United Regnum

Allec 1

I check on her a few hours later, after I've sobered up. Her beautiful black hair is spread all around her, and she's finally given her big grey eyes a rest. She looks so peaceful, so angelic. She's turned on her stomach and has her legs crossed. She's shivering. Why didn't she get under the covers?

I take a blanket down from the closet and spread it over her. As I do, I notice her legs. They're so long, and defined, yet feminine. My eyes travel from her ankle to her thigh. Her dress is slightly elevated on the right and I can see the beginnings of a beautiful...

Shit, no, stop. 

I cover her in the blanket and my hand accidentally brushes her ass. That only encourages my arousal.  I exit the room hastily. I shed my clothes and go for a cold shower. It clears my mind and wears me out. 

While I'm toweling off I think of Eva. This girl is amp. Amp is the word I use for those who have other abilities. She's like me. I know because I can sense her. I usually have to be able to think about people before I can sense them; but, I always feels her. That's how I knew she was in despair. I don't why I can feel her over everyone else, but I promised myself I wouldn't get involved. The moment I saw her outside the pub, I knew. But look at what I've gotten myself into now. I shake my head. Nice Cross, real nice. 

I pull on my pajama bottoms, grab a blanket, and head for the couch. The first night over and she's already put me out on the couch. I fall asleep more quickly than I expected. 

I dream of her. She has her hair down, it falls to her waist as always. Her eyes stare up at me, longing. She reaches out and grabs my hand. I'm not wearing a shirt, only black jeans. She's only wearing her silver bra and underwear. Hell, she's sexy. She kisses my fingertips and I smooth her hair down. So perfect. The dream fades away, but I struggle to keep it. When I wake up I find myself muttering "perfect" and thinking inapropriate thoughts.

"Shite." I jog to the bathroom. It's morning, might as well take another shower. 

When I emerge I find her folding the blanket from last night. She turns around as I stand in the doorway. 

"G-good morning." She stutters. She's startled, great. I've scared the poor thing.

 "Good morning, Eva." What should I say? we stare at each other blankly. 

"I'll be leaving now." She says and starts walking. 

Now, I'm startled. "Now? It's seven am. Stay. I'll fix breakfast and you can explain last night to me." I find myself wanting her to stay. How strange. 

"My parents are worried. This is uncharacteristic of me." She has little worry bags under her eyes, but she's still gorgeous. 

"There's a phone in the front room you're welcolme to use. I'm sure Councilmen Taylor has a phone." I step out of the doorway so that she can pass by. 

"Thank you." She mutters and goes past me to the phone. I go into my room and get out clean clothes. I just grab a white t-shirt and jeans. I walk into the front room and feel her sadness overwhelm me. Her face is buried in her hands. I sit beside her. 

"How'd it go?" I ask, even though I already know the answer. She inhales deeply and swallows hard.

"I've been ordered home immediately. To receive punishment." Punishment? Who could hurt such an angel?

"What did you say?" 

"I told him not to worry. I'll be home when I can. I can't go yet. I can't go home, but what else can I do?" A tear hits her cheek. No. I can't watch her cry. 

"Stay here." My voice sounds desperate and needy, unrecognizable. "At least until the end of the week. Then you can choose your sector." She gasps and wipes her eyes. 

"I couldn't! I'm to be married! You're a year ahead of me." 

Only one thing catches my attention...

"Married to who!?" My voice seethes anger. 

"George. My father has... Arranged it." her voice comes out in a whisper. 

"That's illegal." I growl. I can tell she doesn't like this. 

"I know. I can't stop it unless I wanted to do manual work." She shrugs. A thought comes to my mind. 

"Yes you can. Change sectors. They rarely marry people outside their sectors." 

"Rarely is not never." Her voice is a whisper. She's been considering this too. 

"Then refuse." I state boldly. 

She laughs at my suggestion. "I'd like to see that." 

She has a glorious laugh. It washes all my anger away and my shoulders relax. It's light and airy, like a perfect perfume. It stays with you. 

"Stay with me." I repeat. She looks at me with a sly smile. 

"Until the end of the week. No longer." I smile back at her triumphantly. 

"I'll make breakfast, go have a shower." I mean to sound inviting, but she probably thinks she smells now. "I'll get you some fresh clothes." Damn it. She nods and heads to the washroom. I kick myself a few times and start breakfast. I borrow clothes from my neighbor. I set down the jeans, black flats, and black t-shirt in my bed. She comes back an hour later. 

"Sorry I took so long. I just never get to dress this way. These jeans are electric blue! How pretty!" She looks ate the color, awed. Her curves are accented by the tight clothes. She looks so good. Councilmen and women's children are slightly curvier than everyone else, that's how you pointed them out. But, I've never seen anyone as perfect as her... 

Shit, stop thinking about her. "I made omelets, fruit, orange juice, and coffee." I sit, adjusting myself at the table.

"Orange juice?" She sits beside me. 

"You've never had orange juice?" She shakes her head. 

"We get the same thing everyday. Milk- or coffee for adults- pancakes with strawberries and a little sugar." She shrugs. 

I laugh. "I'm gonna mess you up while you're here." I can't believe that. Who denies someone food? 

She eats most of the eggs, but doesn't touch the coffee after the first sip. 

"So, where are we?" She asks after breakfast. 

"We're in the Fortitudo apartments. You'll have one next year." I clear the table and she helps. 

"What do you have to do today?" 

"Nothing. I'm going to be a trainer, so I'm excused until initiation begins." Her eyes get wide and she stops moving. 

"But, you're so young!" She's taken aback by my status. 

"You have to be young in Fortitudo. It takes a lot of strength and endurance to do what we do. Ruth is only 37." I shrug. She stares at me like I'm insane. 

"My father is fifty!" She shakes her head in disbelief. 

"Well, all the sectors are different." I shrug with indiffrence. "What do to want to do today?" I ask her, changing thwe subject.

"Uhm..What can we do?" 

"Movies, park, shopping..." I suggest things I usually do as dates with girls. 

"The movies. I've never done that." Her voice is eager. 

Her emotions change so quickly, it's almost dizzying. 

"Okay, movies it is. After you tell me about last night." Her smile fades. She explains the fight and the runing away. She even explains The arranged marriage. She hates her father passionately. I also learn she the only one with naturally grey eyes, she gets then from her mother. 

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The photo is of Allec ! Xx