A/N: Okay you guys asked for it, here it is. Enjoy!
Rating: NC17
Warning: Some adult moments in a bed if you know what I mean.
Max was working her way through Fang's shirt. Fang made circles around her chest. They paused for a moment, tugging off each other's shirts. Fang unclasped her bra and threw it off.
"A little impatient, huh?" chuckled Max.
Fang groaned and straddled her. She smirked and tore off his boxers. Then she pulled herself out from under him and stood up. She smirked and slowly pulled down her pants revealing her black silk thong. Then she slowly pulled down her thong, revealing herself to him. The whole time Fang moaned. Then she ran and straddled him on the bed. A few seconds later and Fang flipped her so he was on top. He kissed her and his hands made their way down her chest to the dark patch of hair. It felt so nice. She moaned and arched her back.
"You ready?" Fang asked her.
"Now!" she exclaimed in a breathy voice.
He began to massage her, putting his finger up her clit. Then he did it, thrusting into her pouring every last bit of the liquid into her. Then he pulled out collapsing next to her, both of them breathing heavily. She smirked at him. He gave a hint of a smile back. Max swore that man had the emotional capacity of a rock. They kissed passionately and she wrapped her arms around him.
"I love you." He whispered into her ear.
"I love you too." She whispered back.
She woke up the next morning with the bed empty next to her. Fang had already left for work. She glanced at the clock. 6:00, she better get the hard task of waking Angel up over with.
She walked to her closet, and pulled on her clothes. She was feeling optimistic. She walked down the hall.
"Angel honey, its 6:00. Are you going to curl your hair today, or straighten it?" Max knocked on Angel's door.
"Curl, one sec, gotta change." Came the sleepy answer.
"I'll set it out for you." She smiled.
2 WEEKS LATER…
"Angel, honey. Could you watch breakfast? I have to go to the bathroom." Max looked pleadingly at Angel.
"Yeah sure." Angel walked over to the skillet.
She closed the door to the bathroom with a click. Dang! Max thought when she puked into the toilet. She had to take a pregnancy test.
"Angel! I need you." Max called.
"I'll take care of breakfast, go help Max." Fang urged her. It was a Saturday and Max had wanted to try cooking, but apparently something else had come up.
Angel ran to the bathroom and clicked the door behind her.
"What's wrong?" Angel asked.
"I think just had Morning Sickness. I think I'm pregnant." Max stammered.
"Oh my God! And you'll have it just before I graduate! Go tell Fang!" Angel was literally jumping up and down.
"Okay. One sec." Max told her.
She walked out the door and came up behind Fang.
"Let Angel take over breakfast. There's something I have to tell you." She dragged him into the living room that connected to the kitchen. "I'm pregnant."
"Really? Oh wow! I think we should tell Carrie when she wakes up, okay?" A smile played on his lips. Mr. Mysterious was showing emotion? She must be dreaming.
