A/N: You guys (Nola96 and mystery-Guest) are the best, thanks for the feedback! When I started this, I figured I'd write through the whole thing without any real reviews, because people only read the M-rated romances for the smut anyway. But your reviews light the fire in my fingertips and I want to write more for you so badly!
Nola96, you're right on track. Max is about to have her turn. Sort of….
M-Rated Content this Chapter: I'm tired of giving you spoilers. If you're reading at this point, I'm assuming you're okay with what's going on. Enjoy!
Day Four - Evening
"Screw Itex. Screw 'em. Who needs 'em?" Max slouched forward against her pillow and held out her empty wine glass to Fang.
Fang laughed lazily at Max. "There's no more, Beautiful, you've had half the bottle." He bent towards her and covered her jaw with sloppy kisses.
Max pouted and shook her head, pulling away from him. "And who had the other half, huh?" She leaned back again and let her glass fall to the rug next to the bed. Fang's hungry mouth followed her. "Not bad for a pair of under-aged drinkers."
Fang snorted into her ear and she shoved his face away. "Under-age, my ass. If growing up in a kennel doesn't earn me a free pass to drink on my honeymoon bed with my wife, then what's the point?"
"No point, absolutely no point! There is no point to be pointed at!" Max threw her arms around angrily before leaning heavily against Fang's shoulder. "We, we sure showed 'em, huh? Stuck it to 'em. Grown up and married and having sex without white coats or tests or cameras. They wish they could watch us do it. They'd call it research, the pervs."
Fang frowned. "We haven't had sex yet." He let his head fall slack and stared at her from under his brows with a pout.
Her eyes flashed. "Well, I said I wasn't ready to be in a hurry, and you said that was okay with you, Fang."
Fang sat up cross-legged in front of Max and placed his heavy hands over her shoulders and stared at her very, very seriously. "Just facts, Beautiful. I wasn't lying."
"I didn't say you lied. You just implied-"
"That I want you? Always." He leaned forward and grasped her lips in a sloppy kiss. His sickly sweet breath rolled across her parted lips, "I always want you."
She tasted of red wine and Fang was suddenly desperate for more of her. His drunken kisses grew more passionate, his tongue danced with hers, and he came up on his knees and leaned over her and his hands roamed hungrily. Max moaned loudly, writhing beneath him and eagerly returning his kisses. Her hands slipped under Fang's soft t-shirt and danced across his hard stomach. Fang slid one hand between her legs and began stroking the supple flesh like he had that morning. Max shivered and leaned forward to bite on his ear and Fang groaned, hips jerking reflexively. He groped her chest roughly and shifted the hand that was between them to the elastic of her pajama pants, fingering the waistband before running his thumb along the inside.
Max pulled back and gasped, pushing his hips away. "What are you doing?"
Fang stilled but kept his thumb in her pants. "I want you. I wanna…I wanna make you happy, Beautiful." He pressed into her soft abdomen gently with his captive thumb and leaned forward to kiss her again, but she turned her head. "Don't you want a turn, Love?"
Her breathing quickened. "I dunno, I dunno what to do."
Fang could feel the beginnings of the wiry hair beneath her pants with his thumb and it was driving him nuts. He pressed his forehead against her cheek and whispered to her neck. "Wanna make you happy. Like, like we were this morning, except now I wanna make you happy." He kissed beneath her jaw and licked her lightly. "C'mon, Max. Let me. You're so beautiful, and I wanna touch you so bad." He kissed her jaw again and pressed his body against her harder. "We'll stick it to Itex, the bastards."
Max lay still for another moment before finally turning back to kiss Fang. Her hands slid up to clasp behind his shoulders and her fingers twisted into the hair at the nape of his neck. She still felt warm from the wine and now, warm between her legs from Fang's massage, and suddenly everything seemed just fine. She rolled her hips a little and Fang gripped her hip tighter and she gasped, "Okay," her red wine breath washing over his face. "Okay."
He groaned in anticipation and gripped the edge of her waistband to tug it over her hipbone, but Max's hands flew down to stop him. She squirmed but kissed him again and he hesitated before taking her cue and pulling her pajamas back up. He settled for slipping further into her pants.
Fang's large hand moved down slowly over her mound, following the curve to the moist place between her legs. Max gasped and arched into him, sucking lightly on his neck. Fang felt his heart pumping and his member throbbing as he held his hand against Max, afraid to move. What the hell was he feeling? Where were all the parts? Wasn't he supposed to fit inside her somewhere? Cautiously, he began pressing his fingertips against the warm flesh, trying to find something that seemed like he should touch it or stroke it or something. Max stopped kissing and lay still beneath him.
