3DISCLAIMER: I do not(and never will) own this wonderful song that Muse wrote, Resistance. It is not mine, and I will never claim it to be. With that being said, enjoy this story, which is loosely based off some of the lyrics and my interpretation of them!
Is our secret safe tonight
and are we out of sight
Or will our world come tumbling down?
Her lips pressed against his in a way that made him forget where he was. It was a kind of kiss that moved through his body like a heatwave, settled in his toes, and made his body warm. Her arms snaked around his back, her fingers drawing little lines up and down his spine. Every inch of his body was hyper aware, and he didn't have the willpower to break this kiss. He crashed his lips back down on hers, drawing her closer with every kiss. His hands wondered to her face to trace the oh so delicate line of her jaw. Her skin was silky smooth under his thumb, and no feeling was more satisfying to him. With a loud sigh, and visible reluctance, he broke the kiss off and stepped back.
Will they find our hiding place
is this our last embrace
or will the walls start caving in?
The moonlight made her face glow. Her features were as soft and delicate as he remembered them each time he saw her. She reached her hands out, trying to bring him back in for another kiss. He looked at her hard then. Her dress was silk, and the moonlight made the light pink color glow. The light blue in her eyes was exaggerated by the deep black of her hair and the paleness of her skin. He couldn't resist her, she was too compelling. Everything about her was. Her laugh, her smile, her energy. It was infectious. He took her hands and pulled her close once again. In a fit of laughter, she broke the hug and pulled him towards the cool waters of the Atlantic. The sand cushioned his feet as they broke out into a run. As soon as his feet hit the water, she pulled him close. Her arms settled around his waist and she buried her head in his chest. It was perfect.. except for one thing.
It could be wrong, could be wrong,
but it should have been right
It could be wrong, could be wrong,
to let our hearts ignite
It could be wrong, could be wrong,
are we digging a hole?
It could be wrong, could be wrong,
this is out of control
It could be wrong, could be wrong,
it can never last
It could be wrong, could be wrong,
must erase it fast
It could be wrong, could be wrong,
but it should have been right
It could be wrong could be….
As he held her, the sound of sirens in the background became more and more pronounced. It had happened. It had actually happened. As she looked into his face, she saw nothing but admiration. No fear, no regret. Just admiration. To her, it was as if he actually thought she was the only girl in the world. The way he looked at her, the way he made her feel. That smile he had on his face every time he saw her. She couldn't believe she had such a good man in her arms, and he was about to be taken away. A flurry of emotion passed through her then. If she really loved him as much as she said she did, why couldn't she let him go? Let him be free? The look in his eyes answered all her questions. He loved her. He would never let her go.
He looked into her eyes as the sirens got louder and louder. At that moment, he didn't care. He just pulled her into his arms and kissed her. The look on her face was one of fright, it was startled as if she wasn't expecting the kiss. It was fearful of what was bound to happen. He would give up anything for the woman in his arms, and he was going to prove it to her. This embrace might be their last, but it meant something. He ran his fingers through her hair, and the scent of her shampoo made its way to his nose. He broke the kiss and buried his face in her hair.
"Be Strong." He whispered. The waves whipped at his feet, the cold water splashing his legs. The lights on the police vehicles were not visible yet, which meant they still had time. "My baby, please be strong."
This time the kiss was more frantic. He knew they probably would never see each other again. He brought her away from the water onto the beach. He laid her down in the sand and time seemed to slow down. He crushed his lips down on hers, tracing the lines of her body as he did so. No one could tell him that he was wrong. The look in her eyes told him that it was right. She responded to his touch and arched into his body. Would he have time to do what he really wanted to? Would he have time to show her how much he loved her before he couldn't?
Love is our resistance
They'll keep us apart and they wont to stop breaking us down
Hold me
our lips must always be sealed
If we live a life in fear
I'll wait a thousand years
just to see you smile again
He drowned out the background as his hands roamed her body. He didn't do much thinking as he held her against him. Small sounds in the back of her throat encouraged him to keep going even though their night was quickly coming to an end. Hesitantly, he pulled away from her. While cupping her face in his hands, he laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Run." He whispered against her cheek. A tear landed gently on him. "I can't," She replied.
She was suddenly jerked to her feet. The sirens in the background were almost there. Who had turned them in? It was forbidden by all means, but who would turn them in? No one knew, did they? She didn't have time to think it through before he picked her up off her feet and ran down the length of the beach. It bought them some time, but who knew how much.
"Listen to me," He put her back on her feet and grasped her face, "You have to go. You can't stay; we knew this was going to happen."
Tears fell silently down her face, "But I didn't know it would be so soon."
He ran his thumb absently down her cheek, wiping away the tears. Waves crashed behind them, the tumult of the sea accurately depicting his inner conflict. After a long thought, he stood up. She looked up at him with pain in her eyes. The soft light against her face brought out the deep blue of her eyes, and in them he saw anger.
"Are you not gonna fight for us, Nick?" She looked at him with wide eyes.
"I fought all I can, Abby. It's time." He gave her one last look as he walked towards the lights. He knew he was doing the right thing. He just didn't know how to convince her of it.
—–
Abby watched as he walked towards his fate. The police cars quickly encircled him, uniformed officers jumped out of their cars and surrounded him, and all he did was stand there. His head was down as they pushed him into the back of one of the cars, and she could hear them Mirandize him as they did so. "You are under arrest for the statutory rape of Abby Taylor" made its way to her ears. The tears that had been silent a moment ago were now body wracking sobs as she watched them drive him away.
"Miss, do you need a ride home?" One lone officer had stayed behind for her. Abby didn't know what to say to him, so she just nodded. "Don't worry, miss, we'll put him away for you."
The words were far from what she wanted to hear. If the car that had Nick in it wasn't so far away, she would have ran after it. No such luck, though. It had long since driven over the bridge. Absently, she stepped into the car, and told the officer her address. Was their little affair worth it? Was it worth all the things she had cost him? She was 17, he was 25, but the age gap wasn't apparent when they were together. Even though it was a forbidden romance from the start, she didn't expect it to end this way. But the real question was, when would she see him again?