((Not sure if this'll be a one shot or not, I wrote this before I played Max Payne 3, which has kinda put a damper on my fangirling, since the game kinda sucks and barely mentions Mona. Blag, enjoy.)
I say her name aloud, but before I finish her lips are on mine, her chest pressed against me, her legs on either side of my own. She pulls away so we can breathe and I say, no.
"You're dead.'' I tell her, and she chuckles. It's too dark to see her, but I know her smell, her touch, her laugh. I hear the sound of her shirt hitting the ground, and I put my hands on the sides of her thighs
"This old song and dance, Max?'' she asks me. Her hands pulling my tie loose.
"I watched you die.'' That comic strip image in my head when Vlads bullet tore through her back flashes in my head.
"Wouldn't be the first time.'' She answers nonchalantly, struggling with the knot over my throat.
"No. I felt your heart stop. You're dead.'' I push her hands away.
"Max…'' she groans, and I can tell she's irritated. "It's like the old story, y'know?"
"Third time's the charm?'' I suggest, and she laughs.
"No, silly.'' She dismounts me, so I push myself up into a sitting position, my back against the arm of the couch.
"The prince kisses the princess…" I hear another piece of clothing hit the ground, then her hands on my knees, turning me, forcing me to sit properly on the couch. "And brings her back to life.'' She concludes. Now I feel her hands on my belt, and I push them away again.
"Then that just proves it.'' I stretch my body sideways towards the lamp, pulling the little string and instantly the room is illuminated in this dim golden light. Mona's staring at me with burning eyes, her hands on her bare hips. She's just standing there, staring at me with one of her eyebrows raised, naked from the waste up and waiting for me to shut up. I'm mesmerised, and if I didn't know any better I'd be jumping her bones right this second, but I've learned the hard way not to give into my temptations. They always end badly.
"I'm no prince.'' I force myself to look away, off behind her in the distance so I won't be distracted. She rolls her eyes and scoffs, looks away from me, follows my lead and averts her eyes. I guess she's not used to a man's rejection, not that I wanted to be her first.
We linger in silence for a long moment, both waiting for the other to crack, but like always she wins. I pull my tie off and drop it to the floor, I start working on the buttons on my shirt. She doesn't give me an inch, but I can see a little glimmer in her eye that tells me she's watching from her peripheral vision.
I sigh, my tired shoulders drooping and I run a hand over my hair. I feel my skin crease deep as I can't help but smile. Finally she looks my way, still cautious though because I guess for once the tables are turned, and I'm the one whose actions and feelings are hard to predict.
"But then again…'' I hold my hand out to her, and she's got a smile tugging at her lips as her small soft hand slips into mine. Rough and heavy compared to hers, I pull squeeze it and pull her towards me, and she mounts me again. Mona smiles fully now and rests her hands on my shoulders, and I rest mine on her hips.
"You were never a princess either.'' She leans over, tugging on the lamp string. In the darkness our lips meet, and for maybe 5 minutes I'm able to forget that she's dead, and this can't be real.