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The dreams, dare I say fantasies, about Fang have yet to cease. They've taken over my every thought, my every action. They control me.
It's not like me to be so weak, to let something so whimsy get in the way of my leadership. While lecturing Angel on other people's privacy, as I routinely do every week though it never seems to work, all I can think about is Fang's warm hands groping my chest, something that we haven't even come close to actually doing. While smacking Gazzy upside the head as consequence for his latest juvenile scheme, I can't stop pondering over Fang's hand smacking me upside the ass. I can't look at him without seeing him naked, or at least in some degrading state of undress, yet I've never seen him without pants on. I can't step in the shower without wishing he was in there with me, can't lie in bed without wanting his body spooning mine, can't touch any part of myself without yearning for his hands to replace mine. I can't function.
It gets worse during those sparse minutes we steal for ourselves. Fang presses his lips against mine, wraps his arms around my waist, and pulls my chest into his so tightly that I can feel his racing heartbeat course through my body, syncing with mine. Every touch of his lips, jolt of his tongue, taste of his mouth drives me insane. I'm addicted to him.
He can sense it, the dominant desire for more contact. He knew me just as well as I knew myself, if not better. Pushing me down onto his bed, he tested my boundaries with his nimble fingers, dancing them up and down my sides, studying my expression as they grazed the sides of my breasts and my hips. Nothing but lust could be read on my face. No doubt, no rationality. No fear.
"Max," Fang mumbled, kissing my jaw with an open mouth.
"Mhm." I replied, practically floating in bliss.
"I don't want to push you to do anything beyond your comfort level. Tell me if you want to stop." Fang stated, continuing his descent down my neck. I grunted something in response, lacing my fingers through his silky hair.
He separated himself for me for a mere second, pausing his lip's journey. I whimpered in disappointment, dropping my head onto a pillow. He snorted at my oblivion, tapping my leg as he slowly removed his shirt. My mouth morphed into an "O", my jaw left shriveled in a ball on the floor. He stared intently into my gawking eyes, his ego magnifying one thousand times a second. I couldn't help myself, couldn't peel my eyes away from his bare chest. He was gorgeous.
I've seen Fang shirtless many time throughout my life, though not as much as it would seem considering how long we've lived under the same roof. Back then I would've shrugged it off and resumed going about my business, but now, now it was like I've been struck by lightning. Maybe the whitecoats had done something right after all.
Fang was ripped, cut as if his body was chiseled from a block of granite. He could make models cry and girls faint. He could probably stop traffic too. I continued to stare, knowing very well that Fang would never let me live it down. He was perfection shaped into the figure of a man- plus wings- and my body was fighting against my rational mind. I was rapidly spiraling out of control.
I lost count of how many times I studied his stature up and down, marveling from his well-defined pecs all the way down to the sharp V and thin trail of hair wandering down his navel. I was practically licking my chops, drool pooling below my open mouth. There were no words to describe the state of amazement I was trapped in.
"Take a picture, it will only last longer." Fang teased, kneeling in front of me.
"Sorry." I chuckled, pulling him back on top of me.
"Don't be." He replied as his lips reattached to mine. My hands journeyed up and down his bare arms, squeezing the tremendous quantity of muscle. They ventured down to his chest, tracing the grooves of his abdomen as they descended lower towards his dark pants. He sucked in a breath when my fingetips inched too close to his growing hard-on, to which he was clearly trying to mask. Trying, but not succeeding in the slightest.
He placed his heated palms under the hem of my shirt, sliding it up inch by inch as he exposed new territory to his attentive eyes. He reached the start of my breasts, meeting my gaze to silently ask for permission. I giggled at his gesture, putting my hands over his to help him remove the constrictive material. He slowly revealed the peaks of my clothed breasts, lightly brushing against the silky material of my bra.
"Teal." He remarked, noting the color.
"Yes?" I questioned, wondering why the shade of my bra mattered to him. It wasn't like it was some push-up teddy with lace and fringes.
"I pictured you as more of a red kind of girl." Fang smirked, sliding my tank top over my head.
"You picture me in my bra?" I interrogated, rolling on top of him.
"Sometimes- generally you aren't wearing one." He admitted, sending a flush of moisture between my legs.
"Is this a disappointment?" I joked, softly brushing my hips against his.
"Not at all." He hissed as I grazed over his erection.
"Then I guess you won't mind if I- remove- my bra?" I taunted, watching as all blood drained from his face. His adam's apple bobbed, his chest heaving in anticipation. I chuckled and released the clasp around the back of my ribcage, throwing the loose fabric over my head.
