Hey guys! Sorry for the super long wait! The last two weeks of school before break were crazy and I've been on vacation for the past week and a half. Plus I have a huge gymnastics meet this weekend. Anyways, enough with the excuses, here is your chapter. I hope you guys forgive me for posting this so late!

P.S.- Matt, I'm single ;) I saw your review and finished this chapter tonight. This is for you ;) And all of my other amazing reviewers out there, without you guys I wouldn't be writing this story at all :D


I woke up in a mangled mess of sheets, pillows, and Fang. A quick glance at the green glow of the wall clock told me that it was eight o'clock here; I remember hearing something about a five hour time difference or something. So it's either three in the morning or one in the afternoon... whatever. Fang can figure it out later.

And speaking of Fang, he was softly breathing next to me, with his arm locked around my bare waist and his legs entangled with mine. There was no way that I could get up without waking him.

Wakey, wakey Fangie Pie.

"Fang!" I hollered, waking him up with a probable heart attack.

"Max! What the hell?" He replied groggily, chucking a throw pillow at my head.

"It's time to wake up. Your wife is lonely." I pouted.

"Well that most simply won't do." He responded, already with more energy in his tone. It was like one hint of sex for a horny teenage guy was the equivalent to three cups of coffee, something to keep in mind. And as predictable as horny Fang's get, his hand started moving up my thigh.

I rolled my eyes, feeling his hand move dangerously close to my womanhood. Seriously, Fang?

"Uh uh, mister! Don't think you're getting lucky right now! Not until you clean up this mess!" I scolded, making him aware of the feathers, which I don't even know who or what they came out of, scattered all over the floor. Not to mention the pillows and clothing littering the floor, which you couldn't even see.

Or how about the jizz on the ceiling?

You've got to love Fang.

I untangled myself from Fang and the bed sheets and walked out of the bedroom, fully aware that Fang was staring at my bare behind. I took an oversized fluffy white robe from the bathroom and slung it on, dragging a hair brush through my matted hair. With little success, I gave up, wandering down to the kitchen in search of food.

There was a pastry basket sitting on the counter, somehow passing my attention the night before. Packed inside were muffins and croissants and some appetizing-looking pastries that I couldn't identify. I grabbed some kind of muffin and bit into it, satisfying my growling stomach.

The morning sunlight was streaming in through the huge windows, aluminizing the room. It was the perfect day for a fly, but I unfortunately had things to take care of first. Like the suitcases.

I finally pushed myself to unzip them, gathering the luggage from where I left it at the door. I wheeled it into the bedroom, leaving scratches on the wooden floor that probably cost more that the average american family makes in two years, but it's only wood. Boo hoo.

I threw the suitcase onto the bed, opening it with little to no enthusiasm. I never understood the action of unpacking a suitcase that you are only going to repack a few days later, but went through the notion anyway just for the hell of it.

I'm kind of glad that I did though.

Some certain culprits, including but not limited to Iggy, Nudge, Angel, and Gazzy, managed to sneak in a few goodies of their own. And managed to weigh the suitcase down by an extra ten pounds, but whatever.

Six little gifts sat face-up on my bed, each waiting to be opened. I called Fang to the scene of the crime, interrupting him from his reality television that he was watching instead of cleaning like he was supposed to. He looked at me with a questioning glance as he entered the room, and I brought him up to speed with what was going on. He nodded and picked up the first box in the pile.

Gazzy's.

His box was green, his favorite color, with a note that read, "Fax (get it? Fang + Max = Fax!), this is my 'love bomb'. Enjoy! Caution: I'm not responsible for anything that sets on fire. Use at your own risk".

A caution like that is never a good sign.

Inside the box was a hijacked perfume bottle spray-painted pink, with some nauseating fragrance inside. I didn't really know what to take of it, and from the look on Fang's face, neither did he. I put it aside and intended on keeping it there.

I opened Angel's hand-crafted glitter wrapping next, holding a locket with a picture of the entire Flock inside. And what do you know, another note! This one seemed less like the warnings on the backs of firecrackers.

"Max, Have fun with Fang! Bring me back a baby sister/ niece! Love, Angel." it read. So physically harmful, no. Mentally? That's debatable.

There was also a note for Fang. He read it aloud to me, "Fang, take good care of Max. If she does something stupid, you better make sure she's wrapped in bubble wrap. Bring her back in one piece! And please make a baby sister for me! Love, Angel."

And of course, he was holding some bubble wrap.

Oh, Angel.

Building up the courage to further corrupt myself, I tore open the box labeled Nudge. Which I should've left closed.

Let me ease all you fellow readers in with the note first.

"Max and Fang, we both know what you'll be doing all week. Angel wants a baby sister, but I sooo do not want to deal with a hormonal, pregnant, moody Max. So please, be careful. Anyways, have fun, and enjoy the new... clothing. Love you!"

Fang caught a glimpse of the clothing first and a huge smirk emerged on his face. When Nudge said clothing, she didn't mean clothing that I would wear out to dinner or to the grocery store, no, she meant clothing that I would wear if I was a stripper in Las Vegas.

