Alicia wasn't surprised when Lee drove her to a secluded area. He had noticed that she seemed distracted during dinner, and wasn't all that interested in dancing. Dancing was the one norm activity that she enjoyed; it was similar to her training exercises. She just wanted to get this evening over with. She had told Lee that she wanted to leave the club early, and typical norm, he misread her motives. More correctly, he read into them what he wanted to hear.
So now they were at the end of a dead in street, on a bluff overlooking the Army base and the surrounding town. She could easily distinguish what the lights were with her night vision, and see the actual buildings beyond. She contemplated bringing Cole up here. He needed to work on distance viewing. Although the abilities were innate, some were harder to control than others.
"Are you there?" Lee asked softly, bringing her back to the now. He gently touched her cheek and her blonde hair. His hand slid down the side of her face to her neck, and she pulled away from him slightly. He was disappointed with her reaction, but knew not to rush it. He was 23, and she was 18. He suspected that she was on the inexperienced side, no wonder considering whom her father was, but she had wanted him to take her away from the club early tonight. She was still a kid, and he knew that she wanted him to make her a woman.
"Lee," she began as patiently as possible. "I told you I don't want to come up here." This seemed to be a good way to lead into an argument. She didn't have much experience arguing with norms. Those who argue stand out, a bad move for those who want to blend in. His constant wanting to touch her was really getting on her nerves. If he saw even a glance at the barcode on her neck, he would understand that she wasn't like him.
"I just want to talk to you," he replied. "I can't take you to the barracks, and we can't talk with your dad around." He sounded sincere. Just wanted to talk. She'd been practicing the same technique since she was 6? 7? Make the enemy feel safe. Let them come to you. She thought for a moment on how to bring the situation to a head. It was so much easier to study norm psychology than it was to put it into practice. At least some of their behavior was predictable.
As usual, he misread her hesitation. He leaned towards her, and pulled her close, pressing his lips firmly against hers. "Alicia," he murmured against her mouth, "you are so beautiful. I'm falling in love with you." She didn't immediately push him away, and he took that as compliance. One hand tangled itself in her hair, as the other slid down the v opening of the neckline on her dress.
She pushed him away harder than she had before. His head hit the glass window, dazing him for a moment. She jumped out of the car, furious at him, and herself. She actually liked being kissed. It was a weakness with her, no different than Dana's love for chocolate covered caramels. But she knew that a norm male expected kissing to be a prelude to sexual activity, and the preliminaries that Lee had tried now and in the past simply annoyed rather than aroused her.
She heard Lee get out of the car. "Alicia, I'm sorry." She rolled her eyes. He still sounded a little dazed. She hadn't meant to hit him hard. Sure she could have put him through the window, but she was a norm girl tonight. At least the break-up argument could commence and she could get back to the mysterious mission.
"I told you I didn't want to come up here," she snarled. "I wanted to go home. I'm sick of your constant demands! All you ever want is sex, and I'm sick of it!"
"Get over yourself!" he shouted back at her. "You're not some virgin ice queen, you're a little bitch tease!" He came around the car. She could see the fury and frustration in her face. He grabbed her upper arms, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise a norm. "I'm sick of being teased," he hissed close to her face. "You know you want it, stop acting like you don't."
In a second Alicia had evaluated the situation. Her opponents legs were tight together to protect the groin, the place a norm girl would attack. Her fists came up hard into his elbows, tearing his hands off of her arms, and breaking the elbows with a most satisfying crack. She backhanded him hard, flinging him to the ground like a rag doll.
A flash of inspiration. A norm girl had told her about making a crude point when breaking up. She reached up her skirt and yanked down her panties. She stepped out of them quickly, and flung them on the prone, but conscious man.
"You want to get into them that bad, you can have them," she smirked and sauntered down the road. Arguing had been much more fun than she'd been led to believe.