Warning: The following chapter contains adult content and should not be read by children under the age of 13. Nyeh, who am I kidding? Kids are older these days. Go ahead and read it! (It's not a lemon, just a luuurve scene.)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I do own a pair of wings, but for some reason, costume wings don't fly that well…
That night, Max and I did what we did nearly every other night: we went up to her bedroom to hang out.
Of course, we also made out a little, but what more do you expect from teenagers? It's not like we really did anything, because not only was it Dr. Martinez's house and she was in it, there was also three other kids with super hearing and no respect for privacy and a mind reading eight year old (also with super hearing) in the same house.
You see, we're not your normal kids. We were genetically modified to be stronger, faster, and more freakish than your average human. Our family, aka The Flock, isn't really a family. Except for Ella and Dr. Martinez, everyone in the house was made in a lab to be 98% human and 2% avian.
It doesn't sound like much, but that little 2% gave us our superpowers, plus an awesome pair of wings. Angel and Gazzy are the only two actually related, and you can tell. We look totally different. But when those other five people are the only ones you can trust, you learn to look past those little differences.
And when you look past those little differences, you see a group of kids who are seriously weird and don't mind just walking in on you when you're trying to make out with your girlfriend.
Talk about a buzz kill.
That night however, there was something different. Max's lips were more urgent, more forceful. We were both on our sides, facing each other in her bed, when she suddenly hitched her leg over my hip.
On instinct, I grabbed onto her thigh. Then, when I realized what had just happened, I froze. I tried to pull back, to see her face so I knew she wasn't freaking out, but she just pulled me closer.
But the thing that really got me was when she ground her hips into mine. I automatically put my hands on her hips, pulling her closer, making her moan into my mouth.
At that point, my brain shorted out entirely. The only thing I knew was how she made me feel and the fact that our hands were everywhere.
I rolled over on top of her, grinding my hips into hers again. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me even closer. My lips left her mouth, only to go down her neck and back up again. I gently nipped her in a couple of spots, making her gasp.
I had a hand up her shirt, seriously tempted to yank the thin piece of fabric off, when I heard footsteps outside the door. I quickly rolled off of her and pulled my hand out of it's incriminating position. Luckily, the person at the door was Dr. Martinez, who always knocked before coming in. "Guys, it's time to go to bed."
"Okay, mom," Max said in a shaky voice.
When I realized what we just did, how close we were to taking our relationship to the next level, I jumped off the bed. "G'night," I mumbled, practically running out the door.
I went to my room and plopped down on my bed, replaying the scenes over and over--her lips beneath mine, her skin soft under my fingers, her soft moans-- until finally I fell asleep.