It seemed an inner demon had revealed itselt. An unrequited lust that took no prisoners in a war of the mind and body. It had been forced back down into the depths of my very soul, but at a cost. A cost that could not be risked!
I had kissed her, fondled her, pretty much forced her into my embrace. I wasn't that kind of man! I did not force myself on innocent women, it was beneath me. I wanted her as a freedom fighter, a pawn in the war for humanity, but at the moment I wanted her as just a woman.
I hadn't felt this way since Magda had ran, I'd swore I never would. I wouldn't let a woman control me as she had. I would not give into temptation of the flesh, even flesh as sweet as hers had tasted. I would not be giving her that power over me, but as I found myself staring at the wall I realized she had already taken it.
I looked at the young girl sitting up on the couch, her breath still ragged, her body still trembling, and felt myself harden. She was innocent in all this, she hadn't instigated any actions, no quiet the opposite. She believed me and my fellow soldiers to be capable of great sins and atrocities on humanity. I felt she was taking the low road as many other mutants were, I wanted to shake her, to force her to open her eyes to the war that was raging outside her doorway. I wanted to do many things, but the most prominent on my mind was tasting those sweet lips again. I would have to conquer this, I could not allow such turmoil to go unanswered!
I stood, now towering over the slip of woman, and quickly debated my next action. It wasn't hard, I would take her and force myself to deny any feelings. I would force my body to acknowledge any woman would do, my mind to acknowledge she was nothing more than another female, and my soul to acknowledge it's other half had died long ago.
I bent down, scooping her easily into my arms. "Come."
She stiffened, immediately trying to jerk out of my arms. As small as she was, it was no trouble carrying her through the modest apartment. Her heat was overwhelming and I found myself wanting to drop her so that I could find my focus again. "What are you doing?" her voice was shrill and I grinned. That's what I needed for her to be shrill, nagging, and unappealing. If only she actually were, my grin faded as I was able to make out the fear in her eyes.
"We, my dear, are two grown adults more than capable of sharing a bed." She didn't give me time to finish as her struggles increased, her hair wrapping itself around my arms. I paused debating the danger of her beautiful deadly tresses, but they never tightened or shocked as they found their soft grip. I paused above the bed, "You want sleep, so do I. It seems wrong that I should take your only bed, so you will share it. That will also give me the freedom to roam around the apartment without waking you."
She nodded, slowly agreeing. I lay her gently into the bed, covering her in the sheets. I walked to the other side, laying behind her. The bed wasn't very big, our bodies touched against each other while both of us ignored the contact.
"Goodnight." she whispered, turning her back to me.
"To you as well." I lay there watching the ceiling, my mind contemplating the current turn of events, the dillemma of my situation, and the woman laying so innocently unaware beside me. Even if I did not find sleep, my mind was active with possibilities now.