense.” 

“No need to apologize.” 

Ramonda comes in and they settle at the table, opening the bottle of red wine Namor brought and chatting amicably while waiting for Shuri. When Shuri comes down, Ramonda is the first to see her. 

“Shuri, why on earth did you change?” 

Namor looked over while taking a sip of his wine and nearly choked on it, trying his best to not burst into laughter. 

Instead of wearing her jumper from earlier, she now wore a matching pair of baggy sweats and a pullover hoodie that made her appear shapeless, especially with the hoodie pulled over her head and cinched. She also had a pair of black box framed glasses. 

In Namor’s opinion she looked quite adorable, but the unamused look she shot at him when she realized the last place setting was set up next to him was what almost made him laugh. 

“I forgot we were having company.” She mumbled, and sat with a huff next to Namor. 

“Wine?” Namor asked innocently, and poured her a glass when she nodded to him. He watched her take a sip, and pause staring down at the cup annoyed. “Do you like it?” 

“It’s delicious.” 

They begin passing the plates of food around and serve themselves, the conversation light and easy. Namor figures it would be safe to speak with Shuri in this setting with minimal suspicion. 

“So what is it you do for a living?” 

“I designed an app.” 

“Shuri, don't be modest. She designed the search engine called Griot.” T'Challa says, looking proudly at his younger sister.

“Really?” Namor is honestly impressed. He used the damn thing all the time, it saved him a lot of time. “That’s amazing. That app has made my life easy, especially when work gets busy.”

Shuri beams at the praise, turning to him excitedly, her chair scooting just an inch closer to his. “We are working on having a voice attached to it, with an interface that would adapt to whoever is speaking to it.” 

Namor leaned on a hand as he watched her, trying his best to keep his face neutral. Her excited babble was soothing in a way that he didn’t expect.

When dinner was mostly finished and they finished off the rest of the wine, Namor very slowly reached over and placed his hand over Shuri’s under the table. She was looking ahead, listening to her brother, so there was no outside reaction, but Namor could feel the miniscule pause. 

Then ever so slowly, she flipped her hand over to weave her fingers through his. 

After dinner is done, and Namor gets up to help with the dishes, Ramonda waves him off. “None of that. Shuri, why don’t you take Mr. Almehen to look at the walls of your room that we discussed earlier.” 

“Mama!” Shuri says aghast. 

“If you don’t mind, Shuri. I would love to see it.” 

She glares at him. “Fine.” Turning on her heel she leads him up the stairs to her room. His first thought was that her brother was right. There wasn’t a single sliver of plain wall left. He took his time to look at the ever shifting colors and patterns that interlocked and weaved over each wall. There was no overall theme with her art but he could see masked faces and panthers amongst the designs. 

“You did these yourself? It’s beautiful.” He glanced at her, and she shoved her hands in her pocket looking away from him, a flattered expression on her face. 

Namor looked around the rest of her room, which was kept mostly clean except for her desk. Its surface was an explosion of paper and haphazardly stacked books. “So you lied about having a fiance?” 

Shuri stayed quiet for a beat before speaking. “You're one to talk.” 

He walked up to her then, crowding her against the doorframe she was leaning on and keeping his voice low. “You're right, I did not tell you the truth, and I'm sorry for that. But I do not regret it.” Namor leans towards her and she stays still. “I’d like to keep seeing you, but only if that is something you want. You know where to find me once you decide.” He leans down and simply kisses her cheek, and he can feel her slightly lean into him. 

Namor leaves her there in her room, praying that she won’t keep him waiting for long. 

—

“WHAT?” Riri slammed her ice coffee back down on the table, staring wide eyed at Shuri. They had met at a small cafe the next day, because Shuri needed to talk to someone about this. And why not Riri who had known her plan since the beginning. “Do you have a photo of him?”

Shuri’s face heated up in embarrassment, and passed Riri her phone. She had snuck a photo of him at dinner last night. 

Riri raised her eyebrows at the photo, looking impressed. “So let me get this straight. Even though it wasn’t a paid stranger, you still had sex with a stranger? A stranger you are wildly attracted to.”

