These are taken from After Shine on Wattpad, Quotev, and AO3.
After Shine Master list
Rhea x Dom
Room 674
Rhea x OC
In Which No Dresses Were Harmed...
Ok Mami
Damian x OC
Only Treats
Judgment day x OC
Who Needs a Bedroom
Rhea x Dom x Buddy
Lagom (adj.) - not too little, not too much, just right
A New Judgment. Judgment Day x OC
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11. Part 11.5. Part 12. Part 13. Part 14. Part 15. Part 16. Part 17. Part 18. Part 19. Part 20. Part 21. Part 22. Part 23.
summary — your new to the whole 'sex' thing and when your cousin's hen party strolls into a sex store, life gets a whole new meaning - storeclerk!rhea au. pt.1
warning(s) — none, lowercase intended!
wc - 5.4k
you didn't know how you ended up here, but you hated it already. you'd never been the party girl type and the most alcohol you'd had was a small sip of beer at your dad's birthday party. and that was only to make the whole thing more bearable. and now here you were in the middle of a bar crawl in Perth with your cousin ariana and four of her friends from high school. you grew up in the same town as everyone else, but you were homeschooled and kept far too busy with daily activities to have much of a social life.
"come on, keep up!" harper turned back to face you, giggling, nearly stumbling over a crack in the sidewalk. harper was ariana's maid of honor and this whole bachelorette bar crawl thing was her idea. it didn't seem like ariana's scene either, but even the redhead was having more fun than you were.
you just held your purse tighter against your side as you stepped carefully around a subway grate in your five inch heels, trying to keep up with the small group of inebriated women.
"oh my god." you picked your head up at the sound of tara's chuckling voice, nearly bumping into her as they all came to a stop. you really needed to stop looking at your feet when you walked. but you felt so uncomfortable in the tight mini dress, surrounded by cat-calling men around the busy sidewalk.
"no," ariana giggles, blushing as she shook her head, her ponytail swinging slightly behind her head. "guys, come on-"
"excuse me, i'm your maid of honor, i choose what we do." harper stated firmly, starting to tug on her arm towards the nearby door.
Aphrodisia
Adult Toys, Videos, Novelties, and More!
"come on, we'll just look around and then head to the next bar." leona ushed ariana towards the door with the help of harper, tara and naomi. and you had no choice but to follow, or else you'd be left alone with the creeps.
entering the store, the giggling from the group of tipsy twenty-three year olds overpowered the soft rock that came from the speakers. the store was much bigger than it looked on the outside. a winding staircase near the entrance leading to the second floor. the lighting was dim and it smelt like burning incense, which actually put your mind at ease for the briefest moment.
"welcome to aphrodisia," a bored female voice came from a few feet away. you turned your head to see a girl sitting at the small, glass checkout counter, aimlessly scrolling on her phone. you bit the inside of your cheek slightly as you let your eyes roam over her face, grateful she hadn't looked up since you came in. she was wearing an oversized dark grey tee with what looked to be a band's name across the front. she had a few tattoos on her arms, and a few peeking through the gaps on her black ripped jeans. maybe it was the poor lighting but you could swear her dark hair had been dyed blue underneath.
"hello? is anyone home?" harper joked, tapping against your forehead as she appeared in front of you. "come on, we're going to look around."
"right." you nodded, turning away from the dark haired beauty at the counter, "sorry." you ignored the look harper gave you, grateful for the dim lighting that hid the blush that rose to your cheeks. god forbid she caught you drooling over the counter girl. but you shook it off, tucking your hair behind your ear, following the rest of the girls around the store.
so far, it was nothing but novelty toys and gag gifts such as penis-shaped lollipops and party hats for bachelorette parties.
"please don't buy them and wear them around," you cringed at the though, but turned your lips up slightly as the rest of the girls giggled over everything. you were not wearing a penis hat. not in public. you had no interest in the male anatomy and definitely did not want to wear it on your head.
glancing around, embarrassed, you watched as a man walked nonchalantly through the room towards the back, going through a beaded curtain into the next room. you didn't even want to know what was back there. though, you assumed it was the video section, which made your skin crawl. your only time seeing porn was a complete accident. your sophomore year of college, you had been doing research for an assignment on your laptop when suddenly your screen was covered in naked and scantily clad women, touching themselves or each other. you remembered snapping your laptop shut faster than the speed of light. and as much as it made you blush with juvenile curiosity, you'd made sure to install the highest rated pop-up blocker you could find.
"let's see what's upstairs," naomi lead them to the staircase after they'd looked around and laughed at every blow-up doll and penis-shaped toy in sight. apparently, they were skipping over the lingerie section across the room, which you were fine with. your choice in undergarments weren't completely modest, but you didn't exactly have a need for the sheer nighties and crotch-less panties you were sure this store had to offer.
heels clicked on hardwood floors as the six of you walked up the stairs. you kept your arms crossed tightly against your chest as everyone else looked around, giggling as they picked up some of the dildos and vibrators that were on display, playing with them and laughing like a bunch of twelve year old boys looking at a Playboy for the first time. you just glanced around, your blush increasing as your eyes took in everything around you. the store seemed to be divided into different departments like some kind of kinky walmart. the room they were currently in had a whole wall of toys of different shapes, colors, and sizes, no two were the same, but they all served the same purpose.
you wandered away from the girls, biting your lip as you glanced at the selection in front of you. you were no stranger to self-pleasure, but you weren't exactly a connoisseur either. on the rare occasion that you did decide to explore yourself and give yourself some much needed release, all you knew were your own hands. which worked fine for you, but the array of toys in front of you had you curious about what was so special about them. this little black one didn't look too scary...
"need any help?" a male voice made you jump with a slight yelp, retracting you arm that had been reaching for the small black bullet vibrator.
"no. thank you. just browsing," you nervously tucked your hair behind your ear and straightened out the wrinkles in your dress, not making eye contact with the man who would probably be about your height if you weren't wearing these heels.
"okay. well, my name is dominik. i'm working the floor, so just holler if you have any questions," he smiled politely.
"dominik?" you quirked an eyebrow, admittedly looking a little judgmental.
"it's spanish," he waved a hand with a shrug before walking off.
that was definitely a sign that this just wasn't for you. with a deep, cleansing breath, you walked across the room to where the others were playing with a fluffy pair of handcuffs. you just wanted to leave. this place made your skin crawl. there was a fucking bed in the corner with different restraints wrapped around the four corner posts. apparently for people wanting to test them out before buying them. a chill ran down your spine as you tightened your arms across your chest. you felt like such a prude, blushing at every little thing you saw while the girls were completely comfortable making jokes about it. you already knew that you were the only virgin in the group. and the only lesbian, since all the others seemed to think this was the perfect time to discuss and compare their boyfriends' sexual stamina.
"ariana. i'm gonna go see if they have a bathroom downstairs," you interrupted the fit of girlish giggles.
"okay, we should be right down," the blushing redhead smiled before you turned and walked back down the stairs. you were tempted to grab the black toy you'd been eyeing and subtly buy it quickly and hiding it in your purse. but then you would have to face the girl at the counter. and there was no way you were going to put yourself through that embarrassment.
holding onto the railing on your way back down, your heart leapt in your chest when you spotted the dark-haired girl near the bottom of the stairs, fixing a crooked display of body jewelry with the same bored expression on her face.
"finding everything all right?" the girl looked up at you with what you could only assume was her customer service face. but she had an enchanting smile nevertheless.
"yeah, just waiting on my cousin and her friends," you ducked your head a bit shyly as you reached the bottom step, subtly taking in how good this girl's ass looked in her baggy black jeans.
stop it.
"bride squad?" she chuckled.
"how'd you guess?"
"years of experience. drunken bridesmaids in the middle of their bar crawl are basically the target audience here. only thing i see more than that is middle-aged dads who run straight back to the video section," she crossed her arms over her chest with a shrug.
you just breathed a light laugh as the pink tint refused to leave your face as you ran your hand nervously up and down your arm. "that must get annoying. especially if they're all like my cousin and her friends."
"well, if your cousin and her friends are anything like a majority of the bachelorette parties that come through here, you're leaving here with something dick shaped," the considerably taller woman quirked an eyebrow, "for your sake, i just hope it's not the hats."
you laughed through an obvious cringe, shaking your head, "god, i hope not." you bit the inside of your cheek, noticing deep blue eyes looking you up and down before your body suddenly went numb. but like a rude awakening, the sound of your loud crew coming down the stairs behind you made you stiffen up and walk away from the dark-haired goddess. with how invasive and nosy harper was when she was tipsy, you knew if you had gotten caught chatting with the employee, the maid of honor would be giving you hell for it.
no one knew for sure that you liked girls, though you were sure they all had their suspicions. you always chalked your lack of relationship experience up to the fact that you wanted to focus on school. which was partially true. being a psychology major, you spent most of your time studying. but being a closeted lesbian made dating much more difficult, and you weren't exactly the type to put yourself out there.
"we're going to pick out lollipops, come pick out a flavor or i'm choosing for you," harper grabbed you by the elbow to lead you to the array of penis shaped lollipops. you turned back to the girl with the dark hair, smiling a little at the wink and shrug you received.
after what should have been a much shorter decision, the girls all brought their ridiculously shaped candies to check-out counter. it took everything you had not to stare at the nameless woman in black. if only she were wearing a nametag or something. but maybe it was better this way. you weren't from this area and they were only here for the weekend. names would lead to attachment.
"have a good night, be safe out there," she bagged up their purchases and handed the bag to harper.
"thanks, uh..."
"rhea," she smiled politely at the raven-haired bridesmaid, sending a subtle glance in your direction.
harper grinned with a nod before gesturing to herself. "rhea, i'm harper. this is tara, naomi, and leona. that's ariana, she's getting married next week," she slurred a bit and pointed to each of the girls before finally landing on you off to the side, "and that's ariana's cousin."
"nice to meet you," she chuckled at the talkative girl before smiling in the blonde's direction, "and congrats, ariana."
harper thanked her politely before the girls started making a beeline for the door, filing out one by one. you, the last one out, glanced over your shoulder and lifted your hand for a slight wave. "bye, rhea," your voice was just barely above a whisper, but the girl at the counter heard you loud and clear, mirroring her wave with more confidence.
"bye, darlin'."
you rarely ventured to perth. you went to school in albany, but it was rare that you traveled outside that area. but for the past few days since ariana's bachelorette party, it was like the mysterious downtown area had been calling your name in rhea's raspy voice. it was stuck in your head along with everything else about her. her smile, her laugh, her bright eyes and the way they made you feel when they traveled along your body. she even invaded your dreams. and you took advantage of the time your roommate was out to make yourself writhe under the covers with your newest romance novel in your free hand and rhea in your thoughts. it was getting to a point where you couldn't even focus in class.
stepping out of the subway train car, you held your purse tightly to your side as you made your way to the exit, climbing the stairs that lead to the sidewalk, following the route they had taken the other night to get to the strip of buildings and lower level stores, bars, and restaurants. it's a good thing you decided not to drink with everyone else that night, otherwise they probably would have never made it back to the plaza.
it looked different in the daylight, but it made it much easier to find your way around. and before you knew it, you were standing in front of aphrodisia. adjusting the beanie on your head, you took off your sunglasses as you entered, glancing nervously at the counter.
"welcome to aphrodisia," the dominik guy from that night greeted you cheerfully.
"thank you," you muttered, heading straight upstairs. at least you had plans to buy something so this wasn't a total stalking mission. but if rhea wasn't at the counter, you were starting to worry that she wasn't even working today. or at least right now.
biting your pink bottom lip, you headed for the wall of vibrators, looking for that little black one again while you subtly glanced around for the dark haired girl that had been running through your mind for days. sighing, you picked up the small box that held the bullet vibe inside, reading over the description. it didn't look like it would do much, but the box bragged about multiple speeds and vibration patterns, making you blush as you read over each one.
"finding everything all right?" you gasped and flinched as a voice sounded from behind you, making you drop the box. people really needed to stop sneaking up on you in this place.
picking up the box, you turned around almost furiously, but her anger quickly diminished when you saw familiar blue eyes looking back at you with a smirk that made you want to melt into a puddle on the floor.
"sorry, didn't mean to scare you. long time, no see," rhea chuckled as you held a hand to your pounding heart, the adrenaline masking your embarrassment. for now, at least. "for real, though, are you finding everything okay?"
"yeah, i just came for, um…" there was the embarrassment. "this," you held up the box you had dropped quickly.
"can i be honest with you?" rhea leaned in to ask quietly, making you mirror her actions unconsciously.
"yeah…?"
"that's a cheap piece of plastic, it'll probably die after a few uses. especially if you use it on a high setting or one of the patterns. not to mention it's loud as hell," she stated simply, walking around you to glance around the shelves. she scanned them determined until she found what she was looking for, her tongue poking out slightly as she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. you couldn't help but notice the glimmer that reflected off her piercing under the dim lighting. "this," she picked up a small blue one that looked just about the same, "it's a little more pricey, but does all the same stuff. it's quiet, it's plastic with a rubber coat so it's softer and more comfortable. plus it's waterproof, unlike the one you picked out."
"oh." your mouth hung open a bit.
"were you looking for something more small and compact specifically or…? what made you pick that one?"
"it was black," you blushed, giving her an honest answer, "it just seemed more…simple than everything else."
"have you ever bought a vibrator before? for yourself?"
you looked around, biting your lip before shaking your head, blushing furiously.
"hey, it's not a big deal. this is a judgment free space," rhea rested a hand on your shoulder with a reassuring smile, "but i get that it can be tricky and fucking embarrassing picking something out for the first time, so i'm here to help. i don't work on commission or anything, so everything i suggest to you is for your own benefit, not mine. okay?"
you searched her eyes for signs of insincerity, though you didn't know why this girl would have any reason to be insincere with you. you were still nervous, but you nodded, watching as rhea's pink lips curled up into a bigger smile, showing off her pearly white teeth. "so first things first, are you on a budget?"
"not really," you murmured, "i'm not looking to spend hundreds of dollars, but i don't want to get anything too cheap."
rhea nodded and clasped her hands together. "well, like with anything, vibrators go through regular wear and tear if they're not cleaned properly or if they're used frequently. some hold up better than others, but obviously those ones are gonna be more expensive." you nodded, following her around. "so, if you're comfortable telling me how often you masturbate, that'll point us in the right direction of what price range we'd be looking in. if not, we can still figure something out."
you nearly choked on your own tongue as your eyes widened, jaw slacked as you tried to find the words. you didn't really even have an answer to that question. it wasn't like you had a set schedule. but you'll admit that it had become more frequent in the past few days. all thanks to the girl who was standing so patiently in front of you, waiting on an answer.
"i-i guess normally it's once every week or two," you stammered shyly, averting your eyes. you didn't know what she expected, but seeing rhea just nod and glance back at the boxes on the shelves gave you a sense of relief.
"okay. so you wouldn't be looking for something to use too frequently. so you said you were drawn to that first one because it was black?"
"i-it's my favorite color," you laughed nervously.
"okay, good to know," rhea laughed, "so it wasn't the size or anything that you were specifically going for?"
"i guess not…i saw it the night i was here with my friends, i figured the smaller the better so i could hide it from them until i got back home."
"so another personal question, but when you masturbate, what do you like?"
"what do you mean?" you swallowed thickly, feeling your palms start to sweat.
"i mean, do you prefer clitoral stimulation, penetration, anal play, or a mix of anything?"
you were sure that your face was as red as a tomato. But you cleared your throat and straightened up, trying not to look so nervous. "i guess just…c-clitoral. penetration only sometimes…"
"when you're in the mood for it?" rhea asked, watching you nod, "well, we have anything that can suit any need, honestly. but if you mainly focus on clitoral stimulation, but enjoy penetration sometimes, i recommend one of these." She lead you to a shelf of straight rod vibrators, some rubber, some silicone, some a mix of the two. She reached for one of the ones on display, it was soft blue plastic with a thin rubber coating, smooth to the touch and not scary looking at all. "this is a good one. and it comes in black," she handed it to you with a smile, "you can turn it on if you want. it has a few speeds."
you nodded and bit your lip, pressing the button towards the bottom and flinching when the toy came to life, vibrating gently in your hand. it was quiet, which would come in handy.
"hold it against the tip of your nose," rhea instructed.
"what?"
"i know it sounds weird, but trust me. and don't worry, it's clean," the taller girl chuckled, watching as you did as she said, holding the vibrator to the tip of your nose. "how's that feel?"
"weird. is this some kind of joke?"
"surprisingly no. actually the tip of your nose is just as sensitive as your clit, but without the extra nerves. so if a certain vibration speed feels too strong or intense on the tip of your nose, it's gonna be too much for your genitals," she explained, "it's just a little trick to keep in mind."
"oh."
"so is it too strong?"
"no, it's okay," you pressed the button again, feeling like an idiot holding a vibrator up to your face. but at least you were learning without judgment.
"cool. and the good thing about those is you can use it on your clit if that's all you're looking for, but you can also use it for penetration if you decide that's what you wanna do at any given time."
you took the toy off your nose and nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. how could this girl be so carefree in how she spoke about sexual stuff? you found yourself blushing if you even talked about kissing.
"i like girls, so i-is it normal for me to like…um…"
"what? penetration?" rhea quirked an eyebrow at you, "totally normal. you don't have to be attracted to guys to enjoy penetration. the attraction is in your mind. your body just wants the pleasure. just like guys can enjoy anal penetration without being gay. this is why toys were made."
you nodded, remaining quiet. you could feel your body heating up, but you remained as neutral as possible. rhea didn't need to know that your heart was beating a mile a minute in your chest.
"did you wanna look around some more or do you think we have a winner?" the dark-haired girl cocked her head to the side curiously.
"i think i'll stick with this one," you whispered involuntarily. your voice was slowly disappearing and you just hoped your roommate wasn't in when you got back to your dorm.
"do you want the black one?" rhea smirked, putting the blue one back on display, already reaching for the redblack one on the shelf and handing it to you. you thanked her quietly as she lead you back downstairs. "i can check you out, i've gotta relieve dom for his break anyways."
you watched rhea's hips sway as she made her way behind the counter, shooing the pale-skinned man away for his break before typing into the computer and scanning the box.
"did you wanna sign up for a loyalty account? totally free and you'll already earn a ten dollar credit for next time you come in for purchasing something over fifty bucks," she looked up you, a small smirk painting her lips at you fidgeting slightly.
"sure," you nodded. you weren't sure how often you would be back in, but as of right now you weren't thinking clearly at all. As much as you were enjoying rhea's company, you wanted to get home.
"just fill out this info, i'll put it into the system," rhea traded you a piece of paper for your credit card, doing the transaction while you filled out the information slip.
signing the receipt after finishing filling out the paperwork, you took the bag from the taller girl and bit your lip gently. "thanks for your help, rhea."
"anytime, angel. you should get an email about your account in about an hour," she smiled, eyes shining.
you smiled shyly, ducking your head briefly before showing yourself out.
you sat in class the next day, admittedly feeling much better than you had been in the past few days. your mind was clear and you were able to focus, though the image of rhea still popped up in your head. you didn't know how that woman knew so much, or how she was able to talk about it with a straight face, but you certainly appreciated it. you'd never met anyone like her before. the only person you'd really talked to about sex was ariana. but the blonde, like yourself, would just blush and try to change the subject. god forbid the topic ever came up around harper or tara, they spoke so explicitly and made such a big deal out of it.
but with rhea, while it was still embarrassing for you, she made it seem so normal and made you feel like there was nothing to be embarrassed about. then again, it was her job to help people find what they're looking for. she probably just talked about it so much that it was boring to her now. but you couldn't help but wonder what else she knew…
"miss?"
"hm?" you flinched, picking your head up. apparently you'd been unconsciously doodling again.
"your presentation?" your professor quirked an eyebrow at you.
"oh, right," you shook your head quickly to wake yourself up a bit, retrieving your notes and making your way to the front of the class.
a few hours later, you were sitting towards the back of the lecture hall, trying to stay awake. you loved majoring in psychology, but this professor had such a boring, monotone voice. you tried to keep your phone in your purse most of the time, wanting to focus on the information that you were learning, but if you had to listen to this man speak another sentence in his low, boring tone, you were going to lose it.
your brows knit together in confusion at the group of missed texts from an unknown number, glancing around before unlocking your phone.
rhea: hey this is rhea from aphrodisia.
rhea: i know this is really invasive and creepy of me, but i just think you're really cute and i was gonna see if you wanted to go out for drinks or something.
rhea: you can totally ignore this if you want or just tell me to delete your number and i will
you could feel your heart pounding rapidly in your chest and you honestly wondered if anyone else could hear it. it was like a percussion band in your ears as you read over the texts over and over again, your palms starting to sweat as you typed out your reply.
hi. how did you get my number…?
you watched with high anticipation as a little grey bubble appeared on the bottom left of the screen, adjusting yourself in your seat so you could sit up straight.
rhea: you put it on the loyalty account info slip yesterday.
oh right, you forgot you had signed up for that.
rhea: which i know it's super unprofessional for me to do that, but you said you liked girls, so i figured i'd shoot my shot.
rhea: plus i didn't know if i'd ever see you again to ask for your number in person.
a blush came to your cheeks as you bit your lip. even through texts, this girl had the power to make your face flame up.
is this how you pick up everybody you take a liking to?
you bit your lip harder as you tried not to giggle to yourself at your own boldness.
well, i suppose i'm flattered.
but…why me?
nervousness continued to rage like a fire in your chest as you watched the grey text bubble pop up again.
rhea: honestly, you just seem really sweet and easy to talk to. plus did you even SEE yourself in that black dress last weekend?
if it was possible for the flush on your cheeks to get more intense, it was happening right now. and you were sure that you would draw blood if you bit your lip any harder. a small smile painted itself on your lips as the grey text bubble popped up once more.
you're easy to talk to, too. but i know it's probably in your job description to make people feel comfortable while they're shopping.
rhea: i mean, yeah, no one's gonna feel comfortable buying dildos and handcuffs if we make a big deal out of it. but you learn after a while that we're all just human and pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of. but i didn't feel like i had to use my customer service voice with you.
rhea: to be honest, while we were talking, i forgot you were even a customer for a second.
you clutched the phone harder in your hands as you resisted the urge to tell her how pleased you were with the purchase you'd made yesterday. rhea didn't need to know that. you barely knew her, and regardless, they were having a personal conversation. you didn't need to treat this girl like a rate and review page on amazon.
rhea: you still there?
yeah, sorry i'm in class.
rhea: oh sorry! i'll leave you alone. but how bout that drink?
rhea: no pressure.
you closed your eyes in deep thought. what harm could one drink do? were you really willing to go out with the random dark-haired girl who sold you a vibrator just yesterday?
when are you free?
rhea: i work pretty much every night :( and i'm sure you have classes during the day if you're in one now.
rhea: do you have anything you would need to be up early for on saturday morning?
not to my knowledge.
rhea: the store closes at 11 friday night if you wanna meet here? we can just walk over to one of the bars nearby if you want.
you bit your lip as you thought it over. it was obvious that you liked this girl, and she seemed to like you back. but…what happened if things worked out between you? your mother would never approve. when would you be able to make time for each other with your schedules being so different already? what if rhea got bored of you or vice versa? what if rhea was just using you?
you're thinking way too deep into this. it's one night, one drink. you're gonna regret it if you don't.
rhea: your hesitation is worrying me, pretty girl.
just say yes, dumbass. who knows the next time you'll meet a pretty girl who not only likes you back, but makes the first move? you deserve this.
i'll be there.
of course.
rhea: okay! i work the floor friday night, so if you get here before closing just come find me upstairs.
okay :) can't wait.
rhea: me either :) see you then, darlin'.
placing your phone down on your desk, you pursed your lips together in a tight line, trying to contain the smile that threatened to take over your entire face. thankfully your excitement overpowered your apprehension. you were sure that when the dust settled you would be more nervous than ever. but for now, you were floating on cloud nine.
