Diamonds (Mimi)

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Mimi was trying to keep her jealousy under control. She did not want any more comparisons to Dean freaking Harper. But standing there watching Warren pack a small bag to go to the trial was eating at her. This needed a delicate touch, the same kind of gentle touch she had used to persuade him that if he really wanted to move on from Dean, holding onto keepsakes that were constant reminders of what he had once cherished with Dean and Max was not healthy.

She had made her case for why holding onto his matrimonial rings wasn’t good for him and would keep him chained to a past he deeply regretted, and Mimi had been convincing too. She didn’t know or care what he’d done with both rings, she only knew he’d given them up, and to Mimi that was all that mattered.

“I mean it’s just a quick in and out right? Do you need a bag for it?” Mimi asked.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be needed for.” Warren sighed as he packed a t-shirt. “This is my first international rape and murder trial, and hopefully my last.”

Was it the court or was it Dean that needed him? Mimi wondered. Why was he going at all, they had divorced. Warren hated Dean didn’t he?

“What do they need you for anyway?” Mimi asked.

“They haven’t called me officially yet. But Dean’s lawyer said on the phone that since we did find the tapes together. I might be required to corroborate Dean’s story.”

Mimi walked over to him, tracing fingers on his back, “Do you want me to come with? Flying can get pretty boring.”

“If you want to come, I’m not saying no to the company.” Warren smiled. “Heaven knows, I’m gonna need somebody to keep me sane through all this shit. Especially if I’m going to be in the same room as that bloody cunt Uriel again. You sure you’re up to it? Not only did Rosa choke you out, but you have another match against Ciara. You might want to stay here and prep for that, instead.”

“Rosa may have put me down, but there is no way she was keeping me down. I’m fine. I can handle Ciara. She’s not important. I want to be with you.” Mimi kissed his neck. “You are the most important person in my life right now.”

Warren smiled softly, and even shivered, whether it was because of her kiss or being told directly how much he mattered to her wasn’t entirely clear. “I know none of this is your shit to deal with. After this, it won’t be mine either anymore, hopefully.”

“I know.” Mimi turned him into her embrace, physically forcing his focus to be elsewhere, not on his past, but on his future…with her. “After this, he’s out of our lives forever.” Mimi held onto his hips and gazed into his blue eyes.

“What about when Damien wants to see me? I’ll still have to go through Dean.”

“Yes,” Mimi sighed. “Unfortunately, but sugar you should prepare yourself for the possibility that Dean may not allow Damien to reach out to you. After all, you've never had any biological ties, and now you don’t have any legal rights either. Damien was never your responsibility, not really. Dean has no obligation to include you in his son’s life anymore, and we both know how petty and vindictive he can be when he really wants to be. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if he keeps Damien from you just to punish you for finally doing the right thing and having the courage to escape that toxic relationship.”

“I guess you’re right,” Warren conceded with a heavy sigh. “It’s just…I still love the kid you know? I never thought I would, but I do. Nothing about all the problems Dean and I had were ever Damien’s fault. I told him that too. I was ‘the cool dad’ once. I miss that, you know?”

Was it being the cool dad or feeling like he had a son of his own that Warren really missed? In either case, Mimi was sure that given enough time, she could fill the hole in Warren’s heart with kids of their own one day, and then Warren wouldn’t have to settle for Damien, not when Warren deserved so much better. Warren deserved his own children, lots of them, in fact, Mimi pictured. Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought of her idyllic life with him, someday soon.

Mimi ran her fingers down his abdomen and caressed him gently, even under his shirt, his abs felt incredible. “I know you do. I know it’s never easy to let go of someone you love, but give it time honey. It’ll get easier, I promise. And one day when you’re ready, we can start a family of our own. A real family, just like you’ve always deserved. You deserve nothing but the best from this life baby, and I’m here to make sure you finally get it and a whole hell of a lot more.”

Warren shivered under her touch and was inevitably drawn into a passionate kiss, utterly seduced by Mimi’s words. She made him feel like the most important man who had ever lived, probably because to her, he was.

She kissed him deeply and meaningfully letting him know how much she craved him. He shivered at how naturally attentive she was, and in his own way he craved her too. He caressed her rear as he deepened the kiss himself. She gently pulled him onto the bed and they both started to shed clothes quickly, kissing and whispering sweetly, encouraging him to forget Dean, forget the trial, forget almost everything, except all he had in this present moment with her. Nothing else mattered.

Warren was easily led, just as he had been for much of his life and eager to please. They fell backwards onto the bed in just their underwear. She pulled him firmly on top of her, and served to emotionally anchor him, willing to support him in ways she knew Dean never had, because Dean was too selfish, insecure and unstable. All the things Mimi wasn’t.

Mimi Simpson stands in the middle of a dimly lit warehouse, her signature smirk in full effect. Her fists are clenched, knuckles cracked, as she stares directly into the camera. There's an intensity in her voice as she begins.

"Ciara O'Connor, huh? I’ve heard about your snarky comments, your cheap shots, and that smug grin you carry like it means something. You think you can run your mouth and disrespect everyone, but what have you really done?"

Mimi takes a step forward, her voice dropping a level, more menacing now.

"You call yourself a fighter, but all I see is someone hiding behind insults and attitude. You’re the type who throws rocks and hides their hands, and at the end of the day, that’s all you are—a scared little girl pretending to be tough. But when you step in the ring with me, it’s not pretend anymore. This isn’t a game you can cheat your way through."

She pauses, letting the tension build.

"You're walking into the lion's den now, Ciara, and I’m the one ready to tear you apart. You can talk all you want, but once that bell rings, it’s just you and me. No one to hide behind, no distractions. And trust me when I say this—I’m going to shut that mouth of yours for good."

Mimi looks down for a second before lifting her head, the smirk returning.

"So, keep running that mouth, Ciara. It’ll be fun breaking you down piece by piece when we step into that ring. And when you finally realize you’re not half the bitch you pretend to be… it’ll be too late."

She finishes with a cold stare before walking off, leaving her challenge hanging in the air.