He was in shock, his face completely stoic. The mood suddenly changed drastically, the joke of let down suddenly becoming more of a reality. My pulse was rising, nerves beginning to eat at me more and more as every millisecond passed by without his voice ringing with any words to say to me. He was barely breathing to begin with. My mind was sprinting like a squirrel on speed, my inner being running laps around the universe. Every second of silence was torture, every absent moment of interaction added to my worry. I could've just screwed our entire relationship up for good.
"Max, stop." He finally said, attracting my gaze. Tears began to form around the corners of my eyes, and I cursed myself a thousand times for being so weak. I could still count all of the times I have ever cried in my life on one hand, and I was not willing to add the time Fang rejected me over my breasts to the list.
"What?" I choked out, my voice shaky with a mix of anger, hurt, and humility.
"It's just me, Max. You don't need to be self conscious." He calmed, gently stroking my wrist.
"I'm not." I defended, glancing away from him.
"Then why did you drape your hair over your chest? Why are your arms locked around your waist? If you are uncomfortable with this, we can stop. We never have to go this far again." He offered with hurt lingering in his tone. He was right, I was being self conscious. I had absently covered myself to avoid ruining his fantasies. I didn't want to let his hopes down.
"I don't want to be a disappointment." I admitted sheepishly, uncrossing my arms.
"You won't be."
"How are you so sure?" I demanded, my voice strained.
"Because I care for you too much." He stated, realizing that he would have to do better than that.
"Because I love you." He confessed, with passion, finding my gaze and locking eyes with me.
"You, you love, you do?" I stuttered, getting all emotional again.
"Yes, I love you. I love you more than anything in the world, Max. You are strong and beautiful and perfect and have absolutely nothing to be self conscious about." He stated, his voice like velvet.
"I love you too." I realized, my words making it that much truer. I did love him, I just never wanted to admit it to myself for fear of rejection. Distance always avoided the inevitable hurt that came with all relationships, and it was just one risk that I was unwilling to take until now.
"Okay." I sighed, pushing my hair behind my ears, fully exposing every inch of my bare breasts.
"Holy fuck." I heard Fang exclaim under his breath, his eyes pulling the same crap as mine did when his shirt hit the ground. He was caught in a trance, and this time I was sure that it was a good thing. I pulled my shoulders back tall, confidence replacing the previous lack there of. He brought his hand up to meet one, gently cupping it in his hand.
"Perfect." He mumbled, planting a kiss on the soft skin.
Fang tantalizingly explored the uncovered areas of my chest, softly rubbing the hardened rose peaks with his calloused thumbs. My mind went blank as the pleasure coursed through my body, my brain unable to concentrate on anything else, not even the wailing voice ripping through the downstairs.
"Max!" the familiar voice shouted from the floor below. I couldn't force myself to answer it, continuing to relish in the state of euphoria Fang had created.
"Max!" it repeated, growing more and more demanding by the minute. I groaned, knowing that I had to deal with whatever the dilemma of the hour was. Fang let out a deep breath, dropping his hands onto his bed, and silently telling me to go. I made a pouty face a him, unenthusiastically rolling off his lap.
"Duty calls." I sighed, kissing him one last time before pulling my shirt over my stomach. I eyed the discarded bra in the corner, a grin spreading across my face with realization. I'd leave it in Fang's possession for safe keeping.
"MAX!" the voice, which happened to belong to Nudge, hollered.
"I'M COMING!" I screamed, winking at Fang before disappearing down the hall.
Fang was left speechless, his pants still unbearably tight as the memory of Max lingered on his mind. Their relationship had definitely taken a drastic turn for the more serious, and he could only hope that Max wouldn't panic and bail.
"Yes, Nudge." He overheard from the story under, Max's soft voice not helping his throbbing member.
"Gazzy and Iggy stole my towel! Get it back and beat them with it!" She shrieked, her feet stomping on the tiled floor of the shower. It would've been amusing if Fang wasn't so painfully hard.
"I'm on it." Max replied, taking care of her task at hand. And speaking of tasks, Fang was presented with a soon-to-be very sticky situation. He unzipped his pants in attempt to relieve the incredible pressure in his lower regions, kicking his boxers down to his knees. With Max's naked chest still dominating his every thought, he gradually pumped his hand up and down his hardened shaft, releasing the tensions built up from the hour or so of unresolved foreplay. He jerked off silently, wanting nothing more than for Max to be back in his bed with him. There was no doubt in his mind that his dreams would be more explicit than ever tonight.
He wasn't exactly torn up over the fact.
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