Chapter 23: The first Meeting (A Poly Judgement Day Fic)
San Diego May 10th, 2023 Wednesday
Nessa wakes up and rolls over snuggling back into Dominik's chest, what he told her last night coming back to the forefront of her thoughts. She rests her hand on his chest and smiles. He wants nothing more than to have that future he envisions for them. She draws shapes on his chest with her finger. She remembers the first time she met him in her Emergency room and how far they have come.
Nessa’s curly red hair is tied back in a messy bun, her stethoscope slung around her neck. The black scrubs she is wearing that day washing out her complexion making her look even more pale than usual. She looks up from her charting when she sees a young man, tall hair cut short with glasses and a hoodie with a wrestler she recognizes as Rey Mysterio on it. He is calling out for help as he is carrying someone, supporting their weight, practically dragging them in, blood pouring down the other guy's face, his eyes unable to focus.
“You gotta help me, we had an accident in training.” The boy in the hoodie asks, panicking, his own breaths shallow.
Nessa springs into action, snapping on a pair of gloves as she runs over two other nurses joining her. Together they set the man in a wheelchair, one of the other nurses holding the wound on his head to stem the bleeding while Nessa uses her penlight to assess the pupillary response. “His pupils are sluggish, take him to CT and page Neuro while I get information from his friend here,” Nessa orders the others who immediately do as told. Nessa takes off her gloves and turns to the young man who she can’t help but eye up and down, appreciating the chubbiness in his cheeks and finding him adorable even in his panicked state. “Hey your friend will be fine, our doctors and nurses are the best in the state, now I need you to breathe.” She takes a deep breath to demonstrate and continues once he takes a few deep breaths with her. “Good, now tell me what happened and his name so I can start his chart instead of calling him John Doe.” Nessa gives him her best calming smile.
“Andrew, his name is Andrew Watkins, we were training, we are training to be wrestlers and he botched a move and hit his head on the steps.” He explains near hyperventilation again.
“Sir I need you to breathe with me again” She instructs, taking an exaggerated deep breath, the young man copying her. “Ok, now what is your name sir,” She asked as he blinked back tears.
“Dom, Dominik.” He answers, his voice shaky.
Nessa nods and pats his knee. “Ok, Dominik, is there any family we can contact for Mr Watkins?” Nessa asks, writing down information in her little notepad to put in the chart when she is at her computer.
“Yuh… yeah, his brother” Dominik gives her his information and she quickly writes it down.
“Unfortunately Dominik I can’t give you any updates on him because you are not next of kin, I am going to call his brother and when he gets here we will give him the update and what he does with that information is up to him.” Nessa holds up her hand to stop him from arguing, “I’m sorry but it’s the law, he is alive and that is all I can tell you ok.” Nessa assures him before getting up and going back to the computer at the intake desk. She inputs the information into his chart and calls the number Dominik provided, then going back to triaging patients coming in and calling people back.
Dominik keeps his gaze flickering between the door and to Nessa. Grateful at how nice she was and he can’t help but admire the strands of hair that have made their way out of her bun that frame her face and is floored at how she handles those coming in with such compassion yet being stern and firm when needed. Before too long Andrews' brother Alex comes running in and goes straight for Dominik.
Nessa gets up from behind the desk and begins to go over to the two men, but gets stopped by someone stumbling in covered in blood that is still pouring from his neck and chest, over his hand where he has his thumb stuck in a gaping hole in his neck. Nessa immediately jumps into action, going over to the man and guiding towards the trauma room, only for someone to step in front of them. She looks up to the two men seeing Dominik, and the man that must be Andrew's brother Alex.
“I need you to move please.” Nessa asks firmly trying to guide the gentleman around them but Alex steps in front of her again. “Sir this man is bleeding out as we speak, I need to get him into the trauma room. A doctor will be out soon to update you on your brother now get the fuck out of the way before I mow you down.” Nessa orders losing her temper, her concern is the man bleeding out onto her scrubs. Dominik sees how serious the situation is and how serious the young woman is. He fears for Alex’s life so he pulls him out the way and she drags this full grown man, probably twice her weight and a good foot taller than her. He stares in awe at how strong she is, physically and mentally to be able to do this job.
Alex scoffs and crosses his arms, “I am going to go get her manager, she can't speak to us that way.” He complains.
Dominik rolls his eyes and smacks Alex on the back of his head. “Hey stupid, the guy was literally bleeding out and she is just trying to do her job. Andrew is alive, she told me that much. You totally deserved that and more. That guy could die because you blocked her way, look at the trail of blood on the ground.” Dominik gestures, both of their eyes going toward the trail that leads to the room a bunch of people are running in and out of, Dominik smiling to himself when he sees the petite redhead exit the room, a look of relief on her face before she disappears down a hallway.
Dominik enters the lobby of the Emergency room, his eyes searching for the kind red headed nurse, intent to apologize for Alex’s behavior and maybe… His eyes light up seeing her behind the counter. He pops his neck and shakes out his hands before heading over to her. He gets to the counter and clears his throat to get her attention, unable to form words because of how nervous he is. She looks up and smiles kindly at him.
“Dominik right? What brings you in today, is everything alright, was there another training accident?” She gets out of her seat and walks around the counter to assess him.
He looks down at her and blushes, shaking his head. “Well then what do you need? This is an emergency room and we need to care for our patients.” Nessa crosses her arms and cocks her head, confused as to why this man is in her ER with no injury or emergency.
“I uh…” Dominik clears his throat and starts again, “I wanted to apologize for my friend's behavior and for getting in the way the other day. You were just trying to do your job and here…” He flings his hand out towards her with a gift card to Dunkin Donuts. Nessa only raises her eyebrows, not uncrossing her arms. “You work long hours and know you must live off of coffee like my mom did and you deal with idiots like Alex and me all day so I thought you might appreciate it. The amount is written on the back of the card…” Dominik explains and Nessa slowly uncrosses her arms and takes the card, sliding it into her pocket without looking at the back.
“Thank you, that is very sweet. I Don't mean to sound rude but I have to get back to work and you don’t have an emergency to tend to so I have to ask you to leave.” Nessa steps to the side for him to leave but he stays in his spot, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders raised near his ears, clearly wanting to say something else. “Go on, say what you need to hun.” Nessa prompts and Dominik exhales sharply.
“I was wondering if I could take you out for coffee sometime as well?” His eyes widened, anxious for her answer, pulling his arms closer to his body, hands still in his pockets. Nessa sighs and looks at him sadly,
“I’m sorry sir, I’m not looking for a relationship right now and well I just don’t have the time.” She shoots him down, forcing herself to keep her arms at her side instead of wrapping them around herself for some comfort.
Dominik looks dejected and his shoulders drop. “Oh that's fine, I just want to do something nice to make up for the other day. No expectations of anything else, please?” Dominik offers just wanting to get the opportunity to know her.
Nessa shakes her head in the negative. “No to that either. As I said I just don’t have the time, and while you seem like a very nice man, very cute, I just can’t. Now please go so I can get back to work.” Nessa gestures towards the doors. Dominik nods his head before hanging it down, shuffling out the door clearly dejected.
Once he is out the doors another nurse behind the counter snickers. “Oh he is sweet on you and seems like a sweet kid. You need someone like that after…” She starts teasing but gets serious.
Nessa waves her off dismissively. “I don’t need or want a relationship right now, especially after what happened. It's only been a few months, thank god he is back in the UK. I need to learn how to be by myself for a while.” Nessa plops down in her seat and takes a sip from her water bottle.
The older nurse responds, “I know it's not just that, you are afraid and that's ok, but you know what I say about courage. It is being afraid and doing the thing anyway.” Nessa pauses in her typing, the woman's words hitting home.
“Sarah, I… I know… It's just… It’s just too soon.” Nessa answers.
Sarah gives her a sad smile. “Well that's fine then… sooooo… how much was that Dunkin card because coffee is on you tomorrow.” Sarah asks, changing the subject, and trying to get free coffee. Nessa rolls her eyes and scoffs, pulling the card out of her pocket. She flips it over and her eyes widen and she just stares at it. “What? How much is it like 50? Or something.” Sarah asks, rolling her chair over and looking at the back of the card. “Holy fuck!” Sarah almost yells seeing the $300 written on the back of the card.
Nessa slowly lowers it and puts it back in her pocket. “We are not using this, if he comes back I am giving it back to him because that is ridiculous.” Nessa shakes her head.
Sarah pouts, “But come on, you deserve it and if he wants to just give you 300 bucks let him. He probably has a rich dad or something and doesn’t know how to properly apologize so that's how they do it.” Sarah theorizes, already back on her charting, muttering about rich boys under her breath.
“Who hurt you?” Nessa mutters as she taps her fingers on the desk. Sarah was content to ignore her in favor of charting, so shaking her head, Nessa continued on, “No Sarah, that is too much money. He will be back to ask me out again that I know. I'll give it back to him then, end of discussion” Nessa gets up and walks away not wanting to be badgered about the man.
Almost a week passes by and Nessa is about to walk in the doors of the hospital, the gift card sitting unused in her wallet. Nessa enters and sees a different nurse, one she is very fond of, long light brown hair braided neatly, hung over her shoulder. The nurse looks up and smirks deviously at Nessa who groans, walking over and plopping down in her chair. “Don't you start Olivia, we may be best friends but you don’t get the card either, that is going back to him when he inevitably comes back.” Nessa shakes her head, swinging the chair side to side, eying the empty emergency room.
Olivia giggles before responding, “Oh he has already been back, twice while you were gone with some fake ass injuries or minor bruising from his training. Apparently, he is training to be a wrestler like his dad.” Olivia teases and Nessa looks at her confused. Olivia continues on explaining, “Oh he came in asking for you and explained to me what happened that first time. And how he is so floored by how nice you are and how fierce you are.” Nessa gives Olivia a look that screams you better not have given him any information and Olivia clocks that right away. “Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything important, Just that you are fresh out of a bad relationship and not ready for anything and to not get his hopes up.”
Nessa sighs in relief, that sigh turns into a groan when she sees that Olivia is still smirking, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Whaaaaattttt” Nessa groans, not really wanting to know but unable to not know at this point.
“Do you want to know who his dad is?” Olivia asks.
Nessa shakes her head, signing in to the computer to try to do some busy work. “No, I don’t really care. I don’t plan to really see him again or get to know him so I don’t need to know.” Nessa answers even though the question is nagging at her but she ignores it. Olivia snorts but keeps the answer to herself, getting up to go intake the patient that just walked in.
It is nearing 8pm and the end of Nessa’s shift which was thankfully uneventful. She looks up from her computer when she hears the sliding doors of the ER. She can’t help but roll her eyes to see Dominik again. Olivia hides her mouth behind her hand and giggles. “Men are so predictable.” Nessa mumbles under her breath as he approaches the counter, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped over trying to look smaller, a sheepish smile adorning his cute chubby face. Nessa shakes her head to clear that thought.
“I had another accident in training, this time legit. I hit my head and things are a little fuzzy, my trainer drove me.” He gestures to the door and rubs the back of his head and he winces at the pressure.
Nessa goes into business mode, guiding him back into the exam room to get his vitals and information. Olivia wiggling her eyebrows at them, Nessa flipping her off before pulling the curtain closed for some privacy. “So I've been told you have been a frequent flier here for the last week.” Nessa starts the conversation while taking his blood pressure.
“Yeah well I felt I offended you by asking you out twice after you said no the first time then giving you the card with so much money on it. I’m not that kind of guy, no is a complete sentence and I know better. And I am not trying to flash money to get you to date me. I just wanted to do something nice, no strings attached.” He explains, wincing when she gently prods his head, lightly humming as she does.
“And what is prompting this oddly specific apology. I can assure you that I was not offended in the slightest.” She asks, typing information into her tablet to start his chart.
“Ah, uh.” Dominik stutters and rubs the back of his neck, “A good family friend, she, uh, pointed out how it looked and I never want to be seen like that. Uh it is also just dawning on me that the frequent unnecessary visits are also potentially troubling, I’m sorry I just needed to apologize in person and the other nurses wouldn’t tell me when you would be here which is understandable, the one out there told me you like coffee specifically a cold brew from Dunkin. And that you frequent the one around the corner...” He stares at the ground unable to make eye contact.
Nessa sighs and digs out her wallet from her scrub pants pocket and takes out the Dunkin card. She steps over and holds it out to where it is in Dominiks line of vision. He looks up and meets her gaze. Nessa is looking at him softly, without any hint of malice or anger, just a resigned sadness that makes his own chest tighten.
“No I’m not taking that back, it is for you to use how you see fit. Buy the entire hospital coffee if you want but that is for you. If you try to give it back to me I will just give it back to you another way.” He tells her resolutely, gently pushing the hand holding the gift card back towards her. She reluctantly puts the card back in her wallet.
“Well fine then, Mr Gutierrez, your vitals are good, I need you to wait in the waiting room until we call you back for the doctor since this is a non critical head injury.” She instructs him, back to being all business but failing at hiding the genuine smile he brought to her face. He walks out of the exam room his head held a little higher and nessa shaking hers, the smile still on her face not going unnoticed by Olivia.
Nessa walks into the ER lobby for her shift holding a carrier with three coffees. She gets to the registration desk and hands one each to Sarah and Olivia who beat her there. “Did I mention you are my favorite and I am glad we always have shifts together.” Olivia moans as she takes a sip of her coffee, Sarah hums in agreement.
Nessa smiles and takes her seat sipping her coffee. “Well we still have a few more weeks worth of money on that card from Dominik so enjoy it while it lasts.” Nessa warns them, signing in to the computer not noticing the look Sarah and Olivia were sharing.
“You know we haven't seen your little cutie for a few weeks, and maybe since coffee funds are running low he can fill… it back up.” Sarah teases, sticking out her tongue when Nessa flips her off.
“You know, he has made you smile and we haven't seen that in a long time. You aren't on edge around him which is weird because you barely know him.” Olivia points out.
Nessa pauses, she hadn’t realized she isn’t afraid around him. She feels safe near him even though he is training to be in the same industry as her ex. “I know nothing about him, he isn’t mine and we are probably just the nearest hospital to his training gym…” Nessa rationalizes, not commenting on the observations of herself and her mental state regarding Dominik.
“Oh just give it time.” Olivia waves her off, the earful Nessa gave her about telling Dominik where she frequents for coffee worth the interference. If she has her way Nessa would be happy with the young man.
“Really Liv, can you not be such a matchmaker, I need to be by myself for a while just leave it be please.” Nessa asks, her annoyance lacing her voice. Olivia's reply is cut off by the sound of the sliding door opening. In walks Dominik with a bloody nose, holding a towel to it. Sarah snickers and Nessa lets her head drop to the desk, “Of course he would come in…” She mutters to herself and Olivia waves him over, opening his file and starting this visit.
In between answering her questions he glances at Nessa, whose head is still on the desk but she is looking at him, catching his gaze and blushing. After a few minutes of this she picks up her head and pops her neck, collecting herself. “Either you are getting hurt on purpose, or you have no business training to be a wrestler, orrr your training partner really hates you.” Sarah comments.
Nessa narrowing her eyes at the implication. “Uh a little of column A, a little of B, and we are both inexperienced. But my dad and Jay Lethal are training me and they aren't easy neither is Andrew who gave me the bloody nose today.” He answers, his response slightly muffled through the towel he is still holding to his face.
“Hey, you have every business training to do what you want. I wanted to be a nurse now look at me, I graduated with my BA in nursing at 20 and have been doing this for two years. I want to help people so I am the best way I know how and from what little you have told me you have family in the industry you are training for so you have an in, and natural talent or I’m assuming they wouldn’t train you.” Nessa praises, not wanting him to be down on himself. She may not know him well but she can see he has confidence issues. He blushes at her praise and inwardly preens that she has given him even the smallest morsel of personal information.
Nessa covertly kicks Olivia under the desk for wiggling her eyebrows. “Go back to your normal bed Dominik, I’ll be in in a moment to take your vitals and do the initial exam.” Nessa orders, gesturing vaguely behind her knowing he knows the way. Once he is out of earshot she swivels her chair to face the other two who are smirking victoriously. “Don’t you two start, you are just as bad as Ma and my cousins.” Nessa warns, standing up and disappearing from their view as they giggle.
The next few weeks go similarly, Dominik coming in with minor injuries that Nessa treats, the two of them getting to know each other in these interactions. Both of them drag out the visits to be longer than they should, Nessa not ready to see him outside of the four walls of the hospital and Dominik not wanting to make her uncomfortable, able to tell there is something she is trying to heal from and he doesn’t want to press the subject. He is just happy with whatever she is willing to give him.
Dominik enters his parents house for their weekly dinner since his dad is home. He is shocked to see Vickie and Lita sitting on the couch with his mom, all of their heads close together clearly scheming something. “Aunt Vickie, Aunt Amy, what are you guys doing here?” He asks, hanging up his keys on the hook on the wall.
“Your mom called us over for dinner to discuss how you are struggling to get your soulmate on a date.” Vickie bluntly states, mischief alight in her eyes.
“Oh come on…” Dominik whines, his arms falling limply to his side, averting his eyes at the look his mom is giving him.
“It's ok Dom, we will help you out,” Lita informs him, a calming tone to her voice.
“Mijo, go set the table, dinner is almost ready, we will be joining you in a few minutes.” Angie instructs, Dominik doesn’t fight or argue and just goes to do as he is told, knowing he can’t stop them from meddling, he just fears they will make it worse.
“Amy, Vickie, that is Kevin's daughter and she hasn’t had an easy time of it, and from what Dominik has told me she is skittish which begs the question what else has she gone through.”
“Well that might be obvious and I hope we are wrong. However I have a plan, Here is what we are going to do…” Vickie explains her plan to the two women, their scheming getting interrupted by Rey who clears his throat.
“The table is set and food is dished out, lets go I’m wasting away…” Rey whines and the women roll their eyes but get up and go to the dining room, taking their seats.
“Ok Dom spill, how did you meet and what do you know?” Lita prompts, wanting to hear it from him.
He groans and slumps in his seat, knowing there is no use in delaying the inevitable so he explains and throws in his own theories, which are limited because as much as he would like Nessa to share anything with him the most he’s gotten from her is generalizations.
“Well sweetheart that is one of our theories as well so you need to tread carefully, but her friend told you where she goes for coffee and she knows you know so I think enough time has passed to where you can just “bump” into her. Amy has volunteered to go with you… tomorrow. You've been racking up medical bills just to go talk to her and frankly that is both sad and adorable… and stupid” Vickie explains, pointing her fork at Dominik who looks down embarrassed and mumbling something the others can’t hear.
“What was that baby, speak up.” Angie orders, a stern look on her face which melts with his answer,
“I don’t want to seem creepy, it seems like her ex really did a number on her. I’d be happy just being her friend.” Dominik speaks up, his blush going from his neck up to his cheeks and ears, the women cooing at him.
“And have you gotten this young lady's number yet?” Rey asks and Dominik shakes his head as his answer. “Then you are already being creepy and running up ridiculous bills for the ER visits, we may be well off but Mijo this is excessive for someone who hasn’t even given you her number. Nothing against her at all but is she worth it?” Rey asks, his opinion on the matter crystal clear to the room.
“Look, you have the day off of training tomorrow so we are doing it. What time is she normally there?” Lita asks, sipping her glass of wine, giving Rey the side eye.
“Uh… yeah… She works from noon to midnight so she is there around 11 to relax before her shift. And according to Olivia she works tomorrow, so yeah we know she will be there.” He answers , setting down his fork because he lost his appetite, nerves setting in for the next day.
Rey’s words chip away at what little confidence Lita and Vickie might have given him.
Nessa grabs her order from the counter and goes to sit down at a nearby table, intent on enjoying the last 30 or so minutes before she has to go to work. She sips on her coffee, scrolling on her favorite fanfiction site, clicking on the Loki fanfiction, getting lost in the romance between Lauren and Loki, immersed in the world the author created, ignoring everything around her. She sips her coffee, unaware of a certain redhead that just sat opposite her in the booth.
Lita glances at Dominik, giving him a reassuring smile before clearing her throat. Nessa looks up from her phone which clatters on the table when she recognizes just who is sitting across from her. “You… You’re Lita, holy shit I loved you so much as a kid.” Nessa blushes, the admission just flying out of her mouth.
Lita smiles warmly at the young woman in front of her. “Yes I am, You don’t mind if I join you right?” Lita asks and Nessa can do nothing but nod her head and stare. Lita chuckles before complimenting Nessa and getting straight to the point, “You are very pretty you know, I think you would be good with my godson.” Lita leans forward and taps her fingers on the table, a familiar smirk on her face.
Nessa’s smile falters slightly and she fiddles with the straw of her drink. “While that is sweet, I’m not looking for a relationship right now Lita,..”
Lita cuts her off. “Call me Amy, dear.”
Nessa pauses momentarily before trying again, “Amy, I’m not looking for a relationship. And if it is your godson as you say he is probably in the industry and I am personally trying to stay away from dating anymore wrestlers or professional fighters. My last relationship didn’t exactly go well.” Nessa groans realizing she gave too much information to her childhood idol.
“Oh he is training in the industry but he is the sweetest boy, cute too and knows how to cook and wouldn’t hurt a fly but I respect the wanting to be alone. At least let me give you his number and when you feel you are ready give it a shot. Between me and you he is entirely too shy so that’s why I am trying to play matchmaker.” Lita reaches over and squeezes Nessa’s hand.
Nessa sighs in defeat, having a feeling that this mysterious godson is Dominik, it is too convenient that she comes to the coffee shop Nessa frequents and sits down and immediately starts to play matchmaker. “Fine, I guess I can agree with that. I make no promises to call or text him though.” Nessa hands over her phone, Lita snorts and types in Dominiks number but putting the contact name as Lita’s godson. Nessa grabs the phone back after Lita slid it across the table. Nessa checks the contacts and snorts, “What you won’t even tell me his name?” Nessa cocks her head.
Lita laughs. “I think you have an idea who it is. Look before I go lets take a selfie, you can make it my contact photo since I put my own number in in case you need me to come kick his ass.” Lita offers, while informing of the extra contact information.
