_kingofthedead_ (_kingofthedead_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-05-27 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | bast, t'challa (black panther) |
Who: T’Challa and Bast
When: May, during the Star Wars Plot
Where: Bast’s place
What: T’Challa and Bast finally find each other during the chaos of all the Star Wars
Rating/Warnings: Medium?, for constant mentionings of T’Challa’s posterior, some references, and a minor strip show, if you can call it that.
Status: Complete.
T'Challa made his way through the chaotic streets of Ocean County with the urgency of a man on a mission. He was not frightened or alarmed by these turn of events - he'd been here long enough to recognize when the OC decided to throw them a curve ball. He was grateful for his dream knowledge, skills and most importantly the Black Panther suit he was currently wearing. Stormtrooper and droid alike were baffled at how he could resist their blaster strikes uninjured and unimpeded. That momentary surprise gave T'Challa the advantage he needed to knock them senseless or destroy the droid easily.
He'd had his fill of all of this, however, for the past two days and now wanted nothing more than to find his girlfriend, Bast. He has lost contact with her when everything started, and had worried over her safety, though not too much, as he knew all too well what she was capable of. Still, it was unnerving not being by her side, as her chosen Champion should be, at a time like this.
Rounding the corner that led to her house he stealthily avoided a group of droids, slinking into the shadows beneath trees and climbing the fence into Bast's backyard. Once there he crept to the back door and rapped on it with a gloved hand. T'Challa had the other dream suit on, the one with the nano technology in the head gear so he made sure the mask disappeared so Bast could see his face and not just a panther mask. He was sure she was as sick of seeing people hidden behind masks and helmets as much as he was.
Bast had spent the majority of the last two days either fighting or running. She’d seriously considered asking Muffin to be her host outside of the dreams. But instead, she used whatever means she had of getting around things. It didn’t exactly leave much time to check in with people, so she’d been unfortunately MIA.
It didn’t mean she wasn’t concerned about people, but she didn’t know how to be concerned about them and not get hurt at the same time. It wasn’t exactly Apophis level fighting. The men were fairly terrible shots and she was faster than she’d been when she started. But she had experience in evading attacks.
This was one moment when she hadn’t been attacked. Likely because she’d kept most of the lights in the house out to make it look like she wasn’t home. The sound of someone at the door had her on high alert and a tenseness rippled over her. Had she been a cat at that moment, her fur might have stood on end, but she wasn’t. She was very much in human form. Using her night vision to get to the door, she peered through a peephole to see who was there. She felt a wave of relief wash over her when she noticed who it was. Quickly she opened the door and pulled him inside before shutting it again.
“If I never see another Storm Trooper again,” she started, shaking her head as she walked further inside. Pausing, she turned to look at him again, trying to assess if there was anything she needed to worry about. “You’re okay?”
“Am I okay?” He said, hardly out of breath for all the running he'd been doing. “I was worried about you! I came here the first day but you were gone. You were not answering your cell the following day either.” He could see well in the dark room thanks to his enhanced traits from the dreams. She looked exhausted but on edge. He pulled Bast gently to him and kissed her lips softly. “I am grateful you are all right, goddess. I am sorry I was not by your side.”
There was the smallest hint of a smile at his words. “I’m sorry. I was out. At least for a while. Then they just started attacking a lot more often.” She still wasn’t sure what that was about. She’d just known it had happened. “I got a little caught up. I’m sorry.” Bast went easily when T’Challa pulled her over to him, relaxing a little when he kissed her. It was nice to finally have him around again. “I assume you were out saving the world as usual.” Her smile grew slightly. “But I was all right. Better now that you’re here.”
T'Challa matched her small smile. He really was feeling guilty he hadn't found her sooner. “Something like that. Tony helped.” His smile was teasing now though he meant it; he and Tony Stark had both gone out to defend Stark Tower and the surrounding area when it got flooded with robots and storm troopers like some epic Hollywood stunt.
T'Challa held Bast close, nuzzling her hair as the relief started to sink in they were together and fine. “I am glad to hear it.” Pulling back he looked at her. “So, now that you have company that is not trying to kill you, what would you like to do?”
Tony. Bast teased a lot about his very uncreative Halloween costume, but she couldn’t say she knew the man all that well. “How very helpful of him.” Her tone was teasing, but she was sure T’Challa was telling the truth about it. Still, she cared a little less about what Tony Stark was doing and far more about her boyfriend.
“Anything else but sparring,” she said, a hint of amusement to her voice. “I suppose I could make snacks and we could watch some TV?” She really just wanted to relax. She didn’t need to turn on the lights for this activity. Though, she did have a question. “Do you want to change? There should be something for you to change into here.”
