The Mysterious Demon

-Blake-

We did it.

I had been helped into a medical room after watching Dominic’s victory. Watching her on that stage once again was an amazing feeling. To see her triumph, to see her finally defeat the nightmare that’s been haunting her. I already admired her and respected her but this made those feelings a thousand times stronger.

While I was up there during the face-offs, I knew that winning the finale was going to be almost impossible once I was at my limit during the quarter and semi-finals but I couldn’t go down without a fight. Not after everything Xavier and Dominic had done for me. So, I set the stage up as best as I possibly could, forced ‘King’ to use the weapons that Dominic warned me about. It hurt like a mother fucker when he stabbed me in the leg and I wanted to conduct what I had planned then but he was fast, as fast as Dominic even which was a feat I didn’t think anyone could imitate. When he stabbed my back though, I knew that I had to take that opportunity because the next one would kill me. So I took it. I made sure the whole hall saw his device, saw the knife, saw that he cheated. And it worked.

Not only was I declared the winner of the tournament, but I also gave Dominic the opportunity she needed to officially beat him the way she should have all those years back and she did. Her moves were threatening, demonic, but that’s what made them so attractive to me. She didn’t show mercy nor weakness despite so many people believing that these years would have worn her out. Instead, she showed the world tonight that she was still the Queen and will always continue to be the Queen.

Tonight though, I was hoping to make that Queen officially mine.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I talked about it with Xavier first. It was less about getting his permission but a formal blessing. I didn’t think he would be the first person I’d go to but after training with him, I started seeing him as my guardian too. I got close to him and look up to him greatly, even if he was a prick sometimes.

After that, I talked to both Arthur and Nick, they were harder to convince, being overprotective and all especially with what happened only recently. But I thought it was because we went through something like that and was able to come out of the other side okay that I had to do this. She was the one and the only one.

The nervousness started to rise in my stomach, in my chest. I wanted to ask her this before but I’ve backed out. Now was the perfect opportunity and I couldn’t mess it up. I looked down into my hand where the ring lay, Xavier had been looking after it for me until now. It didn’t even have a box, I was so unprofessional but I hoped it was enough.

My attention was quickly diverted to the door when Dominic rushed in. She saw me and gave a sigh of relief before flashing a grin at me which I couldn’t help but copy. “You did it!” I exclaimed, arms wide to signal in for a hug which she engulfed me in. We were both covered in blood and sweat but the moment, the hug, meant the world.

I turned to hug her tighter but unintentionally let out a groan in pain at my wound which still needed stitching. Dominic pulled away immediately, apologising but I shook my head. “The thing about the training Xavier gave you was that he didn’t teach you some of the most important elements to becoming a street fighter. One of which being recovery. I’ll stitch your wound for you.” She tells me but before she gets the chance to,

“Wait,” I tell her which makes her look at me in slight confusion.

My breath hitches in my throat again, the back of my neck sweating but my hands freeze. What if her answer is negative? What if this ruins everything? Fuck!

“What’s wrong?” When I look at her eyes which seem concerned for me, it’s then that I’m reminded: she loves me. She loves me just as much as I love her. And that made me relax and smile back at her.

I showed her the ring that was in my hand and a small gasp escaped her lips.

“Will you marry me?”

I notice her hands tremble, something I had never seen and her mouth showing neither happiness nor sadness, instead it was just wavering until-

“Yes! Of course!”

Her answer almost brought tears into my eyes and the passion I felt through her lips when she came in for a kiss sent me on overdrive. She was going to pull away slightly which I let her, only so I could put the ring on her finger before I pulled her in for a kiss again, ignoring any pain I felt as they were insignificant now. All I wanted to feel was her warm lips on mine.

There was a lot of love that I could feel between us, something I knew would continue to be a part of us for the longest time. This was no longer just feeling, it was a choice, a decision that I knew I’d never regret. Because I chose her and she chose me.

“You’re going to bleed out.” She says in between our kiss but,

“I don’t care,” I reply which makes her chuckle yet pull away.

Her grin was contagious, gleaming so bright at me. “I can’t really have my soon to be husband bleed out before we get married.” She says, running her finger through my messy hair before going and getting the medical equipment. I loved hearing the word come out of her mouth. I couldn’t wait to be her husband, already missing her heat but it wasn’t for long.

After she got her supplies and got ready, she quickly treated my leg first which wasn’t as deep of a cut so it was done quickly, bandaged up. As soon as she did, I pulled her on top of my lap, having her straddle towards me. When she looked back at me I gave her a mischievous smirk to which shook her head as she chuckled and began working from over my shoulder.

Having her work on my shoulder blade with such intense care was heartwarming but everything else about the situation gave me another type of feeling. Her body was pressed against mine tightly so she could do her best in this uncomfortable position I put her in but that meant her chest was up against mine. Her hip constantly shifting and moving against my own, I couldn’t help but get excited.

My hands which were holding her upper body came down at her sides before each hand took a hold of her thighs and pulled her waist even closer to me if possible, pushing her entrance against me which I knew she could feel. I was getting hard and I knew she could feel it, I wanted her to feel the effect she had on me.

Suddenly I feel her lips against my ear which makes me freeze slightly, hairs standing up at the command of her breath. “Teasing me again Blake?”

I smirk before laying a couple of hungry kisses on her neck, “I haven’t even begun my love,” I whisper to her before bringing my hand closer to her entrance, running my fingers around over her clothes. This made her react by coming up a second before pushing down even more on me which made me have to hold in a breath. Our clothes were heavily restricting us, heating us up quickly and we both knew it. I was getting hard and her presence on top of me what only making me crave for her more.

I move to loosen my waist to help me out, as I do I keep kissing and sucking on her neck which she angles to give me more room, telling me she likes it. “The stitches are done,” She breaths just as I’m able to undo my tracksuit bottoms.

“Then it’s time for the fun to begin.”