A/N: this is a complete fluff drabble on my part about my number one pairing in Dark Angel : MAX&ALEC. Enjoy and tell me what you think.
Twenty years of struggles and of fight and she still had the same effect on him. He didn't have to turn around and see her to remember her features. Her hair that she had cut and maintained to a shoulder length, bouncy curl hair-do, her soulful dark brown eyes, her lips. God he loved kissing those lips! He couldn't get enough of her. When they started to hook up, he thought that a few romps in the sheet would get her out of his system. He was wrong. She had claimed his body, his soul and his heart, just as he had claimed her.
Now, he felt her presence as soon as she entered the room. Even when he couldn't see her, he could feel her. He felt her eyes scanning the crowd, until they settled on him. He didn't turn around, he didn't need to, because in a few seconds, she would be by his side again, where she belonged.
The beast in him struggled with the reins he had put in place when they were in public like this. Letting her out of their room, near so many males was unavoidable. She was after all, their leader; but he didn't have to like the leering eyes of the bastards who dared to look at her.
As she reached his side, she caressed his barcode, soothing the growling beast, telling him without words that she was his, as he was hers.
Settled or not, his beast and himself were anxious to bring her back to the private sanctum of their bedroom and have his way with her.
"Let's go home." she murmured.
"Lead the way."
Like all the other transgenics they were going to celebrate their victory, the freedom they'd gained by shedding their blood and more; but they were going to do so in a very private way. They had earned it, they'd had the scars, the bruises, the broken bones to prove it. Tonight was for them. There would have time later to celebrate with their friends and family, but this moment was theirs and theirs alone. They walked in companionable silence toward their building, both knowing that if they touched each other, they would both lose it right there, in the middle of the street. So they waited until they crossed the threshold of their home. She came to him before the door was closed, her arms twinning behind his head.
"Mine," he declared.
"Yours," she whispered back.
The contract was clear: now that they had obtained a viable peace treaty, she'd finally agree to give him sons and daughters.
One thing was for sure, he was going to enjoy getting Max pregnant, and watching her big with his child.