T'Challa smiled. “Anything but sparring.” He nodded at her recommendation. “That sounds good.” Plus cuddling with Bast on the couch sounded perfect after days of non-stop fighting on the streets of the OC.
He unshouldered the small black backpack he'd been carrying that had all but disappeared on his back. “I actually brought a change. I...didn’t realize you had any for me here.” He found the gesture touching. And practical. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been at her place before and spent the night after all, or been with her in costume only for them to resort to a more intimate setting which left him without a change of clothes.
He smirked at his girlfriend. “I could still use the help, however.” He didn’t, actually. But T’Challa enjoyed immensely the way Bast looked at him whenever he undressed, and he most definitely craved her touch after a few days separated.
“I figured it was prudent for surprise situations.” Plus, Bast really did hope to have him over more often. At least she never claimed any amount of innocence. Unless it was some random moment of teasing. “Or maybe I can divine the future and figured I ought to be prepared. Lest you have to lounge uncomfortably or naked. One of which I am perfectly okay with should you feel too lazy to change, of course.” The last statement was said with a smile and a wink.
If there was anything he didn't need to ask twice for, it was help getting him undressed. Yes, it could paint her in an interesting light as someone always attempting to get their partner naked, but it wouldn't be untrue. She was likely always attempting, even when she wasn't really. He has a nice body, so what was the problem?
Grinning like the cat that got the milk, Bast let her hands slide up his back (after the obligatory ass grab) and found the zipper before pulling it down. “On a scale of easy to very easy how easy will it be to convince you to stay?” She would probably let him leave if he had to, but there was absolutely no fault in asking. “And I do mean have an impromptu sleepover at my house.” A pause. “It's clothing optional. Naturally.” Okay, so she was unapologetic about her intentions.
T'Challa jolted a little in surprise at Bast's hands on his ass; he should have been used to it by now, but somehow she got him every time. The movement of surprise wasn't much, more along the lines on how a cat would have acted in surprise if you started petting it when it wasn't looking - not a jump so much as a momentary stiffness followed by a relaxed lean into the touch. He grinned as she asked him to stay the night while undressing him. Like he'd say no in this position. Or ever, for that matter.
“Very easy, goddess.” He all but purred. He let the outfit drop to his ankles. Clad in the tight black underwear and matching shirt, he stepped from the pile of clothing and pulled Bast into his arms, leaning in for another kiss. “I have missed you dearly these few days.”
His surprise really only made it that much entertaining. As if she hadn’t done this countless times. His ass was one of her favorite things. Not the only one, of course, but she didn’t think she paid the rest of him nearly as much attention. She'd right that eventually.
Her delight at his response was obvious, mixed with something a little more mischievous. “Good. I had no real plan on how to convince you otherwise.” Outside of disrobing, but if she had to go that route...well, it would have been a little disappointing. But she didn’t have to resort to anything like that. So she was well pleased. Even more pleased now that he was out of his costume. Not that she didn’t appreciate it, but really. Who didn’t appreciate seeing him in tight undergarments? If there was anyone, she would be surprised. Well, perhaps there were some women who would not, but she would appreciate it enough for all of them. Letting T’Challa pull her closer, she leaned into the kiss, arms coming to wrap around his neck. “I’ve missed you, too. I’m glad you’re here now.”
He decided kissing his girlfriend for a few minutes in the intimate darkness of her house seemed like a good idea. The occasional distant laser blasts however, started to kill the mood a little. He sighed after they broke for some air. “Perhaps some television is in order. If nothing else than to drown out the insanity around us for a little.” He nuzzled her neck playfully. “Did you need any help preparing the snacks?” He nipped lightly, teasing.
Bast really couldn’t argue with T’Challa’s decision to kiss her. Especially when she wanted to do exactly that. When he pulled away, she nearly went after him. But then he was talking, so she listened. “Yes. I suppose we should turn the television on,” she murmured, fingers sliding up into his hair. “I am certainly not going to get anywhere with the snacks or the television if you’re going to keep up with that. Not that I’m complaining so much as making a point.” Because she couldn’t complain about T’Challa’s closeness or the current placement of his mouth. “But I’m always happy for help.”
T’Challa chuckled softly against her skin. “I’d apologize but I’m not sorry.” And he planted a few kisses along her neck before pulling back to look into her eyes again. Those cat eyes he was getting used to, eyes that still had him half wanting to kneel in worship out of reflex thanks to the dreams, but at least no longer unnerved him.
He was a bit hungry, to be honest. The fighting he’d done and his worrying over Bast’s whereabouts had kept his meals far and few between, and light. So he pulled her along into the kitchen, but refrained from any further action as he thought it’d be rude to root around in her refrigerator. “What can I help you with, goddess?”
