Fang smiled again. I noticed that this time, it was a more hesitant one.

"Don't worry. They're going to be all over you, lavishing you and suffocating the life out of you with hugs and kisses!" I joked with a few giggles at the end.

He raised one eyebrow. Oh God, I had missed that too. The way it arched sent my heart fluttering.

Quickly, I leaned forward and kissed him again.

He responded quickly, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and pulling me closer (if that was possible) to his hard body. I melted into his grasp.

I'd angled my head to the left so I could get better contact with his warm lips. My breathing was becoming more staggered, but I didn't care.

Not until I pass out from lack of oxygen will I care.

Then, his tongue tentatively brushed against my bottom lip. It was warm; a wet, soft substance that left tingles in my stomach.

Surprised, I gasped into his mouth, knotting my hands into his thick hair. Eagerly, he thrust his tongue into my mouth, running it through the contours of it.

We fought for dominance for a few moments, a battle with our tongues, when air became a necessity. I pulled away, hardly able to control my deep pants, which were bursting on Fang's ear.

He didn't stop though; he simply leaned forward more and began kissing his way down my neck.

I was now lying in the middle of my king-sized bed. Fang was hovering over me, his hands in a death-grip on my waist. How I got here, I did not know. But at that moment, I could care less.

I looked over his body. I could almost make out his back muscles, flexing underneath his shirt.

Big emphasis on almost!

I wanted to see the soft skin. I wanted to touch it, lick it, and bite it all day long.

Carefully, I slid my hands from Fang's gorgeous hair and down his torso. Gently, I used my nails to scrape at the skin beneath the t-shirt, making Fang hiss.

Once I'd reached the hem of the shirt, I pulled the fabric over his head. His lips only broke from my neck for a moment, before they were attacking it once more, his teeth grazing the soft skin every once and a while.

While looking up at the ceiling in a daze, I traced the contours of Fang's back, loving every dip and curve.

In a desperate attempt, I yanked on Fang's hair, forcing his lips to my own. In his surprise, he forgot to hold himself up for a moment, and his full weight came crashing down upon me.

I moaned into his mouth. As soon as I did it, I blushed a deep shade of red and pulled away from his delicious mouth.

He smirked in response, then gently began moving his hands up from my waist, slipping them underneath my shirt, massaging the soft skin there.

I bit my lip in a weak attempt to hold my purrs of satisfaction.

Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips back to mine, his warm hands still massaging my stomach.

Then, he came to the end of my shirt and rolled the fabric around in his fingers, silently asking permission.

I quickly leaned forward some, allowing him to strip the shirt from my body. He was now gazing at my plain black bra, which hid the mound of flesh beneath.

Again, I blushed and bit my lip, looking into his smoldering eyes.

I thought I heard him murmur, "So beautiful," before delving his face down and trailing wet kisses across my torso.

Another moan escaped my mouth. This time, it came out as a low growl, gurgling in my throat.

As he assaulted my stomach, I didn't hear the front door open. I didn't pay attention to the sounds of stomping feet.

The only thing that really caught my attention was iggy's voice.

"Hey Max! We jus- WHOA!"

I opened my eyes, and to my complete horror, there stood my entire family, their eyes wide.

I almost screamed. Quickly rolling over, I wiggled my way out of Fang's grasp, grabbed a random shirt off the floor, and threw it on. It happened to be Iggy's, which had been loaned to Fang.

"Uh…Ummm…"

That was pretty much the only thing that could come out of my mouth. The blood rushing to my face seemed to pulse, the sound fresh to my ears.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod………

Fang slowly sat up and smiled warmly at everyone else, who resembled a bunch of fish at the moment.

"You're going to attract flies you know."

Ahh, the ever witty Fang to the rescue.

They all turned to him, as if he had just appeared in the room. They made no moves though, they simply stood, their eyes suddenly wary.

Angel was the first to move. Tentatively, she approached Fang, her hand slightly outstretched. A single finger touched his forehead, her face a mask of concentration.

He simply stared into her eyes, his face impassive.

Within moments, she collapsed into his lap, tears streaming down her face as she clung to him like static. Her sobs shook the bed as she hid her face in his neck. She'd obviously read his mind, and knew that this was truly Fang.

The rest soon came over, each of them with tears in their eyes.

All except Emily of course. She still looked to be in shock.

I gave her a look and told her I'd explain later. She turned to me and nodded, a smile now bracing her face.

I turned to address everyone, "OK. Know we have a lot of catching up to do, but there's a dinner that needs to be made people!"

Everyone quietly shuffled out, each one having a look of disappointment.

Just before Iggy left, he turned to me and winced, "Next time you want to 'catch up' with Fang, let me know. I don't want anymore nightmares than need be."

I swatted his arm, all the while my face resembling the color of a fire truck.

Once they were gone, I turned back to Fang and smiled, "Well, that went well."

"Which part? The being caught practically having sex? Or the tearful reunion?"

I smiled and sat in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, "the second."

He returned my smile with a smirk and yawned loudly, his sweet breath fanning my face.

"OK big guy. You have two hours to take a nap before dinner is done, so get snoring!" I exclaimed, already tucking him in.

"OK." he grumbled, shimmying down underneath the covers, his head cushioned by three pillows.

Once at the doorway to the room, I turned back to Fang, "I love you."

He smiled, "And I you."