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Summary – Who is dreaming of Max? Read on to find out. First fanfic, please R and R. Thanks!

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Dreaming

The hem of her shirt is bunched in his fist, revealing a golden swatch of flat stomach.

His hands on her skin, burning already heated flesh.

She gasps at his touch, head falling backwards. He nips at her throat – and she can feel his smile.

He cups her head, drawing it towards him and their lips meet in a crushing kiss.

It feels like coming home, like she is finally complete after years of not knowing that a piece was missing.

There is hunger and fire in the kiss as they battle for dominance. And then he winds his fingers into her hair, tugging gently, and she melts against him, their bodies so close there isn't room for air between them. She can feel every inch of him against every inch of her and she can't stop the moan rising from her throat – doesn't want to hold it back.

He breaks off. Looks at her tenderly, stroking a thumb over her cheek. "Maaa-x…" he breathes, the name catching as he exhales.

She smiles at him, her face glowing as she tilts her head and leans in for another kiss.

He's wanted this, wanted her, since the first time they met – with her smart mouthed comments and the stubborn refusal to back down.

He's got her now and he is not letting go.

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He wakes. In a tangle of bedding he sits up, heart pounding, eyes wide. For a moment, distracted between the dream and stark reality he can't think. Then he rubs a hand over his face.

"Fuck…" Ames White swears quietly.