Chapter 12

Damian was driving happily, singing along with the Metallica tracks that were playing on his car's radio. In a couple hours he would be reunited with the ones he considered as his second family. He was glad to be back at the performance centre to train and exercise his art. Everything was perfect. He entered the parking lot, parked his car and grabbed his sports bag. It had been less than one month but he had missed this place so much. When he pushed the men's locker room's door he was immediately greeted by Finn, JD and Dom hugging him and shouting some welcome back words. He quickly changed and headed to the gym, where he would for sure find his terror twin.

- "YOU'RE BAAAAAAAAAACK!" shouted Rhea across the gym when she saw him. She dashed towards him to literally jump in his arms and hug him tight.

- "Yeah, I'm back and ready to kick some ass!" he laughed, putting her down and starting to warm up.

He noticed that his friends stayed close to him during the training. He couldn't help but find it amusing to see how much they actually cared about him. For the fans they might be a despicable faction, but in real life they were the most united gang the world had ever seen. Each time one of them was feeling bad, the others would always be here to provide support and help. When he was feeling depressed, they had been here for him, cheering him up and making him laugh, when Finn was injured, they were here to take care of him. The Judgment Day was not only a faction, but it was also a family nothing could tear apart. He started to lift heavy dumbbells to work on his back and arms, Finn being near him to catch him up if anything went wrong. It felt good to train again. He hadn't noticed before, but working hard on his body allowed him to clear his mind, focusing on only one goal: go further, be stronger. Pushing and lifting weights was part of his life and almost became a drug to him. He was clearly in love with his job, and his friends supporting him was the topping on the cake. He finished his session by giving some punches to a heavy bag, noticing Finn and JD were still competing to find out which one of them could push the heavier weight on the leg press. For now, Finn was still winning but one day JD would be as strong as him for sure.

- "Ready for some sparring, man?" Dom asked him.

- "Oh Hell yes!" He excitedly answered. Some in-ring training would not hurt him and Dom was a safe partner. He was still young and needed to improve but for sure he was one of the best sparring partner he could dream of.

Damian was having his well-deserved shower after his first serious training in one month. The hot water felt good on his aching muscles and he loved feeling clean. It was part of his personality, he enjoyed looking at himself in the mirror, making sure he looked good, hair perfectly combed, face nicely shaved, clothes perfectly adjusted. Clothes? He suddenly remembered that his wrestling attire was destroyed. Good reason to go to see Mina to have a new one. When they were not on the roads, she was working at the performance centre where she had a bigger workshop and more efficient equipment. He turned off the water and dried himself. He then joined the guys to get dressed and tie his hair.

- "How does it feel to be back on track?" JD asked.

- "Amazing guys! I just need to get a new gear, no way I come back on the ring wearing shorts and T-shirt." He answered.

They finished to get ready before meeting Rhea outside of the gym. She had an odd smile on her lips.

- "I know somebody who will be happy to see you" she said while grabbing his arm. "Let's go to see our favourite dressmaker."

The five of them walked through the long corridors of the performance centre towards the sewing workshop. As they were approaching, they could hear heavy drums, followed by aggressive guitar riffs. Damian and Rhea chuckled as the recognized Sabaton's Unkillable Soldier playing out loud in the workshop. Knowing Mina would not hear them knock, they just pushed the door to find a Mina crazily working while singing from the top of her lungs. She was wearing a knee-length black dress with mid sleeves, arched at her waist by a leather belt. Her hair was gathered in some sort of messy bun, held by a purple scrunchy that let numerous strands of hair flowing around her face. No matter how many times she tried to tie her hair, it would always stay wild and untamed. "No thread tangled in her mane today" Damian thought, an amused smile on his face.

- "At the edge of madness, he will show no sadness. Never broken, he'll be back for more. Proven under fire, over trench and wire. No fear of death, he's unshakeable" she sung while cutting a huge piece of pink fabric. Then she saw her friends and her smile grew wider as her eyes sparkled seeing Damian. She immediately dropped everything she was doing to stop the radio and run towards him.

- "Woooooooh! You're back!" she screamed while jumping in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She then buried her face in his neck, chuckling in joy and happiness. "I missed you so much" she said while going back to the ground.

- "I missed you too Princess" he laughed.

- "I want a hug like this too" Finn pouted.

Mina chuckled before hugging her friends and then looked at Damian.

- "Close your eyes" she said with a mischievous gaze.

He did as told and she put a light packet in his hands. By touching it he could feel it was wrapped in gift wrap. He opened his eyes and opened the silver paper to discover a whole new wrestling attire.

- "She spent weeks on this" Rhea explained.

