Lissa's a little feisty here, and I've also put in some heated Fax, just because you guys deserve it. Early update because I'm busy Monday!

Thanks to my beta once again, FluffyBunniesAreSoCute, you're a gem.

Enjoy!

Summary: Lissa Harold is used to having any guy she wants. Her next target, Max's Biology partner Fang Ride. But he has his eye on someone else. Max.

Disclaimer: All characters, plots and familiar content are copyright of James Patterson and any reproduced content are only used for creative purposes. Also, all music, songs and lyrics reproduced and mentioned are property of the artists respectively and are only used for creative purposes.

Nothing You Can Do
Chapter Ten: Get What You Want

-:-:-:- She could have any other guy here, so what's the matter? -:-:-:-

The night was slightly chilly, and Max was quickly feeling the cold seep into her skin and into her bones, so Fang had retrieved his football jacket and given it to Max. It was massive on her; her fingers barely peeking out, but she didn't care. It smelled like him and it was warm.

Lissa was looking for a drink when she spotted Max standing by the beer keg pouring herself a glass. She didn't miss the distinct blue of their school's colour of her jacket, or the familiar number on the back of the jumper, 26. It was Fang's football number. Seeing Max in his football jacket was like a punch in the gut. She hadn't known she was going to show up, but there she was, standing there, looking completely at ease and as naturally gorgeous as ever.

There was a bitter taste in her mouth, which may or may not have been the alcohol, and she narrowed her eyes.

"So you made it after all," Lissa called out with an air of indifference.

Max turned and took a sip from her cup before answering, "Yeah, and?"

Lissa shrugged. "Didn't think you'd show."

Max nodded. Right. She took another sip of her drink.

Lissa eyed Max's black skirt and secretly envied how long and tan Max's legs looked in it. "A skirt? Really Max? Didn't even know you owned one, let alone would wear one."

Max smiled sickly-sweet at Lissa. "Occasionally, whenever the need arises. What's it to you?"

Lissa said nothing. She nodded then at Fang's jumper. "So you guys are like, official."

"I guess you could like, say that," Max mocked her tone. She took a longer swig of her beer. She stared Lissa in the eye. "Lissa, you could have any other guy here, so what's the matter?"

Lissa stepped up to her. "What's the matter here is that I always get what I want. And he is the one I want."

Max groaned frustrated. "You don't even know him. Lissa, have you ever thought that maybe you're not his type?"

Lissa scoffed. "I'm everyone's type. What makes you so much more special? Why does he like you?"

Max shrugged. "Honestly Lissa, I can't answer that. Just that he does. I really like him."

Lissa stuck her chin. "And if I say I like him too? Aren't I entitled to get to know him?"

"Well, yeah," Max answered hesitantly, "but he's got a girlfriend."

Lissa looked straight into her eyes. "That hasn't stopped me before."

-:-:-:-:-:-

Fang spied Max standing at the kitchen counter where she was washing her hands. He sneaked up behind her, slipped his hands underneath her shirt and wrapped his arms around her.

"Where'd you disappear to?"

Max smiled at the sound of his voice and leaned back into his embrace. "I was eating pizza with Nudge and the others."

Fang's lips quickly found themselves at the back of her neck, peppering kisses along the back, sweeping her hair to one side to allow for a clear path. He turned her around so that she faced him, and he kissed her, gripping her hips tightly. He had wanted to do this all night.

They were standing in Sam's kitchen, and anyone could walk in and find them, but that was long out of their minds.

"Fang," Max breathed, but it took her a while to continue because she was distracted by Fang's lips on her jaw. "Anyone…anyone could walk in."

"Who cares?" He breathed, pulling back briefly. "Let them have a show."

Max scoffed and hit his chest, but it was light-hearted. She pulled his back down to her, kissing him deeply. "Somewhere…private."

