Fax Moments

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Just a short and sweet little fluffy rendezvous between Max and Fang.

"Pretty."

I glanced up and couldn't help but smile softly at the sight I saw before me. Fang sat, lounging, against the chimney, his midnight wings spread out and blending into the darkness that engulfed us. His hair was falling into his eyes casually, blown by the warm breeze. He looked like some kind of Greek Adonis, reclining above the world on a golden throne in the heavens- or in this case our roof- surveying all before him impassively.

"Yep." I said eloquently and he quirk an eyebrow and half smile at me, making my heart thump a little louder against my chest. I wasn't sure if he could see my blush but just in case I turned back to the sky that I had been inspecting moments before, now all too aware of his eyes on my back.

It was pretty, too, it was nearly midnight and all the stars were out, twinkling brightly, knowingly almost. The sky was an inky black; the colour of Fang's hair and the moon was high, looking like a giant pearl, hanging in the sky. How's that for romantic, I mean, poetic. Yes, poetic. It was peaceful. Involuntarily I shivered, struck by how quiet it was. I couldn't see the road from here and all I could see were the dark silhouettes of houses and trees. There were no streetlights and the shadows were long.

Suddenly I felt arms circle around me and immediately relaxed into them, knowing it was Fang. I soaked up his warmth, taking comfort in his strong and decidedly (well 98%) human presence at my back. I leant into his chest, relaxing tension in my body I hadn't even known was there.

"You're prettier." His warm breath tickled my ear, causing a stray piece of hair to alight on my cheek, tickling it delicately.

"You're sweet tonight." I commented, teasingly knowing that Fang was trying to make me laugh.

"I mean it, you know." He took hold of my chin gently and turned my head so my head was tilted up and I was looking into his coal black. My breath caught in my throat as I saw what Fang was trying to show me in his eyes; love. His pooling orbs had me drowning in them and I broadcasted my own message, me too.

And before I knew we were kissing, his lips on mine, our bodies moulded together as if made for each other, which in my opinion, they did. Fang was my own personal slice of heaven and I was sure he was probably my own dark angel too. He tasted like almonds and dark chocolate; it was heavenly, like I said, my own slice of heaven. When we were together I always felt the most alive, at my best. Yes, it was confusing as hell but no other time ever gave me soft tingles in my stomach like little butterflies were having a masked ball. His fingers left a trail of sparks on my skin and his lips spoke of long, lazy days and the adrenaline of a fight, of the first snow and the way I felt when my mom hugged me and of the awesomeness of my mom's chocolate chip cookies.

We broke apart, looking into each other's faces, my hands tangled in his hair, his resting on my back. I could have stayed like that forever, content to be in Fang's presence not knowing anything but his love and mine for him. But perfect moments like this aren't meant to last.

"Max? Fang?"

It was my mom, her voice echoing up the stairwell that led to the roof on which now we sat.

Fang and I looked at each other and the minute I looked into his eyes we cracked up laughing silently, not quite sure what was so funny but happy to be laughing. Still laughing Fang grabbed my hand and we made our way to the opening into roof that led to the world of reality, away from the midnight. When we reached it Fang did a courtly bow and gestured in a moment that quite clearly meant, ladies first. I poked my tongue at him, enjoying the piece of childishness and walked with mincing steps down the stairs. He was shaking with silent laughter and followed behind me almost doubled over.

Once on the landing he took my hand and lifted it above our heads. I looked at him quizzically. What did he mean? He gave a little spinning motion with his finger and I obliged, spinning around, my hair fanning out behind me. He bowed again.

"Would you care to dance?"

Giggling (Yes, I , the Maximum Ride, giggled) I curtsied and he began to lead my around in the basic waltz we had learnt in PE only that day. I felt like a princess, not one of the pink sparkly ones, but a real one, regal and dancing with her true love around a stately ballroom. It may sound like something from one of Angel's picture books from when she was little but it's true. I guess the rule applies even for me, every girl wants to feel like a princess.

"You're beautiful." Said Fang and I blushed and this time I let him see it.

"Thanks. I'd say you were too but, hey I'm not sure it's quite appropriate. Will handsome do?"

He didn't give a verbal answer but if his kisses were words I think they were said pretty clear.

The sound of a throat clearing made us break apart and I blushed again as I saw my mom standing in the doorway of the attic. I was ready to defend myself but all she said was.

"It's after midnight." And she walked out again, presumably to join the land of the sleepers.

"I guess it's time for Cinderella to head out." Said Fang

Dubiously I lifted up my sneaker-clad foot. "Will this do for a glass slipper."

"Maybe we should skip that part." He suggests with a charming smile.

"Lets skip the wicked step sisters too, ok?"

"I think we can do that." He replies, flipping his hair out of his eyes and giving me a charming smile that makes my heart melt a little more. "Lets do the happily ever after bit though."

"That one I'll have to think about." I teased and did a little spin. "Escort me home?"

He left at the door to my room with another full blown smile and swift kiss before he blended into the shadows and headed to his own room.