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Summery

TWO SHOT – Max/Mathilda. AU. One night, two different points of view. Why is it letting go is always the hardest thing to do? Like all of my work this is just something that happened to float through the empty void inside my head, it was inspired by a picture of Matilda that can be seen on my home page. Like it or hate it please R and R as honest opinions are always welcomed.

Muse: Max and Matti, huh? Sounds cute.

Lamb: Yeah that's what people tend to think.

Muse: Why? What have you done this time?

Lamb: Not telling. You'll just have to read and find out. Now Dedi if you please.

Dedi: Just for the record I don't trust you Lamb. Anyway this fic is dedicated to shadowphoenix101, just cus we luv her so much. So shadowphoenix101 this is for you.

Lamb: As always sorry for any bad spelling and if you feel the need to through thing at me please wait until I've hidden behind the sofa kay!?

Muse: On with the fic!

All this pain begins to feel like pleasure,

With my tears you'd make a sea a desert,

Salt my wounds and I'll keep saying thank you,

Seeing It From Both Sides

Chapter One: Hopeless Case

Max stood outside of the apartment, clutching her note in his hands.

I'm leaving in the morning, it read. If you want to see me one last time, you know where to find me.

Yes, he mused, he knew where to find her. And he had come, thinking that he wanted to see her more than anything. But now that he was here, he was more than a little nervous. But this was her last night in town and it was true that he would probably never see her again. Summoning his courage, he put her note in his pocket and knocked on her door.

"Come in," a sultry voice called from inside. He opened the door and was immediately surprised. All of the lights were off and there was no sign of anyone in the apartment. She always did like making grand entrances, but this time, he was a little unnerved. Shrugging it off, he wandered around the room, examining the place. Not much had changed since the last time he had been here, although it had been almost a year ago.

Has it been a year already? he wondered. It seemed like only yesterday that he had last been here. He made his way to the front window and stared at the city below. Everything looked the same as it had back then. Even he had not changed since then. He was still madly in love with her, still caught up in her spell, still her prisoner. He let his mind drift back to their shared past.

He had first met her when they were both in high school. They had been in the science club together. He had liked her the moment he saw her. She was beautiful, smart, funny, talented, everything he could ever hope for a girl to be. Soft pale pink hair, cut short and choppy around her face adding to the pixie like air she gave off. He had fallen hard for her. He followed her around like a lost little puppy, hoping that one day she would return his feelings. He was still waiting for her even after she graduated. He began to lose hope, but he continued to try anyway. He had talked to her online when they were still in school, and now it was his only connection to her. He talked to her every chance he could. Soon, it seemed like she had relented. Sure enough, they began to get together in person. For Max, it was a dream come true. She went off to college that next school year, but the campus was close to home so she would come home on weekends and holidays.

Their first time was on one such occasion. It was her Christmas present to him. Max had readily agreed, though he was unsure about the events as they unfolded. She was into a lot of things that Max had never even thought about before. But he accepted the handcuffs and the whip and everything else that she saw fit to use. It was even fun, for awhile. He had thought he was happy. He thought that nothing could go wrong.

But she became more distant after a few months. Max didn't know why. He didn't know if he had done something to upset her or if she just thought it was time to move on. He tried calling her but she didn't answer his phone calls. He tried to contact her online but she had blocked his messages. The separation was hard for Max. He loved her. At least, he thought he did. But he was stuck in limbo, at the moment. He didn't want to just give up, but she would neither return to him nor let him move on. She seemed to have some hold on him that she just wasn't ready to give up yet. Sure enough, she contacted him some months later asking him to come to her apartment. Thus began the cycle. She would stop talking to him for awhile, teasing him, proving that he was helpless to leave her. Then, whenever she was in the mood for a little fun, she would contact him. He would go to her apartment and let her have her way with him. This part of the cycle would last anywhere from a few days to a month, but never more. And she did everything she could to prove that it was just sex, that he meant nothing to her. She laughed at him for thinking that their relationship has ever been anything special. She laughed when he told her that he loved her. She would call him weak and naïve for believing that he ever had an honest chance with her and for not being able to let go.

"You are mine," she would say. "And you did this to yourself."

