Author's note: I own nobody. Simple. Only my OC.
He sat there looking as regal as ever. The sweat dripping off his sculpted jaw, his plump lips, was a sight in itself. The title sat in his hands. Glinting in the lighting of the room. His tears glossing the magnificent metal. The chest of the man rising up in controlled yet very noticeable sobs were breaking my heart yet soothing it. All at the same time. All the hard work, all the struggles, all the humiliation, all the punishments, all the abuse, he was still here. He had reached the absolute pedestal. Rightfully so.
He wiped his salty tears off the gold engravement and held his head high. His eyes showing passion and courage. That he'd continue to push boundaries and prove that he was worthy of being a champion, not just because of a belt. But because he was good at heart. No matter all the sinful mistakes he made, all the unforgiving words he might have spoken, he wanted to be forgiven. He wanted to forgive. To love till death.
To hope.
To hope that he'll live forever with his true love. To bear and to adopt children, to make lives better. He'd work hard to provide for his family. To be a better man.
I looked at him with admiration and love. He doesn't know. He didn't have to know. But then I'd be depriving him of his joy. He turned his massive head to look at me his long locks sticking to his face. My hands were roaming on his back, tracing smooth circles. His lips curled into a smile, revealing his hearty smile. I took a moment to register his face, the pure joy and accomplishment, written on his face, his eyes sparkling with...gratefulness.
I pulled his lips onto mine my tears staining his perfect cheeks. He seemed to be deprived but that can wait. It can always wait. I pulled away.
He looked at me. I returned his gaze. He brushed my tears away with the back of his hand.
"What is it?" he asked his voice sounding like honey.
"Well, since you're the champ, I guess suspense isn't right for a person such as yourself anymore."
"What do you got for me, honey?" His lips curled maliciously indicating a challenge.
"Ask me?" I pouted a little.
"I just did sweetheart." He slid his hands onto my shoulders and pulled me close to his warm body.
I crawled onto his lap and positioned myself comfortably. He leaned back his hand supporting us. The mattress dipping because of his enormous figure.
I took one of his hands and placed it on my belly. A wholesome smile plastered on my face.
He seemed perplexed, but a bit too unbelieving. Damian looked at our hands intertwined. His lips quivered as he slowly looked at me.
He shook his head wildly, the tears once again slipping.
I shook mine just as wildly, all the while smiling stupidly.
He withdrew his hands from mine as they settled at my cheeks gently instead.
"Are you serious?"
"As true as our love."
We commenced our night with a wild, desperate, and hungry kiss.
So, there ya go! Short yet sweet. Read and review. Pretty please?