Title: January
Pairing: Max/Alec Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Dark Angel is not mine, I just like to pretend. Sadly not making any money off this.
Summary: "Well, you see Maxie, it's like this. Boys and girls are made with different parts. . ."
"What's that?"
"What's what?"
"That. Below your waist and above your knees?"
smirk.
"Well, you see Maxie, it's like this. Boys and girls are made with different parts. . ."
slap.
"Not that you idiot! The crap you're wearing!"
"Uh, my shorts?"
"Obviously."
"Well, they're a clothing item commonly referred to as shorts." eye roll.
"And why are you wearing shorts?"
"To cover up the other thing below my waist and above my knees that shall not be named?"
slap.
"Stop slapping me woman! You know how turned on I get by violence!"
"My God, you're hopeless. It's January!"
"What? Since when? Why didn't anyone tell me? Quick! Sound the alarm!"
attempted slap.
"Ah-ah-ah, Maxie." finger wiggle. "That's enough of that."
"Who wears shorts in january?"
"It's not that bad. The sun is shining and there's barely any wind."
"Not that bad out? It's snowing!"
"Pfft. This crap barely classifies. Besides, if you really feel like arguing it's your fault I'm wearing these."
"My fault? I didn't tell you to wear those."
"You gave me no choice in the matter."
. . . "Huh?"
"If I recall right, this was your week for laundry."
"Seriously? God forbid you do laundry two weeks in a row. Oh, the horror."
"If you will further recall, I was attempting to do said laundry when you ambushed me."
"Ambushed? Delusional, thy name is Alec."
"Oh Alec, i need you, you're so hot, you're so big, oh yes, right there, faster, harder, oh ohh OHHHhhh!"
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
"I do NOT sound like that!"
"Yes dear."
"I don't!"
"Either way, i think we can safely conclude that it's entirely your fault I'm standing out here with you freezing my balls off in these shorts in the middle of a freaking January snowstorm"
"Oh shut up you big baby. Besides, it's barely snowing."
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Fin. ^_^