Nessa can't hide the blush, her childhood crush offering to take a selfie with her. Lita, used to the fangirling, gets up and moves over to sit next to Nessa, wrapping her arms around the young girls shoulders and grabbing her phone. Lita angles the phone and snaps the picture then kissing the top of Nessa’s head. Lita gets up saying her goodbyes and walking out the door, Dominik slinking out behind her unable to look at Nessa from the embarrassment.
Nessa snorts into her drink and turns her attention back to her phone and the selfie that is still on the screen. She laughs to herself again seeing Dominik awkwardly staring at the ground in the background of the picture. She saves it as Lita’s contact photo suggested but never plans on having to contact her.
A few days later Nessa is sitting at the counter at the nurses station, her phone in her hand staring at the contact screen of her phone, her finger hovering over the name Dom. She hears Olivia’s steps coming up behind her and greets the other woman, her eyes never leaving her phone screen. “You have been staring at your phone for like 3 days now. What's so interesting, are you finally talking to Dominik?’ Olivia asks, taking the seat next to Nessa.
“Uh no but… it's his number, his godmother kinda cornered me at Dunkin and gave me his number trying to play matchmaker.” Nessa huffed out.
“Ohh so he got his Auntie involved that takes some guts, or some serious lack thereof. Either way it is cute.” Olivia giggles, sipping the coffee Nessa brought in for her.
“You don’t think it's too creepy, or like a red flag?” Nessa asks, glancing over at the woman who quickly became her best friend.
“If it was any other circumstance I would say yes, but I am normally a very good judge of character and I never liked… your ex from the word go. But Dominik.. He… he has for lack of a better word a good aura about him. I think he would be very good for you and you for him.” Olivia gives her honest opinion, pausing before adding on, “I think you should message him and go out for one date, if only to get another Dunkin card for us to last through Thanksgiving and Christmas because girl we will need it.” Olivia jokes, but Nessa knows she is halfway serious about the Dunkin card; they would mainline it if they could for the holiday season.
“I wouldn’t even know where to start and I don’t think I am ready. And you’ve heard about the stories coming out about the men in wrestling. What if..” Nessa starts rambling, spiraling.
Olivia cuts her off, quickly, “Don’t spend your life thinking about what ifs, we take life as it comes or we don't really live. You won’t know how it turns out unless you try. I’m not asking you to marry the man, just text him. Get to know him and put yourself out there. And if you fall, if it goes south i will be there like last time to get you out.” Olivia promises, her voice thick with said promise that settles the unease in Nessa’s stomach.
“Fine” Nessa mumbles to herself and clicks on the contact information and opens the messaging app.
To: Dom -> Hey… It's Nessa from the hospital. Uh Lita gave me your number, and I kinda thought it was adorable that either you asked for her help or she just stepped in and took charge. My money is on that she just stepped in and took charge. Long story short, I’m off at midnight tonight and if you are still up you can take me to waffle house or something, that way she gets off your back and the girls here get off of mine.
Nessa hesitates before pressing send and tossing her phone on the counter and begins chewing on her thumbnail, Olivia snickering in the background. A patient comes in and Nessa does the intake, missing the silent notification coming from her phone. Half an hour later Nessa returns to the counter having finished with the patient, letting out a huff as she plops into her seat.
“Your phone has gone off a few times while you were with that patient.” Olivia points out excitedly tapping her fingers on the counter, bouncing up and down. Nessa rolls her eyes, her stomach going in knots afraid of what awaits her in her phone. Unsure what she wants the answer to be. On one hand she wants him to reject her which she knows is unlikely, on the other hand she wants him to say yes, and wants to give him a chance. She takes a deep breath and grabs her phone, unlocking it, seeing 3 messages.
From: Dom -> YES!
Nessa snorts seeing the excitable answer in the first message, she ignores Olivia’s annoyed huff and reads the next two messages.
From: Dom -> Sorry, I mean I would love to take you out to Waffle House when you get off work. Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to meet me there that way you have a way to leave if you want to?
From: Dom -> And yeah, Aunt Amy is my god mother and she just wants me happy. Mom, her and Aunt Vickie were plotting how to interfere when Aunt Amy came up with the plan. I look forward to seeing you tonight, just let me know what the plan is!
Nessa narrows her eyes at the last message gears turning in her head. She used to watch wrestling back when it was the WWF and him saying Aunt Vickie triggered something in her head. “What, what is it?” Olivia asks, the excitement gone from her voice, in its place was a worried tone.
“Uh he said yes rather excitedly but, uh he said Aunt Vickie, Amy who is Lita and his mom were plotting to get us together.” Nessa explains and Olivia hums thoughtfully.
“Well, I don’t know anything about wrestling like at all but I can look it up, what do you know?” Olivia asks, pulling up google on her phone.
“Uh that his dad is a wrestler, and is being trained by, uh, Jay Lethal and his dad who he hasn’t given the name of. But Dominik’s last name is Gutierrez and he has an Aunt Vickie….” Nessa trails off, her eyes widened. Olivia stops typing when she sees Nessa’s face. “What is it Nes?” Olivia asks, worry heavy in her tone.
Nessa clears her throat, “Uh, back in the day when I was young like 8 there was a custody battle that now seems so obviously fake but it was between Rey Mysterio and Eddie Guerrero, could his Aunt Vickie be Vickie Guerrero?!” Nessa quietly exclaims, everything starting to make sense. Olivia starts researching on her phone letting out a soft gasp. Nessa narrows her eyes, “What did you find Liv?”
“Uh yeah it’s Rey Mysterio’s son. Rey's real last name is Gutierrez and his son is Dominik and here is Dominik’s instagram with a picture of him and his dad.” Olivia turns her phone towards Nessa who sits back biting her lip, spinning back and forth in the chair. “And does that change anything?” Olivia asks, annoyance flavoring her tone, her friend of course gets a handsome rich boy with a bright future ahead of him fawning over her and she is too scared. Though she can’t blame her.
“...No” Nessa starts, chewing her lip before continuing. “It doesn’t, it just complicates things a little… It does explain why throwing $500 away on a nurse he doesn’t know and the constant ER visits for no reason.” Nessa snickers, feeling a little less uneasy knowing more information about him. Her attention turns to her phone which vibrates again. She checks the message seeing yet another from Dominik and her stomach knots, the constant texts being reminiscent of her ex and she hasn’t even gone on a date with him yet. Nausea builds up until she reads the message.
Olivia watches Nessa’s face contort, showing a progression of emotions Olivia recognizes immediately, having seen them many times before when nessa was still with her ex. Olivia curses his name under her breath for breaking her best friend. She only hopes Dominik will help her pick up the pieces.
From: Dom -> Hey sweetheart, it's Amy on Dom’s phone, he will meet you at the waffle house nearest the hospital you work at. You probably figured out who he is and he is freaking out that you don’t want to see him now. I am calming him down and he will be ready for you to be there or not, don’t worry about responding or feel pressured to respond or show up.
“Nes, are you ok what did he say?” Olivia asks softly, scooting her chair closer to Nessa who swallows thickly.
“Uh it was Amy, also known as Lita. She is with him right now and took his phone. He apparently started freaking out when he sent his last text message thinking, correctly, that I guessed who he was and worried I don't want to meet up with him. She said he will be at the waffle house near here and I can either show or not show no pressure.” Nessa scoffs, already well aware that Lita is trying to be a matchmaker. “She would get along well with Ma.” Nessa muses, rubbing her chest in an attempt to rub away the anxiety that flared up and to calm her racing heart.
Olivia notices this, “Go take your break and take your medicine, I’ll text you if I need you.” Olivia orders. Nessa nods silently agreeing and goes to do as she is told. Mentally trying to get ready for her date that night.
SUMMARY: IT HAD BEEN DAYS SINCE RHEA HAD BEEN ABLE TO FEED. LUCKY FOR HER YOUR NIGHT OUT WITH YOUR SORORITY SISTERS WAS ABOUT TO BE THE ANSWER TO HER PROBLEM.
A new nightclub. With its dim lighting, dark corners and smoky atmosphere; it was easy to lurk unnoticed when needed. The perfect place to hide in the shadows and not have to acknowledge the people around you. But that wasn’t always the case; as Rhea was about to find out.
Callus fingers gripped tightly around the crystal that housed rich amber liquid as Rhea’s sapphire gaze scanned the vicinity of her table, her spine pressing firmly into the cushion of her booth as she exhaled a disgruntled sign from her nostrils. It had been days since she had fed, she hadn’t had a moment alone since getting on the plane to work a few days prior and things were getting desperate. The ache in her gums had become excruciating and she wasn’t entirely sure how she was keeping it together.
The bar was packed to the nines with belligerent men who’s only goal was to fuck anything that moved, the occasional sober loser who’d lost a bet and been deemed the designated driver and a hand full of bachelorette parties filled with overly drunk females just looking for an excuse to make out with a stranger. It wasn’t like she was short for something to snack on, but her shimmering hues traveled the entire perimeter of the bar and she saw nothing but a mass of unappetizing obstacles that stood in her way of feeding on what she truly desired.
You didn’t like going out in public; in fact you would much rather be at home with a book and a large glass of red wine than crammed into a tiny nightclub with a ocean of complete strangers and yet here you were. Standing in the smoke pit of the only decent place to drink in town as your best friend Hanna puffed grey smoke from her lips like a chimney.
“Look either you stop acting like I ruined your night, or you don’t, but either way we are getting shit faced. Got it? You owe me.”
Inhaling another long pull from the white stick perched within her fingers till her lungs were full, you waited patiently for the recoil of smoke to cloud the sky before you and for her to speak again. She wasn’t wrong, you did owe her but you didn’t ever expect her to cash in on it.
“I made out with half the girl’s in the sorority to get you in, so suck it up and show them that your were fucking worth it.”
An impish cackle parted Hanna lip’s as slender fingers moved forward to offer the cigarette in your direction, her perfectly manicured brows arch skyward as she gives you a swift up and down. You didn’t want to change yourself to fit in at school, but she was unfortunately right. If you wanted to fit in, you had to follow the rules.
Swallowing a small pool of saliva that had pooled on your tongue, you reach out and generously accept the cigarette into your own grasp. Just one puff, that's all you needed to do to prove yourself and after that you’d never have to smoke again. With a nervous palm, you press the small burning stick between your lips and inhale a violent breath. The heated smoke hitting the back of your throat as you instantly fought back the desire to cough.
“Fuck.”
You choke out as the gust of smog fell from your lips, the corners of cat eyed wings beginning to water as you swiftly handed back the worst decision you’d ever made. That was definitely the last time you’d do that. Giving yourself a few moments to regain your strength, you stand back upright and flash your best friend a concerned smile.
“Yeah, not a fan of that.”
You groaned before pressing your lips in a firm line, a strange tingle in your throat burning as if you’d swallowed hot coals. How was it that so many of your friends could smoke like a chimney and never suffer from such a burn? Not even ice water could soothe the fire in your throat.
You had always wished for Hanna’s confidence; ever since you were kids she had always been the social butterfly and you’d hidden yourself away indoors with your books and your stories. While boys had captivated her, fantasy had captivated you. Losing yourself in a world where anything was possible.
“And you made out with half the girl’s in the sorority because you wanted to, it had nothing to do with me and you know it.”
A small harmonious laugh parted your lips and you glanced down at the outfit you’d been forced into for the night. It hadn’t been your first choice; hell it wouldn’t have been your one hundredth choice but unfortunately, you didn’t get a choice in the matter.
“Did you have to pick something so–”
You pause for a moment, your slender fingers pulling at the hem in an attempt to make the dress seem longer, desperately trying to pull it past your knees.
“Sexy?”
Your best friend replied, not letting you finish your own sentence for fear of already knowing the answer. You’d put up a good fight as she basically painted it on you earlier that night, but you clearly weren't strong enough to save yourself from a night dressed like a dominatrix.
“I was going to say short.”
You snip, still attempting the impossible with the last two inches of your dress. You were already beginning to stress of the dribbling males that would be hanging off your every word and you hadn’t even stepped inside yet. Surely this was taking ‘you owe me one’ a little too far?
“You can’t complain, the dark red goes so well with your milky skin tone and your dark hair. You look like the damsel in distress from your vampire romance novel.”
A soft pink flush comes to your cheeks as your best friend brings up your secret shame that to this day you wish you hadn’t told her about, your heart rate dropping slightly as you compared the imagery in your head. In your mind, you looked nothing like the main female human within your stories. She was delicate like a flower, as sweet as honey and as beautiful as a sunset. You were none of those things.
“Are you done? I just want to get this over with.”
Darting your crystal gaze in the direction of the almost burn out stick, you raise your eyebrows in question and motion towards the nightclub entrance with an eager bob of your head.
“Let's go.”
- - - - -
The sweet smell of dry rose mixed with a delicate musk hit Rhea’s nostrils before you’d even set foot in the bar; the second the door opened she was drowned in your floral aroma. The small hairs that lay across her neck standing on end as her fingers tightened, the crystal glass beneath her fingertips creaking under the pressure. It was as if every smell that plagued the bar had disappeared and all that was left was you. You were tantalizing and she had to have you.
“Tequilaaaaa.”
You made it eight steps. You’d been in the bar less than ten seconds and you already wanted to leave. Your nose crinkled as you lean away from the overly loud female, keeping your line of sight on the bar. The faster you got to the alcohol the better and at least you could still have your red wine.
Sliding your palms across the slick bar top; for a split second you forget what you're wearing and lean forward on the bar to gain the bartender's attention, the cool breeze of passers by alerting you of your exposed ass cheeks as you snap back up to standing position. To the naked eye, it would have been missed, gone unnoticed by everyone and you would have gotten away with it. But a split second for humans could be stretched for hours by a vampire; it was a skill that came hand in hand with their inhuman speed.
The whites of Rhea’s eyes darkened slightly as she stared at you from her booth in the corner of the night club, the tips of her fingers turning pure white as she gripped even tighter to the tumbler in her palm. The snow white mounds peeking out from beneath rich crimson fabric had Rhea’s desire for you to increase. There was something primal deep within her that flipped like a switch the second she’d layed eyes on you, the pain in her gums and the burning under her skin like thousands of tiny matches had been lit against her already sensitive flesh. The cheeky peek at what your body looked like out of your dress had Rhea’s plump lip rolling beneath blunt pearly whites, her free palm moving from the booth before her to drag back through slicked back jet black hair.
You were like a magnet; drawing Rhea in, captivating her every sense by doing nothing but exist in the same space as her. The stale smell of old beer and wet cigarettes no longer existed in her nostrils, all she could smell was rose; sweet and fresh. It was the most beautiful smell she’d ever come across and she couldn’t wait to get her teeth into it. Quite literally.
“I’ll have a glass of red, sixteen ounces please.”
“And four shots of tequila!”
Your bestie screamed as you attempted to order your drink, her entire form bumping into you as she crashed into your side with a loud groan. You’d had a few shots before leaving the sorority house and it was becoming very clear to you what kind of drunk you’d be looking after tonight, your forearm wrapping around the shorter female's waist swiftly in hopes to keep her upright.
“Two. And a glass of water please.”
You took a worried look over in your best friend's direction as she held onto your frame, returning your focus swiftly to the bartender as he too watched over your companion with concerned hues. You had more friend’s coming, you wouldn’t have to take care of her yourself all night, but what were you supposed to do before the other arrived?
Slender fingers winding around the stem of your wine glass, your glistening hues scanning around the vicinity as you took a seat at the bar with your inebriated counterpart in tow. Why had you agreed to come out tonight? Why couldn’t have been you washing your hair? Gently crossing one toned leg over the other, you leant back against the bar to rest upon the ledge. You didn’t intend to stay out all night, but a couple of hours out of the house couldn’t be that bad right? Maybe something exciting would happen to you for once.
Rhea’s grip around her beverage had yet to relax, her entire fingers starting to lose color as she continued to hold tightly onto the tumbler. The clear glass beneath her pressure had begun to crack, hairline fractures scattering across the smooth surface as she finally retracted her palm in enough time to save herself from shattered glass littering her flesh.
She couldn’t take her eyes off you, not even for a second. The way your dark curls fell about your shoulders, your exposed collarbones and the plunge of your perked breasts, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. You had her captivated in ways that she’d never experienced before and no matter how long it took, she was going to get a taste of you.
“Drink the water, please.”
Small whimpers fell from Hanna's lips as you tried to hold the tall glass of clear liquid against them, your manicured brows knitting together as she reluctantly sipped at the refreshing liquid you so desperately wanted her to drink. She just needed to balance out what she was consuming, one glass of water per alcoholic beverage and you'd have her back on her feet in no time.
“I wanna daaaance.”
Hanna whined, her face turning away from the glass as you lowered it back down to the bar top with a soft exhale of air. Of course she wanted to dance and of course she couldn’t wait for the remainder of your group to arrive. This was supposed to be a simple night out, but it seems that reality had other plans.
Gently taking hold of her wrist, you pull Hanna in your direction and force her to look at you, her glimmering emerald hues cloaked in a pleading expression as she pouted flush lips. You couldn’t say no to her; it was the reason you were out of the house to begin with, but you weren’t a great dancer and if you could avoid it you would.
“How about you finish your water first, huh?”
Another elongated whine fell from Hanna’s lips as her faux pout grew more dramatic, her head shaking side to side with enough gusto to have her long blonde curls hit you in the face. God she was annoying, but over the years you’d gotten used to her stubborn demeanor and her ability to get you on board with whatever she wanted. It didn’t come as a surprise when all she had to do was bat her lashes and everyone would be fawning over her within seconds.
Rolling your eyes counterclockwise as you finish off the last of your wine, you slide the empty glass back towards the bartender and push off your barstool with an exasperated groan. Dancing wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but having the entire bar’s watchful gaze on you as your shapely body moved in a dress that wouldn’t even fit a Malibu barbie was another thing. Pulling the hem of your dress down once more as you tried your best to cover more of your exposed flesh, you finally give up and grasp tightly around the fragile bones of Hanna’s wrists.
“Rule one. You stay upright.”
Yanking Hanna from her bar stool and on to her feet, you lock your crystal gaze with her own. Sure you were probably wasting your breath, but it didn’t hurt to try and get through to her.
“Rule two. Keep your hands off the strangers.”
You could see the excitement growing on Hanna’s face as she realized you were giving in to her request, her energy level practically boiling beneath her skin as she began to bounce in place. Maybe letting her burn off some energy before everyone else arrived would make your evening a little more bearable.
Loosening your hold on Hanna’s wrist only slightly so she didn’t run off towards the dance floor without you, you grasp at the half empty glass of water to have a final attempt at getting her to drink it.
“Finish your water and then we can dance, I promise.”
Watching you closely as you encouraged your friend to down the remainder of her water, Rhea couldn’t help the devilish smirk that claimed her full lips. Your statuesque physique continued to tempt her as she inhaled yet another full breath of your intoxicating scent, the sharp pain in her gums becoming unbearable as she licked a plump tongue across pearly whites. It was clear to her that you wouldn’t be alone any time soon, but she was willing to wait. You were the only person she saw in a sea of bodies and if meant waiting all night to satisfy herself with the rich elixir of your blood, then so be it.
The warmth of the dance floor was definitely off putting, hot and sweaty bodies writhing against each other as the heavy base of the music thumped in your ears. But as your body swayed back against Hanna’s and her lengthy fingers held tightly onto your hip bones, you had to admit to yourself that maybe you were having a good time. It wasn’t public knowledge that you preferred the touch of a beautiful woman to that of a dribbling puppy dog male, but as the delicate touches of Hanna’s fingertips danced against your flesh you couldn’t help the soft whimper that parted your lips.
The harmonious noise of your soft mews flooded Rhea’s earcannels; even with the heavy bass drop, your sounds were all she could hear as she continued to watch you from the corner booth, her darkened hues burning into your slender form as she carefully finished her stiff drink for the fractured glass. Selective hearing was a perk of being undead, focusing on what she wanted to hear and ignoring everything else around her like it didn’t exist. All she saw was you, all she heard was you and all she wanted was you.
“I’ll drink it really slow. Pleeease.”
Hanna whined as she rested her chin down against your shoulder, the warmth of her breath cascading across your skin as she begged you for yet another drink. Your milky flesh pimpling beneath the air that parted her lips as she gently trailed her fingertips up and down the length of your forearm, you let heavy lashes close for a few moments while you contemplated her question. It was no surprise to you that her touch was coursing such a reaction. How were you supposed to stay calm when a beautiful woman had her hands on you? Exuding a small sigh as you turn on stiletto clad feet, you open your eyes to look upon Hanna with a concerned expression.
You didn't want to be the reason she wasn’t having fun.
“Fine. But you drink it really slowly.”
Hanna squealed with excitement as once more she began to bounce in place, her slender fingers gripping tightly around your wrist as she dragged your statuesque form back in the direction of the bar with nothing but joy in her eyes.
You couldn’t begin to understand why girls loved drinking and being out in such crowded places while they did it. What was so appealing about the atmosphere the two of you currently found yourself in? Sweaty bodies, loud music and– A large lump formed in your throat and your mind went blank as your glistening gaze locked onto the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen leaning against the edge of the bar as you approached. Her jet black hair slicked back and away from her perfectly chiseled jaw, her plump lips coated in a burnt red paint, a midnight black suit hugging her muscular form perfectly and a litter of silver rings adorning her lengthy fingers as she stared intently at the bartender who stood motionless in front of her.
“Hi!”
Hanna yelled over the base of the music as the two of you reached the bar top, her emerald hues flitting over to the mysterious stranger as you stood in silence at her side. You weren’t one to talk to people you didn’t know; especially when they looked the way she did. Swatting at Hanna’s upper arm to gain her attention, you raise your brows in a concerned expression before shaking your head gently back and forth.
“Don’t bother people you don't know, Han. I’m sorry.”
Glancing over in the direction of the lady in black, you swallow nervously as her shimmering sapphire hues lock with your gaze. Her eyes were like crystal pools, instantly captivating you and pulling you into their hypnotic state with ease.
Leaning back only slightly on her stool as to peer around Hanna’s form to give you a un-noticeable up and down, Rhea licked her plump tongue slowly over her throbbing gums as an eat shit smirk claimed crimson lips.
“No complaints here.”
Rhea chortled softly. The pads of her fingers coiling around the new crystal glass of amber liquid as she slowly brought it up to her lips, not once breaking the hypnotic connection the two of you shared as she gulped back a mouthful of the burning liquor.
You could feel the color of your cheeks shift, even with the multicolored lights that flashed through the otherwise dimly lit bar you were certain Rhea noticed as she turned her attention back to the bartender who remained motionless in front of her. He hadn’t once looked away; as if he was in a trance, captivated by her movements.
“Glass of red and a fruity cocktail, am I right?”
You could see Rhea as she peeked over at you from her peripherals, the eat shit grin returning to her perfect lips as she took another long sip from her beverage. How did she know what you were drinking? Had she been watching you?