There literally wasn't enough total fabric to cover my hand.

Nudge in someway or another came across fishnet stockings, a lace thong, a blue pair of crotchless panties, and, wait for it, a cheetah print thong. For Fang.

Fang was not nearly as pleased as I was. I mean, come on, if I have to wear a thong, I guess it's only fair. Especially because the words 'I love Max' were rhinestoned across the butt. Sometimes I dread Nudge's gifts, and sometimes I couldn't be thankful enough.

Though she did push it by sticking two pregnancy tests at the bottom of the package. That was just a teeny bit obnoxious.

Moving on, Fang opened the envelope that had Iggy's name printed on the front.

"Hey lovebirds, thought you guys might want to make it back home alive, and not die from food intoxication, so check the fridge. You're welcome." Fang read.

Well thank you, Iggy. I was expecting something more... obnoxious? Invasive? Rude?

But then again I do get in the habit of speaking too soon. The note had a back.

"By the way, have fun screwing each other for the next six days. Don't trash the place too badly. And don't trash each other either; hickeys usually take a week to heal fully, and judging by Max's level of ability with makeup, I'd play it safe if I were you. You kids have fun."

Well that was offensive. I'd like to see him put on make up.

Fang handed me the next gift, which happened to be from Ella.

"Hey Max and my new brother-in-law! How's the married life treating you? I miss you guys already! I know that I can't call you or anything but Mom said that I can mail you a letter from the post office in a week or so. Have fun during your week in paradise!"

Under the note was a neatly folded fleece blanket with a picture of the Flock printed on it, plus Mom and Ella of course, and all of our names. It was adorable. Wait no, did I just say adorable? I think I can count all the times that I have ever used that word on one hand. What is wrong with me?

Anyway, the blanket was plush and soft, and definitely something that I will hold on to. It was very thoughtful.

Mom's gift was merely a letter. She wrote, "Max and Fang, thank you for being so wonderful to Ella and me all this time. You will always be my family. Both of you are courageous and strong, and will make great parents one day. Enjoy the rest of your life together, and if it isn't too much to ask, keep us close. We'd love for you to visit when everything here is settled. I left a wedding gift in your lovely house, I hope that you like it. I am so proud of you both and I love you."

God, I'm going to miss her so much. Her warm cookies that not even Iggy can compete with, her comforting hugs, her warm towels after we shower, her calming advice. It's the little things like that you miss the most.

"Max?" Fang called, rubbing my back in attempt to soothe me. He knew how rough losing my mom and Ella was for me.

But this week is about us. It's about celebrating being together, forever.

It's about love.

"C'mon. I want to explore the island." I stated, drying my eyes with my arm.

Fang agreed, surprise, surprise, and tossed me a bikini, shorts, and a tank top out of the suitcase in front of him. He threw on clothes of his own and we laced up our shoes, eager to discover the secrets that the island held.

Bird kid style.

Hiking is never an option when you have wings. After we took off in the air, everything was clearer. We had a full view of the island and everything that it held, and on top of that the tropical wind felt like magic against my wings. The air temperature wasn't unbearably hot, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. I couldn't design a better day.

The layout of the island went like this: to the left side was the white-sand beach with the tide pools and the palm trees. To the right were the rocky cliffs and a few caves. Smack in the center was a waterfall, because what's an island without one? And in random locations were various pools, natural and not, hot tubs, gazebos, pagodas, and a boat house. Jet skis? Yes, please.

First place to go on my agenda, the roaring waterfall that I could find just from the sound of it. I'm naturally attracted to waterfalls. Maybe its the whole 'opposites attract' thing, since I'm a bird but I like acting like a fish. Who knows, maybe I am part fish after all. The whole genetic shebang.

I landed roughly in a patch of flowers, probably killing the majority them. The waterfall was loud, really loud. For those of you who have never been near one, find a video or audio clip. It's not something that you will ever forget. Think millions of gallons of water falling a good forty feet into a pool of water.

Another thing I like about waterfalls; they're romantic. I'm no sucker for roses and love notes, and I prefer takeout over a five-course dinner, but like I said, the little things make the biggest impression.

And the water is an excuse to shed some layers.

Fang's shirt hit the ground before he knew I was pulling it up. I chose to leave his swim trunks on... for now at least. I stripped to my nonconservative bikini as well, excusing the eyebrow cock from Fang. And the whistle.

I pushed Fang into the pool first, testing to see how cold the water was. He didn't hoot or holler, so I assumed that it was a decent temperature. It wasn't the warmest water that I have ever been in, but it surely wasn't the coldest.

I think that part of the pool was man-made for sure, because the layout of it was too convenient for it to be a coincidence. There were shallow rocks lining the edge, making for a perfect bench to sit on... or to do other things on.

In an hour I should be free to cross off a waterfall from my list of places to have sex.

Fang was one step ahead of me, already working on the string of my bikini top. I swear to god he produces three times the amount of testosterone of any other teenage guy, period. Maybe I'm wrong, and maybe it's just a guy thing to always be horny, but I think Fang's dick is larger than his brain. Literally.

