Emily wasn't like other girls. Everything about her was different and unique. She did everything in her own way. So when he saw the tampon box in her gym bag one day after rehearsal they were going on tour together after she retired from gymnastics, he would be lying if he said he wasn't expecting a hormonal hurricane. But it never came. He didn't want to ask her about it so he let it go. Until one day. One awful day.
She came in a very un-Emily like mood in a pair of baggy sweats and tank top. Not her normal leggings or sundress he noticed. He watched her throw her bag against the wall and make her way over to him in an uncomfortable walk.
"Let's get this over with," she snapped sharply. Not wanting to upset her anymore than she clearly already was Damon got them into position and began their opening duet.
Half way through their practice the backup dancer and band left as he prepared to dip her. Latching on to her arm, he spun her into a dip for their ballroom dance number in the middle of the show but immediately regretted it as he watched Emily double over in pain. Confirming his suspicions from earlier.
"Mustang." He said worriedly while reaching down to help her up.
"I am fine." She breathed, shrugging his hand off. Straightening her back, Emily got back into position. Without argument, Damon prepared the dip again but, was once again halted by her doubling over.
"Emily… let me help you." He begged reaching for her again.
"I am fine."
"No You're not." He said firmly, making her meet his gaze.
"I know what wrong Emily. I saw the box in your bag yesterday." He explained gently, causing her to look down in embarrassment.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"Why would I tell you Damon? It's embarrassing." Emily mumbled crossing her arms over her chest. She looked up at him when she heard him scoff.
"Your pain is not embarrassing to me."
"Well what did you want me to do? Walk in here and say, "oh by the way I started my cycle."
"Yes. As a matter of fact. Do exactly that." Damon commanded.
"Why?" Emily asked. Her voice betraying her.
"Because…" Damon trailed off. Pulling her to him. " I don't know if you have noticed but I have pretty deep feeling for you and I want to take care you of you."
"Men aren't suppose to care about cycles and hormones." Emily whispered. "I not use to having it when I was a gymnast I didn't have it so I am still getting use to it and everytime Brian heard about it he got grossed out ."
"I am not this Brian ." Damon said dramatically, making Emily laugh. "I take care of what's mine." He finished softly, stroking the side of her face.
"Am I… yours?" Emily asked shyly as she wrung her hands nervously.
"Do you want to be? Because ever since our first kiss I thought you were " He teased. Gazing up at him through long lashes, she nodded her head yes. Earning a smile from Damon.
"Come on." He said grabbing her hand, only stopping to get their bags.
"Where are we going?" Emily asked as he pulled her outside.
" To take care of what's mine."
'Oh' she thought.