A/N: hey people. Here's just a little fluff fic that I thought of last night…it's very faxy. Hope you like it, and please review!!
Disclaimer: I don't own it. James Patterson does…damn. That ruins my day.
I was surprisingly engrossed in my algebra homework when there was a loud knock on my bedroom door.
"I'll be done in a moment, mom!'"
"I'm not your mom.'" replied a familiar voice.
It was Fang. Damn.
I reluctantly made my way over to the door. I knew what he was here about, and I really didn't feel like explaining myself. As I opened the door, I tried to keep my eyes to the ground.
"I'm busy Fang." His warm fingers lifted my chin as he stared at me.
"Whatever. What's wrong?"
No. I refuse to give into him.
"Nothing Fang, please leave." I tried to push him out the door, but he beat me - closing it, and trapping me inside.
"You're not leaving until you talk." He set his jaw, trying to look intimidating. It didn't really work, but I didn't want to damage his already way too big ego.
"I am talking, I'm just not saying what you want me to." I sat down on my bed.
"Feisty today, are we Max? Just tell me what's wrong and I'll leave you alone."
"How about you just shut it and leave now?"
Please leave.
"You do know I can out-talk you in this fight?" he smiled smugly.
I rolled my eyes and sighed, defeated. He wasn't lying. He could easily.
"Fine." I uneasily shifted from defensive to vulnerable in my demeanor. Fang could do that, just with his eyes. But I knew his tricks. When you've known someone for all of your life you get that way.
"Could you please stop touching me all the time? Please?" I pleaded quietly.
I saw a spark in his face and suddenly felt his hand on my thigh. My heart jumped in my throat. He leaned in slowly.
"Like this?"
"Yes Fang, damn it!" With that I jumped up, but he pinned me back down on the bed just as fast.
I tried to struggle free, but he had my shoulders pinned and straddled my waist.
"As an alternative, I could touch you like this..." His mouth was on mine, tongue probing to get in. Without thinking I let him in.
He instantly consumed my fear of it. Of this. Why I left.
When he broke away I let a whine escape.
His forehead on mine, he snickered.
"I thought you didn't want me touching you?"
With a small grin on my face, I went back in for more.