Love and War

Shima sat in the living room, all comfortable and glowing, while I roamed the house pacing around, thinking.

I loved her. To be painstakingly honest, it was the most wonderful things that I'd ever experienced. Probably the only. But there was more. Was love really enough? The world was going through hell and high water because of the machines while I lived comfortably, having passionate sex with the love of my life. It really doesn't sound all that bad, but I knew it was.

"Love is great. Wonderful. Fierce. But- there's a world out there. There's war."

"I know, Koa," she replied, understanding. She walked towards me a she finished. "But it's better to be together in the midst of war, than lonely, fighting it. You never know when anything could happen. I wanted to get away before- anything happened."

"We can't just ignore what's going on. I could be out there, stopping-"

She put her finger over my lips, hushing me. It frustrated me in the most irresistible way.

"You can't stop them. They've become too powerful. Omnipotent. You can't hurt them significantly."

"I wanna try," I said, walking away.

Shima stood in front of the balcony, worried about me. Something was behind her. A floating mechanical eye. She faintly noticed but ignored it as it floated away.

Twenty minutes later she noticed a robot transport stop on the road and open, letting them into the complex.

"KOA!"

I bolted out of my room, I saw one enter through the opposite side of the building and instantly went into defense mode. I grabbed her, covering her mouth as we both crouched low on the ground. I may have been a little forceful but at the end of the day it wouldn't matter. She closed her eyes, panicked.

...Please God...

One of them turned something on. A heat seeking watch, which alerted them to our position.

I opened the door to the ice-room, then shut it as soon as we entered. It was unbelievably cold. On instant, she began shivering, while I handled it, almost worrying more about them at the time. Her shaking got worse, so I clung to her immediately, whispering that it would be okay. We felt their presence right beside us. We hardly moved or breathed. I knew if we stayed in there long enough we'd lose our signal. We also might cryofreeze. I held Shima even closer to me, squeezing and rubbing her, in attempt to keep her warm.

"We can't find them."

"We have to find them. We'll come back later."

I kept holding her as she continued to shiver, trying at the same time to decipher all I could.

"If they aren't here now, they're probably on to us. We may as well let it go."

"Exactly. They're fugitives. They won't stay in one place."

Every ranger left, except that second one. He lingered for a while. I wanted him to just get the hell out so I could make sure Shima was okay. I almost didn't care though. Most times I would've just been happy we got away from that. I was relieved, but not happy. I wasn't letting it go so easily.

"Shima. Shima!"

"Cold…"

She nearly went limp.

I threw Shima in the shower fully dressed, turning it to the hottest temperature I could find. I stepped in with her trying to wake her up.

"Shima, are you alright?"

Steaming, she turned to me, barely alert.

"Yes."

I touched her face, slowly, then kissed her and stepped out. She stopped me.

"Are you okay?"

I wasn't. Actually I was quite perturbed. But I knew she meant physically.

"Yeah," I slowly replied.

I plopped down on my bed, unable to rest.

How could those fuckers do that? Take over all known civilization and terrorize those who merely sought sanctuary? That room was my only defense. Shima almost- thank God she didn't. NOTHING was going to happen to Shima as long as I had a being. All the more reason to blow those assholes to kingdom fucking come.

Shima came in, dry, and laid down next to me. I was all but fumigating. She started kissing me, stomach up. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. I guess this was her way of thanking me. I kissed her back, gently, wearing a pained expression as I ran my hands through her hair and sniffed it, reliving the moment we first met. I was so afraid for her. And as she apparently knew, I was going to fight back. She moved my newly grown long hair as she kissed my neck, unbuttoning herself. She rose up above me, her stomach just on my chin. I was so far from the mood right then, but I wanted it, I wanted her. I entered, slowly, inside her gentler than even our first time.

She fell asleep on my chest, glistening, her sweaty, thick hair almost tickling me. We never spoke on word before or after, as if through sex we'd had our conversation.

And the next morning she woke up without me. She pulled herself closer to the pillow, clinging to it. Tears began to well up in her eyes. I would've told her that nothing was going to happen to me. That everything would be alright. But after that afternoon, how could she believe that?