A/N: I hated the tense that I wrote the story in so I went and changed it.
Now I can live with myself again. Nothing else has changed.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel or it's characters. I just like to fantasize about them.
Summary: Max is lonely. M/A sex and angst…kinda.
Rating: R
*****
I was awake. He was stirring beside me. I closed my eyes. I really didn't want to talk to him right now. I didn't want to look at him either. I was scared of what I would say or do. This lack of control was terrifying. I can't…
*****
I was having a bad day. This damn virus was killing me. After everything I've sacrificed in order to have a semi-normal life, this virus came along and was slowly destroying the one relationship I was trying to build.
Zack was gone. It took me less than five minutes to make the decision but now I would spend hours rethinking it. I missed the mindless sex. I missed the silent camaraderie, the freedom. I missed *him*. Maybe there was a way to work things out. Was I so into Logan that I didn't even considered any of them? I guess I would have the rest of my life to answer that question. The rest of my life…it looked so lonely now.
I was so tired of being alone. Friends were fine. I had plenty of those, but I wanted someone I could come home to. Zack kind of filled that need whenever he was in town, but now I had no one. I was hoping that Logan might want the job permanently but, even if he did want it, it's pretty hopeless right now.
I walked with Alec to his place. I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't go home. I wasn't ready to face another night of sleeplessness wondering why I was alone. Even Alec's smart-ass comments weren't a deterrent.
His apartment wasn't what I expected. I looked over the place while he got us some drinks. 'Why am I here?' I asked myself again as I sat and drank and half-listen to Alec. 'I wonder if he ever gets lonely? Probably not,' I answered myself. 'Not with all the action he gets.'
"Are you listening to me?" His voice interrupted my train of thought. "What's up, Max? Problems in Logan Land?"
I looked at him. "I don't know what you mean."
He smirked. There's just something about his smirking that made me boil. I realized that this was a bad idea and got up to leave.
"Wait! Did I say the wrong thing?"
He got up to follow me. He laid his hand on the door, stopping me from opening it. I could feel him behind me, the heat of his body over mine. I was tempted to scoot back a little—to touch him. 'That would blow his mind.' I grinned. And then I frowned. 'What the hell was wrong with me?'
"Get off me." I turned around and he was up against me. I could feel him. It threw me for a loop. I grabbed onto him while I got my balance. 'God, I've missed this.' I swallowed a moan, but I knew he heard it because his arms wrapped around me.
"Max?"
He wasn't sure what to do. I almost laughed. This situation was just so whacked. I slowly moved closer. His heat was too seductive. I couldn't resist it. It felt so nice, so warm. I was tired of being alone, of thinking. I had made up my mind. My hands traveled to his neck, up to his head, my fingers grabbed on to his hair. I pulled him down to me. I could see his eyes widen slightly before our lips met.
His lips were tentative and unsure. I didn't care. I teased a bit and then dug in. His mouth was a banquet and I was a starving woman. I thought he became hungry, too, because he was matching my enthusiasm. Our tongues fought and made up. We slid over one another, caressing and tickling and arousing each other. I didn't want to stop kissing him.
His hands strayed to my back, under my shirt. Hands on my skin…it was Heaven. He slowly guided us back into the room on the way to his bedroom. He held me against the wall while I attacked his pants. His mouth left mine to trail down my neck. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to lift it. Our eyes met as I raised my arms to help him. I could see the hesitation there.
"Max…"
I pulled his head down again for another kiss. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to hear his questions. My hands returned to his pants, and he returned to walking us back to his bed. Somewhere along the way I lost my bra and he lost his shirt. By the time we reached the bed his pants were around his ankles.
We crashed onto the bed. His mouth trailed down the length of my throat, stopping for a bit at the collarbone. He traced it with his tongue, and moved on down to my breasts. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I became boneless. I sighed. If I could have lift my hand I would have held him to me. As it was I couldn't even open my eyes.
His hands were busy trying to unfasten my pants while his mouth stole my will. Just when I was almost completely enraptured, he bit me. Hard. I jerked. My hands went to grab his head. I could feel his smile against my breast. I was about to throw him off me, when he began to suck on the bite. I melted again. My fingers entangled in his hair as he coaxed my hips up to pull off my pants.
He lowered himself onto me and it felt glorious. I could feel him hard and hot against me. It thrilled me. His mouth traveled back up to mine and I aggressively attacked it. I bit at his lips and his tongue. He moaned into my mouth. His hands traveled to my hips to arch me into his first thrust. I gasped. I clawed at his back and urged him on with my hips. We crashed into each other until we're both exhausted.
*****
He was turning to me. What am I going to do now? What would I tell Logan? What excuse would I have? How would I deal with Alec? A lone tear slipped down to my ear.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel or it's characters. I just like to fantasize about them.
