To say that it was hell of a situation which could have been avoided was an understatement of the year.
I even wished to faint right then if possible but turned out that, I didn't have such luck in me that day. Not even the possibility of me having a panic attack. Anything really to make me unable to see and understand the situation as it was unfolding before my eyes.
What did gay men ever did to the 'straight' guys? Why are they so devoted in making our lives a living hell? Shouldn't girls be the one to fight us because it looks like we're fighting for the already few resources that are men but, yet those are the first to stop and support us with open arms.
Why men? Shouldn't they at least be grateful that there are us who left the whole sea full of beautiful creatures ever being created here on earth that are women, all to themselves?.
Why does one being gay in their eyes is so not worth forgiving to them? Why make our lives miserable? Why use violence just because they saw a gay couple 'holding hands'. Not like me and Damon were only holding hands, though... But, that doesn't give anyone the right to get physical on him and threaten to kill us.
Why make us fear being us? We didn't choose to be this way!. I wasn't a religious person but, I didn't think God created humans just so they could pass on judgement on whose worth to live and die in the world.
What is capable of love for a human is only their souls. That's why no matter the body type, race, status, appearance, behaviors, physical abilities, genders... It's just love. A language only those who feels it understand.
Let us fucking live happily like yourselves, people!.
That's everything I wanted but, I couldn't lift my voice to say aloud when the fight broke out and Damon had to use his body to shield me.
I was so happy when I saw men who wore dark suits running to our aids. That was the first day ever was I so happy to see strangers surrounding me. I didn't want to waste time there and grabbed Damon so we could go from that place quickly.
We were only lucky to get out of there alive because we had paid people protecting us. I didn't even want to think of what would have happened if there were only the two us there.
"Are you okay?" I heard Damon ask worriedly after we safely got inside our apartment and I couldn't help but, go in his embrace. I was only safe there.
"Say something, love... Are you okay?" He urged me with a shove lightly since I was in a frozen state.
"Stupid! Fucking idiot! You're the one who got into a fight head on!" I shouted pushing him off before walking to the cabinet where I kept my first aid kit with my trembling hands.
"Are you worried about me, love?" He came to whisper in my ears huskily before nibbling on my sensitive skin there, I gasped.
"You're hurt!" I said with gritted teeth to keep myself from succumbing to the lust he was starting to make me addicted to.
"Can you do me a favour?" I heard him ask softly before kissing my shoulders making me fall and lay my head on his shoulder eyes on the ceiling. Breathing hard.
"What is it?" I asked softly
"Let me leave some of my best men with you once I leave here?" He said after some time.
"You're leaving?" That got me falling to my senses in no time. I truly thought the 'I miss yous' were there so he could stay beside me.
"I mean yeah, you need your space and I have to work on the transfer of my company's headquarters here..." He started to explain and I interrupted as usual.
"So, you're staying?" I asked excitedly and he chuckled before shaking his head with a sigh.
"Not soon enough, love. So, will you please for once be reasonable and accept them to escort you wherever and whenever?" He pressed and I couldn't help but melt for the guy.
"Whatever you say, Damon" I said climbing on him with my legs locking at his back so his palm could hold my butt cheeks just the way I like it while eating his mouth out like some kind of a zombie.
"Are we really doing this without treating your wounds first?" I asked breathlessly after our wet kiss.
"Just scratches baby" He replied diving for some more lips smacking.
"Which are bleeding, you piece of shit! Fucking get off me so..." My words were cut short due to a door bell ringing. Putting some knots in my stomach once again.
Are the people downstairs coming to settle their scores?.
"Relax, that's our ingredients" Said Damon pecking on my already perched lips before walking to open the door with me frozen in place, praying that it was truly one of his men outside the door.
True to his words it really was a grocery delivery guy. The nerve...
"Why did we have to go through all that if you already asked someone to buy them earlier?" I exploded on the innocent looking Damon.
"Because, you needed the walk, love" He answered with raised eyebrows not really getting why I was so pissed at him for.
"And now I need some meditation!" I yelled before pushing him away to stomp my feet to my room but, something made me come back to him in seconds.
I didn't treat his wounds.
So, I turned and walked determinedly to Damon, taking his hand in mine before leading him to the sitting room with the first aid kit on the other.
Applying it to me was a high level job in itself. The guy was crying mama with every rub of the ointment on his wounds. It was kind of funny too. Damon was so afraid of pain yet he sacrificed his body to me.
"Help me, make dinner, love" He pleaded after I was done with my satisfying work on his body to the point where he was harder than any erected metal.
"The hell...?" I replied with a warning stare in his direction.
"I'm hurt" He reminded and I groaned in frustration before unwounding the gloves and threw them in the hazardous trashcan, and placed the kit back to the cabinet and washed my hands. Standby for some cooking session.