"Ow, Max! Watch it!" Fang yelled. Max had kicked him in his back somehow, though whether intentionally or accidentally, he didn't know. Probably the former.

It was just the two of them, messing around with their flying techniques in the cover of midnight darkness. They'd gotten bored and were now trying to see how long they could last in a vertical stack.

"Sorry, Fang," she called back, not laughing but not sounding the least bit sorry. Shaking his head and mumbling about "Stupid vertical stacks," he swooped forward and up.

"You're no fun, Fang," Max muttered. He was flying in front of her, upright and not going anywhere. He knew that if it weren't for the half-moon, she wouldn't be able to see him at all. This would be due to his black wings, black hair, and black outfit. Completely Fang.

"You disappeared on me, Fang. Where are you?" Chuckling, he swooped under her, managing to fly with his back facing the ground. She smiled, but he flew back up almost immediately. Flying upside down like that is really hard.

"Let's go somewhere. The park trees?" Fang asked, his voice no louder than the soft rustling of the wind.

"Sure." He grinned, changing directions slightly. She followed him, and a few minutes later, they were swooping down on to the humongous top tree branches in silent grace. "So... what's up?" Max asked after they had settled on to the branches, side-by-side but not touching. Which, unfortunately, was exactly the opposite of what Fang wanted.

"Nothing," he said, with a barely perceptible shake of his head. He was hoping, though he would never admit it, that Max saw through the lie. What he really wanted was to kiss Max, hold her, feel her soft body against his. Never going to happen, so stop torturing yourself! He thought, though it didn't do anything to keep the thoughts of Max out of his head.

He felt, rather than saw, since he was staring at the moon, Max shift beside him. When he turned to look at her, he saw that she had angled herself so her body was facing his side, her eyes locked onto his face. "I don't believe you." She leaned forward, so close that he could feel her breath on his cheek. It caused his own breathe to hitch. Good god...

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward until his face was only about two centimeters from hers. Her eyes widened slightly, and her breathe caught in her throat. Normally this would make him smirk, but right now, he was too preoccupied with the fact that he was this close to girl he's been in love with for the past six years.*

He took the fact that she didn't pull back as a good sign and closed the rest of the distance between them. He forced himself to keep the kiss light, even though he wanted so much more. Neither one of them could breathe, even though it wasn't a heavy kiss at all. No, it was the pure bliss and astonishment of being so close to each other** .

Max, to Fang's complete and utter astonishment, leaned in a little farther and actually kissed him back. She brought her left hand up to his cheek, and slowly slid it back until she had it entwined in his hair. Her other hand quickly joined. He placed his hands on her elbows, sliding one back until it was resting on her wing, right above her shoulder blade. The other entangled itself in her long, silky hair. Max tugged at his hair slightly, and he pulled her closer, until finally she shifted so she sat in is lap, straddling him. He gasped as she moved, unable to help himself from sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. They were still kissing, and it was quickly heating up. After thoroughly tangling one hand in his hair, Max trailed her other hand down his chest until it reached the hem of his shirt. Also known as the beginning of his jeans. Oh f***. He stopped breathing as her hand slipped under his shirt, splaying flat against his stomach and slowly exploring upward. He didn't stop her, and continued to kiss her back fiercely.

By the time Fang realized it, his hands had already moved down her back to the hem of her shirt. He didn't want to push her too far, but goddamn it if he couldn't stop. Once he slipped under her shirt, his fingers traced random patterns on the small of back. He felt her shudder against him.

Max pulled back with a wild gasp. Her eyes darted franticly between his, as if looking for something. After a minute of them both panting like they had run a marathon, she asked between breaths, "What... the ... hell... was that?"

Fang closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against hers, fighting to make his brain come up with a straight answer as well as his lungs to work. He thought about saying sorry, but for what? She could have easily pulled back, but instead she encouraged him by pulling him closer. And besides, he sure as hell wouldn't mean it.

*I don't know how long he's been in love with her in the actual books, so that is just a completely random guess.

**I sound like a freakin' cheesy poet there, don't I?All right! I'm BACK! Lol. Anywhos, HUGE thank you to Wingedwolf1, CrazyCross213, Karmao, toolazytosignin, 1234, skafreak10, and Fax D for being my first ever reviewers! AND ALL OF THE LOVELY AMAZING REVIEWERS AFTER THAT! And, yes, I know I'm crazy, for all of you out there thinking that.