by Gideon Mills
The car was waiting. They arrived just in time. Relief flooded Marcus as he sat in the car.
17
Adjustment and love
Amita sat in the car as her heart raced from the excitement of the trip inside. It wasn’t just that they had almost been caught, or that she saw those people being tortured, being modified against their wills. The confession from Marcus and the kiss shocked her. Oh, the kiss. It was truly amazing. She would never in her life forget it.
That had been her first kiss. It meant the world to Amita. Marcus had taken her breath away. She wanted to do it again and again. Now wasn’t the time, but that didn’t stop her from holding his hand in the back seat as they drove away.
“Well?” Ihor asked. He leaned to the back. If he noticed her hand in Marcus’s, he didn’t say a thing.
“We saw victims,” Marcus said. “Lots of them. No sign of the mind control, but it took so long to find them, and then we almost got caught.”
Marcus told the men all about the adventure inside, what they had learned, and how both of them were fully on board with the Resistance. Amita wanted to help now more than ever.
The rest of the drive back to the level two warehouse was quiet and slow. Amita wanted to get Marcus alone to talk some more. To do more than that. Her body had suddenly changed, and she wanted contact with Marcus. Amita wanted more than just a kiss. She couldn’t control her mind. It was going in places Amita had never gone before. Maybe it was a defense mechanism. Perhaps she just didn’t want to truly process what she had just witnessed, the horror of it all. All Amita wanted to think about was Marcus. Right or wrong, he consumed her thoughts.
At the warehouse, they exited the car and entered the building. Amita had hoped to go straight back to her place, but she figured they would speak, and they would want a more secure location.
Back in Jonathan’s office, the talks began. Amita wasn’t really interested in the planning. All she wanted was to act. They chatted for a while. Marcus was into it and seemed to be in his element. Amita was happy for him, but it just wasn’t what she was into or wanted. Amita wanted to free the people and expose the Mara Corp, to remove the slaves. She knew that planning was important, but she had little value to add. It wasn’t that Amita didn’t think she was smart enough, but she was a factory worker, not a tactician. She'd never been to college or trained for anything.
“Amita,” Marcus said. “You have been quiet.”
Amita shrugged. “I just don’t have anything else that you haven’t already been over.”
“Okay,” Marcus said. He turned to Jonathan. “Talk to you tomorrow.”
“Good,” the older man said.
She followed Marcus out of the room and through the building back to his motorcycle. The ride back was nice. Amita enjoyed it even more than before. Gripping his body and hugging him close to her felt great. She wanted more of him, but she knew it would have to wait even though she wanted it now. They were in the middle of something important, something that could change the world, and she shouldn’t be thinking about jumping Marcus and making love to him.
They arrived at her luxurious apartment. Amita still had trouble getting used to the space.
Off the motorcycle, she flipped her hair, and he leaned over and kissed her. It was amazing, his lips hot against hers. His tongue was soft and pleasing.
He pulled away far too quickly. “I was thinking. We should have you take some self-defense lessons. If you want to help, you need to be better prepared.”
Amita hadn’t really thought about it, but he was right. Going out there with no training at all was dangerous. Sure, Amita had body mods now, but so did everyone else here. It didn’t make her all that special.
“Okay,” Amita said. “Just tell me where to go.”
“I’ll pick you up after work and take you.”
Amita smiled. The idea of spending more time with Marcus was great, and she was thankful for that. “Wonderful.”
18
A night to remember
The weeks dragged on for Marcus. So much had occurred, and Marcus loved it all. He kept his promise to Amita and took her every day to the martial arts instructor. It amazed Marcus how fast Amita was learning to defend herself. Soon she wouldn’t need him around at all. Marcus hoped that day was farther away than it was.
Marcus loved spending as much time as he could with Amita. Not only did they go to the gym together, but they went for walks and talked of their lives before they met. Marcus loved learning about her time on the street level.
It shamed Marcus that they treated the people there so badly. He had no idea that they worked seven days a week and lived in such poor conditions. Not to mention the drugs they used. Marcus had been told that Detroit was drug-free. So much for that, and that made him wonder what was going on. Why would they keep this from the people on the upper levels? Clearly the people that lived on level two had this knowledge.
What it really meant was that Marcus had lived a very sheltered life. At least now they were changing that, and making a difference, if only here in Detroit.
Amita was at her Krav Maga class, and Marcus was next to her studying up on his Pankration. Amita’s size didn’t transition well to the type of combat that many of the other modified people learned, but Krav Maga was an excellent choice for her.
Marcus stopped his own drilling to turn to watch Amita. She was working with the instructor; one of the main principles of the martial art was to attack and be mindful of defense. To strike at the weak points of the opponent, and to use anything to a person’s advantage.
At the moment, Amita was striking her attacker in the knee, and then spinning around to elbow the neck. It was one of the most fluid attacks and defenses Marcus had seen from her.
“She’s getting good,” a voice said next to Marcus.
Marcus turned to see Luke. “Didn’t expect you slumming it here.”