“Yes.” Shuri mumbled, chewing on her straw. 

“AND you had an amazing first time? Like he made sure you had a good time and wasn’t a total weirdo?” Riri pointed Shuri’s phone at her, one eyebrow raised in question, ready to throw down if Shuri told her that he hurt her in any way. 

Shuri had gone over their first night again and again, he had made sure that was taken care of and had even listened to what she wanted. “Y-Yes I mean-”

“AND. You got it for free ?” 

“That’s not really the point.” She choked out a laugh. 

“I mean I think it’s a great point. That escort agency did all the work for you, and you just had to show up. It’s like a safe, high end version of tinder.” 

Huh. Shuri didn’t think of it that way. “...I guess that’s true.”

“And how about the ‘no mess’ bullshit?”  Riri slid the phone back to Shuri, a side shot of Namor still displayed on her phone. It was a blurry shot, but it somehow, annoyingly, caught how handsome he is. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you clearly like him, and you hooked up again. This doesn’t sound like it's over. ” Riri shrugged and continued to drink her coffee, her eyes challenging Shuri to deny it. 

Shuri slumped down in her seat, unable to deny anything. 

—

About a week later and no message from Shuri, Namor receives a knock at the door of his apartment on a saturday afternoon. When he opens the door, Shuri walks in without a word passed between them and goes straight into his living room. 

Surprised, but amused, Namor closes and locks the door and follows after her. 

She stared him down as he walked up to her, stopping a few feet away. She crossed her arms, uncrossed them, then crossed them again. “My name is Shuri Udaku, I created the search app Griot. Nice to meet you.”

Namor bit his lip to keep from smiling, his eyes taking her in, appreciating that she always managed to wear something that made her dark skin luminous. Today she had chosen a jewel toned purple wrap dress that did not look very different then the yellow dress that she had worn on her first night at his place. He took a step forward and was rewarded with her simply looking at him, holding her ground.

“My name is Namor Almehen, I own my own architectural business.” He watched her visibly relax at his response, clearly relieved that he was playing along. 

“I ordered an escort to help get my ‘first time’ over and done with. And figured it would be the safest and less annoying way to do so.” She continued.

He took another step forward and she uncrossed her arms. “My annoying cousin decided I was too stressed out with work and that I had been too long without.” 

This piqued her interest and she tilted her head in question. “How long?”

“About a year or just over it.” He shrugged and took another step closer, his feet touching the tip of her shoes. “And so this beautiful woman shows up at my door and now I haven't been able to stop thinking about her once. Not to mention the week I waited for her to come back to me was more excruciating than my year without sex.” Namor touches the collar of her dress and follows the line down to her exposed collar bone. “What are you doing here Shuri?”

“You annoy me.” 

“Annoy?” He snorts, not expecting the blunt response. 

“Sex wasn't supposed to be fun.”

“You had fun?” Namor had to admit, he had a lot of fun with her too. Which, if he was being honest with himself, was new for him.  

“….yes.” She finally reached to touch him, sliding a hand around his side to hold him, and taking a step forward to close the gap between them. “And I would like to continue having fun together.” 

“Only if you let me take you to dinner.” He slides his hand back up her neck, cupping her jaw. 

Shuri grinned in a way that made his heart trip over itself. “Deal.”

—

Shuri stumbles back against a wall as Namor roughly presses into her, devouring her mouth like a man starved, showing her just how ‘excruciating’ the week without her had been. She pulls at his shirt and he obliges, leaning back just enough for her to pull it off of him. 

“I want my underwear back, you pervert.” She nips at his lips. 

“Ah, is that why you’ve gone without today?” His hand slips under her dress, fingers firmly squeezing her bare ass. 

“Shut up.” And lets out a gasp when he squeezes harder.

