A/N: Up goes the rating...
Millie and Max walked along the cold streets in silence for a while. Max was deep in thought. Millie looked at him and tried to work out exactly what he was thinking. She watched as a few cabs went by, and wondered if she should be hailing them. But Max's behaviour was intriguing. She didn't want to leave before she knew what was going on.
Max was busily plotting out a plan in his head. He needed just a bit more time to put the pieces into place and to work out if he should actually go through with it. He knew that in order to keep Millie with him, they had to do more than walk together in silence, so he started to point out various landmarks along the way: the view of the river from the end of the street, the old church, a particularly good restaurant. Meanwhile, all Millie could think of to say was "Oh" or occasionally "Really?". She thought to herself that she had never realised before that Max Carter could be so boring. If it wasn't that she was so curious about what he was up to, and that he was looking particularly appealing with his windblown hair and upturned collar, she would be fleeing for the sake of her sanity.
It was getting to the stage where Millie didn't think she could keep going any longer. She was cold. She hadn't shod herself for walking tonight, and her feet were starting to ache.
Max seemed to sense her increasing discomfort and seized the opportunity. "You warm enough?" he asked.
"Getting a bit chilled actually. And as for my feet…"
"Look, my house is just down this next street? Do you want to come in and warm yourself up before calling a taxi?"
The walk invitation now made sense to Millie. She felt she should be indignant at his manipulation of her, but, at this stage, what other choice did she have but to go with him? They were off the main drag now, and she'd only have to walk further down alien streets to get back to recognisable landmarks. She didn't fancy being abandoned in the middle of an unfamiliar neighbourhood when she was underdressed and still slightly drunk. Surely she could trust Max, couldn't she? He was a police officer. It wasn't like he was a stranger to her. From their past interactions, she was flattering herself to think he'd lured her there for any reason other than he felt like company on his walk home. Wasn't she?
"Sounds good," she smiled back at him.
She was surprised when he greeted her consent with a smile and then slipped his arm around her waist.
Soon they were at Max's house and he ushered her into the sitting room. He immediately set to work establishing a roaring fire. The hotter the room, he figured, the sooner she'd take that coat off.
While Millie sat and made polite comments about the house and its décor, Max busied himself with organising a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine. He poured the wine out and offered the glass to Millie. She took it uncertainly. He picked up the other glass and raised it to make a toast.
"To surprise reunions," he said.
"Surprise reunions!" Millie repeated, as they clinked their glasses together.
Millie was nervous and drank down her wine rather quickly. She soon felt over-heated, and stood up to remove her coat. Max refilled both their glasses as she did this, watching her out of the corner of his eye. He thought she looked even more inviting in by the firelight of this room than she had at the club. He noticed with disappointment the way she pulled her skirt as low as it would go and adjusted the zipper so the dress was completely done up again. Still, this didn't completely prevent him getting the odd glimpse of the lace top of her stocking.
Max stroked the small plastic bags of cocaine in his pocket. Everything seemed to be falling into place. It was almost as if it were beyond his control...
Millie's second glass of wine didn't take much longer to disappear than the first. They were both feeling very relaxed by now. Millie sank back into the cushions of Max's sofa, increasingly unconscious of her rising hemline as she stretched out her legs in front of her. Max lay back and let his eyes travel up her shapely stocking-clad limbs from her toes to the now visible fasteners of her suspenders. They moved higher, over her leather clad curves to the slow rise and fall of the breasts that were barely being contained by the tight fabric. He looked at the tumble of her long red hair, her moist, inviting lips and those melting chocolate eyes. There was not an inch of her he wasn't now craving to touch, to kiss, to taste. She had claimed to be a bit of wild child. He wanted to test just how wild she actually was. And now was the time to do it.
Max, who was sitting on the sofa beside Millie, edged his way closer to her.
"Millie," he whispered.
Millie jumped slightly. She had been momentarily lost in her own little world. "Yes," she replied.
"I was just thinking about what you were saying before. About the drugs you tried when you were younger."
"Yeah?" Millie's alcohol-befuddled brain desperately tried to recount exactly what she had said.
"I, er, I actually have a little bit of cocaine on me…" Millie opened her mouth to say something, but he silenced her by putting a finger to her lips, "… just something I'd confiscated and never turned in. I was thinking I might try it. Do you, um, do you want to take it with me?"
It took a minute before the significance of what Max was saying penetrated through the drunken haze of her consciousness. When it did, Millie really didn't know how to respond. She didn't buy Max's story about why he had the cocaine. And she didn't believe he was simply wanting to 'try' it with her. She was sure this was all about the 'wild sex' she had mentioned she'd had the last time she took coke.
