Chapter 2:

Maxine:

There was something about the way he said her name that caressed her like silk. Now she was lying awake, staring at her ceiling. She had wanted his lips on hers the moment she saw him. But that just wasn't right.

She threw the covers off of her and got up. She grabbed a towel, deciding to take a shower to calm herself. Or take care of it herself. She hadn't decided yet.

Rory:

The cold water ran over his body. By the angel, he was tense from trying to stay calm in front of his cousin. He would think of her like that. His cousin. His cousin. Not as Maxine. Not as the sexy girl with the brightest eyes, the silkiest hair, and the plumpest lips.

Oh, well that was ruining the job the cold shower was doing. "Shit," he said in an exhale. He knew what he was going to have to do. He was going to have to take care of this himself.

Maxine:

Max clamored out of the shower. Her lids were heavy now that she had found out just how good the massaging showerhead she'd gotten a few weeks back really was. She toweled off, the room was steamy and her mirror was fogged. She twisted her lavender locks in a towel and walked out naked to her room.

She loved drying off in the air. She flung her window open and let the breeze come in. She breathed in the smells of the city. She heard the traffic. She turned on the radio she had in her room. She loved music. The radio had been left by someone who had a little more connection to the mundane world and she silently thanked them every time she used it.

She danced around and shook her hair out of it towel. It fell in damp waves. If she tried, she could put something in it and catch the waves that she must have gotten from her father. Her mother's hair was stick straight. Instead she pulled a brush through it, then used the brush as a microphone to sing into. She had seen girls do that in a movie once. She sang along to the old song. The deep sultry voice of the singer really fit her voice. She knew the song was really old, but it was one of her favorite songs.

What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal

And I need to be redeemed

To the one I've sinned against

Because he's all I ever knew of love

She kept spinning in the breeze and her hair flew around as she sang.

Rory:

He heard music. It was an old song but he recognized it. The voice he heard was different, not the original singer, but it was a good fit for the voice he heard

"I've been a bad, bad girl."

He was drawn to the voice. He pulled on his thin navy colored jersey PJ bottoms, and because he had forgotten to really towel himself off completely, they stuck to him in certain places. He realized the voice was coming from the room adjacent to his so he headed for his door, shirtless.

He went to the door of the room. He was pretty sure this was the room Magalie was staying in, wasn't it. If so she had an amazing singing voice. And some good taste in older music. He was pretty sure this song was out before his mom was even born. Ok, maybe it wasn't quite that old. Not that his mom was old really. He was almost 18 so his mom was just 37 and his dad was 38. He had pretty young parents.

He leaned against the door to hear her voice a bit better. Still it was muffled. He checked the knob. He wasn't going to barge in on her, he just wanted to crack the door to hear better. He could hear the tones better now. It was really a great voice. He would have to tell Magalie tomorrow she was a really good singer.

He felt a breeze coming from the room. It caught the door and he was really afraid it would slam shut so he held it a little so it wouldn't close and give him away. Suddenly the door was jerked from him and he fell into the room.

He tucked and rolled and ended up back on his feet. And facing his cousin, but it wasn't the cousin he expected. And she was naked.

Maxine:

The song was coming to a close she was belting out the last few lines when a strong breeze blew into the window. She ignored it until her door came flying open. And that didn't even bother her until she saw him come flying into the room. He fell and rolled and sprung up on his feet. Smiling smugly at his own smoothness.

Then he chin dropped he lost his smug smirk, but one spread on her face. She knew she should be embarrassed by this but she really wasn't. She knew she was good looking. She came from good stock, as mundanes might say. Maybe she should feign embarrassment and cover herself. But dammit it was her room and she was enjoying her air dry process.

"You can pick your chin up off the floor." Resigning, she pulled a satin kimono on. Her uncle, Magnus, got it for her when they visited Aline in China. She had moved back to the Institute there when her mother fell ill and was living there with her significant other, Helen. And with no one else jumping at the offer the Clave reluctantly made her head of it when her mother passed.

The kimono stopped just below the important parts but it was thin so she could still enjoy the breeze. She was just looking at her cousin. His mouth was closed now but he was still not talking. She shifted her eyes to pass over him. His skin was shiny with drops of water like he'd come from the shower without drying and his thin pajama pants were clinging to him in all the right –or wrong- places. She could see his bulge which was beginning to grow. She smiled. Looks like he was as effected by her as she was by him.

She rolled her eyes. "Can I help you?"

"Sing-song, uh-" He cut off and turned. He just left the room.

Rory:

He had looked her up and down as she had just stood there. Almost posing for him it seemed. Her skin, he noticed now, had a slight pink tint to it that had to come from the fey blood in her. Her curves were smooth; her breast were full and perky. He knew he was going to have a problem in mere moments.

She pulled on a short, thin silky robe and it was short. And thin. It didn't really help much. She was talking but he didn't really hear her. His blood was rushing in his ears. It was on its journey from his head to his crotch he was pretty sure.

She was looking at him expectantly and he said something, he wasn't even sure what it was. Then he left. He was walking stiffly to his room. He had just taken care of this, but there it was again. It was going to be a long night.

A/N: ok so this is really a short chapter. I am really trying to work on making my chapters longer… but this is so awkward and the next part is the next morning so… I just knew I had to stop here. I want to say none of the other chapters will be this short again. It is my goal.

Ok, so I want Rory to be a LOT like Jace but not just like him. I want him to have about ¼ of Clary in him. Ya know she is his momma and all.

I want Max to be a lot like Izzy, but to have her own stand on life. She is very confident… but there are things about her that are utterly the opposite of her mother, and after you find out, you might be a little surprised. Who knows?

Review if you love embarrassing someone who is cocky