Hey, sorry it took so long. Also I know this is short but I really wanted to write something Faxy. I'm going to try to post again later tonight or tommorw. Sorry bout not sending this to ya Ella. I just really wanted to get it up.

Also to my first few readers from last chapter I re posted it with some minor changes. Basically now Max just has to wait to get her wings back (though i still suggest going back and skimming). It'll make things intersting. mostly with some over protective Fang. and who knows what else.

anyway, here ya go. Oh and I'll any questions from last chapter next chapter. Now, Enjoy!!!

Max POV:

I glanced at the oven which I still had no clue as to how Angel and Nudge installed. The glowing green letters told me it was one thirty in the morning.

I trudged back upstairs.

After our little reunion, dinner was ate, kids were yelled at, and everyone went to sleep. But me.

I couldn't seem to get the whole not flying thing out of my head. My wings made me, me. I just had to remember that eventually I would get them back. And dear God make it soon.

Until then Angel pointed out the one perk of being handicapped. The Guilt Trip. I smiled evilly at the thought.

I was jerked out of my inner monologue when I reached my bedroom door.

I opened it to find Fang laying on the bed in his boxers. I had to grip the door knob for support. Let me tell you, Fang has some abs. And they are nothing if not distracting as hell.

"Fang," I growled, "get a shirt on."

"No," he replied not even glancing up from his lap top.

"I refuse to sleep in the same bed as you when you're half naked," I whisper yelled.

"Then sleep downstairs"

I narrowed my eyes. Time to play the Guilt Trip.

"I'm the injured one, you sleep downstairs."

So it wasn't as weepy, or bambi eyed as the girl would have made it but, it still underlined the injury.

I smirked knowing I won.

Slowly, Fang closed his lap top, and sat it on the floor next to him. He stood up and walked over to me.

"Don't think for a second that I forget about your wings," he hissed, his nose inches away from mine, "Every time I think about it, it kills me. But," he took a breath, "I'm learning to live with it. And you'll just have to learn to live with sleeping in the same bed as half naked me."

Before I could yell at him in response, Fang grabbed me around the waist and carried me back to the bed. He deposited me in the middle where I landed with a thunk.

I glared up at him.

Smirking he walked back over the his side. His smirk grew as he laid down and turned off the lamp as if to say 'and that's that.'

As I reached over him to yank the light switch thing, his hand caught mine. He tugged at it until my face hovered over his own.

I stared into his eyes, my breaths coming out in short gasps.

Then he kissed me. A full on, weak knees, heart melting kiss. But merely five stinking seconds later he pulled back.

"I win," he whispered.

I growled then sighed, "I know"

Closing my eyes, I drifted off into sleep. It might've felt kinda nice laying next to Fang. Maybe. A little bit. Ah heck it was great, not that I'll ever, even under threat of death admit it.

Though something told me, he already knew.

Hope you guys loved the Fax. Review please. IT'll make my sunburn less annoying and horrible. lol