Her Rebel

“I’ll move your things tomorrow,” I say, and she laughs.

It’s the most beautiful and pure thing I’ve heard in a long time. Not since we were children. I shouldn’t be thinking with my cock right now, but god, how I want to push her against the wall behind her and taste her sweetness.

She turns to look at me, biting her lip for a moment. “I often give medical care from my place. Can I do that here?”

I nod. She can do anything she wants from here as long as she’s here.

As I give Minnie the tour of the building she tells me about her work and what she does. The fact that she has to get married soon makes anger ignite inside me. Thinking of her with another male, especially one of those elite fuckers, makes me see red. I’ve never felt rage and jealousy like this, but in one second I’m ready to start a war. The Regime fuckers have taken so much from us. From me. They can’t have her, too. I’ll burn down their city before that happens. I keep my anger and the depths of my feeling hidden from my face. I know it would scare my Minnie.

There’s so much I want to tell her, but I need to make sure she hasn’t been completely taken by the Regime. I must assure myself she’s still loyal to her people. She has no idea, but I’m the leader of the Insurgence, and by being in this very room with me her life is in danger. But I need her, and though it puts her in danger, I have to have her. She’s meant to be here with me. At my side. She is the light to the darkness I feel inside me.

She’s here under the pretenses that I’ll teach her the history of the movement and help counsel her on ways to resist. But I’ve got my own agenda as well. She’s going to be by my side as we lead the Insurgence, and she’s going to be mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I do teach the kids who come here about our side of the story and what we want our future to be. But also, they help me pass on information. I’m going to do what I can to make sure Minnie stays with me, and by the time I need to move again, she’s going to be ready to come with me. I just need a little time to make her see.

When we get to the back of the building, I show her my bedroom. “You can stay in here while you train.” My eyes flash over to the bed.

I don’t have many possessions and my room is pretty simple. But I have all the things I need and it’s clean, which is more than I can say for a lot of people on this side of the wall. She looks over the sparse room and then at me with a smile on her face.

“Everything is so nice here. Thank you.”

If she recognizes the room was mine, she doesn’t say anything about it. Hopefully I can explain to her we’re going to be sharing the bed once I get her in here permanently. I don’t want to push. She only just agreed to stay here, and a little more easily than I thought she would. I study her face. Maybe she remembers me. She’s years younger than me, but maybe she feels the pull between us. That has to be it. How could she not? It’s like a living thing around us.

“It’s already dark out,” I say as I take a step towards her. The flickering lights of the candles silhouette her face. “It’s not safe for you to walk home now,” I lie. No one on this side of the wall would dare touch her since I spread word she’s mine.

“I didn’t realize the time.” Her eyes are apologetic, but that’s not what I’m after.

“You’ll stay here with me then.” I place my hand above her head on the frame of the door, moving in closer to her. I want to breathe in her sweet scent because it calms me like nothing else.

When I glance down at her scrubs, I see a hint of ink on the skin she has hidden. “What’s this?” I ask, gently pushing away the fabric to show the wings of a bird.

“Oh, that’s nothing.” She dismisses it, her eyes shifting away from me, but she doesn’t make a move to stop me from looking.

“A sparrow?” I ask, then see the light in her eyes as they come back to mine, pink rising to her cheeks.

She licks her lips and I lean down. I want to kiss her. I grip the frame of the door so hard I’m shocked it doesn’t break under my grip, but I don’t want her to run from me. So instead of pressing my lips to hers, I whisper in her ear. “The most beautiful bird I’ve ever seen.”