Faxness by Crazy-panda-girl3.
Max's POV
"Poke!" Fang yelled as he flew as fast as possible away from me.
Snickering I raced after him, my blonde hair trailing behind me.
I grabbed his waist and dug my fingers in and he squirmed away from my touch.
"sheesh max!" he yelled swiping at my hair but missing. "you're dead!"
He wrapped his arms tight around my waist not willing to let go.
I twirled around to face him looking in his eyes a deep feeling of warmth security and happiness swept over me.
Fang's POV
Max was hot today that look in her eyes was just intoxicating me. She twirled to face me but as she did she whipped me in the face with her silky blonde hair. I leaned in slightly watching her eyes widen in surprise as my lips touched hers. I pulled away slowly teasing her with the closeness of my face. Almost as soon as I had pulled my lips from hers she grabbed the front of my shirt pulling me sharply back into her embrace pressing her lips to mine. I listened to her slight moan as I brushed my tongue along her lower lip tightening my grip on her waist. Her hand slid absentmindedly up my neck into my hair. She sat playing with my hair, twirling it through her fingers. Slowly and carefully I lifted her shirt just an inch, testing her reaction. She winced a little but didn't pull away. I reached carefully up her stomach resting my hands over her chest feeling her heart beat in between my fingers.
Max's P0V
Fang is a disgusting sexist pig. He reached that pathetic hand of his up my shirt. Though it sorta felt good when his hand rested over my chest...sorta...but i love him right?? I shouldn't feel murderous at the touch of his hands. Though who am I to talk?? I ran my hands up his neck and played with his hair. I can't help it!!! It so soft...and silky...drools Eep!! Oops didn't just do that!!?? All you outsiders might think 'ooh Max and Fang!!' but I'm telling you now, I do not love him, he does not love me. End of story. Well not this one but that one you know?? Well I guess you don't but eh??
"Fang!!" I moaned as he brushed his tongue against my lip for the second time.
He pulled his lips away smiling. I feigned interest in Fang's new touchy feely thing and slid my hands over his chest. He closed his eyes and gasped in pleasure. And our probably thinking 'where's the rest of the Flock?'
Yeah? Well they're at the hotel. Me and Fang said we were leaving to get some food. But we got side tracked by our own physical needs. ( note the sarcasm). Anniwaiiz so Fang gasped in pleasure, or at least I thought it was in pleasure until he collapsed to the sand. We were in a circle of tightly packed mangroves on the edge on the beach outside San Diego.