Bobbing your head in a slow motion, you couldn’t help the little smile that tugged the corners of your lips. You should be concerned, right? A complete stranger had been watching you, for how long you weren’t even sure and in any normal circumstance you’d be grabbing your things and heading for the door, but there was something about this woman that made you want to stay. Something about her that had your subconscious spinning and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
“So what’s with the whole dark and mysterious look you’ve got going on, mysterious stranger? It’s kinda creepy.”
Your mouth fell agape at Hanna’s words, a sudden wave of panic washing over you as you tugged a few strands of her golden hair causing her to whine at the pain.
“What?”
She snipped, turning her gaze back towards you as she rubbed the sore spot on her scalp. She could be so obtuse sometimes and it often led to unwanted confrontation that you had to resolve. With a ‘what the fuck’ expression upon your features, you step around her petite frame to sandwich yourself between her and Rhea as concern once more claimed your face.
“I really am sorry about her.”
Turning your back on Hanna as she continued to rub at her scalp, you faced Rhea head on with an apologetic smile. You didn’t find her attire creep, in fact the darkness of her clothing and depth to her make up made her most captivating feature pop. Her sapphire gaze was truly the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen, looking into her eyes brought a warmth to your demeanor that you only felt when you lost yourself in your books.
“She doesn’t have a filter and will find pretty much anything to keep herself entertained.”
Rhea didn’t say a word as she leant back on her stool to peek over at Hanna with a raised brow, a small chortle releasing from her chest as she sat back to rest her elbow against the bar.
“I can see.”
Your manicured brow arches in confusion as you take in Rhea’s words, turning back on high heels to find Hanna tongue deep in a complete stranger. The beverage she was supposed to drink ‘slowly’ empty on the bar top alongside two empty shot glasses. Expelling a soft gust of air from your nostrils, you roll your eyes counterclockwise and return your attention to Rhea as she sits sipping her liquor in silence.
“So much for girls' night.”
You grumble as slender fingers wind round the stem of your wine glass, slowly bringing the glass to your lips before swallowing a mouthful of the crimson liquid in one big gulp. You’d expected nothing less from Hanna, she was known for finding anyone or anything to make out with but you didn’t expect it to happen before you had other friends to keep your attention occupied.
Staring down at the last bit of wine as you swirled it round and round in the glass, you exhaled a small sigh before knocking your head back to consume the sweet liquid. The sound of Rhea clearing her throat pulling you back to reality as you placed the empty glass back onto the bartop. You hadn’t noticed her watching you, her dark gaze burning into your milky flesh as you’d dwelled in self pity over losing your friend to some random stranger with a skilled tongue.
“Can I get you another glass of wine?”
Your plush lips curved into an impish simper as your tongue played with each pitfall of your back teeth. You weren’t one to have drinks with a stranger, especially with someone as devilishly attractive as the female in your current company, but what harm would it do to be adventurous. Live on the wild side for once like the heroine in your new novel.
Sliding the empty glass in the direction of the awaiting bartender, you crinkle your nose in contemplation. Maybe you should order something other than wine. You were planning to live on the edge a little, so why not spice up every part of your evening?
“You know what, surprise me.”
- - - - -
The pad of Rhea’s finger danced softly against your neck as she swiped the loose strand of chestnut curls over your shoulder, your exposed flesh causing the heat in her esophagus to rage like wildfire. The steady thrum of your heartbeat like heavy drums in her ear canal as you sipped the fruity beverage she'd chosen for you, blissfully unaware of her staring once more. She could smell the sweetness of your blood as it moved through your veins, pulsing at the sweet spot in your throat like a beckon that kept drawing her in. She couldn’t help herself, everything about you was like torture.
It was a stupid idea for her to be this close to you when she hadn’t fed, one wrong move and she’d be left with quite the mess to clean up and compulsion wouldn’t be an option in a place this busy. She knew she was weak, the lack of human blood always led to dwindling power and one feed wouldn’t be enough to pull her back to full strength. But as Hanna had wandered off into the night with her new found plaything, Rhea had invited you back to her booth with open arms. She wanted to be alone with you, to not let anyone else have you. Your scent had intoxicated every fiber of her being and even with the fire that raged in her gums she couldn’t convince herself to walk away.
“It’s not as easy as I thought it would be, ya know, I've been writing for years but I'm still finding myself with too many sleepless nights when it comes to my current work.”
You weren’t sure why Rhea had become so invested in what it was you did outside of the four walls you both found yourselves in, but as you spoke about your current endeavors with school and the challenges they were bringing you; you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Most people found your creative writing to be boring and often changed the subject to something else whenever you brought them up, but Rhea was hanging off your every word like it was the most exciting thing she’d ever heard in her life. Her piercing gaze fixated on your lips as you spoke, her palm resting beside your thigh on the cushioned seat you shared and her plump lips curved into a devilish simper. She was eating up every single word that you said, which only encouraged you to keep going.
“Fantasy isn’t everyone's cup of tea and I often have to deal with immature frat boys calling me geeky names but when I open my mind up to the world of the supernatural, I can lose myself in a reality more exciting than my own.”
One of Rhea’s brows arched skyward at your mention of the supernatural, the corner of her lip inching into a playful smirk as she took a long sip from her crystal tumbler before setting it down beside your empty glass. So you were a girl who thrived on the suspicion of creatures that didn’t always take human form, how convenient for her.
In a move that would go unseen to the human eye, Rhea shifted her palm to rest down against the exposed flesh of your thigh. The tips of her fingers toying playfully with the hem of your tiny dress as she leant in to press the flush of her lower lip against your ear. She could hear the increase of your heartbeat before you could realize its speed, the pad of her thumb catching the sensitive part between your legs only causing the sound to grow louder.
“Supernatural you say.”
Rhea’s blunt teeth caught the shell of your ear as she spoke, her lips moving painfully slowly as she began to press a soft kiss to the crook of your neck. You’d never had someone make a move so quickly after nerding out about school, but the delicateness of Rhea’s actions had you melting under her touch. A soft mew parting your lips as you tried to remain focused on your breath. You couldn’t let on how desirable Rhea made you feel, you barely knew each other.
The blood pumping beneath Rhea’s lips had her free palm gripping tightly at her empty glass, her subconscious trying its best to focus on not ripping out your throat and not the strength she was using.
“Are you actually interested, Miss Ripley? Or are you just acting interested to get in my panties?”
Your head lulled to the side in attempts to beckon Rhea closer, your thighs parting only slightly to tempt her playful hands as her fingers continued to toy with your dress. This wasn’t you. Not normally, but there was something about Rhea that had your mind reeling. She made it hard for you to focus, it was like she had an aura that played with your senses and clouded your brain.
You felt Rhea’s lips morphe into an eat shit smirk against your skin as she nipped sharply against your pulse point, the strength behind each nip leaving purple marks in their wake. Your own lips pressing into a harsh line as you fought back a plethora of pleasurable moans that threatened to break free, your head tilting back against the cushioned wall behind you as your fingertips gripped the edge of the booth.
You were hidden away from eighty percent of the bar in your corner booth, the patrons all too focused on each other to pay your little endeavors any attention. You could whimper and moan all you wanted, the music was far too loud for anyone to hear. She could use you like a rag doll and no one would be the wiser.
“What if I said both?”
You could feel the flush of Rhea’s lips move against your collarbone as she spoke, the sharp nips against your flesh pausing for only a few seconds as she addressed your question, quickly resuming once she was done. You couldn’t begin to imagine what your throat looked like as Rhea’s skilled lips continued their magic, your fingers only gripping harder at the booths ledge as you held in your breath to calm your desire.
There was no way that you’d found someone who not only showed interest in you but also in your work. They weren’t often a thing that came hand in hand and a part of you was beginning to doubt yourself. This had to be a set up. Your friends were just playing some sick joke on you and Rhea was just attractive bait to lure you into a trap.
“Is it wrong for me to say I don’t believe you?”
You probably should have kept your mouth shut, but once you had an idea in your head, you had to act on it.
The burning sensation of Rhea’s kiss as they marked your skin stopped suddenly, her sapphire gaze retracting to meet your questioning own as the corners of her lips twitched into a devilish simper.
“Come now kitten, what kind of a woman do you take me for? Lying to you just so I can get you out of your dress? I should be offended.”
You couldn’t stop the sudden increase of your heart rate as Rhea’s little pet name caught you off guard, the plush of your lower lip rolling tightly between pearly whites as you kept your gaze locked with hers. You couldn’t think of what to say. She didn't seem offended, the unbelievably desirable smirk remained plastered on her lips as the pad of her thumb once more found itself dancing against the soft skin of your inner thigh. She wasn’t backing down, not even slightly and if she still wanted you, she could still have you.
You could feel the lump resurfacing in your throat as Rhea’s sapphire hues burnt into your own, the devilish glare within them pulling you further and further into her web as her plump tongue coaxed over her painted lips. She was staring at you like a hungry lioness stalking her prey and with each passing second your cravings for her lips back on your skin grew stronger. What had this woman done to you?
With a swift motion you barely noticed, Rhea’s fingertips from her free palm moved to sweep back the dark curls that clung to your shoulder, pushing them down your spine to reveal the soft curve of your shoulderbone to her wandering gaze. She’d not looked away from you for most of the night and yet there was so much more of your slender form she wanted to see.
Pressing her heated kiss back down against the hollow of your collarbone, you can’t help but expel the soft mews that had been clinging to your lungs. Even the slightest of touches; be it fingers or lips, had you reveling in desire. Every part of you screaming for her touch as you leant into the passion of her aura.
Without a word, your thighs parted once more. Your entire body was begging for her to take it as her own and the longer she made you wait, the harder it became to keep yourself contained. You didn’t usually beg for someone to be this close to you. On your usual Saturday nights, you were wrapped in a blanket with your laptop, writing your novel and wishing your life could be as exciting as the heroines you wrote about. Falling in love with supernatural beings, learning about a whole new world and chasing dreams that didn’t exist in a human’s reality.
Chewing at the plush of your lower lip, you let heavy lids fall closed. The sensations of Rhea’s lips moving effortlessly against your jugular vein had your heart racing, the heavy thrum like music as it played in her ears. The pain beneath her gums raged; growing more intense by the second as her fingertips pressed into the creamy flesh of your upper thigh. She wanted you and you wanted her, it was clear to you both where this night could end.
A small wince echoes from your chest as your blunt teeth punctured the top layer of skin upon your lower lip, the rich taste of copper coating your tongue as Rhea’s entire form went rigid. She could smell the blood as it pooled from the injury you inflicted on yourself, causing the depths of her gaze to darken. The smell flooded her nostrils as she held herself still against your neck, keeping her features away from your gaze as the tips of her canines began to ache. Her control was weak, the lack of human blood over the last few days had left her with no power left to curb her desires. She could feel the monstrous rage that came hand in hand with feeding off a fresh vein boiling under her skin, the tips of her fingers pressing into your thigh enough to leave purple blemishes beneath the tips.
“Rhea?”
Your tone was laced with question as you spoke her name, concern flooding your features as you pulled away from her heated lips that still held their place against your throat. Your head craning to the side in attempts to look upon her motionless form, you swallowed nervously as your gaze fell upon the unexpected. The depth of Rhea’s eyes caused the air in your lungs to catch, your throat growing tight as a lump in your windpipe kept you from breathing out even a single breath. Was it a trick of the lighting? Were the shadows playing tricks on you?
Sucking the blood that had pooled on your lower lip into your mouth, you force out a stammered breath. It had to be your mind, it was playing tricks on you. There was no way that what you were witnessing was true. It couldn’t be. But as your mind played back over the night's events, your heart rate began to increase once more; only this time you had other things on your mind.
You hadn’t seen Rhea once since entering the nightclub and yet all of a sudden, there she was. Making herself a part of your night without even trying. Her dark demeanor and captivating eyes, her beauty and enticing persona. It was as if she’d been written to be perfect by your own mind. You played back each and every moment of the night as Rhea simply watched you, the black glaze to her once sapphire hues somehow still so captivating as you pieced things together. The stranger that had caught Hanna’s attention so quickly, the speed behind some of Rhea’s actions along with the ones that seemed to go unnoticed until they didn’t, her obsession with the soft spot of your pulse point and her ability to bruise your flesh with almost no effort. She was strong and fast. It wasn’t real, It couldn’t be.
It would only take a moment for Rhea to make you compliant, to get what she truly needed from you, but as she watched the light in your eyes flicker with excitement— only for a second, she doubted herself. You didn’t seem scared, in fact the complete opposite. Why didn't you run? It was clear you knew something no one else did and yet you hadn’t made one move for the exit.
Stretching out your palm to trace a singular finger over the arch of Rhea’s perfectly chiseled cheekbone, you swallowed back the lump in your throat with one thing on your mind. If this was real, if you were sat in the presence of something no one else believed in, then you would dive into the reality with both feet. Watching as the depth of her gaze shifted back to the bight blue you’d fallen so deeply for, you drop your hold on her features and grasp tightly at Rhea’s palm that sat on the table beside her empty glass.
“Come with me, Mami and I'll give you what you need.”
Giving Rhea’s hand a gentle tug as you slid from the booth and encouraged her to follow, you couldn’t help the impish glimmer that flickered in your eyes. If this moment was going to play out how you imagined, you needed a little more privacy.
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The arch of your spine slammed against the reflective glass of the full length bathroom mirror as Rhea pressed against your slender form with all she had, the heat of her kiss against your jugular once more as you pawed at her shoulders in attempt to remove the suit jacket that clung to her torso. You could feel the hunger resonating out of Rhea’s form, her blunt nails puncturing the soft flesh of your thigh as she pulled your leg up to her waist. She was starved and as the moment between you grew hotter and hotter, it became harder and harder for Rhea to remain focused. Your pounding heartbeat didn’t exactly help the situation either.
“Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
Rhea practically moaned as she wound her lengthy fingers into the mass of your chestnut curls, her palm tugging down to expose more of your milky throat for her to ravish with her purple marks.
“Because I know where this goes.”
You whine as Rhea scatters a brand new chain of bruises around your neck, her palm moving you head like a puppet as she moves from one side of your throat to the other.
“I’ve written this story.”
Rhea’s interest peaked as you unknowingly gave away a part of the story you had yet to talk about. The question being which supernatural it was you wrote about. Trailing the tip of her nose up the left side of your jugular, across the perfect angle of your jaw and slowly up to your right ear, she gently sucked the lobe between her devilish lips before whispering softly against your ear.
“Then tell me Kitten, how does our story go?”
Were you about to quote your own book?
Use lines you’d written with the intention of never truly being said.
The warmth of Rhea’s breath against your ear makes your lids flutter, your fingers moving to toy with the first button of her slightly opened shirt as you turn your head slightly to find her oceanic hues. They were your words, you had written them, so why couldn’t you speak them? Popping the first button of Rhea’s shirt and swiftly moving to the second one, you lick across your front teeth before using the tip of your nose to bump her chin enough for you to find her ear.
You needed the right inflection, to commit to the part if you wanted it to work out and fuck did you want it to work out. Pressing a scatter of heated kisses along the perfect angle of Rhea’s jawline, you nipped playfully at her earlobe for letting out your words in a whisper.
“Take my body as your own, sinking your teeth deep into my skin; show me no mercy.”
Your voice dripped with desire as you popped yet another button on Rhea’s shirt, the pads of your fingers dancing across the skin as you exposed it to your gaze. Taking to the next button as you pressed a warm kiss to the corner of her jaw.
“Rip out everything mentally and let it explode physically.”
The whites of Rhea’s gaze began to grow dark as your words played with her hunger, tugging at the strings like torture. Your ravenous lips pressing another few kisses across her jawline.
“Grab hold of me, thrust and tear me chaotically, spilling your rage all over me.”
Finally reaching the last of the buttons on Rhea’s shirt, you pull the tails free from the leather belt that kept them at bay to expose her bare breasts to the air of the smoky bathroom.
“Hate me, love me, destroy me.”
Shifting your lips to peck repeatedly at Rhea’s own in hopes she would simply take you; there and then, you hike up your free leg to eagerly wind them both around her waist. Her weight against your form as you were pressed back into the mirror kept your bodyweight up, your hips grinding down against her own in attempts to get comfy.
Pulling at your hair and yanking your head back and away from her, you watch as Rhea’s lips morphed into a eat shit smirk. You watched in awe as the depth to her glazed eyes became darker, the grin upon her face peeling back to reveal elongated canines that almost glimmered in the bathroom lighting.
Vampire. Your subconscious screamed as you chewed playfully at your lower lip, your present mind not once thinking of the danger you could be in and ignoring the desire any normal human would have to run.
“Use me. Claim me.”
You uttered as your palms slid into the small of Rhea’s back, your slightly pointed nails pressing into her flesh as you slowly clawed them up her spine before winding them into her onyx tendrils. It took less than a second for Rhea’s palm that held tightly onto your thigh to snap up around your throat, her callus fingers tightening instantly to restrict the air escaping your lungs as she licked hungrily across her pointed fangs.
“Make me your plaything and fuck me, mia regina.”
(“ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ, ᴍʏ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ.”)
Rhea’s tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as your fluent Italian flooded her ears, a shallow growl vibrating in her chest as she snapped her lips back against the shell of your ear.
“Oh dolce Gattino, ho intenzione di farlo.”
(“ᴏʜ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ, ɪ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴛᴏ.”)
Each moment with Rhea was like you’d planned it, every detail of the night following that of your own imagination as she returned your foreign language without effort. Smoothing her thumb over the vein on your pulse point, she slacked off the hold she had on your throat just enough to allow you breath. Her heated breath washed over your ear as she continued to speak.
“Perché da ora in poi sei mio. Solo mio.”
(“ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴇ.”)
You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as Rhea’s flawless Italian continued to drive itself into your consciousness, your heavy lids fluttering closed as her muscular form pulled you against her chest to relocate you to the sinks ledge. You couldn’t believe what was happening to you, about to be ravished beyond your wildest dreams by a walker of the night.
You couldn’t bring your gaze away from Rhea’s bare chest as her knee pushed itself between your own, driving your thighs apart enough for her to slide into the space she'd created with a devilish chortle. The darkness of her gaze continued to deepen, the vice-like grip around your throat tightening once more as she tilted your head back to have you look up at her with widened eyes. You could still breathe, but as Rhea’s fingertips pressed into the sides of your jugular you prayed to the heavens that she’d squeeze tighter. That she’d pull you into a new euphoria and heighten the desire that pooled between your legs.
“Only yours.”
You whimpered as the crushing sensation in your windpipe trapped the sound within its walls. Rhea was driving you crazy, each passing second pulling you further into a daydream as your palm moved to trace your fingertips over the wigs that spread over her sternum. Your blunt teeth gripping the flush of your lower lip as you took in every detail of the intricate tattoo, fracturing the delicate skin once more as the pressure became more intense. You could taste the blood as it bubbled to the surface once more, the coppery taste coating your taste buds as your fingers dropped from their soft touches to Rhea’s skin.
“I’m sor–”
You didn’t have the time to finish your apology before Rhea’s hunger found the soft plush of your lip, the heavy tug of her pulling the blood clean from the cut causing a delicate moan to vibrate from your chest as your fingertips gripped around the sinks ledge. She’d fought back every desire you’d thrown at her. Your scent, the heavy thrum of your heartbeat every time she’d touched you, but as the warm elixir of your life’s essence washed over her tongue, Rhea broke. She was done holding back, you’d given all the permission she needed to take you as her own and fuck was she about to take advantage of it.
The grip around your throat disappeared without you even realizing, both Rhea’s palms finding your hips to pull your ass forward. The hem of your crimson dress hitching higher up your thighs to expose more of your creamy flesh as Rhea’s darkened gaze simply watched in pleasure, her flush lips curving into her signature eat shit smirk as her tongue slid over elongated fangs. She wanted to taste every part of you, feel every part of you beneath her lips.
Tracing the pads of her fingers over the expanse of your soft thigh with one palm, Rhea craned your head slightly to press a scatter of kisses along your collarbone and up the column of your neck. The sharp points of her teeth catching your flesh every so often had you reeling, your legs twitching slightly as you felt the gentle touches of Rhea’s lengthy fingers trace between your thighs and ever closer to the heated core. The lace that shielded your wetness from her eager fingertips growing damper as Rhea’s released a deep moan against your earlobe.
“Take all of me Mami, please.”
You begged, swallowing a large ball of saliva as it pooled on your tongue.
“Take my body. My mind. My soul.”
You could feel the chuckle that parted Rhea’s lips as she moved her kiss back down your throat. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what damage she’d done to your milky skin by this point, but as your flesh burned beneath each hungry kiss, you let your mind wonder.
The sensation of skilled fingertips pulling aside your soaked panties and sliding between your slick folds yanked you from your subconscious, an unexpected moan parting your lips as Rhea slowly circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with her thumb. Your spine slowly arching forward with each new sensation, you chewed at the uncut side of your lip to suppress your whimpers.
“Non nascondermi il tuo piacere, Gattina. Lascia che ti ascolti.”
Rhea uttered against your skin as she slowly swiped her finger up and down the slit of your folds, pressing the tip against your entrance as she dragged sharp points across your shoulder. She wanted to give you pleasure before she took some for herself, but as the heat behind her gums burned, she contemplated how much longer she could hold back before she’d be forced to line her esophagus with your sweet nectar.
“Sì, Mami.”
(“ʏᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀᴍɪ.”)
You whined as the tip of Rhea’s finger at your entrance caused your back to arch and your thighs to twitch, another heavy moan falling from your lips as she slowly began to insert her finger between your tight walls.
You still couldn’t believe what you were doing. Rhea could kill you if she so desired and yet you’d played into her web perfectly. She had you wound around her finger so tightly, in more than one sense and as she added an additional finger to the warmth of your core you couldn’t help yourself but call out her name.
Your thick lashes fluttered closed as Rhea’s palm cupped around the back of your neck, pulling your features forward to capture your lips with her own. A small wince echoing in your throat as her pointed teeth caught the small slice you’d caused but she didn’t seem to care as her tongue pushed past the barrier and began to explore your mouth, her fingers diving further into your wetness as she began to curl them against your sweet spot.
“Fuck.”
You purred, as Rhea’s kiss disappeared. Your lids snapping open as you felt the tips of her fangs drag against your pulse point. Was she about to feed off you? You were surprised that it hadn’t already happened. Vampires were written with a take what they want attitude, feed and move on. Rhea had already tasted your blood once and with that you’d expected her to rip into you like a wild animal, drain your life's essence and disappear into the night as if she never existed.
Tilting your head slightly to allow Rhea as much room as she needed for her feed, you close your eyes tightly. Would it hurt? You had no idea, but you had no intention of denying her. You could hear your heartbeat in your own ears and could only imagine what it was doing to her. The heavy thrum pounding out a perfect rhythm as you swallowed unknowingly out of nerves.
“Scared, Kitten?”
The dominance in Rhea’s voice had your fingertips gripping the countertop in seconds, your hips twitching forward against her palm as her two fingers continued to pump in and out of your slick walls without a sign of stopping. You weren’t scared, the complete opposite in fact; but you couldn’t bring yourself to form a sentence and instead a plethora of moans took the place of your words as her fingers curled perfectly against your sweet spot with each thrust. The chuckle that parted Rhea’s lips was almost evil as it vibrated in her throat, her heated kiss pressing once more against your jugular before her gaze pulled back to witness your tightly closed lids and monstrous grip upon the sink.
