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Part 13
I’m in my room, frustrated as hell. I spent the whole day running around town, once again looking for Ava, and I came up with nothing.
Nothing.
Just like yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.
And while I do have a bit more control over my powers, I’m still far from mastering them. I could use some serious help here, but how am I supposed to get that if I can’t find Ava?
The door of my room is suddenly jerked open and Alec walks in. For a split second my heart jumps into my throat, something that infuriates me beyond reason, and so I let it out on Alec of course.
“Damn it Alec, what the hell do you think you’re doing, barging into my room like that?” I snap. “Polite people knock. I could have been in the middle of changing.”
He just shrugs. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
I simply glare at him. I think I’ve really gotten this whole alien-death-glare thing down. Isabel gave wonderful lessons.
“Why are you avoiding me?” he asks, leaning against the door frame so casually that I could kick him for it.
“I’m not avoiding you,” I reply.
A lie, of course. I have been avoiding him. For more than a week now.
I thought sleeping with him would make the tension between us go away. I was curious and – I might as well admit it – attracted to him.
But now I tried it so I should be over it. The tension should be gone.
It isn’t though. Quite the opposite actually. It only made me want him more. A fact I’m not exactly comfortable with.
I didn’t come here to hook up with a random guy, to let that distract me from the important things. Even if it’s just a meaningless affair, sex is always distracting. I welcomed that the other night just as I welcomed it with Sean, but right now I need to stay focused.
“You are avoiding me,” Alec states, and I ask myself how he can stay so calm. “What, are you so uncomfortable with what happened between us that you can’t face me anymore?” he asks. “In case I have to remind you, you started it.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” I insist, feeling more than just uncomfortable. “It was just sex. It didn’t mean anything.”
“I agree,” he says and I hate that, in a way, that disappoints me. “But if it was just sex and didn’t mean anything,” he goes on, “Why are you avoiding me?”
“Maybe because I don’t like you!” I exclaim, loosing my patience with Alec’s questions.
“Do you always have sex with people you don’t like?” And he’s still calm. Damn it, can’t he get mad? I hate being mad at someone who isn’t mad right back at me, it makes me feel stupid and childish.
“Sometimes,” I reply, almost pouting.
Alec smirks, then abandons his position at the door to move towards me. Now he’s so close that I can smell him, a mixture of cologne and Alec, so tempting that I just want to bite him.
It takes all my willpower not to move away from him, but I’ll be damned if I step back from him now.
“I know why you’re avoiding me.” His voice is low and husky all of a sudden, and I involuntarily shiver as he touches my check, cupping my face. His thumb trails over my lips, and I almost moan. “You’re not uncomfortable with what happened, you’re uncomfortable with how you feel about it. You never planned on it being more than a one-time thing, but now you want more, and you don’t like it.”
My mouth almost drops open, I’m so shocked. Jesus, what is he, a mind reader? “Nothing more is going to happen between us,” I manage to say.
He looks deep into my eyes, a slight smile on his lips. “Oh yes, it will. You rushed me last week. Now I intend to take my time.”
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I’m stretched out on my bed, half draped over Alec, who is as of now running his fingers up and down my back. He’s making goose-bumps rise up on my skin and I want to tell him to stop, but I don’t have the strength.
I’m spent.
He wasn’t lying when he said he intended to take his time. He did, over and over and over again, exploring every nook and cranny of my body until he probably knew it all by heart. And of course driving me crazy while doing so.
Everything he did was tortuously slow and gentle, drawing arousal that was lazy and liquid and hot. Every time I reached that exquisite peak and tumbled over, he drove me right back up again. I never even imagined something like that being possible. Well, it is, obviously.
With Sean, it was nothing like this. Don’t get me wrong, it was great, especially considering that it was my first time, but it was just so different. There was a lot of fumbling with clothes involved and trying to be quite as to not wake Amy. It was tender and slow, Sean’s way of trying to comfort and sooth. And it did.
He made me forget everything for one precious hour, and he made me feel special and wanted and beautiful. He was careful and gentle, probably suspecting that it was my first time.
He didn’t ask.