He unfolded the gear to discover a wetlook black top with a leaking Puerto Rican flag on the shoulders and discreet cotton links on the collar. The pants were also black, made with the same fabric, with a bow and arrows embroidered on one thigh, a line of silver-coloured dots running all along the legs and double seams on every part of the attire. On every belt loop hanged a little metal ring as decoration and a fake back pocket figured another Puerto Rican flag. He couldn't help but be amazed by the quality of the job done on this attire. A wide smile grew on his lips as he looked at Mina.

- "Go try it" she hastily said with excitation, nearly jumping in place.

He went to the changing room and got undressed, hearing Mina and the other members of the Judgment Day chatting. He found her more and more attractive, maybe because of the time he had to think about his feelings and desires, her emerald eyes were like a balm on his heart and her smile was a fire warming his entire body with joy and kindness. Putting on his new attire, he noticed the two spreading wings on the back of his top and the almost transparent fishnet fabric that was on each side of the garment, letting see his ribs. He got out of the changing place and turned around in front of the big mirror. "Hot as Hell." He then turned around in front of his friends to show them his clothes.

- "How do I look?" He asked with a proud smile.

- "Awesome" Rhea answered.

- "Badass as fuck" Finn added.

- "Demonic" JD said.

- "The best attire of the locker room" Dom said.

He smiled and turned his gaze to Mina who was appreciating the quality of her job, analysing how well fitted the attire was.

- "It's sexier than I thought it would be." She bluntly said, still focused on her work. Hearing the laughs of her friends she then looked up. "Did I say that out loud?" She asked, heavily blushing.

- "I take the compliment." Damian chuckled. He felt praised and happy with her words, it meaned that his attraction was mutual. He thanked her and hugged her tight, breathing in her delicate smell, installed the little leather clover to one of the belt loops. Now the attire was complete.

A couple weeks later, Mina was tidying her workshop before leaving the arena. Damian was excited to go on the ring again with his new attire and was praised by most of the wrestlers present that day. Before the show, she had shown in their club house to wish them good luck and tell them to be safe. Finn had teased her by saying that he would make sure to ruin his gear so he could have a new one made by her. She had immediately scolded him, saying that if he dared to get injured, she would make sure he would come back in the ring wearing a pink thong. All the matches went well, no one being injured and only minor repairs to do on the attires. She was finishing packing her equipment when JD entered the room.

- "Sweety, what about we go out together for… you know… a date?" He asked bluntly.

She was caught off guard by his request, of course she knew that day would come and she was feeling ready to try and date someone, but JD? She liked him as a friend for sure but wasn't sure he was the good one for her. He loved women and was more a seducer than a romantic knight to her and she didn't want to cause any problem in the team by dating someone who was clearly not the good one. If they ended up mad at each other it would cause trouble inside the Judgment Day, and she couldn't bare the idea of being responsible of it. She had never been fond of one night stands even if JD was handsome, her desire didn't come back yet anyway.

- "I'm not sure I want to date you JD. It's not that I don't like you or anything… I'm just not up to be a conquest. Sorry." She answered in one breath, a sad look on her eyes, scared that JD would be mad at her.

The Irish man smiled warmly and put a hand on her shoulder.

- "Don't worry Sweety, I get it. But you will never move on if you don't create new happy memories." He said with an enigmatic smile before leaving the workshop.

- "So, have you cleared your mind yet lad?" Finn asked when he was alone in the locker room with Damian. It was time to have a conversation with him.

- "About what?" Damian answered.

- "Don't play silly with me, about Mina. You know that JD asked her out, right?"

- "I like her." He admitted, unable to express more. He wanted to keep a straight face. "How are you expecting me to react? Of course I'm pissed!" "If JD asked her out, there's nothing I can do… Except strangle him with his briefs maybe."

- "She refused." Finn calmly said, wanting to push his friend to open his heart.

- "Good, and so what? You want my permission to ask her out too?" He was clearly annoyed by this conversation, he knew he was head to toe in love with Mina, he couldn't tell when it started, but at this moment he was sure of his feelings. Even if it was not mutual, he still wanted to protect her from anything or anyone who could hurt her. He knew JD was not a bad guy as a friend, but his attitude towards women he could fuck would clearly hurt Mina and he was not going to allow it, on the other hand he trusted Finn enough to take care of Mina.

- "Calm down, lad. I never said that". Finn said while raising his hands as a sign of peace.

- "Sorry man, I just…" He started.

- "I know, lad. You are clearly in love and jealous. You should have a conversation with her, tell her the truth, don't stay like this, man."

- "Impossible, even if it's mutual, how would she accept me with what I've done?" Damian shouted out of anger and fear. He felt cornered.

- "Just tell her and see how she reacts. How can this go wrong?" Finn asked with an annoyed tone.

