The young man was injured, but he didn't pay any attention to the bleeding wound on his back as he ran through the dark streets of night New York.
He was sweating and breathing heavily. He was in his mind praying to God as much as he can. Prayers to the Lord were his last rescue.
Injured young man during running noticed that situation in the city was getting more and more tense. He saw policemans helding their guns patrolling at the police cars in more and more streets along with police dogs.
It was clear that something was about to happen, and more police patrols were a foreshadow of that. An injured young man threw his bloody uniform away in the bin while running. He sweated, bleed, breathed deeply and whined quietly because of the pain. His white shirt was soaked with sweat and drops of blood.
And assault gun? Well, he wanted to threw it away but at the moment it was his only form of defense before he reaches home. When he saw the house where he grew up without being target of the police yet, he sighed with relief and he felt he is going to faint.
When he reached in, he thought everyone here are sleeping. Quietly, he was about to put the gun on the table, when he heard very well known female voice as he saw light.
"George!?" Meg said all confused as she saw him in the sweated white shirt with blood drops in as well as khaki jeans and him wearing the assault gun in his hands.
He at the moment completely didn't knew how to explain it to her. It was clear that the bubble had pop up.
"Meg, I will explain it to you-"
"Why is your shirt bloodied and why you are holding a gun?!"
He came to her, but bleeding wound striked him with pain again. He whined and tried to stop bleeding by putting his hand with already a bloodied glove on the wound on his back to stop the bleeding.
"Let me explain to you all, let me please." He said as he again whined in pain and as she noticed he is visibly injured. "Just please don't leave me after you'll do."
He lead her into the room where they both slept together a while. He threw the loaded gun and gloves away and showed her stuff regarding his membership in the Irish Republican Army.
"I'm an Irish Republican. I'm continuing the revolution against British to liberate all of the Ireland my parents started here in the United States. Yes, I am both shooting and setting bombs." He again whined in pain.
She for a while looked at him like as an enemy, because since she was herself Anglo-Saxon, it must have been clear to her that he is killing British people.
"Meg, I love you with all of my heart, I do not care if I am half Irish and you British. I know you hate me now and why. I only want Ireland getting united, that's all." He again whined in pain, this time it was stronger and it was clear that he needs help.
She looked at him with a more of an angry expression despite she was at the moment speaking without emotion.
"If FBI finds about this-"
"It's late Meg, they already know. It's only a matter of time before they raid this house."
He never seen her like this. He never seen her as a mix of sadness, stress and anger. It looked like she was about to cry, and despite his injury he came to her and tried to comfort her.
"Meg-" He said as he came to her touching her shoulder.
"Stay away from me!" She turned at him shouting, tears in her eyes "Stay away from me!"
George froze at the moment. The situation was as he expected. The fact he was a nowaday IRA member broke her heart.
"Do you even understand what were you doing?! Do you understand you are killing innocent people!? Do you understand you are killing people like me because of the same nationality!? Do you think letting exploding bombs and shooting random people here in the United States will help you to unite Ireland?! Understand that you're not in the same IRA as your parents were, you're not even a hero! You're monster! I thought so that here in the America the conflict between our nations doesn't matter.."
"Meg-" He again came to her, saying with a soft voice, touching her hand, but she pushed him away.
"Do not touch me!"
The argue let them both outside and it looked like she was about to leave him. He couldn't hold it anymore as he saw her walking away, tears started filling his eyes as he started talking to her.
"M-Meg! Don't leave me! You do not understand how hard life I had! You do not understand how much my life had been sad and dull before I met you! Y-you d-do n-not understand.." He sobbed.
"Everyone went through war!"
"I love you! So much! If you even knew.."
She at the moment stopped and it looked like she herself was unsure of what to do at the moment. It looked like she was too at the moment under the heavy feelings like him.
"What am I doing with my life?" She said quietly to herself and sighed. He stood behind her in the front of the detached house with unsure sad expression in his face, heavily breathing.
She startled a bit when she felt touch of his hands on hers, but she didn't let him go. He was stroking her and hugging her, warming her. She felt when he kissed her cheek. For some reason, despite what happened between them just a few minutes ago, his presence and a warmful lovely hug were comforting her.
They both stood like that for a few minutes outside. The wind was cold, but it still didn't stop him from this act of love. They both watched the shining city. It was a beautiful view.
"Do you want to return back inside?" He asked her as he looked her and she nodded.
As they both were at the door, George was surprised when he was his mother Erin here completely confused.
"George, what happened? Why is your shirt bloodied?"
"Mom, give it a while before I'll tell you all."
Erin for some reason noticed, despite she didn't knew what happened between her son and "the British girl", that these 2 were closer to each other now more than ever before.
