It was nothing and everything all at the same time. Their hands were everywhere all too fast, but touching timidly, as if the other might shatter under their touch. His lips were cold and dry and hers were salty, but neither of them cared. They burned together, insides melting like acid, the coils unfolding all over again, the sensation pulling each other closer and closer. The unsprung coils inside them filled them with heaviness, an itch in the pit of their stomachs, their lungs pulling for air, the broke apart.

He was sticky. His body still covered in blood, some dried and some still fresh. They stood up from the floor, her legs weak, from crying, from his touch, she wasn't sure. Her eyes travelled to his sealed wounds, making sure the stitching hadn't torn. She tentatively bought her left hand to his lower abdomen and traced the pinched skin, he hissed lightly.

''Did I hurt you''? She asked pulling her hand away sharply.

''No, no. You're fine I'm just sensitive''. He rolled his eyes when she giggled.

''At least shower and clean yourself up, I'll get you a fresh shirt''. She said moving into her bedroom, guiding him with.

''I don't wanna walk around in some girly pink shirt Max''. He said as she turned the water on in the shower.

''Oh relax you big baby, I have a pile of old shirts from Joshua, one's that didn't fit him. You'll be fine''.

The shower was nice on his cold self. The water a deep red as he watched it circle around the drain, his body returning to its clean, tan state. The sting in his leg and torso were welcomed happily by him, and within minutes was gone. He rested his head against the tiles thinking about their kiss. My oh my, finally you had the balls to do it. It was getting a little pathetic watching you pine after her from a distance all these months; you could have easily done something before you left you know. His internal self was right. It was pretty pathetic, he was exactly like Logan, something he never wanted to be. Dancing around Max for more than a year, taking him to nearly die twice for them both to reach out and make a move. He was supposed to have game, supposed to be great with the ladies. But Max is no lady.

''Hey asshole stop running up my hot water and get out, I gotta shower too you know''. Ah yes, she is no lady. No lady of yours…

When he stepped out of the bathroom in a fresh shirt that had been overstretched by Joshua's huge form and his washed jeans, the hole brushing up against his knee, that would scar, he knew it. There was this smell, a sweet smell, almost like a candy store at set up shop in Max's home. He walked into the kitchen where she was stripped to her tank and briefs a pitcher of cold water next to her while she fanned herself.

''Is it just me or is Seattle's weather going haywire these days''. She asked him.

The closer he got to her the more stronger the scent became, sweeter and sweeter like his head was surrounded by cotton candy but all he could see was her. She looked at him curiously, he hadn't said a word and unless he's dying, he usually can't keep his mouth shut. What is his deal? I get it, weird headspace after what happened but he doesn't have to look at me like I've got some sort of virus. She internally chuckled at her comments.

''I'm fine, did you get some new air freshener or something? Smells different in here''. She sniffed the air and turned up her nose, it smelled sour like off-milk.

''Yeah it smells awful, I must forgotten to get fresh milk or something''. She said stalking over to the fridge and pulling out the carton. Nope, not expired for another 3 days.

Then it hit them, the sweet and sour contrasting smells, their scents, and her overheated skin. She was in heat and both of them knew nothing would end well if he stayed any longer than he needed to. So coming to the conclusion that its best for him to leave, he grabbed his torn shirt and leather jacket, calling Sketchy to come and pick him up and take him home. He turned to thank her for practically saving him. It's all she ever does because all YOU do is fuck up. They were flush up against each other, looking down at her, breathing her in and wrestling with himself. Dear lord how he would want nothing more than to show her what being with someone of her kind was really like. She wanted nothing more than to pull him inside and rip his clothes off and mark his flesh. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers for the second time that night.