It kinda turns me on.

My top flew off, literally, into the current of the falls. By Fang's doing. Probably never to be seen again, which was predictably his plan all along. I've lost more clothing with him than I'd care to admit, but I'm sure he doesn't mind at all. He will care a lot more when he has to pay to replace it.

Per usual, Fang was ignorant to the loss of my top as his mouth started ravishing my body. And like always, I felt a freaking rock poke my leg.

But something was different this time around; I felt in control.

Claiming it before it was gone, I straddled Fang's waist, grinding my hips into his. His groin was already on full-throttle, hitting me in all the right places. The water served as an extra lubricant against the fabric of our swimsuits, not that we really needed it anyway. I was providing plenty.

Fang's hand inched his way towards my waistband, fingering the hem until the strings came untied. He tossed it onto a rock, insuring that there was a chance I could find it again. His hands ran up and down my hips, lingering by my center longer than they should.

So I was fully nude and Fang had trunks on? Not on my watch. Still grinding on him, I distracted him, catching his bottom lip with my teeth. Without giving his time to react, I dove my hand under the thread of his shorts. He was definitely ready for me at the moment.

I shoved his bathing suit off his ankles, allowing it to float around in the water. Bare on bare, skin on skin, it's the best feeling in the world. Especially in the water.

Fang's calloused hands groped my breasts, his hot breath tickling my neck. "I love you." he whispered over and over again, rubbing his manhood from my core to my stomach. My nails were leaving red lines on his shoulders, erasing the ones left over from the night before.

Now I understand what Iggy was talking about a few weeks ago, Fang does look like he was mauled by a tiger after I have my way with him.

Too bad Fang treats me like an eggshell.

Somehow I felt less in control than I did minutes ago; Fang had his way of doing that a lot. I don't mind it much, my compulsive need for control skips out on the sex department. And Fang's need barges in.

Maybe we are more fit for each other than I thought.

Still massaging my breasts, Fang pushed his way into me. Or maybe I pushed myself on top of him. I was far too caught up in the moment to tell. With my legs wrapped around Fang's waist, our paces synced perfectly.

We were in no rush, but we weren't exactly taking our time. Within a minute I was flipped onto my back, being thrusted into against an unnaturally smooth rock. Fang's hand rested on the bundle of nerves he discovered not too long ago, rolling it between his fingers gently.

The extent of noise that I was making was incredibly embarrassing. Moans and groans were slipping from my throat left and right. My breathing was out of control, choppy and ragged. It was like all of my stamina vanished into thin air. Or maybe Fang had consumed it. He wasn't even breathing heavily. Ten minutes in and there was no difference in his physical state as there was when we began. Hello, stamina. Where have you been hiding for the past few months?

Fang shook his head, knowing immediately what I was thinking. Just to prove a point, he picked up his pace, bringing me to climax in under a minute. As always, it was the most amazing feeling in the world. It's like flying without the effort. I swear to god it is always better than I remember it being the last time.

And Fang was still going strong. Was he taking something? Was there some crazy stuff in the water here? Had he finally gone mad?

Or has he been holding back all this time?

Whatever it was, I wasn't complaining. Climax after climax, release after release, he kept going. I started to feel... guilty? I'd gotten off three times and he hadn't finished even once.

I exaggerated my pleasure slightly just to motivate him a little more. Sure, he would never let me live it down, but the man desperately needed to finish. What if he explodes or something?

"Fang! Oh my god Fang! Faster! Ooh just like that!" I panted, adding in a magnified moan as well. He took the bait like a fish on a line, and I was reeling him in with all I had.

I kissed him. Oh god, did I kiss him. I think I might have even purred somewhere in the mix. And possibly growled.

I used the last weapon in my arsenal, one that I should've opened with.

"I love you." I whispered into his ear.

Moments later I felt him release into me, triggering my fourth climax. He was now panting like he just finished a triathlon, sweat covering his skin outside of the water. He was sweaty and wet, I was sweaty and wetter.

And we were all alone, naked, on an island.

So what did we do? A naked flying race. Have I ever flown naked before? Nope. Was I about to? Hell yes.

The race was from where we were to the beach, to the cliffs on the other side of the island, and then back to the house. In total it should take me about five minutes. Six for Fang.

Unless of course he cheated, which he did. He took off with no warning, taking a head start. I passed him before we were even a third of the way to the beach, when he then proceeded to grab my ankle and pull me back, using my force to propel him ahead.

I wasn't taking any of his shit, not today, not ever. I flew over him, using all of my power to stride as far ahead as I could.

Flying naked was epic. No clothing to slow you down, which surprisingly made a significant difference. It was just you and the world, the way it was meant to be. You don't see birds flying around with sweaters on, do you? There is very good reason for that.

Bare is the way to go.

I soaked up the rare opportunity, soaring at record-breaking speeds. Five minutes? Please. I was done in four and a half, leaving Fang to eat my dust. He landed a minute after I did, as booming with new discovery as I was.

One word slipped his lips.

"Rematch?"

It's on.