- "What if she rejects me? What if she doesn't want to see me anymore? I don't want to lose her." He answered with infinite sadness in his voice, holding his head with two hands. "I love her, man."

- "So trust her. She deserves to know, otherwise you would never be able to be happy with her." Finn said, putting his hand on Damian's shoulder. " But I'm warning you, if you don't move and confess to her, I will." He said bluntly before leaving the locker room.

Mina was singing with Damian in her hotel room, both comfortably seated in her bed. She didn't know why, but tonight felt different, Damian had been starring at her from the moment he entered her room, she couldn't totally focus on her song and messed up a couple notes. When the music was over, she turned her head to Damian to wish him good night before he leaves bus this time he wouldn't get up, looking deeply in her eyes instead. His gaze was so gentle she lost herself into his eyes, as dark as a moonless night but still so soulful. She blushed as she realized she had instinctively brought her face closer to his.

- "May I?" He asked softly, his deep voice nearly purring.

He didn't wait an answer and leaned forward to kiss her lips softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stroke his hair, not wanting to break the kiss and let him go. He seemed to understand her and put one hand behind her head and the other on her back, gently pushing her to lay down on her back. He didn't force anything, letting her decide of what he could do. She slightly caressed his lips with her tongue, giving him the authorization to deepen the kiss. He explored her mouth, interweaving their tongues, pressing his hands on her body. When they finally separated, she couldn't resist but run her hands on him, she wanted to touch his skin. He sat up to get rid of his T-shirt, she straddled his lap to press herself against his warm body, gently stroking his back. He kept looking at her with a caring eye, letting her explore his body, attentive to not to touch her in a way that could bother her. However, he let one of his hands wander under her T-shirt, slowly pulling it off her. She felt his skin against hers, giving her shivers of excitation. It was a sensation she had forgot for a long time and she let herself go with rediscovering pleasure.

- "Tell me if I do something wrong" he whispered to her hear.

Even while whispering his voice was still incredibly deep and thrilling. He laid her down on her back again and started to kiss her neck while exploring her breasts with his hands, gently pinching her nipples, making her gasp. He then tasted her breasts with his mouth, rubbing his knee against her panties, making her body feeling warmer as she grabbed his shoulders and started to instinctively grind against his knee.

- "Want more, Princess?" he warmly asked.

- "Y… Yes Damian, please" she squeaked.

With a grin he put his hand under her panties starting to softly rub her clit while kissing and licking her neck, making her moan. She let her hands wander along his body, hesitantly pushing them under his shorts and boxers, feeling his shaft already hard and long under her fingers. She hastily pulled back her hand.

- "I won't do anything you don't desire." He said before nibbling at her breasts again.

She pushed his shorts away, gently stroking his limb, feeling how massive it was, following the vein running along it. She grabbed it in a grasp when she suddenly felt Damian going down her belly with his tongue and pulling off her panty. He also grasped at this contact before licking his fingers to rub her clit again. When it was wet enough for him, he gently blew cold air on it making her moan again. Burying his face between her legs, he started to slowly lick her slit, coming back to her clit, waiting for her response. She grabbed a hand full of his hair and heaved a sigh. He kept lavishing his sweet treatment until he felt she was ready for more, he pushed two fingers inside her, playing with her walls until she was ready to give up on pleasure. She groaned with pleasure and he separated from her to kiss her passionately while removing his underwear.

- "Do you want to be on top?" He asked in her ear.

She nodded and he made her roll on top of him, caressing her body to make her feel safe. She straddled him and slowly sunk on him, taking her time to adjust to his size. She started to move, allowing him to do deeper inside her, he grabbed her hips to guide her and moved underneath her to adjust to her rhythm. She started to moan louder, her walls beginning to clench on him, feeling her orgasm was near. He sped up his moves, his veins and limb feeling bigger, ready to cum, he hold it and hugged her tight in his arms until she finally fell apart in a loud moan clenching so hard he came inside her right after, strongly embracing her against his chest and kissing her head.

Mina woke up in the middle of the night feeling way to warm to be able to sleep. It was not normal. She felt her body sweating and her panty completely drenched. She patted the bed next to her, it was empty. It was a dream, a dream like she hadn't had for a very long time now. She felt puzzled and lost, why was she having wet dreams like a teenager? And with Damian? How was she able to feel pleasure and desire again? She felt strange, both happy to be able to imagine and feel sexual pleasure and worried about the subject of her dream. What if that changed everything between them? What if it was not mutual? Did that dream mean she was ready to move on and start her love life over again? She sure was attracted to Damian, he was handsome, nice, caring, passionate… it was hard to believe he was still single. If she was totally honest with herself, she liked him a lot.

Sighing and yawning with exhaustion, she laid her head back on her pillow and fell deep asleep under the covers.