Chapter 3
Max and Fang were REALLY going strong. They were making weird little grunting noises and squishing closer and closer together, kind of groping at eachother.
And I don't know if you've ever been near people who are making out, but it doesn't sound so nice… There's the grunting and repeating each other's names until they loose all meaning, I mean, I can only take so much of hearing;
"Max…"
"Fang…"
"Max…"
"Fang…"
"Max…"
"Fang…"
"Max…"
"Fang…"
Before even I go nuts…
I don't know what was going through their heads … Or other parts of their anatomy for that matter.
But they're kissing, and making weird noises and Fang's slowly bending her backward, trying to lay down…
I think he'd lost a little too much blood when she'd smacked his nose and he was trying to faint, because Max was pushing on his chest.
"Fang … Stop … Wait a second…"
"Huh?" He looked really dazed and glassy eyed when he raised himself up, staring down at her.
See? Blood loss!
She still had her hands on his chest and their faces were inches apart.
I hope they brushed their teeth, that's all I'm saying…
"What are we doing?" She whispered at him.
He shifted uncomfortably and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water a few times.
She giggled at him, actually giggled, "You think, maybe, we should stop?"
After a second he shook his head, "No?"
She giggled again and pushed against his chest and he sat up, sighing in frustration.
They sat there side by side for a few minutes shoulders together and he sighed again, "We should go back to camp before they come looking for us…"
Max nodded, "Yeah, I doubt you want them finding you … Like this," She motioned to his lap.
He scratched his head and drew his knees up a little smile coming over his face. "Yeah…"
She giggled again.
Jeez, did he suck her brain out?
I tried to find that cool smell again but couldn't so I just lie there on my stomach waiting for whatever happened next.
Max stood up and brushed off her behind and back, then shook out her wings and her hair. "You need a hand?"
He choked on a laugh.
"Stop it! You PIG!" She stamped her foot and aimed a playful kick at his rear.
He fended her off and she shook her head at him.
"You better stop it, or what just happened … Whatever just happened … Won't ever happen again … Not that I WANT that or anything … But yeah!"
He started laughing.
"STOP LAUGHING!" She aimed another kick at him and caught his ribs lightly enough to send him rolling away laughing.
"STOP IT!" She followed him, trying to kick his butt, literally, but every time she kicked him he drew his knees higher, arms around his middle laughing his head off.
She dropped to her knees and started, I don't know how to describe it, I couldn't tell if she was trying to slap him, or tickle him, or tear his clothes off, but in a few minutes they were both laughing.
Then they did that weird silence thing again and she was pinning him to the ground, his arms above his head and he was staring up at her all 'What's this?' like.
And she was staring down at him all 'What's this?' like…
And THAT'S when everything got REALLY interesting.