Luke shrugged. “I had to see the woman that took you away from me. William mentioned her.”
Marcus smirked. “I’m sure he did.”
“He’s a talker.”
Marcus burst out laughing. “That’s an understatement.”
“I’m glad you found someone, and maybe you could, you know, let some of your friends meet her.”
Marcus had been a bad friend to them. “I’m sorry.”
Luke patted him on the shoulder. “I get it.”
Marcus was lucky that his two best friends were understanding. That made life a lot easier. They knew that he might not talk to them for weeks or even months, but he would always come back.
“Maybe next time,” Luke said. “You have fun.”
Then he was gone.
Amita had glanced over in their direction as they talked. She was bound to ask several questions about Luke.
Sure enough, when she was done it was the first thing she asked. “Who was that? Another member of the Resistance?”
Marcus shook his head. “No. My friend, Luke. He’s the other one that dared me with William to go to the street level.”
Amita nodded. “I see. How come we never hang out with them?”
“I’ve been so focused on you, and the mission at hand. I just haven’t been in the mood to spend time with them.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. They know that I can get laser-focused.”
“Just don’t forget your friends,” Amita said.
Marcus smiled. “I won’t.”
At Amita’s apartment, Marcus held her in his arms. The training they were doing was molding both their bodies. Marcus was always in shape, but even more so now. The same for Amita. She felt much more sculpted as he held her.
Marcus could tell she was more confident in herself. Not just with her body, but her mind. She spoke much more freely now. Not that she wasn’t talkative before. Yet, Marcus saw a difference in her, and it made him even more infatuated with her. Made him want her even more than he had before.
They really hadn’t
talked about it much, but he loved her. In every way possible, and he longed to have her.
Amita looked up into Marcus’s eyes, with a lust in them, and something more. It melted Marcus’s heart. He knew she was the one for him, and always would be, no matter what.
“I love you,” Amita said.
Hearing her say that sent a chill through Marcus, and he loved it. He felt whole and complete. “And I you,” he said. “With all my heart.”
Marcus stared at her with his own lust in him, wanting her physically. Amita leaned up and kissed him. A deep, passionate one. Their lips melted together. Marcus’s heart raced as they shared this moment, and he hoped it would last forever. That it never stopped, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.
“I want you,” Amita purred as she pulled away.
Marcus smiled as his heart skipped a beat. He wanted her too. More than he had ever wanted another woman in the world.
Picking her up, Marcus carried her to the bedroom. For their first time he wasn’t going to just fuck her on the couch. He was going to make love to her in her room, on her bed. Show her how much she meant to him.
In the room, he set her down on the bed, gently. Taking her in. All of her. Body. Mind. Soul. She was stunning, more than that.
“Are you just going to stare at me?” She teased him. Even though Marcus knew she had never even kissed a guy, she knew how to make him want her even more. She was an expert at tugging on his string.
“You’re amazing.”
Amita giggled. “If you say so.”
Marcus took her for a moment longer, before reaching doing to undress her. This was something he was going to treasure; with that in mind, he took his time. Slowly undoing her button on her shirt, and pants. Seeing her in nothing but her bra and panties was nearly too much for him to take. His dick was rock hard, and Amita could see the bulge in his pants.
She licked her lips as she eyed his member. It was her turn to take off his clothes, and unlike him she didn’t take her time. She was savage in her taking off his clothes. Not wasting any time at all.
Before Marcus could even react, his cock was in her mouth. This might be her first time, but she knew what she was doing.
Her tongue tickled Marcus’s penis, and her fingers played with his balls. Marcus was barely able to contain the orgasm that was building in him.
Before he blew his load too early Marcus took control and lay Amita back on the bed and finished taking her clothes off. See her perky breasts with the pink nipples, that were hard as rocks, was intoxicating. Marcus did his best not to stare. Not to gawk at her.
He kissed her feet, and moved up her body. Passing over her pussy, and up to her breasts. Licking her nipples, and letting his hands explore her soft, luscious body.
Then he moved to her lips and kissed her again. Amita moaned as his hands went to her clit and started to play with it. Marcus wanted to let her experience a full, intense orgasm for the first time.
“Marcus,” she moaned as her body shook when she climaxed for the first time.
With that, he plunged his cock deep into her and made love. Thrusting slow and gentle at first. Filling her up with his throbbing dick. Before increasing his speed and intensity.
She screamed out again, and again. Marcus lost track of it all. No idea how many times he came, or she did.
This night was one that he would never forget. Never.
19
Mother, please
Marcus woke in the morning with a broad smile on his face. He had spent the night with the most fantastic person in the world. Amita truly was perfect. She lay next to him, sleeping. He slipped out of her bed.
Last night was one Marcus would never forget. Completing the connection with Amita, being one with her, had made it the most wonderful night of his life. Marcus stood next to the bed and watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her chest. Her body was curled up with her flowing hair covering much of her upper body.