"What are you doing?"
Fang just kept poking around, figuring he'd have to hit something good eventually. His calloused fingertips couldn't tell what was what, and Fang couldn't remember anything helpful from that one awkward sex-ed class in high school. Probably because of the Erasers that showed up next period, he thought, and reached further between her legs.
"Shit!" Max jerked away and grabbed his wrist. "Wrong hole, Fang!"
"Sorry, I'm sorry, you're Beautiful, I'm sorry…." Fang flushed and resumed his prodding. He could feel two swollen welts running between her legs and pushed down on those softly, running his fingers up and down the way he did over her underwear. Max relaxed some and went back to nibbling on Fang's neck and he figured he must be doing something right.
Slick wetness leaked onto Fang's fingers as he stroked her and his arousal grew tenfold. They lay there together for some minutes. Eventually, Max stopped biting on him and just laid back, eyes closed. Fang hopelessly watched her face, looking for some sort of sign, but her intermittent grimaces did nothing for him.
He paused and leaned down to her. "My fingers are getting tired."
Max frowned, eyes still closed. "I don't know what's supposed to happen. Maybe….maybe I'm broken. Down there."
Fang grunted and switched hands, leaning on his damp palm and sliding his other hand back down between Max's legs. He went right back to rubbing along the swollen parts and kissed Max's jaw line and she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him.
"This isn't working. Maybe we should just-" Fang cut her off with a kiss and searched desperately for something new to try.
He carefully found the slick spot and ran his fingers up her center until he found the soft button at the top. Something clicked then and Fang knew, he just knew, that he was supposed to touch her here, so he pressed his fingertip against her spot. And frowned. And did it again. Nothing was happening. Max stopped and winced beneath him.
"Fang?"
He ignored her and decided to try something different. He took hold of the nub of flesh and tried massaging it with his fingers. Max gasped and he felt the thrill of triumph fill his chest and then she opened her mouth.
"Ouch, Fang! Too hard!"
He pressed his lips into a thin line and furrowed his brows, trying to grip her in a different way.
Max jerked under him and pressed her legs together, clamping his hand in place. "Seriously, that hurts, quit!"
Frustration flooded through Fang's thoughts and he felt back down her seam, determined to get this right. His fingers found her nether-lips and tugged, gently, he thought, but Max cried out in pain and grasped his wrist like a vice.
"Stop!"
Fang glared at Max, confused and embarrassed and still feeling tingly from the wine. "I'm figuring it out." He pinched her labia once more and Max whimpered, yanking his hand out of her pants and slapping him full across the face.
"I said stoppit, Fang." Max clenched her knees together and curled them up to her chest.
Fang sat up with one hand pressed to his bright red cheek and shook out his black feathers. "Fuck, Max. I've never done this before. I didn't complain when you touched me."
She gaped at him, furious. "That's because you liked it!"
"Yeah, all 30 seconds of it," he spat, "You're no expert, clearly."
"Are you kidding me right now? Of all the… At least cut your damn nails next time, it's like getting felt up by an Eraser!"
Fang narrowed his dark eyes and then gestured angrily at the tent in his pants. "And what am I supposed to do about this?"
Max blinked at him furiously, her eyes welling up with tears. "Figure it out yourself, you pig." She threw herself back down onto her pillow and yanked the sheets up to her chin.
"Fine." Fang grunted dismissively and fell back on the other side of the bed, staring up at the ceiling with a scowl.
Max sucked in little half-breaths and watched the tears roll down the side of her nose. She was tired and still a little bit drunk and her private parts hurt, really, actually hurt. She knew, of course she knew, that he wasn't trying to hurt her, but the sharp pain in such a vulnerable place made her feel naked, even though she wasn't. She wanted him to hold her, just hold her, and let it be okay.
She rolled over towards his stiff form and watched him scowl at the place where the ceiling met the wall. Her voice cracked when she finally spoke, "Fang?"
She reached out to touch his shoulder and he noisily turned over, hunched around his ignored erection, presenting his broad back and tightly folded wings to her.
Max's face crumpled and she gasped a little sob. She rolled back over to her side of the bed and made a cocoon out of her wings, curling up beneath them with her arms wrapped around her knees. She just couldn't stop the damn tears.
A/N: Rejection hurts, yeah? Poor Max. Poor Fang. Morning is coming, and it'll get better. Please let me know what you think with that handy review button below!