Meetings: Chapter One
It had been going on for a while now. Right underneath everyone's nose, but maybe that's why it was always so good. They had been waiting until the dead of the night, every night for weeks, just for moments like these.
When her door would slowly open - the only well-oiled one in the house - and it would appear like there was no-one there, and then soft footsteps would make their way over to her as the door clicked shut. And there he would be. There, in all of his glory. Fang; her dark knight, a devilish grin on his face as he looked her up and down from where he was, in his position by the bed.
Mostly, they'd leave the TV on in the background; to cover up the noises, just in case someone woke up. With Russell Howard playing in the background, no-one would wonder what the two of them were doing in Max's room. Everyone knew that Max and Fang adored Russell Howard. Or rather, Max adored Russell Howard, although Fang only really like him because Max did.
Max had been getting increasingly more inventive with ways to torture him until she could be sure that he would make their nightly meetings. Subtle things that no-one else picked up on, but were enough to drive him nearly over the edge. The way her hand seemed to ghost over all of his lower body under the table at dinner.
The way that when they were sat watched a film and she was curled up on his knee - every soft curve and sharp angle of her pressed against him - and then she would wriggle, ever so slightly, but in just the right way. Hitting just the right places.
The way that she'd walked around for the latter part of the evening, when it was just her, Iggy and Fang awake in nothing more than her bra, a tank top, some hot pants and some tube socks; her wings slightly unfolded, giving her the look of a fallen angel.
Not particularly Max-like, but hey. She was every guys dream, and she was his. He was never letting her go, and he made sure that she knew that.
She was splayed across the bed now, managing to sit comfortably against the head-board and look smoulderingly sexy at the same time. How she pulled it off, he would never know, but she did it well.
"I'm liking the new outfits," Fang said gently, crawling across the bed towards her - his hearing, currently tuned into her heartbeat, caught the way that it was suddenly thundering. "Although if I had my way, you'd be wearing them a lot more often."
She slid down the bed a little, rising to meet him as he crashed his lips down to her, her wings fanning out for a moment in pleasure as his did the same, and then folding back into the crevice alongside her spine.
A moment of contact was all it took for things to get passionate.
The kiss was a battle of tongue and willpower, with her finally relenting and giving Fang the dominance that he so often managed to demand from her. He was the only one that she would ever give into in such a way, and he was glad of that fact.
He crawled further forward, until she was lying flat across the double bed, her head lying against the pillow, and her knee resting against his hip on one side as he pressed her down into the mattress - his gentle grinding nothing if not a small indication of what was to come.
Her hands trailed from the bottom of his torso up, lifting his shirt as they journeyed - soon followed by her mouth, as she placed small, open-mouthed kisses all the way up to his neck, and slipped his shirt off. Their lips met again, more urgent than before - her fingers running through his feathers, and Fang pulled away first, more determined than ever to re-instate control of the situation.
Her neck was bare for him, and it took only a mere second for him to locate her sweet-spot; licking it gently, before biting down just hard enough to have her writhing beneath him, before smoothing the marks once more with his tongue. His mouth journeyed down, along her collarbone, and down to her cleavage. Leaving one final kiss there, Fang wriggled himself down so that he was in the perfect position to admire the way that her tank-top had ridden up, exposing her toned stomach.
He wasted no time in making use of this convenience, leaning forward once again the kiss up to the waistband of her shorts, and gradually pushing her shirt up as he did so. He was pleased to note, as his mouth stopped to concentrate on her belly button, but his hands continued, that she had gotten rid of her bra at some stage of the night - it would only make things easier for Fang.
Her shirt was removed moments later, joining his on the floor as his mouth met hers for a third time.
His mouth still joined to hers, his hand ran teasingly along her body; skimming past her breasts, and all the way down - making her shiver as he gently tugged on the waistband of her shorts, and then let them ping back. She wriggled a little, and Fang almost mistook it as an attempt for control, before realising that she was simply shifting so that her other leg lay in the same position as the first, knees squeezing against his hips as she writhed.
