Boundaries
Fang had a new personal goal; he was going to see how far he could push Max until she just snapped. There was something about her that had always made him want to get under her skin the way no one else could, maybe he thought he could lodge there the way she seemed to have invaded his mind. Or maybe he was just being petty…
Either way, he had stopped caring about reasons, he found himself invading her personal space more and more often for reasons innocent enough she couldn't protest, like brushing her chest when he reached for the toast, or sitting close enough their legs brushed before he adjusted, or his personal favorite, breathing into her ear as he read something over her shoulder, which always made her shudder.
Fang thought Angel might be on to him. He had caught her staring at him a few times, and sometimes, when he "accidently" brushed his wing against Max's as the Flock took off, she would shoot him a knowing glance and giggle, which made Max frown, realizing she was missing something, but not knowing what.
Soon, these simple games grew boring, and Fang craved a little more risk as he played. He let his eyes linger on her lips as she spoke, he would reach around her, enveloping her in his arms completely as he reached for a glass. He stroked her hair as she fell asleep watching television.
Max must have noticed, it would have been impossible for her not to notice. Fang had seen her snap at the rest of the Flock for less, let alone those outside of the Flock.
Fang concluded her personal bubble accepted his presence, and didn't even try to guess at the reasons why; although if he asked Angel, he was reasonably sure she would give him an answer.