Summary: Max is lonely. M/A sex and angst…kinda.
Rating: R
*****
I was awake. He was stirring beside me. I closed my eyes. I really didn't want to talk to him right now. I didn't want to look at him either. I was scared of what I would say or do. This lack of control was terrifying. I can't…
*****
I was having a bad day. This damn virus was killing me. After everything I've sacrificed in order to have a semi-normal life, this virus came along and was slowly destroying the one relationship I was trying to build.
Zack was gone. It took me less than five minutes to make the decision but now I would spend hours rethinking it. I missed the mindless sex. I missed the silent camaraderie, the freedom. I missed *him*. Maybe there was a way to work things out. Was I so into Logan that I didn't even considered any of them? I guess I would have the rest of my life to answer that question. The rest of my life…it looked so lonely now.
I was so tired of being alone. Friends were fine. I had plenty of those, but I wanted someone I could come home to. Zack kind of filled that need whenever he was in town, but now I had no one. I was hoping that Logan might want the job permanently but, even if he did want it, it's pretty hopeless right now.
I walked with Alec to his place. I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't go home. I wasn't ready to face another night of sleeplessness wondering why I was alone. Even Alec's smart-ass comments weren't a deterrent.
His apartment wasn't what I expected. I looked over the place while he got us some drinks. 'Why am I here?' I asked myself again as I sat and drank and half-listen to Alec. 'I wonder if he ever gets lonely? Probably not,' I answered myself. 'Not with all the action he gets.'
"Are you listening to me?" His voice interrupted my train of thought. "What's up, Max? Problems in Logan Land?"
I looked at him. "I don't know what you mean."
He smirked. There's just something about his smirking that made me boil. I realized that this was a bad idea and got up to leave.
"Wait! Did I say the wrong thing?"
He got up to follow me. He laid his hand on the door, stopping me from opening it. I could feel him behind me, the heat of his body over mine. I was tempted to scoot back a little—to touch him. 'That would blow his mind.' I grinned. And then I frowned. 'What the hell was wrong with me?'
"Get off me." I turned around and he was up against me. I could feel him. It threw me for a loop. I grabbed onto him while I got my balance. 'God, I've missed this.' I swallowed a moan, but I knew he heard it because his arms wrapped around me.
"Max?"
He wasn't sure what to do. I almost laughed. This situation was just so whacked. I slowly moved closer. His heat was too seductive. I couldn't resist it. It felt so nice, so warm. I was tired of being alone, of thinking. I had made up my mind. My hands traveled to his neck, up to his head, my fingers grabbed on to his hair. I pulled him down to me. I could see his eyes widen slightly before our lips met.
His lips were tentative and unsure. I didn't care. I teased a bit and then dug in. His mouth was a banquet and I was a starving woman. I thought he became hungry, too, because he was matching my enthusiasm. Our tongues fought and made up. We slid over one another, caressing and tickling and arousing each other. I didn't want to stop kissing him.
His hands strayed to my back, under my shirt. Hands on my skin…it was Heaven. He slowly guided us back into the room on the way to his bedroom. He held me against the wall while I attacked his pants. His mouth left mine to trail down my neck. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to lift it. Our eyes met as I raised my arms to help him. I could see the hesitation there.
"Max…"
I pulled his head down again for another kiss. I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to hear his questions. My hands returned to his pants, and he returned to walking us back to his bed. Somewhere along the way I lost my bra and he lost his shirt. By the time we reached the bed his pants were around his ankles.
We crashed onto the bed. His mouth trailed down the length of my throat, stopping for a bit at the collarbone. He traced it with his tongue, and moved on down to my breasts. When his mouth closed over my nipple, I became boneless. I sighed. If I could have lift my hand I would have held him to me. As it was I couldn't even open my eyes.
His hands were busy trying to unfasten my pants while his mouth stole my will. Just when I was almost completely enraptured, he bit me. Hard. I jerked. My hands went to grab his head. I could feel his smile against my breast. I was about to throw him off me, when he began to suck on the bite. I melted again. My fingers entangled in his hair as he coaxed my hips up to pull off my pants.
He lowered himself onto me and it felt glorious. I could feel him hard and hot against me. It thrilled me. His mouth traveled back up to mine and I aggressively attacked it. I bit at his lips and his tongue. He moaned into my mouth. His hands traveled to my hips to arch me into his first thrust. I gasped. I clawed at his back and urged him on with my hips. We crashed into each other until we're both exhausted.
*****
He was turning to me. What am I going to do now? What would I tell Logan? What excuse would I have? How would I deal with Alec? A lone tear slipped down to my ear.