“No. I imagine you are not,” she quipped. When he drew back and looked her in the eyes, she looked back at him. She had, on occasion, disguised them...in the beginning. Now, she did not. She was glad he did not seem so bothered by them now because it was tiring to hide them from people and, as a goddess, it hurt her pride to do so.
She wouldn’t have minded if he’d wanted to look around. Really, it wasn’t like she was hiding half eaten cat food in the fridge that he might find and judge her for. She wasn’t so interested in cat food outside of to feed Muffin with. She picked out some popcorn from the pantry before handing it over to him. “I think I can trust you with this. If you want anything more substantial than popcorn and sweets, I can also try to see if I have any leftover things.”
T'Challa smirked, tearing off the cellophane wrapper. “I can do popcorn.” He chuckled and popped it into the microwave, hitting it for the sweet spot of two minutes and twenty seconds. “As for sweets…” He growled playfully, pulling her back to him from behind. He buried his face into her soft hair and inhaled the scent that was Bast and smiled. “Goddess, I believe I am falling in love with you.” And he pulled her hair aside so he could kiss along her neck to her shoulder.
Bast felt a moment of surprise before she allowed herself to laugh. She did not consider herself a sweet, but she also couldn't complain about getting attention as if she was one. And the she found herself surprised all over again when he spoke. For a moment, she was completely still, letting the words linger in the air as if she could divine some hidden meaning. As if there was some hidden meaning. But no. That had been what he'd said. She was glad she was not looking him in the eyes initially, however. She hadn't meant to appear as surprised as she was. “I think you might not be alone in that.” The words neither sounded false, nor felt false to her, though she could not remember feeling anything like it in or out of the dreams. Turning in his arms, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, completely ignoring the microwave’s attempts to alert them to the fact that their popcorn was ready.
Initially T'Challa hadn't even realized the gravity of the words that had escaped his mouth, not until Bast replied in kind. Then he too fell into a sort of stunned silence. Had they really gotten to this point? When she turned and looked up at him, he knew the answer to be an unequivocal yes. He disappeared into that kiss, into her arms, ignoring the entire world around them in that moment of confession.
Bast had been aware of wishing that she could love someone in her dreams. She had felt the want to be able to return feelings, but she couldn't. She couldn't make herself feel something she didn't. There was a sense of elation in the knowledge that she could, that it wouldn't always be this pattern of not feeling it while others did.
Eventually, she did find she needed to breathe, so she pulled back. “I didn't realize you felt so deeply for me already. Surely, I have been terribly obnoxious since we first met.” Always entirely forward to T’Challa’s more reserved nature. She held nothing back unless she knew that she ought to. Most of that, however was the lingering guilt she felt over abandoning her post in the dreams. “But perhaps you like them trying and overly fond of your ass.”
T’Challa’s expression widened into a grin, and then he uncharacteristically laughed. He had to, because her words hit on the head precisely the type of person he was in choosing a significant other.
“Goddess, if you could know my dreams, you would see that the woman I loved there,” and he chose not to say that the very same woman had been here in Orange County previously, “Is the most trying woman I know. Perhaps it is my achilles heel to be with, strong, ‘trying’ women. Although you would be the first to be so keen for my ass.” His look sobered a bit, and he pushed a hand gently into her hair. “We have been together for months now, it was only a matter of time before I succumbed.” And that twinkle of mischief was in his eyes again.
Bast had to arch an eyebrow at that. She didn’t know much about T’Challa’s dreams outside of what he’d told her, but she wasn’t really surprised that he’d had someone. She had a son in hers, but so far, she did not really see much of him in the dreams. She just had a knowledge that he existed. She did not have a son here, however. But nothing in her dreams spoke of a consort or someone that she’d been with. Just the son. She did wonder about that a little. But then Ra had no wife and they had been born all the same. “I have to be different somehow,” she said with a hint of amusement in her voice. “It is such a wonderful thing. I cannot help but appreciate it.”
Slowly the amusement slid from her expression and she studied his face. “I’d say it was about time, but then I’m not sure I really knew myself until it was said. So who am I to speak, really?” Her hand came to rest against his face. “I have no dream love to speak of, so I suppose you will have to be my story. Do you think yourself up for the challenge?”
T’Challa smiled down at her with love and admiration in his eyes. He had no idea how anyone could not fall in love with this incredible woman, and thought it was unfortunate she had not known love in the dreams. He would have to remedy that here. “It would be an honor, and most certainly a pleasure, Bast, goddess of my heart.” And with that declaration, he leaned down and kissed her passionately.