WARNING: Although the rest of this story is rated T, I wanted to give this chapter an M rating, for sexual content. This first chapter is basically about Spixie's first night on the couch. It's very tame compared to my other stuff, but I wanted to let you know before you started reading. If love scenes bother you, go ahead and skip to the next chapter. (If you would like to read my more adult fiction you can find it at my website supersoapfans dot com under Spinelli's World. I also post chapters pretty quick at supersoapfans.livejournal dot com.)

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Maxie looked into Spinelli's eyes. They were flooded with concern for her. She had just frantically told him everything about Logan's attack, Lu Lu's self defense and Johnny's cover up. She needed to know that no matter what happened her best friend in the world would help her through it.

"You're safe now," Spinelli breathed, pulling her close and resting his chin on her head. His hands rubbed her back and Maxie could feel the tension leave her body. She melted against him and let him just hold her for the longest time. When she finally looked back up at him he smiled down at her. "Are you okay?" He asked seriously, without a hint of the Jackal.

"I am now," she said. And she knew it was true. She always felt better when she was with Spinelli. She longed to be more like him, so childlike and innocent, seeing the world as a wondrous place where anything was possible. She was momentarily lost in his eyes. She wondered if it was possible. Suddenly she leaned in and pressed her lip to his. The kiss was tentative at first, but when his lips softened and his hands touched her face she wanted more. She flicked her tongue out to taste him and she felt his body flinch. But he didn't stop her. She deepened the kiss, moving her tongue skillfully into his mouth. He followed her lead, matching her every movement. He tasted like orange soda. She giggled.

Spinelli pulled back. "Did I do something--?"

Maxie interrupted by pulling him into another kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved onto his lap, pressing him down into the sofa cushions. She ignored his whimpers, fully aware that she was taking advantage. But that's who she was. She always got what she wanted. To hell with the consequences. And she wanted him. Now. She wanted him to flood her with innocence and make her whole again. Not caring where they were or who might walk in on them she ripped open her blouse and brought Spinelli's trembling hands to her lace covered breasts. He touched her so gently she wanted to scream in frustration. She snapped open the front clasp of her bra.

Spinelli gasped. His hands moved slowly over her milky skin, still too gentle for her taste. She was about to tell him what to do when he suddenly sat up and put his mouth to her. Oh God, that felt good! She arched back and let him devour her. He was starving! She couldn't wait any longer. She grabbed the front of his shorts and opened them in one quick movement. Before Spinelli could say a word she straddled him. He gasped. Maxie cried out as she lowered her body onto his. He filled her completely, something she hadn't expected. She felt him bury his face in her neck. At first she thought he was crying, but when his teeth scraped along her sensitive skin she lost all control.

Sometime later Maxie lay sprawled on top of Spinelli. Everything happened so fast they never bothered to remove their clothes. She looked up at him. Sleeping like a baby. But he was no child. She smiled wickedly. Suddenly she realized what she had done. She had taken their relationship to a place she never wanted to go. She started to imagine all the ways she would eventually destroy him…the way she destroyed everything good in her life. A tear slid down her cheek. "I can't let that happen." She stood up and adjusted her skirt and tried to fix her blouse. She must've wanted him bad to forget she was wearing designer clothes. She watched her friend sleep, letting a few more tears fall. She didn't feel whole. She felt like a worthless user. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Spinelli stretched and rubbed his eyes. Maxie tried to return his smile when he looked up at her. "My love," he said.

She shook her head. "Please don't call me that. This was a mistake. You probably hate me now and I wouldn't blame you. But I just hope you can forgive me—"

Just then the front door swung open and Jason stepped inside. He froze, glancing from Maxie holding her shirt closed to Spinelli sprawled on the sofa. "I interrupted something, didn't I?"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"I gotta go," Maxie stammered as she ran out, leaving a stunned and speechless Spinelli in her wake.

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