She was truly breathtaking. It wouldn’t last, of course, this happiness, this peace. Today was the day that Amita had been waiting for. Marcus had kept it quiet and had refused to tell her when they would make a move. Marcus figured she’d never sleep if she knew, and she needed as much rest as possible.
First, he’d let her rest for a while longer while he made a few calls to make sure everything was set. Marcus pulled out his encrypted mobile and called Ihor, who answered on the first ring.
“We are still on,” Ihor said.
“Good. How many?”
“Enough.”
“Okay.”
The line went dead, and Marcus returned his attention to Amita and her gorgeous body. He wanted to let her sleep all day. She would kill him if he allowed her to do that, if she missed the action. That was what she was looking forward to.
After a few minutes, Marcus sat next to Amita on the bed. Gently, he tapped her exposed shoulder. She wore nothing but panties. “Time to wake up, my love.”
Amita rolled over, smiling and looking into his eyes. “Morning, sweetheart.”
Her eyes were so intense they melted his heart, as did her smile. Everything about her took his breath away.
“Are you ready to make our first move?” he asked.
Her eyebrows shot up with surprise and excitement. “Am I? You bet I am. I’ve been waiting for two weeks.”
“I know. Get dressed. Something to let you move freely. Be ready in two hours. I have to run back to my place. I’ll be back to pick you up.”
“Okay,” she said. She was up and out of bed in an instant, rummaging in her closet.
Marcus walked over to her and put his arms around her. “Slow down. Breathe,” he said. He kissed her neck. “Don’t rush.”
“I won’t,” she said.
Marcus could feel the excitement oozing from her. She was happy, almost as happy and excited as she had been last night. She wanted this.
“Good.” Marcus spun her around in his arms. He kissed her on her moist lips, a long and loving one. He wanted her again, but it would have to wait. “See you soon.”
The ride back to Marcus’s place was uneventful. Not that it typically wasn’t, but Marcus was on edge. That might be why he kept trying to make sure that Amita wasn’t. Today was a big day, one that might mean he would have to go on the run.
If the Mara Corp found out he was part of the mission, or that Amita was, they surely would have both been taken care of. In the past, Marcus would have thought that meant killed. Now, he wondered if the rumors of death were false. Maybe Keres just had the people enslaved or used for experiments. Both seemed likely, since the bodies of missing people rarely turned up.
Marcus had hoped before this that they just moved to a different city. It wasn’t like New Detroit was the only city in the New Republic. Chicago was still around, though it wasn’t as advanced as New Detroit. The same could be said for many of the old large cities.
Not all had survived the war. Those on the coast had taken the biggest hits. New York City was a wasteland, as was Boston. Farther south on the coast, cities were in a better state but still hadn't fared well. Many of the large cities now were inland.
Marcus had never visited them, though he dreamed about it from time to time. He feared he might see one soon if things didn’t go according to plan.
As he walked into his house on the family compound, Soul greeted him.
“Hey, sorry I left you.”
The cat peered up at him and gave Marcus a look that said, "Leave me again, I’ll kill you."
Marcus hoped she didn’t. Besides Amita, Soul was the most important thing in his life. The cat had helped him get past many of his low points.
With Amita in his life, Marcus wasn’t worried about being sad again. So long as he didn’t lose Amita. Then, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Even though it had only been a short period, she was part of him in so many ways.
Marcus needed a change of clothes and his laptop. While he wasn’t as talented at Ihor, part of the plan req
uired a layered attack. He was just a small piece of it, one cog of a large wheel.
Today, they would free the slaves. It was the best choice, and if they succeeded, they could move on to the facility on level four.
Marcus took a quick shower and dressed. As he was making the final touches to leave, a knock sounded on his door. “One second.”
Marcus peeked and saw his mother. She had a glow to her. Opening the door, he said, “Hello, Mom.”
She entered the place, and Soul trotted over to her. Marcus was sure she took a quick look at his stats to make sure he was still working and didn’t have any new mods. “I noticed you didn’t come home last night.”
Marcus sighed. “I didn’t.”
“Amita.” She bent down and petted the cat. Soul purred loudly.
This was not the time nor the topic that Marcus wanted to discuss with his mother. They were close, and she meant well. That didn’t mean Marcus wanted to talk about Amita with her.
“Mom,” Marcus said. “I have stuff to do.”
His mother stood and looked him in the eyes. She wasn’t as tall as he was, but she intimidated him nonetheless. “Dear, you can make time for me.”
“Mom, I don’t really want to talk about my love life.”
She smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “That’s okay. I understand. I just want some grandkids is all.”
Marcus’s eyebrows shot up. That was the last thing he'd expected. It confused and scared him. He really hadn’t thought his parents cared much about it. Marcus wanted kids too, but not right now. He wasn’t even sure it was ever going to happen, not with what he was about to be part of. It wouldn’t be right to raise kids as he rebelled against the Mara Corp.
“Mom. It’s a little early to be talking about that.”
“If you say so, dear. Just make sure you both know what you want. You aren’t getting any younger.”