They make their way to his bedroom, untying and slipping off her dress along the way. When he fumbles with the door knob, Shuri unties the string of his sweatpants pushing them down just enough to cup him and give him a gentle stroke. This causes him to stumble into the room, sweats still tangled around his legs, and trip down onto the carpeted floor near his bed. Unfortunately he was still holding onto Shuri, so she went down with him screeching with laughter on top of him. 

“I think you broke my back.” Namor jokes, groaning out a laugh. He kicks off his sweats. 

“Hmm, would you like me to take over then?” She presses him down on the floor, emboldened by how much his eyes dilated, his brown eyes almost black now. 

“Yes.” He whispers, sliding up a hand up her hip.

“Good, because I didn’t get a chance to try this last time.”  She scooted back, and took the length of him back into her hand, giving it a tentative stroke. She then licked her lips, before taking the head of him into her mouth. 

Namor chokes out a moan, his head dropping back, and thumping loudly on the floor. His hand grasping blindly onto the back of her shoulder. 

She swirls her tongue, and strokes him at the same time, adjusting and experimenting until the sounds of him underneath her make her head go hazy and between her legs go slick with want. Shuri likes him like this, she likes being the one to make him this undone just as he does to her. 

He suddenly surges up and yanks her off of him gasping. 

“Did I hurt you?” She asks worriedly. 

“N-” He pauses to swallow. “No. Opposite.” Namor pulls her forward and kisses her hard, and she takes the opportunity to straddle him, line him up underneath her, and slide down the length of him. He pulls back to gasp with her suddenly flush against him.

With her hands on his shoulders to steady her, she begins riding him, taking a moment to adjust herself and find a position that felt good to her. She switches between gyrating her hips and bouncing on top of him, preening at his words of encouragement, but her legs started to burn with the effort and her rhythm began to slow its pace.

Oh damnit.  

“Do you need help?” Namor asked, noticing her stuttered movements. 

“No.” She stubbornly denies, but begins to laugh a second later. “Yes, why is this so exhausting?” 

He smiles and kisses her neck, positioning himself more firmly on the ground, gripping her hips and begins to pump his hips into her from underneath, hitting a rather delicious angle that makes her limbs tremble. She mindlessly moves her hips in tandem with his movements, her breath coming out short and quick.

“Namor… I’m close I’m close-”

“Say it again.” He grunts out.

His name?

“Na-” he picks up the pace immediately - “MORRR!!” She wails out his name again and again as she rides out her orgasam, sending him well over the edge with her, shouting out her name in return. 

Their movements slowly come to a stop, skin slicked with sweat and clinging to each other. Shuri presses a soft, tender kiss to his mouth and when she pulls back they are both smiling dazedly at one another. Comfortable, sated, and happy. 

—

They sit with their backs against the bed frame on the floor, wrapped up in sheets that Namor had pulled off the bed for them. Namor wraps an arm around Shuri and she wedges herself comfortably against his side. She has his free hand in hers, tracing the veins on the back of his hand.

“I have a question.” 

Namor hums for Shuri to continue, his eyes closed. There was a comfortable buzz at the base of his skull that came from just her being near him, and he was relishing it. 

“Did your payment ever go through for the escort service?”

“Yours didn’t?” He had gotten a confirmation notice from the service when it did. 

"Nope.”

“Hmm, well that seems unfair.” Not really caring in the slightest, but it did bring on a weird thought.

Didn’t Attuma want to speak to me about something?

—-------

About 2ish weeks ago at around seven o’clock…

Attuma answers his door to find one of the most beautiful he has ever seen. She wore a simple buttoned up trench coat with a bright red scarf and heeled boots, but they did nothing to hide the generous curve of her body. Her hair was shorn close to the scalp, which gave more focus to her sharply expressive eyes.  

However, Attuma had the strangest sensation that he had seen her before. 

“Hello, my name is Okoye. Are you Mr. Almehen?” 

His eyes widened in surprise. She’s the escort he had chosen for his cousin. He must have accidentally put in his home address when he was filling out the information for Namor.

Okoye tilts her head, her arms crossed. “You are Namor Almehen, correct?”

Attuma swallows hard before answering.

“Yup.”