Hey again guys, it's been too long! Here's my latest story that takes place in sunny Miami, Florida while Max and Fang are on vacation. This first chapter is just sort of an introductory type of deal. Rated M for a reason, :). I have it finished, and expect 8-10 chapters. I might continue it, not sure. Expect frequent updates! Read and Review!

As Always, MaximumFangness.

Max had experienced a lot in her eighteen years of life. She'd seen a lot of the world, from the ground and from the skies. However, she was currently hurtling through the sky toward a hotel in Miami, Florida where she would be spending the next week on vacation. That's right. Vacation. She never thought she'd see the day. Fang had flown off a little earlier, to claim their luggage and get the room ready, but at Max's speed, they should arrive around the same time. A shiver ran up her spine.

She was meeting Fang, her boyfriend of almost three years, at a hotel in Florida, where they would spend the next seven days alone in a hotel room together.

Okay, she admitted to herself. They would probably leave the hotel room. And it did have a fold out couch for Fang, if they wanted it.

It was a big 'If'. She chewed her lip nearly raw for the last three days thinking about it. It had been embarrassing for her, announcing to the flock and her mother and sister that she and Fang would not be going along with them on their trip to New York City, but would be taking their own vacation. Then, if that wasn't bad enough her mother decided they needed to have a 'talk' a few days earlier. She had a disturbing flash back…

"Max, honey. Could you meet me upstairs in a few minutes?" Her mother had asked her one evening after supper.

"Oooh, Max is in trouble!" Gazzy and Angel laughed. Max rolled her eyes, and grinned.

"Be good. And do the dishes!" She called as she took the steps up the stairs two at a time. Her mother was sitting in on her bed.

"What's up?" Max asked.

"Close your door, come in and take a seat," her mother said with a tight smile. Max was worried now, but followed the direction.

"What is it, Mom?"

"Well, I know you're pretty much an adult now. And have been for a long time. And I know how you practically raised yourself, so you really missed out on a lot of the regular things children, and even teenagers go through, so I just wanted to, you know, let you know that-"

"Mom," Max laughed. "You're rambling. What's the problem?"

Dr. Martinez smiled in chagrin. "I just don't want you to think I'm treating you like less of an adult then you are. I know you and Fang wanted to take some time to yourselves in Florida, and I'm fine with that. I told you so already."

Max was blushing a little by now, having a general idea of where this was going. She should have seen it coming.

"Mom, Fang and I…"

"I know you're both very mature for your age. I know that. But I also know that you haven't really talked to anyone about, well, what could happen between a boy, ah, a man and a woman on a trip like yours and Fang's."

"Mom, I know what you're talking about okay?"

"I know you're aware of it. But I just, hmm. I wanted to know…where your head is on the subject."

Max sighed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I suspect that on your trip, being as mature as you and Fang are," she repeated for the hundredth time, "the topic may come up. I just wanted you to know that, as much as you love Fang, you don't have to," she paused. "Do anything your uncomfortable with."

Max was blushing like crazy now.

"Have you ever talked about it?" Dr. Martinez asked. Max thought back to a few occasions when they'd joked about it.

"A little," Max admitted. "Don't worry about it Mom. I appreciate you wanting to help, it's just that Fang and I are responsible, and will do anything that…we choose to do responsibly. I promise, okay?"

"That's all I wanted to hear," Dr. Martinez beamed. "I'll see you downstairs."

Max shuddered again involuntarily, and realized that she'd shot well past Miami in her daydream. She shrugged, and dove anyway, landing on a rocky outcropping on the shore of …well, she wasn't sure where. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she took a deep breath of ocean air. She always had loved the water, despite her bad experience with beaches. Her mind wandered back to Fang. She wondered if he was waiting for her, and felt a pang of guilt. She'd set off soon.

She honestly wondered what Fang expected out of this vacation. It had been his idea, for them to separate from the flock, but he had left the final decision totally up to her. Max stretched her lean, toned legs out in front of her. The short cut-offs she'd hauled on this morning were unraveling at the ends, but they were comfortable. And they looked good on her she admitted. As did most of the clothes she'd packed. Even her pajamas were some of the best ones she owned. And the smallest ones she owned. She couldn't help but be faced by the question…

What did she expect from this vacation?

She wasn't sure, exactly. If she was being honest with herself, she had to admit her and Fang did not exactly have a very physical relationship. They kissed often, and when they found themselves alone they sometimes found some lateral surface to make out on. But even then, they barely made it to second base before they were either interrupted, or they backed off.

So, did that mean she wasn't ready for sex? Did she want to do something else first? She didn't know. She also wondered what Fang wanted. Should they talk about it, or just see where things went?

She didn't know that either. What she did know was that she loved Fang, and she was looking forward to this vacation. With that, she jumped off the cliff and headed toward Miami.

Thanks for reading!