They both laid together on sofa, her in his arms. They were helding each other's hands and relaxing, happy to be with each other.
"George, you are injured, you need help."Meg said to him as she saw him again whining in pain during cuddling because of the bleeding wound.
Erin looked at them after slightly hearing the sentence and her son, well, he was just silent.
"I am ok mom." He again lied to his mother, this time it was a good lie because he didn't want her to get stressed or concerned because of his injury. He knew his mother didn't want to lose him, her only child, as well as his by now his already deceased father.
"Would you like to go back to the bedroom?" She asked him this time.
"Y-Yes."
She helped him to walk upstairs. They both stopped a while as he looked out of window.
"How many hours do you think we have before they'll put all clues together George?"
"6-8 hours, may less."
He lay on the bed and she decided to help him to treat him.
"Here is first aid kit between my guerrila gear." He told her as she was looking around the room to find something she could help him with.
"Yes!" She said to herself as she found the first aid kit and returned back to George.
"You will have to undress your shirt." She said as she returned back to him "I'm not sure if this will be uncomfortable for you."
"Why when I'm here with with a woman of my dreams...?" He murmured looking at her.
He undressed shirt and he noticed she froze for a while as she looked at his injury.
"Is it bad?"
"No, you just have a shard in your back."
George at the moment flinched a bit.
"Don't worry, it's not as terrible as injuries what were during the wars, this will go right."
"Are you sure what are you doing?" He asked her.
"First aid course."
George in a next few seconds whined loudly in pain.
"Done, only patch and bandage are needed."
He sat when she bandaged his back - the bandage covered a small part of his bare chest as well. Despite pain, he half naked stood up again and looked from the window. He knew it is only a matter of time before the FBI will be there.
He again hugged her and kissed her.
"If we have only a few hours to share a room together, would you like to make love with me?"
She looked at him as he was again standing and cuddling with her. George then at the moment noticed the paper plane which flew into the room through the window. It was the paper plane with lipstick imprint which brought them together.
He felt at the moment confident, but unsure at the same time. How the hell it got there when he as learned this paper plane was taken as evidence by the FBI thanks to which they revealed his identity? Magic maybe?
Nor she didn't at the moment respond. They both drove themselves by their hearts at the moment. They started passionately kissing and undressing each other.
He pressed her to the wall, still helding her legs as she was hugging him strongly at the moment with her hands on his back.
They were naked, but this is what they wanted to feel. Touch of each other's warm bodies, skin on skin.
He looked and smiled at her as they kissed each other.
"I love you." He said and she stroked him on his cheek.
She felt that he had erection at the moment, so as that he was by now deep inside her, thrusting. Yes, it was a pleasant addictable feeling, but this was at the moment a way they showed their deepest emotions to each other.
They indulged themselves to the wishes of God, making more and more love with each other.
In the bed it was way more comfortable. George as a lover was actually pretty much... just amazing.
His protectful hug, his smile, his laughing when he was happy. Making love with him was one of the joys itself. Since both of them were Christians, so it was seen that they perceive love as it should be.
They literally played together while in the bed making love.
After the moment when they love reached the climax and they cuddled together, naked, they tried to fell asleep together, but it didn't work.
"Tell your mom about it, you know it is about both of us George." She said to him while she was looking at him, in his arms, stroking his chest.
"Nevermind, I'll dress up." He said getting of the bed, taking new clean clothes from the wardrobe and dressing up.
Meg decided to get out of the bed and dress up so. At the time she went downstairs she saw George explaining to his mother the current situation.
"Meg, you are back." He said as he saw her.
"How it looks like?" Meg asked coming to George.
"I'm sorry," Erin said looking at Meg "but you will have to leave United States. Europe, Canada, Mexico, just anything."
"After since they found out my identity among the IRA members, I'm on a terrorist watchlist and I'm wanted. I can't no longer live in America anymore." George said.
"You both could get in trouble, USA is not safe anymore." Erin added.
"And how when I can't now return back to my family? I have all the things I could use there, I don't own a car."
"Doesn't matter." Erin responded "I will give you both my car. Though I do not like to say it, take weapons so you could defend each other, documents and get out of there."
Meg then noticed thinking view on George's face.
"Are you thinking of returning back to Europe?"
"Y-yeah. I'd like to see Dublin again."
In the front of the car after putting all the needable things in, Erin told them:
"Ride outside New York, use fake identities. In the case you both wanted to return back to Europe, there is a regular illegal sail transport in New York. Irish used it when they were immigrating to the US."
"I'll not see my family again.." Meg realized and George started to comforting her as she was sad realizing this cruel fact.
"Don't worry, first we'll go a little bit a little, then we'll decide where we'll go." George said.
After the farewell as the way out of United States, the young couple started watching the night environment around as their driving trip started.