Title: A Game of Pool
Author: Dark Roswellian Angel
Elizabeth McDowell
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Rating: M, just in case
Synopsis: It's just a game of pool, isn't it? Set during that could-be-yummy-if-the-L-word wasn't so involved "Borrowed Time" episode.
A/N: Still haven't dropped my other fics, but school and work and family issues put together SUCK. I had to get away from them for at least a little while. Hope you enjoy what I've come up with in the meantime. Also, I'm really trying to get back into The End of a Savior Complex, but some of the emotions are hard to get into. I'm kind of using this fic as prep-work, so please let me know what you think of this one, most especially the animalistic parts, so I know whether I'm ready to attempt more of that one or if I need to keep working on getting back up to speed. Thanks :)
She loved the way he moved. She couldn't help it. Usually it was when he was fighting that she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from him, but right now it was while he demonstrated his prowess in a different way. There was something so primal, so powerful in the way he maneuvered around the table. And being an alpha female, she couldn't help but respond to it as he beat competitor after competitor. Without her wanting to, she could feel something deep within her move as she watched him swagger cockily after each game, listened to his smart alecky comments as he pointed out his superiority even more clearly, and thrilled to his charming smirk. She could feel herself practically purr as he took advantage of the need to move around the table to his next shot to turn around and stare into her eyes as though daring her to not be affected, to not be impressed. And damn if she wasn't. What she didn't quite get was why he focused so much on her- he should know better than to expect to get anything from her, and yet as he looked into her eyes she could feel that something deep within her stir again. She could feel the small smile escaping out onto her lips as she could almost feel an itch in her legs to go to him.
As he bent over to make his last shot, she could feel her tongue escape to make a turn around her full lips, as though his power were something edible. And when he didn't even look at the table while making his final powerful strike, as though demonstrating how far superior he was to every other male in the room, as though this little game didn't even begin to challenge him, and instead stared deep into her eyes, she couldn't contain her small moan, so quiet that no one but another transgenic would have been able to hear it, which suited him fine seeing as how he was one. When his eyes widened in response to her desire, taking on a decidedly predatory gleam, Max could feel her breath hitch. She was almost disappointed when his sure movement ended the game, effectively ending this strange sort of foreplay between them- almost. Because even though something in her hated the end of their silent game, she couldn't help the way her body responded to his winning yet again, as though she felt pride in his victory, as though it somehow reflected on her.
And then, she watched as he opened up the challenge to everyone around him, almost as though he didn't want whatever was shooting between them to end, almost as though he were actually trying to prove something to her. She raked her eyes up and down his form as no one was willing to meet his challenge, swallowing hard as she yet again saw the power in his posture, the desirability of his form affecting her far more than she was willing to admit, even to herself. She felt her eyes warm as she heard the male beside her state just how far superior the object of her unbidden desires was. And then he turned to her, as though she might want to enter into the game even further with him. Unwilling to come so close to temptation, and knowing that she wouldn't win, she demurred. However, instead of allowing him to see just how submissive he was making her feel, she forced herself to fake the criticism that was so habitual between them. She saw how it rolled right off his back, as though she'd actually been complimenting him, as though he were able to see right through her words to her underlying meaning and growing desire. Maybe he could.
Then, she watched as the man she was supposed to feel this desire for accepted the challenge, knowing that the outcome of this game would affect her relationship with both men, and hating how her instincts had been affecting her (after all, didn't she want to be a nice normal girl? And how was she supposed to be that if she was listening to her feline DNA respond to a prospective mate's demonstration of his innate strengths as he essentially fought off all other possible suitors?) Not willing to take the chance that her hormones would get the better of her at any point during the game and cause her to go to the man she expected to win, thereby publicly demonstrating her inner animal's preference, she pushed the man beside her out of his seat and sat down, wrapping her hands firmly across the bottom of the stool as though restraining herself. Still, she couldn't help the turn to her neck, more animal than human, or the way her eyes narrowed as she looked at the newest competitor as though he were the enemy challenging her desired mate. She forced a smile at him in an attempt to cover her instinctual dislike of his attempt to displace the man that was more her equal than any other man in the room, but she was aware that it was still there. Worse yet, she was pretty sure that Alec was aware of it, too, from the smirk that crept across his gorgeous face.