Summary:
In the spirit of Valentines, I chose to combine fluff, crack! and cream in this special 7-course meal. Verry Fluffy, funny and creamy.
M/A-centric. May contain traces of Lime, Logan and green MMs.
Warning: infrequent, inexplicit sexual references.
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel, any of it's affiliates, charactors or episode names. I just added some cream for non-profit fun and games. This is done without the intention to offend anyone, or harm the integrity of the television series.
The Seven Uses of Whipped Cream.
C.R.E.A.M.
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Manticore alumni were not trained to celebrate, to organise dinner parties or attend movie nights. It had just never seemed important enough to Lydecker or the other handlers to incorporate it into the schedule. Some of the transgenics, however, fuelled by Max's encouragement to be free, happy and human, had taken it upon themselves to organise family fun events for their fellow residents of Terminal City. They didn't always get it right, but at least they had fun trying.
Alec was still smirking at the announcement of the latest event:
ALL TRANSGENICS WELCOME TO THE
CHICK and POT –LUCK
Bring your own!
Dinner or Dessert
To share and be merry!
The only catch was the Max had roped him into helping her cook a dish to bring, as their contribution to the sharing and being merry. Apparently, it was the honourable thing to do as leaders of Terminal City. In order to maintain Max's strangely good behaviour, Alec made sure to buy everything on the list she had prepared for him. He had been volunteered for the special supply run to collect one bonus special item per transgenic. It was for the holiday cheer and a rare treat; it brought happiness and hope to the group of mismatched mistakes and ex-military equipment. So, that was how Alec found himself inside the post-pulse wall mart with Cain, one of the other X5s, and a basket on his arm; looking much alike to a pair of metro stay-at-home dads.
Alec smirked at the look etched across the cashier's face, as she clearly wondered what the pair of them was planning to make out of ham hocks, pixie sticks, wasabi, tartar sauce, whipped cream and chocolate rice-pops. Not to mention all the other odds and ends on the transgenic wish list.
An hour later, the young alpha male was standing outside Max's TC apartment; holding their bonus items and a few things he had managed to rustle up from the kitchen warehouse. Max's choice item of pleasure was a box of chocolate fudge mix, so, of course, Alec's was the large spray-can of whipped cream. He sighed, prepared himself for the worst, and knocked on the door.
He was surprised when it didn't explode or even hiss at him, instead it opened to reveal Max in her gym outfit; her excitement glowing slightly, from beneath the Manticore mask.
"There you are." She said simply, allowing him access into the small main room of the apartment. He put the hodgepodge of treasure on the bench that walled the small kitchenette, before obeying Max's order to
"Hurry up and wash your hands, Alec. We don't have all day." Max was already putting odds and ends into the large bowl on the counter, while reading the instructions on the packet mix. There were already a couple of decorative clumps of flour in her chocolate-coloured hair.
"What do you want me to do?" Alec offered his assistance, smirking at the scene before him. Underneath the mask of self preservation, it wasn't a smirk of mockery or ridicule, but a smile induced by the incredible cuteness of the woman before him. What can a poor fanfic-author say? He was completely whipped, just like the cream. Still is, I hear.
Max instructed him to play fetch with different utensils, cooking equipment and ingredients as she poured, stirred and somehow conquered the battle of the chocolate fudge. So, half an hour later, as the bowl of gooey brownness sat congealing in the refrigerator, Max and Alec sat, exhausted, on the floor of the kitchenette.
"Whipped cream while you wait?" Alec offered; a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Max raised an eyebrow, before grinning and swiping the spray can out of his hand. Turning it upside down, she applied her transgenic strength to do what she was born to do: squirt whipped cream into her mouth, until it was dribbling down her lips. Swallowing, Max turned and looked at Alec innocently, offering the can back to him. Alec swallowed, bidding the images in his head to run away and play with the fairies, leprechauns and everything else that only exist in dreams and fantasies. Pulling his Manticore mask down further, and wishing it was long enough to cover not only his emotions but his unbidden excitement as well, Alec smirked back, wiggling his eyebrows at how inappropriate Max looked. So Max rolled her eyes in jest, and squirted cream down his transgenic nose like war paint. Alec narrowed his eyes and glared at her before grinning evilly; inflicting Max with the torture of tickles. She squealed, swatting him and pulling away; giggling and laughing. Alec chased her; the whipped cream can left discarded on the floor.
He caught up with her in the bedroom, pushing her backwards onto the bed; straddling her and tickling her mercilessly.
"Stop it!" She squealed between fits of laughter, "Alec, stop it! Get…off…me!" she gasped out, before she managed to exert enough strength to roll the transgenic male over and under her.
"Gotcha now." Max grinned, as she avenged her poor, tickle-worn body. Alec laughed, as her fingers worked their evil magic against Alec's shirt. He let her abuse him for a short while before flipping them back over. Unfortunately, he did not remember where the end of the bed was until they landed on the floor with a resounding thwack. Max groaned; lying next to him on the floor, sore and laughed out.
"Sorry," Alec whispered, sheepishly, as he propped himself up to look at her. There was a moment when time stood still, and their eyes caught each others. Then, Time started to mist, and melt in giddiness as Alec's lips crashed softly against Max's own; tasting her and the white, fluffy goo still covering them.
Max's heart flutters as she lies there, trying to catch her breath before it runs too far out of reach. She hoped with all her transgenic heart that this meant her secret, unbidden feelings were not unrequited. Alec just smirked and licked the remainder of the whipped goo from his lips.
"Thanks for the cream, Max."
t.b.c in Some Cream Required.
COMPETITION!!-
In the spirit of whipped cream and valentines, I have decided to incorporate a small game into this fic. In your review, write the name of a movie or four. Instead of one of the words in each movie title, supplement with Cream, Whipped or Whipped Cream.
EG: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets = Harry Potter and the Cream of Secrets.
Or
She's the Man = Cream the Man, She's the Cream or She's the Cream Man
The funniest entry by my judging, and a guest judge, will win the opportunity to read the next chapter a day early. All entries will be mentioned in the next post. Closes this time tomorrow (2pm by Sydney time zone, which is about 7pm in USA, i think...). Within two hours the winning entry shall recieve a PM with the next chapter, for their enjoyment. :)
Next Chapter will be up the day after, and if this goes well, I shall repeat the competition with the next chapter.