Chapter Thirteen - M is for Monogamy

We love forever.

I thought Sarah Hart was the one. I thought what I felt for her was the real thing. That the happiness and joy she made me feel could never be duplicated.

I thought those things before I got drunk in a hotel room with a hot blonde alien chick.

I still don't know what possessed me to help Six liquidate the mini-bar.

It started innocently enough, after we fought the Mogs at the concert we ran close to a hundred miles. We were still running at daybreak but both of us were hungry, sweaty and tired. Without the burden of Sam or the truck or any belongings we easily (invisibly) snuck into a five star hotel and took residence in a suite on the top floor.

I had only seen luxury like this on television. The bathroom was larger than the entire first floor of our house in Paradise. There was marble everywhere. Contemporary artwork lined the walls. A vase of sweet smelling flowers sat on a ledge next to an oversized bathtub. This tub was probably as large as the bed of Sam's truck. The white towels were thick and plush. The drawers of the vanity had every toiletry a person could possibly need. Hell, there were things in there I'd never seen before!

I knew my reaction to the suite was amusing Six. With a small bottle of mini-bar liquor in hand she followed behind me, chucking at my comments.

"Can I go first?" I asked her eyeing the large glass-enclosed shower with massaging showerhead.

She drained the remainder of the whisky. "Don't use all the conditioner," she replied capping the bottle and dropping it in the trashcan.

My head cocked as I met her eyes. Was she calling me out on masturbating?

"Yeah," she nodded. "That's exactly what I mean."

After my incredible (non-masturbating) shower, I decided to put on one of the white robes provided by the hotel. Looking at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth I couldn't help thinking about Henri. If he could have seen me at the concert, he would have been so proud. I kicked some major Mogadorian ass.

I strutted into the main area of the suite, modeling the robe for Six. She was sitting on the bed, remote in one hand; M&M's in the other. She shook her head at me in a humored fashion. I jumped up onto the bed and began bouncing. The container of M&M's toppled over scattering them across the comforter.

Six used her telekinesis to bring them back together, then to her mouth one at time while continuing to channel surf. I stopped jumping and copied her. Only I went a step further, bringing a handful to my mouth at once. Of course, just because I could lift them all the same time didn't mean I could get them all into my mouth.

Six laughed as I managed to get one in my nose.

I picked it out and threw it at her.

She picked up a few loose M&M's and threw them at me.

I took one side and she took the other as we continued to hurl candy over the bed at each other. It didn't take long before we were throwing more than M&M's. Pens, notepads, the TV remote. Anything that wasn't nailed down was fair game.

At one point a wide array of items was being held suspended in mid-air.

I saw the playful look on Six's face.

Just before I was bombarded by said items as she overpowered me.

I fought back, tackling her and trying to pin her to the floor. Between her invisibly and telekinesis it was nearly impossible. There were times when I thought I had her, only she'd turn invisible, and do something annoying – like poke me in the eye – forcing me to let go of her.

"Time out," I called, blinking non-stop to make sure my vision still functioned properly.

Six rematerialized. "What?" she looked at me.

"Time out," I repeated as I sat down to rub my eye.

"Time in," she said as she pushed me.

"No fair," I tried to push her back but she caught my arm and rolled me backward. Straddling her legs over my chest she pinned me to the floor.

"You win," I conceded.

We took a break, finishing off the remaining M&M's, chocolate chip cookies, trail mix and crackers.

"So you do eat?" I said as Six took down handfuls of peanuts. It was the first time I'd seen her ingest anything other than coffee and a few pieces of candy. I think my comment made her slightly self conscious as she traded the peanuts for a bottle of champagne.

She split the champagne between two glasses and handed one to me.

"To Lorien," she smiled.

"To Lorien," I agreed as our glasses clinked together.

We downed the champagne.

Then the bottle of rum.

And the bottle of vodka.

Then Six snuck down to the hotel bar and brought back a few bottles of wine…

Sarah Hart was the furthest thing from my mind as Six and I were drinking and talking. I told her all about Henri and my life. Where we'd lived, our other identities, schools that I attended. I'd never been able to talk to anyone the way I talked to her. I didn't have to lie or worry that I might contradict myself. I didn't have to hide who I was. Finally, I could be me.

In that moment, I knew there was something between us.

I convinced myself it was simply the novelty of meeting another Garde.

Soon enough, we were both completely trashed. I found myself standing on a table, using a tissue box as a microphone to lip sync Brittany Spears. Apparently it was hilarious because Six could barely breathe from laughing so hard.

She had the most obnoxious laugh.

It was a shrill, girly sound that echoed through the room.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "Is that your real laugh?"

She covered her mouth but couldn't stop it from coming out.

I laughed at her. "That's your drunk laugh. You're fucking drunk, Six."

"So are you," she shot back.

"No fucking way," I pounded my chest as I continued to sing Brittany at the top of my lungs.

The more she laughed the worse it got. I didn't think it was possible to laugh in that pitch.

"You have to stop!" I yelled at her as I leapt from the table top to the bed. I flew through the air, holding my arms out like Superman. Landing on the bed in a giant belly flop, my momentum made Six bounce into the air. She spilled her glass of wine down the front of her shirt and onto her jeans.

"Dammit!" she exclaimed getting to her feet.

I followed her into the bathroom, apologizing.

She wet a washcloth and blotted the front of her shirt, worsening the burgundy blotch on the pale fabric.

"Let me help," I offered taking a second washcloth and running it under the faucet. I knelt down on the floor and began rubbing at the spots on her jeans. She continued to work on her shirt.