Slowing the rhythm of her thrusts only slightly with hopes of getting a reaction, Rhea’s painted lips curved into her signature smirk as your lashes fluttered and you lids peeled open. The darkness behind her gaze was still very present, the points of her teeth sharper than ever and yet she still hadn’t taken you as her latest blood bag. Why?
“I'm not scared of you.”
You stammered through labored breath.
“Prends-moi, brise-moi, s'il te plaît.”
(“ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ.”)
Once more Rhea’s lips peeled back in an almost demonic grin. Each time you saw the sharpness of her fangs it caused your heart to swoon, pulling you deeper and deeper into your own fantasies. Craving them to puncture your flesh and drag you into euphoria.
“As you wish”
Was all Rhea uttered as her rhythmic pulse against your core returned to its fast pace. You could feel the band in your abdomen tightening with each pump of her fingers, your head lulling back against the mirror as the fingertips from her free hand moved to sweep the hair back from your shoulders.
Was she about to give in? Were you finally about to experience what only the characters in your novel felt as an attractive female fed from you?
You could feel your peak approaching, each passing second Rhea pleasured your core pulling you closer and closer to the edge. You wanted her now, more than you had all night. Ever since the moment you realized what she was and what she could do to you, all you could think about was her sharp fangs plunging into your flesh and the euphoric state being connected with someone in such an intimate moment would bring.
Releasing the sink ledge and stretching out your palm in search of Rhea’s perfectly chiseled jawline, you traced your thumb against her smooth skin before cupping the nap of her neck. You didn’t want to be pushy, but you were losing your patience with the amount of time it was taking to feel her lips against your skin and with your pleasure soring, it was now or never.
Chewing at your punctured lip as you fought back the pleasured moans Rhea’s fingers pulled from your chest, your hips eagerly bucking against her. You couldn’t form words as she continued to bury her fingers third knuckle deep into your tight core, your chest beginning to rise and fall in labored pants as they forced their way out of your lungs.
“P-pl-please, Mami.”
You begged, your nails pressing into Rhea’s neck as you greedily rode her palm.
“Please.”
The word was barely air; let alone sound and would have gone unnoticed to anyone else. But as the sound of pleasured begging flooded Rhea’s eardrums, she followed your wordless request and leant forward to once more ravage your flesh. She could not only see the pleasure in your face, but feel it. She knew how to pull you over the edge and it wasn’t with her master finger skills.
Scrapping her sharp teeth over the pulsing point beneath your jugular, Rhea slowly wound her free palm around the length of your neck, her lengthy fingers coiling like a snake around the fragile column before snapping it to the left, exposing the long vein line to her aching gums. You’d begged her for it. For her to take you. Break you. Destroy you. Increasing the pace of her thrusts into your tight walls, you can't help but whimper as Rhea’s palm tightens around your neck and restricts your ability to breath.
“Last chance, Kitten. Sure you don’t want to run?”
Rhea uttered against your skin, the vibration of your pulse beneath her lips driving her insane as she licked the flat of her tongue across your jugular vein. You couldn’t answer her and she knew that, the constriction she had around your throat was almost cutting you dry and all you could manage was to gently bob your head in response to her question. You definitely didn’t want to run, you wanted to cum.
With a few more pulses of Rhea’s skilled fingers into your desperate core, you couldn’t hold back again longer. The band in your stomach wound so tight that you could feel tears behind your lids as you teetered on the edge of release. The sweet taste of your climax hitting like a tidal wave as the sudden sensation of pointed fangs punctured the supple flesh of your throat.
“Oh my… god… fuck!”
You panted as your own grip on Rhea’s neck tightened, your fingertips winding into onyx locks to hold her in place as your high crashed through you like a train. It was completely indescribable and yet it all felt right. You’d chosen to entertain Rhea in her little games all night long and your reward had been worth the wait.
As the warm elixir of your blood coated Rhea’s tongue and down her esophagus her entire form shifted, the energy she’d been lacking returning and her strength increasing ten fold.
Releasing your throat so as to not hurt you, Rhea’s palm slipped to your hip as you rode out your wave against her palm. The counter beneath you became slick with your wetness as she continued her pace with ease, pumping in and out to keep you on your high as long as possible. Feeding was euphoric on its own terms, but as your body trembled beneath her touch Rhea clued in to just how she was making you feel.
Your blood was rich and almost sweet, coating every inch of Rhea’s mouth as she continued to guzzle down the crimson liquid. Her eyes growing darker and darker with each mouth full. She’d never had a problem controlling herself when she was feeding, only inflicting injury on those who’d found themselves on the wrong end of a fight. But there was something about your life’s essence that caught her by surprise, her stomach filling but her desire only growing stronger.
“R-Rhea.”
You stammered. Your grip on her neck falling slack as your mind became fuzzy and your strength to hold on grew weak. The sensations you began to feel swirling in your subconscious as you contemplated letting her finish. ‘It will kill you!’ One side of your mind screamed. ‘But you don’t want to lose this feeling.’ Shouted the other, the two sides arguing causing the brain fog to expand as you whimpered softly. You’d never felt a sensation quite like having Rhea feed from you, the pull of blood leaving your body mixed with that of your mind clouding had you almost floating. Flying above everything as she suckled the life from within your form.
It was as if Rhea knew she needed to stop, the soft sting at your jugular disappearing instantly as she pulled free from your skin. A coat of crimson plastered over her smeared lips as she swallowed back her mouths contents to speak.
“Hey Kitten, talk to me. You doing okay?”
You could hear Rhea’s words and yet somehow still couldn’t answer her. Your high had already fallen, your mind clearing slightly as her muffled words fought to be heard, but with your vision still blurred and your mind still buzzing, you swallowed back with the little strength you had. A sharp wince pulling from your chest as the pain in your throat became noticeable.
“I’m fine.”
You slurred as the soft tips of Rhea’s fingers slid around your chin, her sapphire gaze returning once more as she pulled herself back to human looking status and turned your limp neck to have you face her. The pad of her thumb grazing over your cheekbone as she curiously examined your features. Physically you looked fine, her manicured brow becoming arched as she continued to search your expression.
“I’m fine.”
You repeated, this time a lot more assertive, as a cheeky grin claiming Rhea’s lips. Her palm still cradled around your chin and supporting your head, she couldn’t help the small chortle that vibrated in her chest.
“So it was just that good, huh?”
Rhea’s brow arched slightly as she licked her plush tongue over crimson stained lips, cleaning up every last drop of your blood that stained her kiss as you watched her closely. You could see the tiny shift in her ocean gaze as your blood cleansed her palate, your own lip rolling beneath your lips in you held in a small whimper.
“Better than the books.”
You uttered, a small laugh muffling in your mouth as you held your lips tightly with your teeth. Of course you had no idea what it would truly feel like, your imagination not even beginning to create such imagery as you’d written such a moment. Being with a vampire was supposed to be fantasy.
Rhea chuckled softly as she smoothed her thumb over the punctures left by her fangs, a small stinging sensation shooting up your spine as her pressure against the open wound increased slightly. Your lips falling lax as delicate moan pushed passed them, the same pleasure you’d felt as she fed from you bubbling to the surface.
“I’ve got one last treat for you, Kitten.”
Your eyes widen slightly as you begin to play off what else she could possibly do for you, hers sapphire hues keeping you very captivated as you hum a delicate tone.
“What else could you possibly have prepared for me, Mami?”
You purr as a singular finger lifting to trail over the perfect curve of Rhea’s jawline, your tongue coaxing over your lower lip as thick lashes flutter slightly. You’d known each other less than a few hours and yet somehow you’d found yourself willing to do anything in order to keep her around.
Watching you intently, Rhea’s lips curve into an impish smirk, her palm dropping from your cheek and moving to the supple plush of her lips in a fluid motion. The darkness in her gaze glimmering back to the surface, only for a few seconds as she ripped open the cluster of veins in her wrist.
“One, I can’t let you walk out of here with that.”
Rhea’s gaze flicked to the wound upon your neck and then swiftly back to her wrist as a small pool of blood formed against her skin. Sapphire pools rising up to meet your gaze with an almost protective smirk.
“And two, you're mine now, remember and I’m not done claiming you yet.”
Blood bonding. Was she serious? You didn’t expect to ever see Rhea again after tonight, but if you knew anything about the supposed existence of blood bonding between supernaturals you’d never be able to leave her side again. A sires bond, linked to each other no matter how far apart the world tried to pull you.
“You’re asking me to—”
Your words trail off quickly, your crystal gaze still locked with Rhea’s as your tongue pushes through your lips. You were definitely curious, did a vampire's blood taste different to your own? But could you take the risk of locking this woman into your life forever?
“No.”
The tone in Rhea’s voice dropped, the authoritative demeanor she now held making the words that fell from her lips a clear order.
“I’m telling you to.”
You swallow nervously, certain you’d obey her before you’d even fully processed the request as you sit up right on the sink ledge and adjust the hem of your dress. You didn’t even want to think what your hair looked like as you pulled a palm through the sweaty tangles, coughing lightly to clear your throat as you took one last moment to breathe.
“Do you trust me?”
It was strange to you how Rhea could almost play two completely different people, the dominance of her darker self and concern of her human form playing hand in hand as she spoke to you. The demanding attitude from before instantly replaced with protectiveness as she sensed your nerves.
Bringing both of your palms to hold them together in her lap as you looked down at twitching fingers, you inhaled one last breath before and focused on steadying your heart as you looked up in search of Rhea’s gaze. Looking into the depths of her eyes was calming, like looking out and the ocean and you knew if you could find her pools all would be okay.
The warmth behind Rhea’s gaze as you found it was the most comforting it had been all night, all the darkness within her almost melting away as she waited for your answer. She couldn’t let you leave the bathroom with such a disaster upon your throat, but she didn’t want to force anything on you unless she had too.
“I trust you.”
You finally uttered. Your words weren’t loud but they were loud enough for Rhea to hear as she took a small step closer to you, positioning herself perfectly between your thighs as her free palm cradled your neck.
You could almost smell the richness of Rhea’s blood as you wrapped both your palms around her wrist, your mouth unexpectedly flooding with saliva as you took in the sight before you. It was now or never, you wanted this moment to mean something. You wanted to show her that you’d felt something between you that you were willing to bond together and not have this moment be ruined by her forcing it all on you.
“Feed me and make me yours.”
You whisper, an impish grin claiming your lips as you coated blunt teeth with your tongue and lean gently against Rhea’s palm.
Chapter 22: The meeting and burning questions (A Poly Judgement Day Fic)
San Diego Tuesday, May 9th,
Nessa drums her fingers against the arm rest of their rental car as they pull up to the familiar house with the cream colored exterior and dark brown accents on the sides of the windows, the dark of the accents contrasting the light cream of the exterior of the house beautifully. Nessa stares at the exterior of the house as the knot in her stomach tightens as Dominik pulls in and parks in the driveway. Nessa see’s a curtain flutter in movement, signalling that Angie was watching for their arrival. Neither of them make a move to exit the car, Nessa’s nervous tapping on the arm rest, her other hand firm in Dominiks hand. Dominik raises their conjoined hands placing a kiss to the back of her hand.
“It’s not too late to cancel Mi Sol. I can have Mom call him and cancel. We can just go in and go to sleep.” Dominik offers, giving her the out he feels she needs. Nessa takes a shaky breath and shakes her head before answering.
“Np, No, I can do this… I think… Should I do this Ducky?” Nessa looks at Dominik her eyes wide and filled with tears, some of them spilling over and falling down her cheeks. Dominik cups her cheek wiping away her tears.
“Hey, this is up to you but I do think it is a good idea at some point to talk to him. You made this decision very quickly, you could postpone a few weeks or months or never if you want. I will support whatever you choose.” Dominik promises, hiding his own anxiety better than Nessa is. He smiles at her when she turns her head and kisses his palm. Nessa releases Dominiks other hand and uses both of hers to wipe away her tears.
“Lets get this out of the way and then we decide where to go from there.” Nessa tries to pep herself up to get ready to face her father. Dominik scoffs and rolls his eyes. “No, Corazon, you decide where to go and we follow. You don’t need to ask us for permission for every little thing. Baby I thought we worked through that the first time around.” Dominik looked at her sadly, realization setting in he did more damage than he thought when he left her. His chest hurting at the thought of her blaming herself still for him leaving and that is why she always asks for permission.
“I… Uh… ok” Nessa gives in unable to explain her setback, her eyes flickering to the window, seeing Angie’s form leaning against the door frame to the house, her arms crossed clearly inpatient waiting for her children. Dominik turns to see his mom clearly annoyed and he curses under his breath and gets out of the car, Nessa doing the same not wanting to face Angie’s wrath. Dominik grabs Nessa’s hand and they make their way up the path and meet Angie at the door.
“It’s about time. Nessa mija go to the back yard by the pool, I have some tea there for you, Dom you stay in the kitchen. Kevin will be here any moment so do whatever you need to to be ready sweetheart. Dominik I told you stay in the kitchen” Angie reiterates, her tone going sharp as she repeats herself when Dominik tried to Follow Nessa into the backyard. Dominik stops in his tracks and turns to face his mom, his face contorted into a pout. The same pout that he would use as a child. Angie rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and shifting her weight.
“If you must be so nosy in such a delicate time then you can watch from the window.” Angie cuts off when the door bell rings. Dominik jerks his whole body towards the front of the house. Angie holds up her hand, silently telling him to stay put while she goes to answer the door. Dominik bounces up and down, one arm crossed over his chest, the other bent around it, chewing on his thumbnail. A habit he has picked up from Nessa.
He drops his arms to his side as the lumbering frame follows his mom into the kitchen. Dominik stares at him warily. Angie rolls her eyes again and just walks outside to the back yard while Kevin pauses momentarily and looks Dom up and down appraisingly before just nodding his head and walking out the back door, the door swinging closed behind him. Dominik steps to the door, his hand resting on the handle, the tip of his nose pressing on the glass, streaks of fog appearing from breathing. Watching the tall figure slowly head towards Nessa sitting on the edge one of the beach beds, clearly wringing her hands.
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Nessa sits perched on the edge of the wicker beach bed, wringing her hands together, ignoring Angie just hovering around pretending to water the nearby plants as Kevin approaches her, his hands in his pocket and his shoulders slumped forward to seem smaller thanhe actually is. Nessa chews on her lower lip as he silently sits on the bed opposite her so he is able to face her. He is unable to meet her gaze, unsure how to start or what to say. Theye sit like that in an uncomfortable silence until Nessa takes a deep breath and clears her throat.
“You… you wanted me to hear you out, so… here we are… im ready to listen, but for me to hear you out you have to actually you know speak.” Nessa starts off unsure, her voice getting more steady as she goes, her tone bordering on annoyed. This breaks some of the tension, making Kevin scoff and bite back a chuckle. Seeing the attitude that runs through his family, reminding him of Tristen and he can’t help but smile. Nessa cocks her head and crosses her arms, getting annoyed by the older man just sitting there and smiling at her like an idiot.
“Ok, you must have had a stroke or something because your face is stuck like that. Why are you staring at me like that?” Nessa asks, trying to get the conversation started.
“You have the family attitude and you reminded me of my son… your brother… Tristen” Kevin explains, clearing his throat and blinks back tears, the pain still fresh in his heart.
“You don’t have to explain, I know about him.. Well the basics a good friend told me when I went to her for advice after Backlash..” Nessa scrunches her nose and moves her lips back and forth before offering an olive branch of information. “I lost my older brother Thomas earlier this year. To an overdose… It… it is a heavy thing to bear, let alone losing a child…” Nessa swallows and glances over at Angie who continues to “tend” to her plants.
“I..” Kevin clears his throat and tries again, “You were born a few months before him and I have one picture of you with him if you'd like to see it?” Kevin offers and waits for her answer. She nods her head unable to find any words. Kevin shifts his weight to pull out his wallet and pulls out a small picture, he leans forward and hands Nessa the picture of two babies side by side in a crib, a baby blanket Nessa recognizes as her blankie laid across them.
“The uh one on the left is you, and the right is Tristen. This is the only picture I was ever able to get of the two of you together. Not long after that your mom decided to atone for the “wrong” she did to your father and to my wife by seeing me on the side, even though it gave us you.” He explains, his voice cracking.His hand pausing midair where he went to stroke her cheek like he used to. He pauses to see her reaction, lowering his hand as Nessa continues to hold on to the little picture he provided and glances up at him. He takes that as his cue to continue.
“Your mother is a strong and lovely woman who didn’t deserve how your father was treating her and you didn’t deserve it either. She hoped he would change and right his wrongs at Yom Kippur that year but she was the only one who put forth the effort and we see how that ended up… I was alway there ready to help, to help her escape with you and your brother and get a new life started but she was scared so don’t blame her for not letting me in your life.” Kevin pleads, reaching forward to grab Nessa’s hand but she pulls back.
“Then why not after she divorced him, why did you not tell me when I turned 18. You were always lurking about on those big days. I thought I was going crazy because of all those stories mom told me about when I was a kid.” Nessa accuses him, asking the question she hasn’t stopped asking herself since Backlash.
“Because your mom asked me not to and I respected her wishes. We thought it would be best for you and would protect you as much as possible. The life I led” Kevin takes a shaky breath and continues, “the life you lead now is not an easy one and we wanted to protect you from it. Then you got with Dominik, a lovely boy by the way, and I knew it was only a matter of time before you would be even more immersed in this world. While I couldn’t always be there in person I made sure you and she were always taken care of. Tamara… My wife, knew and accepted and forgave my transgression, and wanted to be part of your life as well but again respected your mother's wish, she didn’t agree with my method of protecting you. God this is all jumbled.” He mumbles to himself after explaining as well as he could with how frazzled his emotions were. Nessa gently hands the picture back to him.
“No, that actually made some sense. You have to see it from my point of view, my whole life is a lie. My father isn’t my father, you paid for all my schooling basically handing everything to me. I don’t know what I have actually achieved now or was it all because of you. I’m in the WWE because of your friendship with Hunter, maybe I only passed nursing school because you donated an assload of money. Now you buy me a fucking bus a…a…a… and I don’t know why” Nessa lists off and throws up her hands, bringing them back down and running them through her hair and then down her face where tears have started to fall.
Angie stops watering her plants and goes over, sitting next to Nessa and grabbing her hands. “Ay, Mija. It wasn’t just him that got you that bus. I did as well. You deserve a place to be home while on the road. Somewhere to be safe after everything you have been through. You are my daughter just as much as Aalyah and I will do anything to keep you safe and happy. Just… Don’t tell Oscar he is still uh coming to terms with your uh… dynamic with your partners.” Angie pats Nessa’s hand and caresses her cheek, Kevin snorting at the choice of words. Nessa turns her gaze to Kevin, narrowing her eyes.
“What?” She asks, the feeling of being judged settling into her gut. Kevin just shrugs and smiles.
“I have no issue with your dynamic, fully support it. Whatever makes you happy. You arent the first wrestlers to have that kind of relationship.” Kevin explains and Nessa cocks her head.
“Don’t… Don’t try to overcompensate to get on my good side. You weren't there for me when I needed you. Instead, you lurked like a…a… fucking creeper. Where were you when I skinned my knee learning how to ride a bike, or… or… or when I had my heart broken the first time, or my proms. I needed a dad.. I needed my dad, someone, to help protect me and Ma, where were you then, instead of just my graduations and a few recitals, for the good stuff? I needed you…” Nessa rattles off, her voice cracking and Angie rubbing her back trying to calm her down.
“I wanted to be there, I wanted to be more involved, to protect you. I did what I could, to provide for you and your mother. I want nothing more than to protect and provide for you and to get to know you.” Kevin explains, Nessa furiously wiping the tears from her face with shaky hands. She glances over to the back door to see Dominik's face pressed against the glass. Nessa chokes on her breath trying to not laugh, she scratches her nose and he flings the door open and runs out quickly getting to where the three of them are sitting, Kevin fighting to keep his own tears at bay.
Dominik takes the space right next to Nessa and pulls her into his arms, resting her head on his shoulder, sniffling a few times, her hand still held tight in Angie's.
“I know about your ex and who it is and I would have given anything, ANYTHING to protect you and get you out of that situation safely. I am glad you were able to get yourself out.” Kevin praises, ignoring Dominik and Angie shaking their heads no. Nessa angrily gets to her feet so she is standing in front of Kevin.
“I got out of it but the cost was so high I live every day with the regret of what it cost me and you were nowhere, nowhere when i needed comfort after, the fear, the depression, the self loathing…” Nessa takes a deep breath trying to calm herself, “you didn’t know so I don’t hold that against you not really but you did know about what my dad did and again you did not protect me. You asked I hear you out and I did. You can go this conversation is done.” Nessa storms off, wiping away more tears as they fall. The remaining three watch her retreating figure as she disappears into the house, the door slamming behind her. Kevin slumps back finally letting the tears fall, his heart shattering more than before, feeling defeated the knowledge he may never get to know her, that it is too late.
“Mijo go after her, make sure she is ok, I’ll talk to Kevin. Maybe this was too soon. After you make sure she is ok have her nap and you could do with one too. I’ll wake you for dinner.” Angie dismisses Dominik who glances over at Kevin who has his back turned.
“Look man, she hasn’t had an easy time of it either and I haven't exactly made it easier, especially this year. Just give her some time ok, she will come around. Maybe not to the level you want but she will forgive you eventually.” Dominik tries to reassure the other man before returning to the house. Angie sighs and runs her hands down her face.
“Well, that could have gone better huh Kev? Dom is right she will forgive you soon enough. You need to give her some space, let her come to you ok. I’ll keep an eye on her for you.” Angie advises, giving Kevin's shoulder a slight squeeze.
“What was the price she paid? What happened?” Kevin asks, the knots in his stomach getting worse. Angie sighs again before answering, “its not… its not my story to tell.” Angie pauses weighing the pros and cons. “She was pregnant, and the stress from healing from the last beating and the fear of him coming back made her lose it and she has never forgiven herself. Now don’t go blaming yourself either, you wouldn’t have known and couldn’t have known or done anything to help. Let us just be glad she got out and is doing better now and that she has Dom and the others.” Angie tries to stop his own blame and self loathing, rubbing his shoulders soothingly.
“I uh… I better go. Thank you for hosting this Ange and for having my back and taking care of Nessa.” He thanked her, giving her a hug and a kiss on the forehead.
“Of course Kev, I’ll always take care of her like she is my own which she practically is now. I’ll keep you updated.” Angie promises, walking him back to the house and escorting him to the front door.
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Nessa storms in to Dominiks room and paces back and forth, brading and unbraiding her hair trying to make sense of the conversation she had with Kevin. Battling her emotions, knowing it wasn’t his fault fully that he wasn’t around but the resentment he wasnt there to help her when she needed it yet he payed for her schooling making her lucky and giving her a leg up she wouldn’t have had. Her thoughts are interrupted by Dominik knocking on the doorframe announcing his presence.
