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It was a religious experience a form of grief and seduction all wrapped into one. The two most powerful people clawing at each other like desperate predators. By the end of it always ends the same.
Shuri dagger pressed to Namor throat. Shuri had bloody nose and Namor had bloody knuckles. It was cathartic for them to fight like enemies instead of admitting they were lovers during the quiet hours of the night.
"Even if you slit my throat, i'd thank you for touching my skin." Namor said as he looked to Shuri uncertain big brown eyes. His hand wraps around hers helping her put pressure on the dagger against his throat.
Shuri pauses at Namor words as she holds the dagger in her against Namor throat her hand shaking.
"Your dramatic," Shuri whispered as Namor grins sly like a fox. Her heart fluttered as Namor once again finds away to coil around her heart like the snake he was. She stood up reluctantly helping Namor up off the cave floor.
"I'll try again tomorrow" Shuri put the dagger back in the holster as Namor kisses her hand.
"Will you succeed tomorrow?" He purred stepping closer to her. Shuri didn't move back like she always did. Namor pressed his hand against her cheek. She leaned into his hand before back away.
"I will," she hissed her words determined by her eyes betrayed her as she looked upon the God with gentle eyes.
"Then I'll be waiting my angel of death," Namor said gently as he smiled fondly watching Shuri walk out of the cave.
She always felt hollow after her failed attempts at murdering her lover and god-king. But she could always hear her cousin N'djaka telling her to handle the situation at hand.
Shuri emerged from the water her minor wounds already healed. She detract her suit and sits on the beach. She watches then sun set.
Namor emerges once the moon was fully high in the sky. He walked over to Shuri as she stood up slowly. He cupped her face wiping her tears as he kissed her slowly.
"Miiso(kitten), grief and anger takes time," He said as Shuri hugged his waist resting her head on his chest.
Shuri drops to her knees nuzzling into his thigh. She kissed his thigh humming softly.
"Just fuck me," She said looking up at him with pleading brown eyes.
"As you wish Miiso(kitten)," He whispered touching her cheek.
Little did Shuri know that she was succeeding at killing the God-king. The slowest way to kill someone you love is too not love them enough.