He didn’t say anything at all, except to ask me if I was sure, and even then his voice was barely more than a whisper. I guess he was scared of breaking the spell, scared that I would come to my senses.
He needn’t have worried.
I had absolutely no intention of leaving at any point of the evening. I went there with a purpose, and that was not only to kill the time till my bus left.
Alec moving beneath me brings me back to the present. I lift my head to look at him and am not surprised to find him smirking at me. He looks pretty satisfied with himself.
I roll my eyes and shift my body off his, taking the covers with me. I try to stand up, but my knees aren’t cooperating, and so I sink right back down onto the bed. “Jesus.”
Alec sits up and starts nibbling on my neck from behind me. I swat at him. “Cut it out. What are you, a rabbit?”
He chuckles. “No. But being a transgenic has certain advantages.”
I grunt in response. So I noticed.
“I have to go,” he continues. “I’m meeting some people at Crash. Wanna come?”
I’m taken aback by his invitation, but I cover it up quickly by scowling at him and being my usual rude self. “Does it look like I’m capable of going anywhere?”
He grins. “I’ll carry you, sweetheart.”
My scowl deepens. “Don’t call me that. And as tempting as your offer is, I’ll have to pass. I’m tired.” And because I don’t want him to think that that’s alone his doing, I add “I had a shitty day.”
He’s still smirking. “Well then, goodnight sweetheart. Sweet dreams. Oh, and by the way, I love the hair.”
I just glare at him.
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The next morning I get up later than normal, due to oversleeping. Something that normally never happens, due to my inability to actually sleep. The only other time that I got a good night’s rest ever since I came to Seattle was last week after Alec and I landed in bed for the first time.
Hmm, do I see a pattern there? Nah, don’t think so.
I leave my room after getting dressed and head towards the kitchen for a glass of juice or something, but when I reach the living room Alec, Joshua and some guy with short, light brown hair and glasses are there. The guy turns towards me and weird mechanical sounds come from his legs. That’s when I notice the strange metal-pants-thingy he’s wearing.
“And who’s this?” I ask raising an eyebrow. “Robocop?”
Alec chuckles, even though I know he’s trying not to. I ignore him.
The guy just smiles. “You must be Liz,” he says. “I’ve heard a lot about you. Nice to finally put a face to the name.”
I look him up and down, scowl. “Whatever.”
“Logan Cale,” ha adds, holding out his hand to me. I take it after a moment’s hesitation. His grip is firm, his gaze unwavering. Doesn’t seem impressed by my bitch-attitude. I like that. But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna show it. And so I simply turn around and head towards the kitchen.
I find some orange juice in the fridge and pour myself a glass while listening to the guys talking. They seem to be discussing Terminal City and some supplies for the transgenics there or something.
Living with Joshua, I’ve learned quite a bit about transgenics in general and the ones living in Terminal City. Joshua wanted to go there too originally, but now that he has Annie he’s forgotten about his plans completely, much to M’s relief. She doesn’t want him there, and I understand her. Terminal City doesn’t exactly sound cozy, or safe, considering that the authorities know about it.
When I head back into the living room Logan is just leaving. “Nice meeting you, Liz,” he says to me, and I grunt in return. Then he’s gone.
“Who is this Logan guy?” I ask Joshua, annoyed when Alec replies.
“He’s Max’s ex-boyfriend. He’s been involved with the whole transgenic thing for almost two years now, even though he’s human.”
It surprises me that M had a boyfriend, even more that he’s human. “Why did they break up?” I ask, too curious to keep quiet.
“Manticore injected her with a virus targeted to his DNA that will kill him if he as much as touches her.”
“Well, that sucks,” I say for the lack of a better reply. “Why’d they do that?”
“They’re just mean like that,” Alec says casually.
I don’t believe him, but I won’t push. I know what it’s like to have secrets, and how annoying it is when people try to get you to tell them what they are.
“Sounds like a cheery place,” I comment.
“Yeah, just the cozy, loving home you’d want to grow up in.” Alec isn’t looking at me, and he’s careful to keep his voice casual and the bitterness out of it, but I hear it all the same. And for the first time I realize that Alec too probably has his dark sides.
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