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Six Weeks Earlier
Last year, Maggie had seen Henry walk on hot coals, stop his own heart, and catch an arrow that was milliseconds away from impaling him. He never seemed to have much of a problem with life-threatening situations. Schoolwork, on the other hand...
"Um... it was in the summer, right?" Henry scratched his head and smiled at Maggie apologetically.
"Yes." Why was this so hard? It was a very simple thing to remember, or at least it was for Maggie.
Henry tapped his finger on the desk. He looked like it was right on the tip of his tongue. "June 10th through June 15th, 1862?"
Maggie resisted the urge to smack her forehead. "The Battle of Gettysburg occurred July 1st through July 3rd in the year 1863."
"Oh."
"Can you at least tell me what state Gettysburg is in?"
He thought for a moment. "Pennsylvania."
"Great," she said as she stood and stretched her legs, "at least you can remember that part."
They had been studying for almost three hours, and Henry was still having trouble making certain things stick. The familiarity of the DOUM shed made the grueling exercise of studying more comfortable, but Maggie was still developing a headache. She tried to have patience and compassion, though; not everyone could be blessed with a photographic memory like her.
Maggie tightened her sloppy ponytail. "Maybe we should take a break."
"Good idea," he agreed, "but afterward we should probably study for another hour."
"An hour? Henry, we've been here forever and it's almost eight o'clock. And the test is two days from now." she placed her hands on her hips. "Why are you so much worse at studying than last year?"
Henry twirled a pencil in his hands. "Because school got harder?"
"You sound unsure."
"Do you not like spending time with me?"
Maggie put her hands on his shoulders. "I love spending time with you. It's the studying that I find tedious."
After a moment, Henry smiled. "Let's take a walk around in there." he nodded to the artifact-laden isles beyond the DOUM shed.
"That's only for scientists and other authorized personnel."
Henry rose from his seat and headed towards the door. "That's never stopped us before."
Shrugging in admittance, she turned to follow him.
They strolled passed shelf after curio-filled shelf, occasionally pausing to stare at an unusual piece. Not long after rounding a corner, the two heard an odd rumbling to their right. Just when they stopped to investigate, a massive sarcophagus-like stone plummeted from the top shelf. Maggie found herself smashed into the opposite shelf, stunned and staring at the homicidal rock sitting in the middle of the isle.
"Are you okay?" Henry said, pulling away just enough to look her in the eye.
Maggie suddenly realized it was Henry who had pushed her out of the way. His arms were wrapped around her protectively, and her hands were on his chest. Heat rose in her cheeks as she became acutely aware of how muscular and firm he was. His greenish-blue eyes bored into her chocolate ones, and occasionally wandered to her parted lips. Her breathing became shallow and her hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. A tiny voice in the back of Maggie's head angrily inquired what the hell she was doing, and she cheekily answered by planting her lips on Henry's.
It was like throwing a lit match in a puddle of kerosene. Seconds after contact, they were each burning with a Cupidian fever that spurned them to venture further at a dizzying pace. As their tongues darted in one another's mouths, Henry's hands roamed under her shirt and Maggie pried at his belt buckle. At the quiet clinging sound of the undone buckle, Henry picked her up and pushed her hard against the shelf, where she compliantly wrapped her legs around his hips and eagerly pulled his shirt off. Maggie let out a gasping moan as Henry kissed a trail from her jaw to the tops of her breasts. The tiny voice sputtered confusedly in alarm, but Maggie drowned out the sound by unzipping Henry's pants and kissing his neck while he put his hands up under her skirt and ran his fingers under the lacy waistband of her underwear.
Henry and Maggie were controlled by their lust like a pair of helpless, horny puppets. After the quick ripping sound of tearing panties came the steady pounding of hormone-crazed wantonness. Giggles and groans rang intermittently, occasionally muffled by kisses and lip-biting.
As their glorious pressure continued to build, a softball-sized, seemingly insignificant stone idol teetered dangerously at the edge of the quaking shelf just a few inches away from their undulating bodies. With each thrust it threatened to fall to the cold, petrous floor.
But the lecherous teenagers didn't notice the imminent demise of the little statue; they were far too embroiled with the activity of deflowering one another. Their rhythmic thumping proceeded through their vigorous climb to the top of Mount O.
Moments after they victoriously reached the peak, the tiny rock sculpture could no longer keep its balance, and tumbled to the hard concrete surface several feet below. The fertility idol broke upon hitting the granitic floor, its bulbous head sporting a wide gash and its left obsidian eye chipped and dislodged from its stony socket.
The Aphroditic fire that was consuming them with rapacious pleasure promptly ceased. Their heads cleared, and full situational awareness took hold of them with its merciless iron grip.
Still panting, they stared at one another with unmitigated terror and shock. Gulping hard, Henry allowed Maggie to gently slide down until her feet reached the floor. After Henry backed up a yard or so, they looked down dazedly. Henry fumbled to quickly zip up his pants while Maggie looked around for her torn underwear.
"What just happened?" Henry said confusedly under his breath.
Maggie located her panties; they were carelessly tossed onto what looked like a ceremonial mask. "I don't know." she answered in a small, shaky voice.
Henry followed her as she rushed down the isle towards the DOUM shed. "Wait, shouldn't we talk about this?"
"I just want to go home." Her voice was thick with the threat of tears. She entered the DOUM shed and sloppily crammed her panties into her backpack.
Henry faced her and addressed her tenderly. "Maggie, I lied about needing to study." She turned away and gathered up her papers. "I just used it as an excuse to spend time alone with you. If Jasper didn't like you too, I'd just come right out and say I want you. But I don't want to hurt him."
Maggie sniffled as she stuffed her papers in her backpack. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked without looking at him.
"Don't you... feel something, too?"
"The only thing I feel is stupidity." Lip quivering, Maggie faced him again. "We should never have done that. I don't even like you that way because you're a ridiculously impulsive, danger-loving boy. I've got plans for my future and they don't involve you. Whatever just happened in there was a colossal mistake because it would never work between us and I don't want to be with you and would you please put your shirt back on?"
Henry couldn't have looked more hurt if she had kicked him in the nuts. A part of her was screaming to take it all back, to admit she wanted him so badly. But that tiny voice of reason now had a megaphone, so she held her tongue. This was for their own good, no matter how painful it was. Those past months of repressing her feelings for him would not be in vain.
"You don't want to be with me." Henry reiterated in a hollow tone.
"No," Maggie stated firmly.
"Oh," the sound of his heart breaking was nearly audible. "I understand."
Maggie grabbed her backpack and brushed past him, fighting back tears as she walked through the door.
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