Millie cursed herself for being so boastful. What the hell had she got herself into? She had to admit she was enjoying the attention he was paying her, enjoying the fact that he seemed to be looking at her in a new light. If it had just been a matter of having sex with him, she'd probably say yes, even despite the fact she felt he'd set her up. Sleeping with Max was something she'd always wanted to do.
But what about the drugs? She was a police officer, for chrissake! They both were. Didn't he see that this was a problem? But how would Max react if she said no? There was obviously something not right with him. Everything seemed out of character with the Max she thought she knew. Could she really trust him?
Her mind was coming up with all these questions, but didn't seem to be offering her any answers.
As these thoughts went through her head, Max was anxiously watching her. He knew he was running a risk asking her. She could revert to being Little Miss Proper and make all sorts of trouble for him. But his desire, his curiosity, and, on some deeply hidden subconscious level, his loneliness, had got the better of him. He knew Millie had once admired him and he needed that right now. Even he hated himself these days. But he was a man of actions, not of thought, and he'd been waiting just a bit too long for an answer. He couldn't stand the suspense of her silence any longer.
"Millie?" he prompted. "What do you say?"
Millie saw that she was putting him on edge by delaying her answer. She was being offered a night of sex with Max Carter, one last chance to be bend the rules. How could she say no?
"Yes," she whispered back.
With visible relief, Max put an arm around her hip and pulled her in close to him.
He leant forward and got his drug paraphernalia out of the drawer in his coffee table. He took the packet out of his pocket and tapped on it to release the coke. He divided it into lines with a blade. Millie watched him and wondered if he really thought she was stupid (or drunk) enough not to notice how at ease he was with the whole ritual.
As if to complete the cliché, Max took a note from his pocket and rolled it into a cylinder. He handed it to Millie.
Millie took it from him, and hesitated.
"I, I don't want to take very much…" she said timorously.
He gently put a hand on her thigh. "You just take as much as you like," he said.
She paused again. "I've never snorted it before," she apologised.
"It's OK," he said softly, pressing his lips reassuringly to her temple.
She bent forward and took in about half a line. She put her fingers to her nostrils and sniffed. Max watched as she fell backwards on the couch. She lay back and waited to see what the coke would do to her.
Max quickly vacked up a couple of the other lines, then he moved back, remaining slightly forward so he could observe Millie. Once again he worked his eyes up from her toes and legs, over her reclining body to her face. He watched as the rush hit her, causing her to body to jerk slightly and her head to fling backwards as she sucked in her breath and gave a faint moan at that initial moment of euphoria. He found it overwhelmingly erotic. He wanted to make her do that again and again. As similar sensations started to course through his own body, he rolled himself over and pulled her against him, and within seconds their mouths were drawn hungrily together, as their hands started their eager explorations of the topography of an unknown but long desired body.
Max's fingers fulfilled their wish and took hold of that zipper and gradually worked it loose up along the length of Millie's body. The dress was cast aside and his passion was enflamed by the sight of her milky white body clad in the heavy black lace.
"I like this!" Max breathed heavily into Millie's ear.
"I was planning on getting lucky tonight," she panted back.
"I wasn't," Max said as his mouth renewed its attack on Millie's breasts while his hands undermined the bustier's containment of them. "But I think I just hit the jackpot!"
Millie felt herself falling deeper under the spell of the cocaine. With the last iota of caution she had left, she murmured, "I'm not on the pill..."
"It's OK, I'll take care of it," promised Max.
The sight and the feel of Millie's lingerie was so pleasing that Max didn't immediately divest her of them as his own clothes were shed and flung out of their way. He and Millie tumbled off the sofa and writhed around on the floor in front of the fire. Neither was really aware of the heat or the cold, just the ferocity of their need.
Millie's body was alive with intense physical sensation, but her logic and thought processes were becoming more and more confused. And she found that she was no longer worried about feeling like this. All that mattered to her was the pleasure she was experiencing and the insatiable thirst for more and more and more of it. Max started to undo the suspender belt and peel the stockings from her legs. After much grappling by both Max and Millie, the hooks of the bustier were undone and it was thrown to the floor. The feeling of Max's hands sliding under her pants to guide them over her hips brought gasps of anticipation to her lips.
Max was feeling reckless and impatient. All he wanted now was to get inside her. He fumbled with the condom for a little while, but either the drug or urgency of his lust for her made him clumsy. He told himself it was just too difficult to think about. She didn't really seem to care any more either. He told himself that her desire was just as overpowering as his. Everything would be fine. He would utter her more reassurances later if she needed them. Max threw the unopened condom packet onto the floor without her even noticing. He wasn't really into thinking of consequences anymore. He was invincible. He pulled her towards him and soon she was wrapped around him and their bodies moved and melted together, as they transported each other towards the exquisite, deliriousness of what (unbeknownst to either of them) was to be an especially fateful climax.