when we got home from school, max immediately shut herself in her room to "pick out something to wear". whatever. i dropped my stuff on my bed, then busted into max's room. immediately, my jaw dropped.
when i walked into her room, max was standing in front of her closet wearing a black bra and her uniform skirt, which she had rolled to make it a fair amount shorter. i gawked at her. i knew i should turn away, but i couldn't.
"dammit fang, a little privacy?" she yelled, and i smirked at her and covered my eyes.
"just put your uniform back on, it'll all look the same anyways." i said, poorly keeping the laughter out of my tone. i felt warm hands on my wrist, and she pulled my hand down from my eyes. i looked down and saw, once more, her chest rise and fall with the movement of her breathing. she was still wearing only the bra.
"and wouldn't you like it better if i wore nothing at all?" she whispered. i gaped, and she laughed. "gotcha." she murmured into my ear. for the second time in one day, i felt max's breath brush against the skin of my neck, and i wondered if this was real. when i realized she was kidding, i felt my face heat up. i pushed her away.
"oh, baby baby." i said in a mocking tone, and she furrowed her brows. she leaned towards me.
"i'm blind, but i'm not stupid." i heard iggy snicker from the doorway.
"iggy, get OUT!" max and i yelled. max turned on me.
"you get out too! i'm trying to get dressed!" she yelled, pushing me through the doorway. she slammed the door in my face.
"smooth." iggy muttered. i shoved him. "hey!" he said, shaking his head. he walked away, and i sighed.
i was still brooding over what max had said. and wouldn't i like it more if she wore nothing at all? YES. i would LOVE it if she wore nothing at all.
with me.
not wearing anything.
NO! no thinking about max that way. Jesus. i sighed, and knocked softly on her door again.
"what?" she snapped. i walked back in. at least she had a shirt on now. although it wasn't very...conservative, it was better than nothing.
then again, nothing would be better in this particular case...
GOD DAMMIT! STOP!
i regained my brain quick enough to say something.
"hey darlin." i said with a fake tone, and i smiled kindly. she narrowed her eyes.
"get out, fang!" she said, and she tried to push me back out the door. i caught her wrists, suddenly confident, and pulled her towards me. she looked up into my charcoal-black eyes, and the expression on her face made the muscles in my stomach tighten.
"and wouldn't you like it better if i didn't?" i asked her quietly. her gaze shifted weakly from my eyes to my lips, and they parted involuntarily. i inhaled deeply.
"fang..." she whispered. my hold on her wrists loosened, and i leaned towards her to rest my forehead weakly against hers. i let my mouth slowly overtake her perfect lips, and it was all i could do not to push her onto her bed and...err...lose my control. i felt my body push hers until there was nothing behind us but a wall, and i kissed her again. she breathed my name, and i felt her hand under my shirt and running lightly over my lower stomach. i shuddered, and she looked at me.
"what?" she asked me. i shook my head, and moved my hands to the wall on either side of her neck. she pushed her back against the wall and wrapped her strong legs around my torso. i opened my eyes for a split second and caught her chocolate brown iris's staring back at me. i pulled away.
"max..." i whispered. she looked at me.
"no." she whispered back, and she kept kissing me. i didn't stop her.
you know what? fuck lissa. fuck sam. fuck school.
fuck everything but this fucking moment that i never wanted to end.
too bad the fucking doorbell rang.
max pulled away. "its sam." she whispered. i shook my head.
"i don't give a shit." i murmured, and i began to nibble on her neck. she moaned softly, and untangled her legs from around my waist.
"fang, i have to go to him." she whispered.
"no, you don't. you really, really don't." i said, and i moved her shirt and bra straps and kissed her bare shoulder. her head rolled back and she sighed. she pulled me into one forceful, passionate kiss, and pushed me away.
"fang, i have to go." she said, and she fixed her hair and shirt, and quickly walked out the door. i went to her window and watched her go to sam and smile brightly at him.
how could she do that? how could she be with me then just go to him like that? it wasnt only me just then. it was her too. whether or not she felt herself kissing me back, i definitley did. i looked down. yeah, i DEFINITLEY felt it. and my guess is, so did she.