Fang nodded and gripped her hand, dragging her out of the kitchen. He quickly found the laundry, thankfully empty, and he shut the door behind him, before he pushed Max against the washer. His lips quickly found hers again, and she responded eagerly to every touch. His hand made its way from her waist to her hip, then down to the back of her thigh, gripping it tightly.

She hitched it up over his hip, causing him to step into her, pressing their bodies together. He gripped her hips then propped her up onto the washer, making her face equal his own. He placed his hands on both of her thighs, intending to gently pry them apart, but she must've read his mind, because she spread them apart, allowing him to stand between them, and then she wrapped her legs around his hips.

Fang groaned at the contact and his hands gripped her hips tighter. Her hands were lost in his hair, gripping and tugging at the strands pleasurably. His hands landed on her shoulders, sliding his jacket off her shoulders and down her arms, throwing it somewhere behind him.

Her hands immediately found their way into his hair again, pulling and running themselves through his hair. Her nails scratched at his scalp, and a quiet growl escaped his lips in between their kisses. His hands snaked their way up her torso underneath her shirt, then stopped to rest just below her bra.

His fingers teasingly traced the bottom of her bra, touching the skin that just lay underneath, and a loud breathy moan left Max's lips. She felt his lips smirk against her own, but she didn't care, losing herself to the feeling of Fang.

She threw her had back when he moved his mouth to attack her neck, licking and kissing the smooth skin there, and her fingers gripped his hair tightly when he bit down into her skin.

"Fang," she moaned, and Fang felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound of his name. He bit her again wanting to hear her moan his name again.

Fang's shirt was the next to go, Max decided, and she quickly helped him pull it over his head, throwing it somewhere beside her. She then ran her hands down his chest and stomach, raking her nails lightly against his skin.

As her nails skimmed over his skin, he felt his body erupt into fire and he pulled her even tighter to him by grabbing her butt, pulling her hips parallel to his own. A long groan escaped Max, and he felt himself react to the connection. His hips grinded against hers without his knowing, and his groaned lowly at the friction.

She felt his hands slip underneath her skirt, slowly pulling the material up her thighs and rubbing her skin. For once she was glad she was in a skirt, but at the moment Fang was displeased with the black material in between them. His jeans were beginning to feel uncomfortable too.

Just as he was about yank the black skirt down Max's legs, the laundry door opened.

"Are there more drinks—holy fuck!" Sam's eyes were about to explode from his head.

Fang pulled away from Max, and pulled her skirt down. "Sam."

Max was breathing heavily, and she glared at her blonde friend. "Get out."

"Sam, I said to get some drinks. How hard is tha—" Nudge's voice filtered through the loud music, but she stopped short once she saw the scene.

"Well, looky what we have here," she teased mischievously.

Fang growled, angry that they had been interrupted; Max was still glaring at Sam.

Sam cheered. "Fang, you go man!"

Nudge rolled her eyes but smiled sheepishly at the heavy-breathing couple. "I'm sorry, guys."

She left quickly, but Sam stayed. Max glared at him. "Get out!"

"It is my laundry, so really you two should leave—" He started, but one look from Fang shut him up.

"Dude," Fang ground out, "fucking leave."

Sam chuckled and lifted up his hands in defence. "Sorry man. I'll leave you two alone."

He shut the door behind him, and the loud music from the party was slightly muted.

Max was still breathing heavily, her hands still on his chest. "Kinda ruins the moment, hey?"

Fang shook his head and grinned devilishly and licked her lips. His hands were back under her skirt again, pushing it back up to where it was before.

"I'm still up for it," he told her, pressing his hips against hers and she laughed at the innuendo.

"Fang," she scolded, a blush forming on her cheeks.

"You love it," he grinned at her and leaned down to kiss her. She rolled her eyes, but let him kiss her.

-:-:-:- She's in my ear like here's the thing, girls like you have no chance with him,
My oh my, well I guess I proved you wrong -:-:-:-

Well…that escalated quickly, and short. I apologise!

Read, review and goddamn I want my own Fang to make out with in laundries,

- FlowerChild22