Smut and Language warning guys. Don't come crying to me when your eyes catch fire.

Disclaimer: Dark angel isn't mine, but its fun to pretend.

I knew it was really, finally Alec this time because instead of doing what I wanted and tearing my clothes off he just sort of stood in the doorway looking terrified and sexy at the same time.

He has a talent for doing exactly what I don't want him to do exactly when I don't want him to do it.

Damn he looked good, like seriously ridiculously good. Like a tub of triple chocolate fudge ice-cream with extra nuts and whipped cream good. Mussy, sexy hair, hazel eyes almost black his pupils where so big and lips slightly parted in surprise, looking imminently kissable.

Need boiled up inside me like a kettle before it hisses.

My vow to be a good girl just evaporated. I knew it was Alec, almost insufferable, pain in the arse Alec, who was kind of my friend and my partner in crime. I knew that this would screw everything up when we went from X rated romp back to our G rated daily life. I just did not give a damn.

Here was the object of my desire right in front of me after all the effort I had gone to not be in this situation. It had to be fate right and who am I to fight fate?

The pussy cat in my genetics was really very pleased to see him; I was practically purring as I threw my legs over the side of the bed to go to him.

He startled. "Max don't move." I didn't think it was possible but the whites of his eyes went even bigger than before. I mulled over his command to stay put, and frankly staying so far away from him sounded like a really stupid idea.

"Max just don't come any closer okay."

His hands where clenching and unclenching on the door-frame and he took a big breath to steady himself.

Bad idea.

My scent was everywhere in the air right now and all it was saying is does your Kitty wanna come out to play with my kitty?

His eyes rolled back in his head and I knew the answer was Hell Yes.


I must be dreaming, please let it be a dream. A hot sexy dream I can remember at my leisure that won't kill me tomorrow morning.

One sniff of her scent and all of the blood that made sane reasonable Alec's head work was going directly elsewhere and primal, animal Alec was taking hold.

Some part of my brain knew that Max was on heat, knew this wasn't really her; knew that she was going to kill me afterward but the rest of my body didn't care. I could smell her. I wanted her.

Christ I wanted her.

No, have to resist. Sexy evil woman will kill you later if you don't.

I struggled for a moment caught between unbearable lust and the impulse for self preservation. I was feeling a lot like a male praying mantis must feel when they hook up with a female; horny yet terrified.

There was about three meters between us, as long as I could keep that distance I was safe right?

Wrong.

Max didn't move from the bed, for once doing something I told her to do, instead she smiled, that smile that men would kill to have directed at them; playful, sexy, hungry. Did I mention sexy?

And then she did the unthinkable thing; the thing that I have been jokingly trying to get her to do since I first met her and truly never expected to happen. Her eyes lingered on mine as her fingers flicked to the hem of her dark T-shirt and slowly, agonizingly slowly, peeled it away from her body. A breath I didn't know I had been holding came jerkily from my throat.

Must keep eyes on face, must keep eyes on face.

After a lifetime of letting my eyes travel wherever they wanted to I guess I was a little rusty on the whole self restraint thing. I glanced down and what normally would make me smile in appreciation made me groan in despair.

She was wearing a black lacy push-up bra, I was willing to put money on it being the twin of the underwear I had seen earlier in her room and it was cupping her perfect coffee and cream breasts in a way that made my head spin. Wait, if she wasn't wearing the matching panties then what was she wearing? What if she wasn't wearing underwear at all? Oh god, I was doomed. Rock hard and doomed

Damn it! Did I actually once want this to happen? Was I insane? I was like a deer trapped in head lights, transfixed by my impending end and it wore a c-cup and the body of a succubus.

"Alec," Max repeated, her head cocked to the side, her voice all commanding, and come hither-ish and sounding like all my wildest, wettest fantasies. "Come to me."

Okay, screw self restraint. It's totally overrated anyway.

I stumbled through the doorway my head reeling with desire, peeling off my clothes as fast as I could and she watched me from the bed, her eyes dark and hungry, taking me in. How long had I waited for her to look at me like that? Far, far too long.

I'd just ripped off my shirt and thrown it to the floor when she moved, covering the distance between us in a heartbeat. She launched into me and we toppled backwards, falling to the ground with her on top of me, legs entangling, bodies already moving together in a frantic dance. Her hands where all over me and her mouth and she was making these little delicious noises in her throat…

I was beginning to think death was a fair trade off for the feel of her warm silky skin against mine, the needy pants that came from her lips between deep, hungry, desperate kisses. I buried my hands in the satin tresses of her hair as my mouth moved over hers and managed to draw a satisfying moan from her as I nibbled and nipped her bottom lip. She retaliated quickly; her hips ground down on mine and I struggled to not loose consciousness completely. It felt so good; like she was made for me.

"Max…" my own voice was ragged as she rolled her hips again. This couldn't be happening.

She arched her back with pleasure and it was too much, if I was going to be dead tomorrow I was going to make it last god damn it. I grabbed her waist and flipped us over planting her to the floor so she fit perfectly against me and so she couldn't do that writhing thing and undo me far, far too soon.

Max didn't want to be compliant though. Our kisses turned brutal, her fingers curled savagely in my hair. She tried to lift her torso, tried to move against me but I had pinned her completely. She snarled her frustration at me, and I snarled back completely lost to the animal side of my DNA.

Every fibre in my body was telling me to mate. To tear her clothes off and take her on the floor.

To make her pregnant with my child.

Shit.

Pregnant with my child being the operative and fucking terrifying sentence.

I ripped myself away from her as sanity flooded back in and she let out another angry snarl, tried to drag me back to her lips. There was no time for niceties, her scent was in the air and she's already proven how easily seduced I was when she was actively working against me. I had to stop this now.

"Sorry Max." I grunted as my fist hurtled toward her face.

Bwahahaha! Disappointed that they didn't get it on fully?

Do you want another chapter where Alec ties up Maxie so she keeps her hands to herself and tries to take care of her through her heat or have I gone to far with this smut disguised as story charade? Review me and let me know!