AN-Hey all, this is my first (posted) Maximum Ride fanfic! -cheers- Anyway, let me know what you think about it in a REVIEW! Pweaz? -puppy eyes- (and yesh, Fang is very, VERY OOC, and I think Iggy may be also, but... whatev. -crosses eyes-)

Disclaimer- James Patterson owns Maximum Ride and it's characters. The only thing I own is this plot, the MR books 1&2 in hardcover, and several gazillion notebooks. -sulks- Not fair...

"God, it's so hot." Iggy groans from his position sprawled on the cement floor of my basement bedroom, glaring in my general direction as I laugh, then twitching as I flick droplets of water at him.

"Shut up, Igs. Complaining won't make it feel cooler." He pauses, thinking.

"True, but it makes me feel a bit better, especially- hey!" He cries out as I pelt him with ice cubes. "Ouch! Fang, quit it!" Curling into the fetal position, he covers his head, laughing. I stop, rolling my eyes as I lay on my stomach a couple feet away, folding my arms to rest my chin on.

"It couldn't have hurt that much, wimp." He rolls to face me, his sightless blue eyes narrowed.

"It didn't. I was just trying to get you to- ouch! Stop." I snicker at him as he tosses the ice cube back at me. "Mean. So mean." He mutters, flipping to his back with his long limbs stretched out. I crawl toward him, positioning myself so that I'm on my forearms and knees over him; he blinks. "…Fang?" I lean down so my nose is touching his.

"Yeah?" He exhales a shaky breath, his hands gripping my shoulders.

"The- the rest of the Flock…" He trails off, shivering as my mouth ghosts across his cheek.

"They're outside, goofing around with the hose. It's alright." His fingers tighten, digging into the muscles above my wings, and I feel them extend, covering us.

"How long do we have?" He murmurs, and I pull him against my chest, rolling onto my back and curling my wings around him, creating a cocoon of dark feathers.

"All the time in the world." I reply softly, and he grins, cupping my cheeks with his slender hands; his wings extend also, and press along the inside of my own.

"That's so cheesy." I grin back as he leans down, brushing his mouth over my forehead.

"But you love me anyway, right?" He chuckles, nuzzling my throat.

"I think that's why I love you, hun." I just run my hands through his strawberry blond hair in response, and he pulls back a little bit, a slight frown creasing his handsome features. "I do love you, Fang. You know that, right?"

"I know, and I love you, too, Iggs. Always."

"Always." He echoes before our lips meet unhurriedly. I hold my lover closer as the kiss deepens, and his long fingers splay across my chest, tracing my wiry muscles lightly. We explore each other's bodies in peace for a few moments, before-

"Fang! Fang?" Max's voice floats down to us, Nudge's soon to follow.

"Iggy? Where are you?" We break away, and Iggy clenches his eyes shut, frustration clear on his face.

"You didn't lock the door, did you?" I shake my head before I think about it, but Iggy sighs, brushing my dark, overlong hair back gently. "Then we have to go up."

"I'm sorry." I blurt, and he gets an odd look on his face.

"Why? It's not your fault they decided we have to join the- 'fun'."

"Yeah, but it is my fault that they don't know about us." His face softens, and he kisses me lovingly.

"It's alright. I don't think they could handle the idea right now. It's still so soon after- well, you know." There's a brief, slightly uncomfortable silence.

Bang-bang-bang. "Hey, Fang, you and Ig down there?" I groan quietly.

"Yeah. We'll be up in a second." I pull Iggy back down, kissing him quickly before he pulls all the way back, pushing himself up. "I love you." He smiles, offering me his hand; I take it, accepting another kiss after he helps me up.

"I love you, too. Now, let's head upstairs before Max breaks down the door." I laugh, squeezing his hand as we make our way to the stairs. Nothing can ever go wrong now…

AN- So? What do you think? PLEASE R&R! Thankies! -)