She was getting impatient, and as much as Fang loved to see her squirm, so was he, so he separated their mouths and calmed his gasping by kissing his way back down her body. Finally, he reached the waist-band of her shorts, and didn't even hesitate before slipping them down, and off.
Once again, she was exposed to him, and he was in a position where his boxers were uncomfortably tight.
Gently, he kissed the inside of her thigh, before switching to the other side, gradually moving upwards until he was finally face-to-face with her core. Allowing himself a small grin, he leant forward to gently tug on her clit with his teeth - his hands holding her hips to the bed, and her hands scrabbling at his own as she writhed beneath him.
Grinning again at her reaction, he licked and kissed the small nub before gently licking it, and beginning to move his tongue gradually downwards. Finally, his tongue sleeping deeper inside her, and she let out a small moan as he began to move it inside her, and one of his hands moved to the centre of her stomach to keep her pinned, whilst the other moved to play with her now vacant clit.
Only a few moments later, she climaxed, and he lapped up as much of her as he could - tasting her in his mouth, and loving every moment of it.
A few seconds later, she began to move again, her panting having slowed. Without caution at all, she removed his boxers. Finally freeing him, as he leapt out to greet her. She grinned a little, commenting that he was "as eager as ever", before moving so that her legs were on either side of his and gradually pushing him back into a sitting position.
He had no doubt that she could taste herself on his tongue, but she seemed to be paying it no mind as she ground her core against his leg - eliciting a moan from him. Both of their wings were spread as wide as the small space would allow now, flapping every once in a while in pure ecstasy.
"Max," He hissed as she pulled her mouth away from his, sucking gently on his pressure-point. "You're fucking killing me here."
She grinned into his mouth as she pulled him in for another open-mouthed kiss that left him gasping. Finally, having had enough, he roughly grabbed her hips and repositioned himself so that her next grind had him sliding straight into her. Both of them moaned together, Max's filled with a slight element of surprise that didn't seem to be changing the fact that she was loving every moment of this.
Kissing her again, he began to move inside her, and she moved with him - arching herself against him, as the two of them moved perfectly in time.
Ten minutes later, and the two of them were collapsing tiredly against her bed. Fang could see that Max was way on her way to sleep already, as he curved his body to fit around hers, pulling the covers out to protect her from the cold she had yet to notice.
"'Love you," She mumbled almost incoherently, and Fang couldn't help but smile as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her forehead.
"I love you too, Max. Now go to sleep, baby."
Only now did he notice the bags under her eyes, and a mental review showed that she'd been slipping a little lately when it came to noticing that Iggy and The Gasman were up to their old tricks again. Blowing lightly against the back of her neck in a way that he knew would help send her to sleep, Fang reminded himself not to bother her tomorrow night. As much fun as the nights in her room were, her health was more important.
After all, she was his soulmate, and it was his job to care for her.
He smiled slightly to himself as she pulled the covers a little tighter to her body subconsciously, and tucked them gently around her – careful not to wake her as his hand drifted from the blanket to her bare arm.
He traced the scars that lay there, each of them seeming to only add a little more to her dangerous beauty. He recalled the fights that they were from and frowned to himself, unable to stop himself from feeling a fierce protectiveness of the beautiful girl lying in his arms.
It was something that he'd always had to struggle with, but he knew better than to express it aloud. Max would kill him.
Grinning slightly at the thought, he grabbed his sweatpants that he'd left in here last time and slipped them and his shirt back on, kicking all other remnants of their night under the bed before climbing back into bed with Max.
She instinctively cuddled closer to him, blinking her eyes open a little as she rolled over to lay her head on his chest and fell asleep again quickly.
"Wow." Fang thought to himself. "She really is tired."
Kissing her gently on the head, Fang pulled her a little closer before allowing himself to relax and be dragged into the realms of sleep.