It wasn't looking good for either piece of clothing.

She took off her shirt, saturating it in the sink, before scrubbing it with a bar of soap. I sat back on my heels and watched her. Beneath her shirt was a tight black cami. It clung to her body, showing off the curve of her breasts. It rode over her flat stomach leaving a small strip of her innocent flesh visible just above her jeans. Speaking of jeans,

She unfastened the button, slid down the zipper and began to slide them over her hips.

The she looked at me looking at her.

I think at that moment we both remembered she wasn't wearing any underwear since I'd ripped her thong a few stops back.

She dematerialized.

Damn. I had really been looking forward to seeing her bare ass.

When she made herself visible again she was on the other side of the bathroom, wearing the twin of my robe.

"Sexy," I smiled at her.

"Scrub," she replied throwing her jeans at me.

I took the bar of soap and used some old fashioned elbow grease to dig into the spot, crumbling the bar of soap in the process. As I was trying to scrub with the tiny flecks of soap, Six tapped me the shoulder.

"What?" I looked up at her.

She burst into laughter again.

"What?" I didn't understand.

She slid the jeans across the vanity and into the sink. "Why don't you go get that last bottle of wine?" She could barely speak she was so cracked up.

"Okay," I agreed, still not sure why the hell she was laughing.

I went out into the suite and took alcohol inventory. We were down to half a bottle of wine. I carried it with me back into the bathroom.

"What about glasses?"

She was still smirking.

"You're too good to drink from the bottle now?" I went back out the door to get her glass. I could hear her laughing.

What the fuck was so damn funny?

"She's just drunk," I told myself. I remembered the beach parties back in Florida. All the drunk girls would laugh uncontrollably at absolutely nothing.

I picked up her glass. It was still about halfway full. I began heading toward the bathroom when I got a brilliant idea. I stopped and lifted up the front of my robe. Holding the cup in front of me, I rubbed my balls along the entire rim of the glass.

"That's right," I mumbled. "Taste the flavor of Number Four."

Walking back into the bathroom, I set her glass on the vanity and topped it off with some fresh wine. She was still chuckling to herself as she hung her shirt and jeans on the towel racks to dry.

"Ladies first," I smiled handing her the glass as I waited with the bottle on my other hand.

"Thank you," she accepted the glass.

"To us," I tapped the neck of the wine bottle against her glass.

"To us," Six agreed as she lifted the glass to her mouth.

I raised the bottle, keeping an eye on her. Watching Six drink from the glass was fucking sweet.

"What's so funny," I asked her when she'd drained her share.

"Oh nothing," she replied, as she grinned at me.

Frustrated I looked in the mirror at my reflection. I checked my teeth, my hair, my nose. I didn't see anything unusual.

She started laughing again.

"What?" I looked at her. "Seriously," I demanded. "What the hell are you laughing at?"

"You honestly don't know?"

"No!" I had no fucking clue.

"You can't feel it?"

"Feel what?" I looked at my reflection again. I checked my head, my arms, my chest. Nothing.

Six was nearly doubled over she was laughing so hard. "Turn around," she gasped.

I did.

As I looked over my shoulder at my reflection I saw that somehow my robe has gotten stuck in my ass crack. Without any hesitation, I pulled it out and tucked it up into the belt, exposing my entire ass.

"Better?" I asked Six.

"You've got one hairy ass there, Four."

"It's not that hairy," I moved toward the mirror for closer inspection. Six grabbed the hand mirror and held it my way. "Shit, it is really hairy, isn't it?" I admitted. "Must be a Loric trait."

"I don't think so," Six shook her head.

"Please," I looked at her. "I bet you have one hairy ass."

"You'd lose…."

Before she could finish her sentence, I used my telekinesis and pulled up the skirt of her robe.

I saw it all.

For a split second.

Then she was invisible again.

But I fought back. In the drawer of the vanity was a container of baby powder. I broke it open scattering powder through the air. They fell along Six's silhouette. It was too much for her to keep up with turning each particle invisible.

I tackled her, wrapping both arms solidly around her waist. Pinning her to the floor beneath me, I focused my telekinesis. My reward was the sound of fabric ripping as I stripped her of her robe.

Then she stripped me of mine.

Our naked bodies were pressed together for that one moment.

Until she sprayed me with ice cold water from the showerhead.

I had no choice but to save myself. My hands lit up as my lumen deflected the water. My legacy was acting as a shield. Very Nice.

A pair of bath towels floated through the air. One wrapped around my waist, the other was for Six.

"What did you just do with your lumen?" she asked tucking the corner of the towel beneath her armpit.

"Deflected your water attack. Boo-Yah!" I made crazy hand gestures in front of her face.

"Save your smack talk, for the Mogs," she nudged me with her shoulder as she passed by, bottle of wine in hand. I followed behind her.

We sat on the same side of the bed, since the other half was still damp with wine. The twelve noon news was about to begin. I'd taken the last gulp of wine. Drunk at noon on a Thursday. Was there anything better?

The sun was shining through the curtains. The rays caught Six's profile in the most beautiful way.

"Do you think all the Garde are as good-looking as us?" I asked her.

"I hope so," she winked at me. "Otherwise Mission Repopulation is gonna be tough."

"Mission Repopulation," I smiled at her.

Time seemed to slow down in that moment.

Our eyes met.

Then she moved closer to me.

I leaned into her.

Her mouth was so close to mine I could smell the wine in her breath.

Then I kissed her.