“Princesa sit on the bed.” Dominik orders, knowing she needs some stability and guidance. Without argument she goes over and plops on the bed, still braiding and unbraiding her hair. Dominik goes to Nessa’s bag and grabs her brush and a hairtie. He sits down behind her and with one hand gently guides her hands to her lap so she stops fussing with her hair. He then unbraids her hair and starts to brush it gently knowing he trusts her with this most vulnerable part of herself, the part she protects the most.
“Whats going on in your head Princesa, lets talk through it, then we can nap until dinner.” Dominik prompts, focusing on not yanking the brush through the knots.
“I can’t rightfully blame him. It was a decision they both made.” Nessa starts explaining, letting out a deep sigh.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t blame him. He could have contacted you still, especially after you turned 18.” He agrees with something she has said multiple times.
“That is true, he did provide for us though, when he didn’t have to. Mom had no claim to anything of his yet he at least made sure we had a place to live, food and a damn good educaiton for me. I just can’t get over him not trying to be there harder. He could have fought, he could have done shared custody, visitation, something. Instead of hiding in the shadows at celebrations. I needed him during the bad things too where was he then?” Nessa sniffles again, still confused on how to feel, not knowing how to process everything still.
“He was on the road like dad. Or doing his movies once he sort of retired. Though he hasn’t fully retired yet still. Not to defend him, but how would you have taken it at age 18 going to college finding out he is your father, or any point after that?” Dominik asks, setting down the hair brush and braiding down nessa’s hair in a simple french braid.
“I… it wouldn’t have gone well either. I probably would have cussed him out and mom. Now I kind of understand. If only a little. Damn… I wanted to ask if he beat up dad to convince him to allow the divorce. And a few other things.” Nessa complains, her thoughts becomming less jumbled. Dominik finishes the braid and secures it in the hair tie and wraps his arms around Nessa, kissing her cheek.
“Thats fine Mi Sol. You can arrange another meeting and ask. Or contact him another way if you want to. This doesn’t have to be the end. You don’t have to have a father daughter relationship with him but you could still ask the questions you need and get your answers. This is all done by your lead. He won’t contact you first he is going to wait for you that I can promise you, so the ball is completely in your court.” He explains and he feels stress and tension leave her body. Nessa reaches up and places her hand on Doms forearm and squeezes it.
“Thank you Ducky. For being here, for setting it up,... for everything.” Nessa thanks him and leans back into his embrace. “Anything for you baby, now lets take that nap. We have had a long night and day today.” He orders again, scooting back on the bed and dragging nessa with him before letting her go. She gets under the covers, Dominik doing the same. Nessa wastes no time snuggling up to his chest and drawing shapes on it over his shirt until they both doze off.
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Nessa blinks her eyes as she wakes up, the smell of food bringing her back to the land of the living. She looks around the room, her gaze finally landing on Dominiks sleeping form, his arm and leg hanging halfway off the bed, his other arm thrown over his head and his mouth open, twitching as he snores. Nessa tries to hide her laughter, causing her to shake but thankfully Dominik sleeps like the dead. She slides out of the bed and quietly exits the room and tiptoes down the stairs, walking as quietly as possible until she reaches the kitchen. Angie turns when she hears a floorboard creek.
“Ah Nessa you are up, dinner is almost ready. Go ahead and sit down at the table, you need more rest. You can help with dinner tonight instead.” Angie orders and Nessa does as she is told and sits in her normal seat that she claimed when she first started coming around.
“I uh… I have a few questions for you.” Nessa states, swallowing the lump in her throat, watching Angies form float about the kitchen.
“Ask away sweetheart” Angie prompts, stirring the concoction on the stove.
“Did you know” Nessa asks quietly, her index finger drawing patterns on the table. Angie freezes for a moment and sets down her spatula.
“I did, from the moment Dominik showed me a picture of you and told me your name. Before you go say something about I could have told you, no, it wasn’t my secret to tell. My concern was my childrens happiness and safety and then yours. It is clear you make Dom happy and you are such a good sister to Aalyah. You quickly became one of my own.” Nessa nods her head, accepting the explanation, not feeling as nearly betrayed as she felt weeks prior at Wrestlemania.
“The bus, you said you got it too, so you split the costs with Kevin and I am assuming Hunter because that bus is mahooosive, its basically a house with a fucking huge bedroom and still a bunch of bunks, basically a full kitchen and living area it must have cost you a fortune” Nessa frets, more so worried for the woman she sees as a second mother. She knows the men have cash to spare.
“Aye Niña, the cost split three ways is almost nothing, like I said would do anything to help you and Dom. Rey doesn’t know because he is having his little temper tantrum. I also know the boys are paying for almost everything except your clothes. I also hear you might be wrestling in the next couple months so get some ring gear designed and made because thats is something you gotta pay for so plan for it.” Angie warns, while plating the food and setting a plate in front of Nessa. “Go ahead and get started while I go get Dom.” Angie kisses the top of Nessa’s head and guilt fills Nessa for how she acted to Kevin when Angie allowed a safe space to meet and she just stormed away not letting him finish.
“Hush now child, you are allowed your feelings. Don’t feel guilty. I expected it to go that way. You don’t have to forgive him, you don’t have to have a relationship with him and you did your part by hearing him out. But if you want my opinion I think it would be a good idea to at least get to know him, allow him to be around. For both of your sakes.” Angie leaves the room with that piece of advice to go gather Dominik for dinner leaving Nessa alone with her thoughts.
Nessa pushes the food around the plate, her appetite lost to the guilt and conflicted feelings she is battling with.
A few minutes later Angie returns with Dominik in toe, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He takes the seat next to Nessa and starts digging in, but eyeing Nessa who is just pushing her food around her plate to look like she is eating.
“Aht, Nessa you better eat that, you are nothing but skin and bone. You need some meat on your bones so you can give me grandbabies.” Angie chides, while making her own plate and taking her seat. Nessa is not at all surprised that Angie brought it up and it makes her let out a little laugh. Part exasperation other part genuinely thinking it is funny. Dominik chokes on his food which makes Nessa laugh harder at the fact he was shocked.
“Yes ma’am.” Nessa smiles and takes a bite, glancing over at Dom who stares down at his plate unable to meet Nessa’s gaze.
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Later that night Nessa is laying in bed on her side, Dominiks arm thrown over her waist. He can tell by her breathing she is still awake. He tightensis arm around her, pulling her closer so her back is flush against his chest.
“Nes” He quietly calls her name. She jums in response waiting for whatever question he wants to ask. Or to say whatever he needs to get off his chest. “No matter what you decide on the Kevin thing I am by your side, supporting whatever decision it is. No questions asked. I know I broke your trust before but I am not leaving you ever again. You have been the one constant in my life besides Mom that I could depend on.” Nessa smiles to herself, placing her hand on top of Dominiks and squeezing it three times in a silent “ I love you.” Dominik sighs in relief and continues, “This is the future I want, you, me, Damo, Rhea and Finn. A big house, children running around.” He smiles, seeing that future clear as day, children that are the mix of all of them. No one caring who the “real” father is as they are all one unit. Some memories take over the fantasy and he clarifies, “but I never want to be like our parents, they will be on the road with us if we cant be home for extended periods of time. We are not going to miss major moments of their lives, we are going to be there for it all one way or another.” He promises himself and Nessa, going quiet when he hears quiet snores coming from her as her breathing had evened out and she fell asleep. Dom smiles and whispers out loud to the universe, “I promise”. Before laying his head down and closing his eyes, falling asleep to the fantasy of his future.
Like, just Dominik standing in the cereal aisle, he's gone shopping with Finn, and he can't decide between Honeycombs and Fruitloops. Normally he likes choices, but he's so exhausted from the WWE schedule he's been running, he just can't function, and crying in the grocery store is not something he's willing to do (yet), he says it before he even realizes it, just a faint little whimper, "Guerrero..." Suddenly Finn is by his side, squeezing his hands, looking at him concerned, "Dom, what is it, what's wrong? Did someone talk to you?" Dom can't answer, instead he just gestured toward the cereal. It took Finn a few seconds to sort it out, then he grabbed both cereals, took Dominik's hand and offered, "Sweetheart, I think maybe we need a cuddle, yea?"
The Judgement Day with a gf who has a sweet tooth like always?
Cookies || The Judgement Day x Reader
Summary: You have a horrible sweet tooth, so does Dom. The two of you are incredibly angry when Finn puts a lock on the cabinet where you keep all the treats.
As you sat on the couch, your face twisted into a pout, you couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Your sweet tooth was something your partners wanted to deal with, especially Finn and Damian. However, Finn had taken matters into his own hands and placed a lock on the cabinet where you kept your favourite treats.
Dominik, who shared your love for sweets, was equally disgruntled by the development. He had been complaining about it to Rhea, feeling like the rest of the group was being a bit too strict about your sugar intake.
"They're just looking out for you, Dom," Rhea said, trying to be the voice of reason.
"But it's not fair! We should be able to have sweets whenever we want, we're grown adults." Dominik grumbled, his arms crossed.
Meanwhile, you remained on the couch, brooding. Your brows furrowed, and your frown deepened as you thought about your beloved snacks locked away from you.
The three of you seemed lost in your own thoughts until Damian, ever the peacemaker, decided to intervene. He approached the couch where you were sitting and, with a sly smile, gently pulled you onto his lap.
"Hey there," he said, his tone soothing.
You looked up at him, still wearing your pouty expression. "I want cookies."
Damian chuckled, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. "I know you do, baby, that's exactly why Finn put a lock on that cabinet."
Finn, seizing the opportunity to lighten the mood, couldn't resist joining in. He crept up behind you and began to tickle your sides, making you giggle and squirm in Damian's lap.
"Tickle monster strikes again!" Finn announced with a grin.
You erupted into laughter, your previous sulky mood forgotten. Dominik, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but chuckle too. Rhea smiled at the camaraderie among all of you.
The sweet craving and the lock on the treat cabinet might remain an ongoing battle, but in that moment, you realized that it was the bonds you shared with your partners that truly mattered. Laughing together on the couch, you knew that even without sweets, your life was wonderfully sweet because of them.
warnings: noncon, gangbang, cum eating, creampies, talks about forced pregnancy, mommy kink, face slapping, restraints, finger sucking, degradation, choking
summary: you try to leave rhea, she’s not having it.
title credit: the optimist- 10 years | part of the ‘left to face this alone au’ // slight spoilers for chapter 6
You knew it was a stupid idea the moment you began to pack your bags. It had been months since Rhea had caused you to quit your dream job, and so there were times she would leave you back at her apartment. She trusted you and she knew you wouldn’t dare do anything while she was gone. Now, if she had to be gone for more than two weeks, she would bring you with her. It was almost Christmas and because it fell on a Monday, she would be gone for the week. You took a deep breath, trying not to let the fear of her catching you stop you from leaving. You were scared - rightfully so - but you weren’t going to stop.
Packing up as much of your stuff as you could, you jumped when you heard a car door slam shut. Looking out the window, you breathed a sigh of relief when you realized it was the neighbor. You continued to pack and as soon as you were done packing that suit case, you realized you had already packed three other bags.
That should be good, you said to yourself, grabbing two of the bags and taking them to the front door. You were too busy to notice Rhea walking up the driveway. Once you brought the last two bags downstairs, you opened the door to meet an angry Rhea. Your eyes widened, dropping the bag in your hand as you backed away. Watching her open the front door and walking inside, you tried to wrap your head around a good enough excuse as to why you were heading out the door.
“So,” she started. Slamming the door and locking it, Rhea was past angry. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I- uh- I was just going to visit some of my family.” you lied, silently cursing yourself for being such a terrible liar. You knew Rhea didn’t buy it the moment it left your mouth.
“Bull shit. You know, next time you buy a Greyhound ticket, maybe you should make sure I don’t have access to your email.” she snapped.
You shook your head, hating the fact that you forgot that she had access to it. How could you be so forgetful? You backed up as Rhea got close, dropping her backpack on the ground. “You want to run from me? You want to leave me? I do everything for you. I take care of you and so why do you want to leave me?”
“I- I don’t, I promise.” you whispered, but Rhea laughed in response.
“Cut the bull shit now, (Your Name).” she snapped, watching as you bumped into the wall.
“You hurt me and I’m done. I am leaving you, and I’m sorry, but I’m going.” you said, struggling to keep your voice leveled. You hated how nervous she made you, but you couldn’t help it.
Rhea threw her head back and laughed, but soon began to glare at you. “You think I’ve hurt you? I haven’t done anything you haven’t wanted.”
You stood up straight, getting as close as you could to her face. You were done letting her push you around. “I’m leaving. Now move out of my way.”
You gasped as she grabbed you by the throat roughly, squeezing, she said through gritted teeth. “You’re not going anywhere, I’m going to make sure of that. Now, go upstairs to our room, I’ve got to make a few calls.”
As soon as she let go of your neck, you hurried up to the stairs. Unsure of what she meant by ‘a few calls’, but knowing Rhea as well as you do, you knew you were going to find out soon enough.
You turned on the TV, trying your best to get your mind off things. An hour into the movie you had turned on, Rhea came barging into the room. You kept your eyes glued on the TV, missing the smug look that was plastered on her face. You finally turned your attention to her as she grabbed the remote and turned the TV off.
“I was watching that, Rhea,” you said quietly, but to your surprise, it didn’t ruin her mood.
“Oh in an hour you’re going to be too busy to look at the dumb thing anyway.” she stated, causing you to give her a confused look.
“… What are you talking about?” you questioned, getting up off the bed.
“Finn, Damian, and Dom are coming over to help me make sure that you never try to leave me again.” she said, pulling out her phone. You shook your head, heading for the door. You weren’t sure what she meant exactly, but you weren’t going to stick around and find out.
Heading towards the bedroom door, you began to open it before Rhea slammed it back shut. She grabbed you by your shirt, forcing you back to the bed.
“Rhea, let go of me right. fucking. now.” you snapped, but Rhea wasn’t listening to you. Ripping your shirt off of you, she pushed you down on your back on the bed.
“I don’t fucking think so, baby. You’re going to be a good girl for me or I’m going to have to hurt you.” she threatened, but you shook your head.
“Please…” you whimpered, causing her to laugh.
“You’re going to be a good girl for your mommy, correct?” she asked. Pulling your bra down to expose your chest.
Rhea dipped her head down, taking a nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it roughly and you tried your best to be quiet as a moan threatened to come out. You didn’t want Rhea to have the satisfaction of knowing that her mouth felt good - she would never let you down.
Rhea pulled away from your nipple, looking back up at you. “Correct?”
You nodded, the words refusing to leave your body. That wasn’t good enough for Rhea, no. She needed you to say it. Pinching one of your nipple as hard as she could, refusing to let it go until you answered her the way she wanted.
“Yes! Yes, I’m going to be a good girl for you. I promise!” you cried out. Rhea let go of your nipple, getting off the bed when she heard the doorbell rang.
“Wow, it hasn’t even been an hour and they’re already there. I need you to finish getting undressed while I let them in.” Rhea said, but you just sat there in your spot, frozen. You knew this wouldn’t end well for you if you didn’t do as you were told, but as she left the room, you found yourself unable to move a muscle.
When Rhea came back, your eyes widened as Damian, Finn, and Dom followed her into the room. She looked angry - your suspicions were confirmed as she stormed towards you.
“What the fuck did I tell you before I left the room? Huh?” she snapped, grabbing you by the throat and squeezing.
“Y-You, you t-told me to get un-undressed! Please, stop, you’re hurting me!” you cried out, but Rhea didn’t seem to care.
Keeping her hand around your throat, Rhea stopped squeezing as she pushed you towards the bed. “Damian, can you help me? I need to hold her down and get the rest of her clothes off so I can tie her down.”
You glared at him, not wanting him to touch you. As Rhea pulled on your pants, Damian came up behind you. Grabbing your arms and pulling them behind your back, you tried to struggle against his grip and Rhea pulled your pants down and off you. When she threw your pants onto the floor, she turned to look at you. “You’re going to fucking behave before I let them fuck your ass, and they won’t be using any lube either.”
You cried out, stopping your movements because you knew she wasn’t bluffing. The last thing you needed was for them to rape you there, still afraid of Rhea doing it to you once more. Rhea ripped your underwear off with one pull, not wanting to waste anymore time.
Damian guided you towards the bed, shoving you on it as Rhea went into your shared closet to grab handcuffs. Finn and Dominik came closer to you, smiles on their faces as if they weren’t about to do anything to you.
“Please don’t do this, please, I don’t want this.” You begged as you looked at Damian. You almost thought he looked sympathetic for a second before Rhea came back out of the room.
“Does she ever be quiet? Seriously, she’s so fucking annoying.” Finn groaned, causing Rhea to laugh as she handcuffed you to the bed.
“I usually have to shove things in her mouth to get her to shut up, she knows not to bite me if I’m using my fingers on her.” Rhea said, wrapping her hand around your throat. “You’re going to be a good, quiet girl, aren’t you?”
You nodded the best you could as she began to squeeze, causing you to cry. Rhea leaned down, licking the tears that were falling down your cheek. Turning to the others, she spoke up, “I have some rules. No anal unless I specifically tell you it's okay. That’s mine. I don’t mind if you use her mouth, but I’d prefer if you come inside of her cunt, and my final thing, if she’s begging you to stop, you don’t. If I tell you to stop, then you stop.”
“Got it.” Dom agreed, and both Finn and Damian nodded in understanding. You shook your head, not wanting any of this.
“If any of you put your dicks near my mouth and I’ll be biting them off,” you spat, causing Rhea to slap your thigh as hard as she could, not once, not twice, but three times before saying anything.
“No, you fucking won’t, because if you even try, you will be punished. Do you. Understand. Me.” She asked, slapping your other thigh between words.
“Please don’t do this to me, I w-won’t try to run away ever again, please, Mommy, please.” You begged as you watched as Finn began to undress.
Keeping his eyes on you, Finn began to stroke himself through his boxers. Rhea moved away from the bed and made her way towards the chair at the desk. Turning it so she could see everything that was about to happen. Damian and Dom got undressed, surprised by the fact that Dom was already painfully hard. He wasn’t as big as Damian and Finn, and you silently hoped he went first. Closing your eyes, you winced as you felt the bed dip as someone got on.
“Come on, (Your Name), look at me,” Finn demanded, in a low voice that you barely missed what he had said. You slowly opened your eyes just as Finn got between your legs. Stroking his cock with his eyes locked on you.
You turned your head to look at Rhea, who was now pantless. Watching as she pulled her underwear, you could see from where you were at, she was wet.
You whined as Finn slapped the tip of his cock against your clit, causing you to whimper. Biting your lip, you tried to relax but your nerves were taking over. His cock was a lot thicker than any toy Rhea has ever used on you. Finn pushed in slowly, watching as his cock slid into you. Halfawy in, Finn pulled his cock out just to push it all the way in this time. You cried out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes as he began to fuck into you. You flinched as he placed his hand on your throat, holding you in place. He was too big for you and you knew if you tried to beg him to stop, he wouldn’t. You would be wasting your breath.
You were too focused on the pain to realize that Rhea got up from her spot and began to walk closer to the bed.
“Stop fucking her for a few minutes,” she said, causing Finn to stop mid thrust. He kept to his word, staying as still as he could while she got on the bed. Laying right next to you, she moved so she was leaning on the pillows so she was looking down at you from her spot on the bed. She placed her arm on the pillows that you were laying against. “Continue.”
With that, Finn continued his thrusts. You squeezed your eyes shut as he fucked you, reaching down to rub at your clit. Rhea bit her lip, watching the way Finn’s cock was fucking in and out of you. “God, you take his cock so good, maybe I should let them use you more often. Come on, open your eyes and put Dom-Dom’s cock in that big mouth of yours.”
Dom got on the bed right next to you, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Rhea pushed your head to the side, guiding your mouth onto his cock. She whispered in your ear, “You bite him, I’m going to bite you. Hard.”
You began to suck on the tip of his cock, trying your best to focus on that instead of the way Finn was fucking you. Slapping both of your thighs, Finn grunted. His thrusts were beginning to grow sloppy. “You wanna come inside of my girl, Finn?” Rhea asked in a tone you’ve heard many times before. She was domming him.
“Yesyesyes,” he grunted, waiting for Rhea’s response.
“Go ahead, come.” She said, reaching down with her free hand to pinch at your nipples.
With that, he came with a low grunt. Finn kept going, causing you to moan against Dom’s cock.
“Fuck, Mami, I think she actually likes this.” Dom moaned.
Rhea laughed, “Yeah she does. She’s going to love it when one of you guys gets her pregnant. That’ll teach her not to try and leave me.”
When Finn pulled out of your pussy, Dom pulled out of your mouth. He got off the bed so he could get back on it from the bottom of the bed. Crawling on his knees so he could get between your legs.
Damian got closer to the bed, and once he was on the edge of the bed, he grabbed your arm. “C’mon, jerk my cock.” he said, throwing his head back as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock.
You tried your best to focus on jerking him off in hopes that he’d come too early. Damian began to fuck your hand just as Dom lined himself up, Gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises, making sure you keep your legs open as he pushed into you roughly. He gave you no time to adjust to his cock as he began to fuck you as hard as he could.
As you stopped jerking Damian’s cock, Rhea began to play with your hair, a sick smile on her face. “Maybe I should record all of this huh? Show it to you when you act up to remind you what I’ll have them do to each and every time.”
“Pl-Please, no. M’don’t want that.” You whimpered, flinching as Dom raised his hand to slap you. He laughed, making it known that he was just trying to scare you.
Your eyes widened, feeling close to the edge, you tried your best to hold it, not wanting them to get satisfaction from your body betraying you. Rhea shoved two of her fingers into your mouth as Damian moved your hand away from his cock. Jerking himself off as he watched Dom fucked you harder.
“Oh she’s squeezing my cock, she’s trying so hard not to come, she can’t lie and say she doesn’t like this. Fucking pathetic,” Dom moaned. As soon as Rhea pulled her fingers out of your mouth, Dom slapped you across the face, causing you to cry out.
“Is that true, baby? Are you about to come?” She asked you even though she knew the answer.
You shook your head, unable to say what you wanted to say. You were a terrible liar, and Rhea knew this. Slapping you in the face, she spoke up, “Lie to me again and I’ll let Damian fuck your ass. Are you about to come, (Your Name)?”
“Yes, Mommy, I-I am.” You whispered.
You came with a cry, burrying your face in Rhea’s side as Dom fucked you through your orgasm. You were embarrassed, hating yourself for coming. Your body betrayed you, but Rhea didn’t believe that for a second.
“Oh fuck,” Dom came, leaning down to forcibly kiss you. “God, I wish I could have another round with you.”
When he admitted that, Rhea frowned, a part of her was growing jealous. She bit her tongue, trying not to let Dom’s comments bother her. She trusted Dom and the others, but you were hers and only hers. She was going to make sure you remembered that when they leave.