Max sighed, his breath fogging up the window. She was right, after all. He was hopelessly weak. He hadn't seen her in almost a year, yet here he was again. He couldn't escape from her even now. Max was startled out of his reverie by the sound of her voice.

"I knew you couldn't resist," she whispered in his ear. "You never could."

Her hands, in cased in long finger-less black glovers, ghosted across the front of his body, already undoing the buttons of his shirt and caressing his skin. Max was already on edge just being in her apartment and his body quickly responded to her attentions. Max moaned slightly at the contact. She knew enough about him to know exactly how he liked to be touched. She was already driving him crazy but he wanted more. But when he said as much, she simply smirked again. She made eye contact with his reflection. Her intense cherry eyes mocking and when she spoke again, her voice was harder than before.

"You should know by now that this is not about you. You are not here because I wish to please you. You are here to please me. You are mine. Appreciate what you are given and do not ask for anything more. You are lucky to be here, after all."

Max nodded dumbly at her words and she flashed him a devilish smile.

"Come with me to the bedroom." She purred and took a step back and watched as he turned around and followed her to the bedroom as ordered, removing his pants and shoes in the process. Max watch her as she walked in front of him, close enough that he could have reached out and touched her. Her dress was of slinky black silk, with short sleeves that cupped her shoulders before running smoothly up to cover her slender neck. cut short so the it barely covered her firm behind and shifted and clung to her elf like figure as she moved. Max stared mesmerised at the few inches of bare ivory skin that showed between the bottom of her dress and the top of her sheer black stockings, most of her soft flesh was hidden from his view but the memory of the feel of her made him give an involuntary shudder. He was reminded once again of how weak he was, but he pushed that thought from his mind, determined to enjoy this night.

The sight that greeted him as he entered the bedroom was all too familiar. The leather bindings were present on the bedposts, ready to hold him in place while she ravished him. Various other implements lay ready and waiting on shelves around the room. But there was something new present tonight. A video camera stood off to the side of the bed. Max stared at the device, his bright blue eyes wide.

"What's that matter? Are you camera shy?" She mocked. Shaking his head, he moved to the bed in a resigned nature. This seemed to please her to no end. She tied him to the bedposts as usual, then moved to turn the camera on. She stood at the end of the bed and very slowly began to remove her clothes. The sensation of silk rippling across her body causing her to moan softly with delight. Max couldn't help but get hard just watching her. It didn't matter that he was mentally beating himself up over his situation or that there was a camera filming all of it. The sight of her pale, smooth skin being revealed to him inch by painstaking inch aroused him again. She removed the last of her clothing before slinking over the foot of the bed and crawling over him like a cat that had its pray trapped with no hope of escape. Taking his cue from her position, he tilted his head up and began licking one of her breasts. She leaned closer to him so he could get more contact. She sighed in satisfaction and shifted a bit so that he could give her other breast the same attention. Meanwhile, her hands roamed over his body, her nails scratching lightly over sensitive spots that made him react even as he mentally groaned. She openly laughed at him.

"It amazes me that you fall for that every time," she mused, before lowering herself onto him.

She came twice before letting him fall asleep, though she did not release him from his bonds.

When Max woke the next morning, the apartment was empty. She was gone without so much as a goodbye. But that didn't really surprise him after all this time. He noticed that she had the decency to untie him before she left, though. He found his clothes, dressed, and was about to leave, when he noticed something on the counter. It was a video tape, presumably the one they had made the night before. There was a note attached to it. Something to remember me by, it read. Max doubted that he would need the tape to remember her. But he took it with him anyway.

His last thought as he left the apartment was that he really was a hopeless case.

Muse: WHAT!?!? You made Matti a dominatrix?

Lamb: Yeah!

Muse: Cute little Matti!? You're either out of your mind or you're crazy! You must be crazy!!

Lamb: No I'm out of mind, cus you're in there!

Dedi: OK, I think Lamb and Muse are about to try and kill each other so please review to let me know if I should stop them so we can post the second part. Anyway shadowphoenix101 I hope you liked it.

Please R and R as I'd love to know what you thought

Big luv see ya

Lamb