Two in one day. Go me. =)
This one was a little bit inspired by a darkaznangel452 review.
J is for
Jealous
How things got so out of hand, he wasn't sure. It was meant to be a one time thing. Revenge for her being such a cockblock at Crash. Again. He should have known she'd play dirty.
His expression was almost triumphant when Max had walked into her apartment and found a blonde X-7 straddling Alec on her sofa. His expression was petrified when he walked into his apartment and found Max in his shower. She didn't even have the decency to look embarrassed when he pulled the curtain back. She didn't have anyone with her (thank god) but she was completely naked, soap suds cascading over her bare breasts. Alec retreated hastily to his bedroom, not sure whether he should be glad of his photographic memory or not.
The second time she caught him it was a redhead. And they were in her bed. He was almost hopeful when he got back to his apartment, but the shower was empty. She wasn't there. Neither were the left of his four pairs of boots. The right boot from each were lined up militantly. She'd even polished them. No lefts. He found them in her freezer three days later.
Bitch.
It took her two days to find all of her stolen underwear, soaking in red dye in Alec's bathtub. When he got home she and Logan were eating pasta in his kitchen. Logan looked uncomfortable, but she flashed Alec a sly grin. That was too far, even for her. He left without speaking to either of them.
When she got into T.C. that morning, she had to push past a squawking Dalton. He tried to barricade the door to her office but fled after Max threatened to put him on crèche duty for the increasing number of X-5 babies. It was a brunette this time, sweaty limbs tangled with Alec's on the floor in front of Max's desk. She stared for a minute at their sleeping forms, then shut the door. Hard. Slammed really. They both woke with a start. Max glared at the girl.
"Out." She may have been an ordinary, but the girl knew a command when she heard one. She dressed quickly and fled. Alec stretched and pulled on his jeans lazily.
"What you did was worse," he stated. There was no mistaking the disgust in her eyes as she cocked her head.
"Jealous?" Alec flinched. A slow smile spread across his face. He got it. Finally.
"Yeah."
"Good."
It took three steps to cross the space between them. Less than thirty seconds to kick off her shoes, pull of her leather jacket, tank top, jeans and very red underwear. Less than three seconds to pull of his jeans. Almost an hour to fully reclaim the spot in front of her desk. Two bites on barcodes to put an end to their feud.
He didn't know how things got so out of hand, but this wasn't a one time thing. And he would never call her a cockblock again.