Dom pulled out of you, slapping your pussy twice with his cock before getting off the bed. You watched as he stood next to a now dressed Finn, but your attention was now on Damian who wasted no time with getting on the bed. His cock was painfully hard and you realized he was already leaking pre-come. You took a deep breath as he pushed in slowly with ease with the help of both Finn and Dom’s come.
“Fuck, usually I can last longer, but she feels too fucking good,” Damian moaned, starting off with a slow pace. You were sore, not used to being fucked for this long, even when Rhea was angry. She would always take breaks for herself before going back and hurting you more.
“She looks so good all fucked out.” Rhea smirked at both Dom and Finn, who were now dressed, but standing at the side of the bed so they can have a better look at Damian fucking you.
“Please, Mommy, I’m sorry. Please stop,” you cried out, looking up at Damian with a pout on your face.
“Hm… No.” Damian laughed.
Rhea kissed the top of your head, wrapping her hand around your throat. She began to squeeze as Damian started to pick up his pace. Reaching down to rub your clit in small, tight circles.
Damian kept going, coming silently as he fucked you through his orgasm. As soon as he pulled out, Rhea moved from her spot. You tugged on the handcuffs even though you knew that wasn’t going to do anything for you.
Laying between your legs on her stomach, Rhea forced your legs open. Kissing your right thigh and then your left, Rhea licked her lips before pushing her face into your pussy. Going from sucking on your clit to sliding her tongue through your fold and your entrance, she continued to do this.
You pulled at the handcuffs, crying out as you tried to grind against her face. You were over sensitive and as much as her mouth felt good, you wanted her to stop.
“M-Mommy, m’so close, please, please, please.” you begged, but Rhea ignored you pleading.
You tensed up as Rhea slipped two of her fingers into you, curling them right away as she wrapped her lips around your clit. You came hard and Rhea kept going to help you ride out your orgasm.
“Mommy,” you whimpered once she pulled away.
Rhea licked her lips, cleaning the others come off of her mouth before moving up the bed above you. Kissing you surprisingly soft on the lips, she smiled and whispered.
“I think when they leave, you’re going to have to make mommy come. Do you understand?”
You nodded before Rhea got off the bed. She turned to others, who were all now fully dressed. “Thank you guys for coming and if we do get any wonderful surprises, I’ll be sure to tell you three.”
Finn smiled, “Thanks for having us.”
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Rhea walked them out of the room and into the living room, where all four of them talked and drank. You jumped when you heard her tell them goodbye, knowing that they had been talking for a good hour.
“Sorry about that baby, we lost track of time,” Rhea apologized and she sounded sincere. “Have you learned your lesson? Are you going to ever try and leave me again?”
theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
Chapter 21: Tour Busses and Good Luck Kisses (A Poly Judgment Day Fic)
Nessa leans up against Rhea, yawning as Damian uses his keys to open the front door, Rhea's dogs barking up a storm and bounding up to them as soon as they enter. Nessa steps aside so Rhea can kneel down and greet her babies, cooing while the men drag in the pile of bags, leaving them by the door.
"Hey Dom, come with me while I do my laundry please," Nessa asks him through a yawn, Dominik smiles warmly at her, admiring how cute she is when she is so tired, and grabs her bag, following her to Rhea's laundry room. He can tell she wants to discuss something with him, just the two of them, and he is glad the others could tell as well leaving them be. He hands her articles of clothing silently and she just tosses them in the washer, not bothering to sort it at all. He patiently waits for Nessa to start the conversation. It isn't until she has started the washer and hops up to sit on it that she starts talking.
"Dom, I... This information can't get out, not yet. I need to make sense of it all and I need your help to do that." Nessa explains, not explaining exactly what she needs but Dominik has an idea.
"Whatever you need Nes. Mi Corazon, just tell me what you need and I'll do it." Dominik offers, stepping closer to her and standing between her legs, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, her head resting against the top of his shoulder.
"Can you set up a meeting with him? Near my place? Somewhere familiar? And it be just us. Damian is too close to Kevin and that might cloud his judgement and I know Rhea is a big fan. I need someone just in my corner please." Nessa asks, placing a kiss on his neck. She feels him nod against her.
"How would mom's house work? It is close to your place and Mom wants to see us, even if it is only just you and me, the others can come back here and rest." Dominik offers and Nessa grips the back of his shirt and leans her head back to look at him.
"As long as Rey isn't there, and she doesn't harass us for grandchildren." Nessa gives the caveats, smirking at the end making Dominik chuckle,
"I can promise Dad won't be there, Can't make any promises on Mom though. I can ask that she might not be there. Or she might be in Vegas with Dad." Dominik kisses her nose and admires the way she scrunches it up at the contact.
"Oh you are so cute when you do that" Dominik coos and kisses her nose again. She squeals and pushes him away, hopping off the washing machine and running out of the room, Dominik chasing her, the both of them laughing, Dominik calling out, "Wait let me loooove you"
Nessa runs through the house, Dominik chasing her, both of them giggling until Nessa literally runs into Rhea who instinctively wraps her arms around the smaller woman and stumbles back a couple of steps but keeps them both upright.
"Well, whats going on here?" Rhea asks, looking back and forth between the pair, Nessa's face flushed with the exertion, Dominik out of breath but smiling wider than she had ever seen him. Rhea can't help but smile at how happy her partners look while waiting for her answer.
"Nothing, Nessa just can't take a compliment and tries to run away" Dominik answers honestly, smirking deviously.
"Oh is that true? Well Bunny you are the most adorable thing and so glad we get to call you ours." Rhea kisses Nessa's forehead and Nessa whines and tries to wriggle away from the grip. Nessa is unsuccessful and Rhea guides her to the living room where she plops down on the couch dragging Nessa with her, Dominik leaning on the doorway. Nessa's eyes meet Dominiks and she sees the happiness and joy there was before and it is in that moment even with the growing pains they are all having Nessa knows they will be alright.
"I'm going to go shower" Dominik announces but Rhea calls out to stop him.
"Wait to shower till later, we are going to train in like 20 minutes so wait till after," Rhea suggests, patting the spot on the couch next to her and inviting Dominik to join them, only for Barry to jump up and take it. Dominik laughs and decides on his next course of action,
"Ok, instead I'll go pack some fresh clothes and put a pile in the laundry room to get done. Have some alone time with Nes. She needs some comfort" Dominik asks before turning away and disappearing from view.
"I know you need comfort, he doesn't need to ask..." Rhea turns her attention to Nessa, "How are you love?" Rhea asks, moving a strand of hair away from Nessa's face. Nessa bites her lip unsure of how to answer. Nessa looks at Rhea's beautiful piercing blue-green eyes that makes bodies of water jealous, and her breath catches seeing the care and concern.
(Piecing pools of blue the ocean wishes it could be) (Reword to that)
"There is a lot about last night I am having strong feelings about. First is something you have no control over, just let me feel it and figure out what I need to do, the other..." Nessa begins to answer, trailing off, getting nervous.
"What's the other, Bunny, I can't help you if you don't tell me. And as for the first thing, take all the time you need to process that information. We will support your decision whatever it is." Rhea promises and Nessa appreciates the honesty in her voice.
"I feel bad about not... well not doing things for you yesterday after you...." Nessa trails off unsure how to word it and not feel embarrassed.
"After I ate your delicious pussy and made you cum on my fingers? Oh baby, don't feel bad about that I just wanted to taste you and give you pleasure." Rhea tries to reassure Nessa who shakes her head.
"I should have done something in return if not then, when I got back to the hotel or something. It's unfair I got the pleasure and you didn't. I can tonight if you want?" Nessa offers, no longer meeting Rhea's gaze but instead staring at her hands where she has begun picking at her cuticles.
"Hey no, we aren't going to be doing that." Rhea grabs Nessa's face gently to look at her. Nessa was taken aback by the worry in Rhea's gaze. "You don't have to do things for us just because we do it for you. The pleasure for me was in pleasing you. Love is giving and providing, but sometimes it's just feeling too and I wanted you to feel good. We don't ever expect it back. Yeah sometimes it is nice but it is not a requirement and it is not unfair. And no we will not be doing that tonight because I know you feel like you have to and I, we need you to understand that you don't." Rhea stares at Nessa waiting for her to respond somehow that she understands those expectations, Rhea makes a mental note to tell the boys this development, well, Damian and Finn, Dom probably knows. Rhea finds herself thinking, letting out a sigh of relief when Nessa slowly nods and scoots closer, and lays her head on Rhea's shoulder.
"Ok," Nessa softly answers, grabbing Rhea's hand and playing with her fingers. "I uh.. Also want to ask a favor" Nessa states, waiting for Rhea's go ahead. "And what is that Bunny?" Rhea prompts, leaning her head against Nessa's.
"After raw, I need Dom just Dom to come with me to San Diego so I can meet up with Kevin and hear him out. There are some things I need answered and I would feel too much pressure with you and Luis and Finn there. I know how you and Luis feel about Kevin." Nessa asks, glad that she can't see Rhea's face from their position, not wanting to see if voicing her need hurt Rhea or if she was upset. Rhea squeezes Nessa's hand and tightens her arm around the smaller woman.
"Of course Bunny, whatever you need. Luis, Finn, and I will come here and we will meet back up at our live shows this weekend. Thank you for telling me what you need Bunny." Rhea runs her free hand up and down Nessa's arm soothingly. Rhea feels the tension melt out of Nessa's body as her breathing deepens and soft snores start coming from Nessa. Rhea snorts and shakes her head, still not used to how fast Nessa can fall asleep but internally preening that she is that comfortable with her to do so. Rhea relaxes as well and watches the tv, letting Nessa get a nap in before they have to get ready and go for training.
Not even five minutes later Rhea hears Finn and Damian calling for them, their voices laced with confusion. Rhea rouses Nessa who groggily opens her eyes and blinks, groaning at being woken up so soon. Dominik pops his head around the door frame, his face a mix of confusion and amusement.
"Uh there is a tour bus here and apparently it is for us?" He explains making Nessa wake up and get up alongside Rhea who is just as confused.
"What, why, who?" Nessa rapidly asks, heading towards the front of the house with Rhea and Dominik, Rhea echoing her questions and Dominik just shrugging. Knowing just as much as them. The three of them get outside to the driveway where Damian and Finn are talking the the assumed driver of the bus, Damian's body language showing his protectiveness. His arms crossed standing slightly in front of Finn who is waving around his hands as he talks. Nessa speeds up her walking and gets to them first. She placed her hand on Finn's shoulder calming him down before taking a step over to Damian and grabbing his hand making him uncross his arms.
"What's going on, we didn't order this?" Nessa asks calmly already having an idea as to what is going on, the conversation she had with Danika coming to mind as well. She knows she shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth but she needs to know.
"Oh we were contracted and paid in full, the bus is yours period, fully paid. The contract is for me your driver and a security guard who will meet us at the arena tomorrow and will travel with us. The name is Leo." The man, rocking a decent tan and long brown hair in a low ponytail, standing just under Damian's nose sticks out his hand introducing himself to Nessa which is further than he had gotten with the men who were adamantly telling him to get off the property.
"Nessa, It's nice to meet you. I suppose this is a gift from an anonymous benefactor for our "safety" Can you tell us who it is?" Nessa asks, Damian pulling her gently further behind him.
"No can do, part of the contract as well, but you can call your boss for proof. I know this is suspicious at best." He offers and Finn immediately takes out his phone and makes the call, Nessa getting annoyed he and Damian are standing in front of her again blocking her view of the driver. Finn puts the phone on speaker as Hunter answers.
"Hunter... Paul... what is this bus business." Finn asks, eyeing Leo who just rolls his eyes but respects the protectiveness.
"Oh good it's there. The bus is paid for and in Nessa's name. The driver is hired and contracted because well that is none of your business and done by also none of your business. Just enjoy the gift for fucks sake now excuse me I have actual business to attend to." Hunter abruptly ends the call and Rhea snickers. The call however confirmed what Nessa's theory was which is that Kevin is trying to buy her forgiveness like Rey did.
"Look I would hate to waste the money of whoever paid for this so we might as well use it and enjoy it. Dems we could have the dogs travel with us for the most part" Nessa tries to convince Rhea first, knowing if Rhea agrees the rest will fall in line. Rhea takes a moment to think before nodding her head and clicking her tongue.
"And Luis, Dom, Finn we wouldn't have to fly all the time, just only when the distance is too far to drive, and even then he can meet us there and take us to the next show. Also, a bed that is ours instead of constant hotel beds and getting locked out in our boxers..." Nessa looks at Finn and Damian and smirks, still enjoying the story that happened the day they found her Rhea and Dom in the bed surrounded by Oreos.
"Fine, you win Mariposa. We can't say no to you apparently." Damian grumbles and ruffles Nessa's hair.
"Well if we are going to basically live in the bus we need to stock up on food and shit so let's postpone our training for a bit and go to the grocery store. I need to buy more shampoo and stuff anyway." Nessa suggests to the group, smiling and nodding to Leo.
"Yeah, you are right, let's go get what we need." Dominik agrees, grabbing Nessa's hand and trying to drag her to the SUV but Rhea clears her throat making them stop in their tracks.
"Bunny you are doing your laundry, and Finn was putting up some of his legos he got this week and wanted to start the set your friend so kindly got him. Why don't you two stay here and just text me whatever you need." Rhea offers, and Nessa narrows her eyes at her.
"Yeah that sounds fine, A Chroí come on let's go back in the house." Finn offers, holding out his hand and cocking his head. Nessa looks back and forth from him to Rhea before sighing and leaning up to place a peck on Dominik's lips who pouts. Nessa begins to walk towards Finn but Dominik keeps a hold of her hand till both of their arms are extended.
"I know you guys want to make up for lost time but we still need to work out today and we have to drive to the venue tomorrow so let's go. Rhea pulls their hands apart, Nessa stomping over to Finn, grabbing his outstretched hand, and stands next to him.
"Now that is settled get in the bus and tell me what store we are going to, that way when I drive y'all back here you can stock everything where you want it and save time," Leo offers pointing to the open door of the bus.
"Before you go I do have a question," Nessa asks as Leo steps onto the first step in the bus's doorway but pauses and turns around to look at Nessa waiting for the question.
"How does the gas work? Do we pay for it or is it included in the contract?" Nessa asks, and she feels Finn squeeze her hand and she takes it as encouragement.
"From venue to venue has been calculated and factored into the contract with a cushion. Anything that goes over would traditionally be your responsibility but since you are not who hired me it is them that would be responsible for it." He answers keeping the identity of their benefactor secret but Nessa thanks him and he disappears into the bus, Rhea, Dominik, and Damian going after him.
Nessa and Finn enter the house and an awkward silence surrounds them, only the faint sounds of the washer and dryer going on in the distance. Nessa can feel that he wants to discuss what happened last night and hopes he doesn't bring it up she isn't ready to talk about it.
"Well since your laundry is still going why don't you come with me and help me start building this set your friend got me. We can talk about anything or nothing at all and just enjoy the company and focus on the building. There are a lot of pieces in this kit and we can just focus on that if that is what you need." Finn offers, seeing the expression on Nessa's face. He lets out a sigh when she nods and smiles, relaxing a little more as he guides her to the Room Rhea let him take over for various Lego projects. With her hand in his still, he leads her over to the table where he unboxed the set and just barely got started before the bus thing happened.
"Ok so what do you want me to do, this is a fairly rare set and I don't want to mess it up or lose anything," Nessa asks, pulling her hand free and clasping her hands together waiting for direction. "Well let's look at the instructions, you'll build a piece and I will build a separate piece." Finn smiles, appreciating the respect she has for his favorite hobby and by extension respect for him and he begins to wonder how he and the others got so lucky to have gotten her in their life. They have the instructions pulled up on Finn's phone and each starts building their respective pieces, gently bumping their hips together, talking about their favorite premier league team arguing over them.
"No, West Ham is the best and has the most talent, argue with God, not me" Nessa points to Finn who chomps his teeth in her direction jokingly. Nessa huffs, but smiles showing she isn't mad and he sees she is more relaxed than she was earlier. In this moment of peace, he decides to not bring up the Kevin-sized elephant that is sitting on her shoulders. Instead, he promises to himself he is going to be a place of peace for her just as she is for him.
"Finn" Nessa calls out his name, her tone telling him she has a question. He hums and looks over at her and watches as she just fidgets with the partially built part of the Lego stadium, waiting for her to ask what she needs to.
"You didn't really give me an opinion about what we found out Saturday. You are somewhere in the middle of friendship and not knowing him all that well and I value your opinion." She explains, sounding more like a statement but he understands what she is asking.
"It doesn't shock me, honestly, Dom got to come straight to the main roster, as did you straight into a main storyline with the most dominant group. That being said I don't blame you and I am actually grateful because it gave you to us A chroì. But I do think you should talk to him and at least get answers. You don't owe him a relationship of any sort but you do owe him an opportunity to explain himself if only to get closure on both ends. But understand where he might be coming from. He is still reeling from the loss of his son and finding out you were in an abusive relationship before Dom." Finn explains, abandoning his own piece, and watches her body language, ready to change the subject if she needs it.
"What if he expects a relationship, I think he is the one paying for the bus. Oh god, what if he uses that to try to make me have some sort of relationship with him even if I'm not ready? I told Dom to set up a meeting. Should I tell him I changed my mind? Why now, why not when Mom divorced, or when I turned 18? Is it me, did he just not want me..." Nessa begins to spiral pacing back and forth and running her fingers through her hair, still spouting off what-ifs and flinging her arms about. An idea comes to his head and he steps over to her grabbing both sides of her face and presses their lips together, hoping it makes her pause and stop panicking.
Nessa stops and takes in a sharp breath through her nose. The softness of Finns lips and the sudden feeling of his lips on hers shocks her out of her thoughts. Instead her thoughts focus on wanting to feel his lips against hers again, so she kisses him, tossing her arms around his neck the chaste pecks turning in to a longer passionate kiss, Nessa trying to grip Finns hair but is unable to because of its length. She runs her nails gently across his scalp instead earning a low groan from Finn and he leans his head back effectively breaking the kiss but remaining in her arms.
"Are you ok Luv? I'm sorry for forcing a kiss but you began to spiral there" He asks, placing a kiss on her forehead. His stomach drops when he hears her whimper but that fear turns to confusion when she tightens her arms around him pulling him closer.
"No that was fine Finn, i'm sorry you felt you had to kiss me when you didn't want to." Nessa apologizes, feeling incredibly guilty that he felt he had to use physical affection when their relationship isn't quite there yet. Finn stands there staring at the wall, his jaw slack, his chest tightening for the young woman in his arms. He raises a hand to her hand and pets her hair trying to soothe her.
"A Chroì I would not have kissed you if I did not want to. We continued kissing after and I wanted that as well. You have done nothing wrong." Finn soothes Nessa, still petting her hair and just swaying them back and forth until their bubble is popped by the alarm of the dryer announcing her clothes are done.
"I'll uh go take care of that and start Doms laundry." Nessa announces breaking the embrace. Finn grabs her hand. "I'll go help you" He states, giving her no room for argument which she didn't have anyway.
Nessa and Rhea walk towards the shared womens locker room while the men lounge in their locker room waiting for the show to start. They are not surprised when they get to the locker room and see Indi there waiting for them. She kicks off the wall where she was leaning and hugs both women.
"Ava is running a little late because she has a meeting with Hunter. We'll hang out in here until she gets here and is ready. We are glad you guys want to hang out with us more." Indi explains as she opens the door and they enter the room, someones bra flying past Nessa's head that she narrowly dodges. She looks around to see who threw it, her eyes landing on Raquel who has her arms crossed, already in her ring gear.
"How are you going to need training and not ask me, who trained with Rhea in NXT." Raquel narrows her eyes waiting on an answer. She is joking but Nessa can't tell and thinks she is genuinely upset. Nessa fidgets, clearly nervous but meets Raquel's gaze, showing more confidence than she feels. Raquel relaxes her posture and smiles, patting Nessa's head before pulling Rhea into a quick hug. The tension being broken Nessa answers the earlier question, "I am very small and our styles would be wildly different, you are similar to Rhea and I am already training with her. If you want to help I would appreciate it, I need all the help I can get honestly. I don't want to accidentally hurt someone or get hurt myself"
This admission makes Raquel smile wider and whispers of approval from many in the locker room. Nessa takes a seat on an empty bench, Rhea joining her on one side and Raquel sits next to her, the two of them talking and catching up. Nessa looks around and is shocked when she sees Natalya walking over and taking the empty spot next to her.
"Hey, about the board thing. I'm sorry for my involvement but its easy money for those that know." Natalya whispers to Nessa to takes in a sharp breath looking at Natalya with wide eyes.
"It is more difficult and less at the same time and if you need anything i am here, I more than understand you didn't choose this." Natalya pats Nessa's knee, leaving her hand there. Rhea eyes her hand and cocks her head still talking to Raquel. Natalya sees the look Rhea is giving her and swiftly removes her hand.
"Who all..." Nessa trails off, asking who all knows what she found out on saturday. Natalya looks at her with pity shining in her eyes. "Those like us. Most of them that is." Natalya answsers, shrugging her shoulders like it is nothing new. "I knew the moment Dominik showed me the picture of his super perfect girlfriend in 2020" Natalya teases, bumping her shoulder against Nessa's.
Nessa feels her face and ears heat up. She figured Dom told people about her but not the praising to that level. Though it doesn' shock her. An idea pops in her head and before Nessa can stop herself she finds herself standing up and asking the room, "Did anyone else get accosted by Dominik showing pictures of me from 2020 on?" The entire locker room raises their hands and Nessa's blush deepens, the embarassment sinking in and she sits back down hiding her face in her hands while everyone laughs. She feels a hand rub her back inbetween her shoulders. She guesses from the direction of the hand it is Natalya. Its confirmed for her when someone else runs their fingers through her hair. She raises her head to look at Rhea who kisses her forehead.
"He was and is so proud of you and loves you very much as do I." Rhea explains, cupping Nessa's cheek. Nessa hears her heart beat in her ears so she can't hear the other cooing at her and Nessa. In that momen all Nessa can see and hear is Rhea whose face is a similar shade of pink.
"I love you too Dems" Nessa softly, almost in a whisper response, grabbing Rhea's hand which Nessa notices has a slight tremor to it. Nessa grasps it with both her hands and angles her body to face Rhea more, a love struck smile on both their faces. They are pulled out of their own little world by someone clearing their throat and waving their hand in front of their faces. They both turn their heads to see Ava standing in front of them her arms crossed and tapping her foot, in her ring gear as well. Nessa shrinks back in embarassment not wanting to be so out of focus the first time she meets the young woman.
"I'm sorry, she is just so... look at her" Nessa gestures to Rhea who blushes at the praise.
"While she is drop dead gorgeous and I can't blame you for getting lost in her gorgeous deep blue eyes, we are already late for training so lets gooo" Ava grabs them and drags them out the door, Indi and Raquel following laughing like the rest of the room.
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The door closes behind them and the room erupts in conversation.
"Say what you want but she is putting in work, she is training more than a lot of us, definitely more than some part timers" Becky pointedly looks at Shayna who stands up, not appreciating the dig at her best friend.
"Hey, she is still a professional athlete and has a young child at home." Shayna tries to defend her but it falls on deaf ears, Becky stands up in front of Shayna, getting in her face, "like some of us don't have young ones at home?" Becky and Shayna stare each other down. Nikki Cross steps between them and separates them.
"Becks you are right about Nessa, she is working her little ass off, not to prove herself but to keep herself and others who would work with her safe. Went full tilt not even easing into it. If you've seen them traveling they train almost every day. Sayna, you may be a little biased and defending your best friend, but, Rhonda isn't one of us, not fully. We respect her working but she is difficult to work with and she has a bad habit of not keeping us safe, you have to acknowledge that." The rest of the room makes varying noises of agreement. Zoey just sits there and rolls her eyes, not liking the newer addition to the roster, and sick of the constant Rhonda discussions.
Everyone's attention turns towards the door when Trish enters the room, tossing her duffle on the nearest bench and abandoning her rolling bag by the door, looking around at all the women around, annoyed even with her status she can't have her own locker room but that little whore gets to with the judgement day.
"What are we talking about?" Trish asks taking a seat next to Zoey who leans over and whispers in her ear. Trish scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"She doesn't deserve any credit. She is nothing and doesn't belong here. Honestly, it's a shame she didn't succumb to COVID. Dom's life would be so much easier." Many of the women gasp but Natalya steps to Trish who raises to her feet. Natalya pushes her, roughly making her stumble backwards over the bench. Zoey helps her back to her feet, Natalya standing there with her arms crossed.
"Don't you talk about her like that. Without people like her it could have been a lot worse. She is doing everything she can to make the best out of a shitty situation and you need to respect that and not be so entitled." Natalya damn near growls, Nikki standing beside her nodding her head. Others agreeing and moving to the other side of the room, showing a clear divide between the women, a few stay clearly siding with Trish. Trish is back to her feet and shoves off Zoeys hands who was trying to check for injury.
"Yeah you would defend her, your kind always takes up for one another. That's why it is so damn hard for those of us who deserve the spotlight. We have to deal with you bitches." Trish retorts her tone conveying the level of disdain she has for Natalya and those like her. Natalya shifts her weight and continues to stare down Trish, the bench separating them.
"And what kind is that Patricia, the kind that day in and day out work out to better ourselves?" Natalya defends, doing her best to keep one of the worst kept secrets in the company safe. Knowing if Trish finds out it won't be long before the public at large knows.
"No, the kind that gets opportunities and everything else because of familial connections, you, cody, randy, raquel the lot of you. Its obvious to everyone here that she has some sort of connection in the industry outside of Dominik and now she gets handed a lucrative contract where she is guaranteed just as much if not more than any of us plus the royalties and more creative control than any of us get. We would have been suspended or fined for any of the shit she has pulled in the month she has been here. Paul dotes on her like his own kids, hell I'm willing to bet he bought her that tour bus. It couldn't be any more obvious." Trish lists out, counting off on her fingers each reason, the women around her agreeing while Natalya rolls her eyes.
"Please that can be anything, a favor to Rey most likely. Leave her alone or you'll have me to deal with, and I am pretty sure Rhea and a few others as well." Natalya threatens, Becky verbally agreeing before pulling Natalya away and out of the locker room to cool down.
Nessa and Damian are at Gorilla, watching Seth's entrance, Nessa rolling her eyes as the crowd sings along. Mercifully the cameraman signals it is time for Damian's promo. He grabs the back of Nessa's neck firmly and leads her over to where Cathy has introduced them, keeping his hand there as she asks her first question.
"Now Damian, is the loss to Bad Bunny still weighing on you heading into the triple threat match tonight?" Cathy asks and Nessa scoffs and chews her gum as Damian answers,
"So thats what you want to talk about huh? Fine. Bad Bunny did his thing, but after a brutal San Juan street fight, the name that's gonna live forever is Damian Priest, because it took an entire island to keep me down. And thanks to my beautiful girl im better than ever." Damian praises Nessa, showing the world he is not upset at her from what clearly happened backstage at backlash. Damian continues, "Now tonight, I plan by myself ... with my girl cheering me on... to put down Shinsuke Nakamura, By myself put down Seth Freakin Rollins, and then, well I guess we'll see whether its Finn Balor or Damian Priest that brings the world heavyweight championship home to the judgement day." He starts laughing as his music starts and he guides Nessa to the curtain, his hand still possessively on the back of her neck.
They get past the curtain and he finally releases her as he makes his entrance, a slight limp as they make their way down the ramp. They get to the apron and Damian turns to Nessa, pulling her to him by the back of her neck into a searing possessive kiss, to the roar of the crowd. He pulls back and Nessa bites her lip, her face flushed and her breathing shallow staring at his beautiful brown eyes getting lost for a moment. He pats her cheek bringing her back to the world and she steps back, walking around the ring ignoring seth making kissy faces at her as she joins the announce table.
"Nessa, welcome back to the announce table." Wade greets her, earning a smile from Nessa. Nessa takes the seat wade pulled out and thanks him.
"Thank you, I'm glad to be back here supporting my boyfriend and his quest for the world heavyweight championship. Seth and Shinsuke don't stand a chance." Nessa responds as shinsuke makes his entrance and Michael and Wade praise and are just genuinely excited that Shinsuke is back on raw.
"The first match of the world heavyweight championship is upon us, Seth Freakin Rollins, Damian priest and Shinsuke Nakamora." Wade explains and they all go quiet watching Shinsuke drop to the ground. Nessa is the first to speak.
"He has a flair for the dramatic and I for one appreciate it. He would probably win if he wasn't up against my man." Nessa praises, having to throw in praise for Damian as well.
"Yeah, I can honestly say that of the three it is almost too difficult to pick a winner or a favorite, all 12 men entered into the world heavyweight championship are deserving, are very very credible, potential future champions. Could you imagine their futures if they go on to may 27th and be crowned the world heavyweight champion." Wade explains and Nessa scoffs,
"I have no problem picking a favorite and the winner, it is the archer of infamy, Damian Priest." Nessa announces proudly.
"Well, we will see how it all shakes out tonight, the first of two triple threat matches and of course triple threat rules, the first superstar to gain pinfall or submission will be declared the winner." Michael explains as the bell rings and Damian immediately goes on the offensive, elbowing Shinsuke in the corner and going after Seth.
"You know speaking of your man Damian Priest, I saw how he grabbed you backstage. Perhaps there are issues between you and him after backlash and what you did with Rhea backstage after her win." Michael asks, and Nessa just keeps her head forward watching Damian throw Seth into a corner and punch him.
"First of all that is none of your business. The Judgement Day celebrates how we decide to celebrate. Nothing happened between me and Rhea backstage that would be considered cheating like you insinuated. Damian grabbed me like that simply because I like it and he does too now do your job and stay focused on the match instead of my sex life." Nessa warns him the threat clear in her voice and Wade chuckles calling out the match still.
"Oh big right hand from Damian priest who is just stomping the guts out of Shinsuke Nakamura." Wade calls out with Nessa applauding the show of dominance, worry in her eyes as she sees him favor his knee, both of them selling the "injury" from backlash.
"We talked about the leg of damian priest and how he'd fare tonight and he is off to a hot start here. The punishment of the judgement day" Wade excitedly calls out, Michael chiming in, "Notice Priest came up a little lame after delivering that impact in the corner to rollins, maybe You didn't do as good a job as he said" He taunts knowing that is going to annoy Nessa.
"I did everything in my scope of practice Michael, I am not a doctor and injuries even tweaks take time to heal, you should know that. Also even with a minor injury like this he is still the most dominant man in that ring, you would do well to show him that respect." Nessa shoots back, glancing at Michael, the glance turning into a glare when she sees him smirking.
"Well when you've got a veteran as skilled as Nakamura you have to be 100%" Wade comments as Damian is thrown out of the ring and Michael excitedly calls out Seth throwing Damian out of the ring.
"Seth Freakin Rollins,one of the first superstars to lock eyes with the world heavyweight championship saying that its more than politics and part timers." Wade explains as Seth and Shinsuke lock eyes from across the ring.
"Rollins knows what its like to be heavyweight champion" Michael starts explaining but Nessa cuts him off, trying to annoy him like he is her.
"Yeah, he know because seven years ago he hurt Finn which made him relinquish his title, Seth is well overdue for some payback be it from Papi or from my favorite demon Finn Balor." Nessa sits up and preens praising her stablemates for the wwe universe to hear.
"Well Shinsuke Nakamura was drafted to Monday night Raw for the very first time and I spoke with him earlier. He said he spend seven years on friday night smackdown and is thrilled to now be on monday night raw" Wade tries to change the subject because he saw Michael about to fight back with nessa. Damian leans against the barricade by Nessa and flirts with her, catching his breath until shinsuke slides out of the ring. Damian goes to kick him but misses, the leg landing on the apron of the ring and Shinsuke hitting him before pushing him back into the ring and positioning him to hit his head with a high knee. Shinsuke then gets on the apron and jumps up, landing on the back of Damian's head, Damian clutching where Shinsuke landed, and shinsuke getting back to his feet, yelling out as the adrenaline courses through his body. He blows a kiss at nessa who scrunches up, bringing her shoulders to her ears and sits further back in her chair as the timer for commercial starts and the match continues.
The timer shuts off signalling they are back on the air and Damian is in control in the ring, trading blows with seth,
"A raucous crowd here tonight witnessing the first round of the World Heavyeweight Championship tournament here on monday night raw. Seth Freakin Rollins, Damian Priest and Shinsuke Nakamura." Wade continues to explain being the middleground, truly neutral between Nessa and Michael. Nessa groans as damian reverses the Irish Whip only to get kicked in the head by Seth who was countering Damians next move.
"Of course whoever emerges victorious from tonights tournament on Monday Night Raw will face the winner of smackdowns tournament on may 27th at Night of Champions in Saudi Arabia, and right now things are looking good for the visionary" Michael comments, sounding excited at the prospect that Seth might win. Nessa goes to retort but stops when Seth dives out of the ring onto Damian who hits the ground hard and rolls up the ramp while Seth quickly gets back up and re-enters the ring just to sprint across it and suicide dives out again this time on shinsuke, knocking him into the announce table. Michael and Wade are out of their seats and standing in front of Nessa who never moved. She looks up at the pair of men questioningly who just return to their seats, both of them talking about how no one and nowhere is safe. It clicks in Nessa's head Hunter probably makes them protect her if she isn't supposed to be touched during matches. Seth went to dive on Damian again who swings up and connects his fist to Seths head, stopping seths momentum and sliding in the ring himself.
"Priest put the breaks on in a hurry with that heavy right hand, is it that heavy on you Nessa. You said you both like it." Michael teases not realizing how that sounds.
"Michael, no, he does not lay a finger on me, doesn't even raise his voice at me. I like when he grabs me like he did backstage. He knows how to treat a woman and would never lay a hand on me like..." Nessa stops herself, remembering they are live and switches gears, "if you try to accuse him of harming me again you will find out first hand the harm he can do." Nessa threatens, getting back in character.
"Like who was it, ex con dom?" Michael pries, ignoring the match thinking it is part of the story, not realizing she slipped up. Wade however notices the shift in Nessa's mood and body language and continues to call the match and taps Michaels knee to signal a change of subject. The match goes on with tense commentary between Nessa and Michael who is confused as to why she is suddenly so cold to him but he holds off anymore prying questions and does his job of commentating the match.
Shinsuke goes to finish off seth but damian gets back in the ring and hits Shinsuke with a big clothesline, knocking him down.
"Priest takes out Shinsuke,out of nowhere, the punishment of the judgement day"Wade exclaims and michael ads on "Priest with only one more to beat" Damian goes to perform the south of heaven, "Priest wants a trip south of heaven but shinsuke is not ready" Michael calls out as shinsuke counters and begins kicking damian, targeting his injured leg. Shinsuke knocks Damian down and puts him in a knee bar. Damian screams out in pain and Nessa stands up unable to listen to him be in pain.
"He is never going to tap" Nessa states the obvious, looking on in worry. She breaths out a sigh of relief when Seth breaks up the hold. Nessa rips off her headset and runs over to Damian helping him out of the ring as seth pedigrees Shinsuke and pins him for the win. Like saturday Damian leans on Nessa as they make their way up the ramp and behind the curtain. Once behind the curtain he stops leaning on her as much but Nessa notices a true limp this time so she guides him to medical. Greeting some of the talent and crew along the way. Mercifully medical is close to gorilla so she can properly assess Damian's leg, the rest of the judgement day pushing in not long after they get there, knowing something was off the way Damian's limp changed from the beginning of the match.
"Priest are you ok" Rhea is the first to speak, bounding over to where Nessa is examining Damians knee with the doctor.
"Yeah I'm fine it's just a little sore from that knee bar, and Nessa is just worrying over nothing." He tries to wave it off but winces when Nessa gently pokes his knee.
"Yeah worrying over nothing, you have some swelling and it is tender to the touch" Nessa chides and turns to the doctor waiting to hear his diagnosis.
"Well without films it is hard to be sure, but i believe it is just tweaked. Just rest it till next monday. I'll let hunter know." The doctor leaves the room and nessa hmpfs and crosses her arms.
"I know I know you told me so, Lets go to our locker room." Damian holds out his hand and Dominik steps in and helps support Damians weight since he is taller than nessa or Finn and he didn't want finn to get hurt before his triple threat match.
Nessa leans against Damian, his arm thrown across her shoulders and Nessa's feet on Rhea's lap as Finn stretches and warms up for his match. Dominik lounges on a chair scrolling through something on his phone which makes him frown from time to time, The atmosphere in the room almost calm, a welcome change to the tenseness in the medical room. Nessa clears her throat to get their attention,
"Uh so Dom and I will be spending a couple days in san diego at his moms house because tomorrow i am going to meet with Kevin just to get answers." Nessa clarifies craning her neck to look at damian who kisses the tip of her nose but says nothing which Nessa appreciates so she continues. "I appreciate the support you guys are giving me about this. I uh also want to get my iud out and switch birth control because it hurts like all the time and i want to make the appointment for next week after raw since we don't have to do smackdown right now. It's just uh in the transition time for the birth control we will need a secondary form of well yeah..." Nessa trails off and Dominik snorts, finding it cute how shy she gets talking about this but the dirty nasty things she wants to do she is more open about.
"Well thats fine we will just get condoms and control ourselves when that happens. We don't want you in pain at all so if this is causing you pain it has to go. As for the other thing of course we are going to support you in all things, We have your back Mariposa." Damian squeezes his arm that is draped across her in a half hug and Rhea squeezes Nessa's calf.
"Yeah Luv it's not a problem" Finn agrees, jumping up and down as part of his warm up. When he feels adequately warmed up he walks over to where nessa is and kneels down in front of her.
"Can I have a kiss for luck Luv?" Finn asks, giving her his best puppy eyes. Nessa blushes and giggles, leaning forward and placing a chaste peck on Finns lips who smiles and pulls her into another quick kiss.
"With that, I'm sure I'll win A Chroì." He smiles and leaves the room to take his place at gorilla while the others coo at Nessa and how cute she blushes at Finn's affection. Together they watch from their locker room as Finn wins his triple-threat match.
A few minutes later Finn enters the room and Nessa gets up from the couch and bounds over to Finn giggling and throws her arms around his neck, he wraps her up in a bear hug, the awkwardness Nessa felt earlier having dissipated.
"Congratulations babe," Nessa pecks his cheeks and goes to pull back only for Finn to keep his arms around her waist,
"See Damian that's why you didn't win, you didn't get a good luck kiss from our little treasure. A stòr." Finn teases, swaying them back and forth. Damian crosses his arms and grumbles, "I'll remember that next time. Better make sure you get another good luck kiss for your match with seth later." Damian pouts at the empty spot Nessa left between him and Rhea. Dominik sees the opportunity and vacates his char and plops in the seat, splaying himself across both Damian and Rhea to the amusement of everyone.
"Come on A Chroí help me stretch out and stay warmed up for my match with seth since the others seem a little preoccupied. We may know the outcome of the match, but I need to be my best" Finn guides her to the empty spot he was using earlier.
"You know I wish they would let me come out with you too like I do with Luis," Nessa whines as she helps Finn stretch his legs.
"I know Luv, but your story is only with Damian, Rhea and Dom right now, more so with Rhea and Damian." Finn points out what they all know making Nessa huff in annoyance and drop his leg and stomp over to Damian and gently sits on his lap, careful of his now sore leg.
"Now come on don't be like that I was just stating the obvious." Finn pleads, he was enjoying Nessa's help.
"She didn't want you to state the obvious stupid , she wanted you to complain with her and offer for her to go out with you even though she wont." Dominik explains like it is the most obvious thing in the world, reaching over to play with a lock of Nessa's hair before Rhea pulls him away and towards the door.
"Yeah Fergalicious she just wanted agreement not sense, you'll learn. Though I thought you got that with me." Rhea jokes, pulling Dom out the door so they arent late for Rhea's match. Dominik closes the door behind them leaving Finn, Domain and Nessa in the room.
"I'm sorry Nes." FInn apologizes, contorting into another stretch but keeping his eyes on Nessa.
"I'm not mad Finn, you don't have to apologize. I'm just being a brat." Nessa waves off Finns apology, her tone apologetic, her face flushing when Damian whispers in her ear "keep acting like a brat and see what happens." and he nips at her ear. Nessa tries to get away but Damian holds her firm to his lap while Finn laughs. Nessa gives up and just leans against his chest, crossing her arms and watches as Dana brooke taps out. Nessa smiles at the strength Rhea shows, the most dominant woman in the WWE.
"She is rather sexy when she dominates like that isn't she." Damian whispers in her ear, toying with the hem of her pants but not going any further. He enjoys how her breath hitches in her throat and the goose pimples raising all over her body as he kisses her neck and whispers things he finds attractive about both of them and how dominant Rhea is. Nessa closes her eyes and leans her head back exposing more of her neck, ignoring the snickering from Finn and completely missing Rhea putting Dana back in the submission but Natalya interfering and standing to Rhea in the ring, staring her down. Nessa is just lost in the feeling of Damians calloused fingers gently tracing her skin just under the waist of her jeans, time being lost to her.
"If you don't pay attention Mariposa you are going to miss Rhea and Dom talking." Damian's deep voice sends shivers down her spine but she opens her eyes. "Good girl, see you arent a brat" Damian praises and Nessa preens at the praise, adjusting herself on his lap giving him easier access and more control. Damian ignores the movements, just continuing to kiss her neck and tracing her skin at the hem of her pants.
Finn watches on in interest, his stretching forgotten as he watches Nessa just melt, amazed at the trust she is showing and even more amazed that she watches the tv as directed. He wonders if she would be that pliable for him when he is ready to go all the way with her. Damian looks over to Finn and smirks, winking at his boyfriend before glancing to the tv noting that Dominik's match is almost over which signals that Finn needs to head to Gorilla. Finn groans and adjusts himself so that his current state isn't so obvious as he walks to the curtain ready to help put Seth over.
Can I request poly! Judgement Day with a s/o who's a stationary enthusiastic? Never leave me alone in the stationary section at the drugstore because I will buy the entire world
thanks for the request!
stationary sweetheart // poly!judgment day x fem!reader
Readers POV
My eyes widened as I spotted the stationary section. All the bright colors, the pretty gels and inks, the various patterns printed onto sticky notes, the different textures of paper, the abundance of notebooks and notepads. All of it drew me in and I couldn't stop myself when my feet started moving closer and closer.
I slowly walked down the aisle, stopping multiple times to admire something. Coming to a halt, I looked around and realized that my four partners were no where to be seen. Furrowing my brows for a second, I shrugged and carried on browsing.
I gasped when I saw it. The prettiest pen I had ever laid my eyes on. The stick of the pen was wrapped in purple ribbon and purple feathers sprouted from the top. I carefully grabbed the pen and observed it in my grasp. Removing the cap, I scribbled lightly on a piece of sampling paper and immediately grinned. The ink was a beautiful purple gel.
Meanwhile, the other four members of the Judgment Day had been on one mission: get cough medicine. That was until they noticed their fifth member and beloved girlfriend was no longer following behind them. Rhea immediately started to panic, thinking of the worst. The four of them made quick work of spreading out through the store to search.
Back in the stationary section, I happily smirked as my eyes landed on the marker display. These were some of my favorites as my partners would usually let me color on their tattoos to waste time, so I'm always on the look out for new colors. I spotted a packet of pastel markers and another packet that had an 'under the sea' color palette. Holding both packets in my arms along with my purple pen, the various shades and patterns of sticky notes caught my eye. Wandering over to them, I inspected all the different prints and picked up a few packs. I knew we needed some more at the house, so my partners should understand.
A dark blur crossed the aisle opening in front of me before stopping and quickly backing up. "Sweetheart, we've been looking all over for you!" It was Dom. He walked over to me and chuckled at the sight of my arms filled with stationary goodies.
"Sorry, Dom Dom. I couldn't help myself! But, look!" I held out the pretty purple pen and moved it around so the feathers would tickle him.
"That's a real nice pen, chica, but you had Mami worried sick." Dom lectured, but gently smiled at me before I could defend myself. "Let me tell her I found you real quick." He pulled out his phone and sent her a text.
Before either of us had time to leave the aisle, Mami came barreling around the corner and swiftly walked over to us. "Baby, you can't just walk away from us like that! We had no idea where you went!" She said in an exasperated manner, her brows furrowed.
"Mami, I'm sorry, but I just wanted to look at all the pretty stuff... Plus, we're out of sticky notes at home." I held up one of the multiple packs of sticky notes in my arms and watched with a small smile as her resolve faded.
She sighed and shook her head before grabbing all of the items from my arms and putting them in her basket. "Well, thanks for getting the sticky notes, babe. Just let one of us know when you want to go down a specific aisle next time. You scared the hell out of me... thought something happened to you." She held out her hand for me to grab, which I did before proceeding to kiss her cheek. Rhea smirked down at me, then switched her attention to the two men jogging into the aisle. Damian and Finn were out of breath as they looked at me with pointed gazes.
"Don't worry, guys. Rhea and I already gave her the lecture." Dom chimed in, picking up a pack of Halloween stickers behind him and holding it up for me to see. "You want more stickers, too, baby?"
I gasped, "Yes!", snatching the stickers and throwing them in the basket.
"Lass, what do you need that many sticky notes for?" Finn eyed the contents of the basket and looked to me. I pulled the three packs out and held them up to him.
"This one's for whatever anyone wants, this one's for dates on the calendar, and this one's for me to leave little notes around the house for you all." I shyly smiled and gently put them back in the basket.
"You're too sweet, babygirl." Damian pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. "I better get the most lovey-dovey shit in those little notes." He said with raised eyebrows.
"Of course! The most lovey-dovey shit for all of you." I giggled and Damian attacked the side of my head with soft kisses.
He nuzzled my face into his chest. "Our sweet little angel. But, don't ever scare us like that again." His voice became stern.
"I won't, promise." They all gave me a quick kiss before we checked out and headed home to make good use of my new stationary goodies.
