Bleh. That last one was horrifying in my opinion. But I like this one, because it's smutty. So whoo!

Iggy's POV

"But seriously, where's Jeb?" Mack asked, trudging alongside me up the steps.

I missed having a room., like the one back at the E house. Maybe when Gasman sold a nuclear bomb to some tiny little country, and made millions, he'd give a little bit to me and I could build a mansion. Then I'd have ten thousand rooms.

"He left right after you woke up earlier. Said something about work. He's probably gonna go make some kid run through glass to see if he can avoid stepping on it," I shrugged bitterly.

Mack had been hiding things from me. And back in the church, she'd promised to tell me everything.

I heard a door open and had to focus on not running into things for a moment, then plopped down on the bed.

"How come you didn't tell me about Riley?" I blurted, and heard her freeze as she shut the door.

Way to put her on the spot there, Igs.

"Because I didn't want you to feel the way I did back when you mentioned beach bunnies," she mumbled in the most adorable voice I'd ever heard.

I chuckled a bit. "Come here."

She climbed instantly onto my lap and I wrapped my wings and arms around her.

"Are you mad? That I didn't tell you?" She whispered.

"I'd get over it faster if you gave me a lap dance," I joked. Surprisingly, she didn't flip out-she laughed instead.

"You know I would never do that, right?" I asked slowly. She stiffened and didn't say anything. I began to panic. Did this mean she didn't trust me?

"I know." She muttered.

I felt my eyes go wide. "You think I might."

She took a deep breath and my mind was momentarily distracted by the way her chest pressed against mine when she did that.

"Remember when I said I had trust issues? Well, trusting people not to hit me has become somewhat impossible in the last year. However, when it comes to that, I trust you the most." She said.

I grimaced, then managed a small smile and abruptly changed the subject. "You wanna get out of those jeans? Now that I think about it, you've been in them awhile."

"My bag is downstairs," she mumbled.

I grinned at the spot where I imagined her face to be. "Got any objections to just sleeping in your underwear and a shirt of mine, then?"

She giggled. "Nope, no objections. Fang and Max might have a few though. And Dr. M."

I smiled. I'd gladly take any lecture I got from the flock leader and her mother. Fang probably wouldn't kill me…

"I certainly wouldn't mind," I murmured against her neck.

She giggled again. "Okay then. But if we get in trouble, I'm blaming you."

I just chuckled darkly, sliding her gently off me. I took a few careful steps through my everlasting darkness to find my bag.

Hopefully Max hasn't been digging through here to find dirty clothes to wash, I thought as my fingers brushed metal and wires.

Then they found soft cloth- a baggy sleeveless white shirt I tossed to Mack. I heard her catch it and smiled a bit to myself.

I pulled my own shirt over my head-stupid Arizona heat- and listened very carefully as Mack's clothes hit the floor.

Then I heard the rustle of my shirt being pulled over her head. "Dressed?" I asked.

"Sure, if this qualifies as actually being dressed," she said nonchalantly.

I said nothing, just grabbed at her wrist and pulled her against me.

And when she kissed me, I didn't feel like some blind, mutant teenager. I felt like the luckiest person alive.

And, technically, dead. Past lives huh?

Should I include the next part in here? I think I will.

Mack's POV

I let my body relax, let it melt into Iggy's. He loved me for me. He didn't care about the bad stuff.

He did love me, right? Or was that assuming too much? We'd only known each other a couple of weeks.

Okay, technically, we'd known each other since the beginning of time, but whatever.

I pulled my mouth away from his and peered at him through the dark. He stared blankly in my direction, confused as to why I'd pulled away.

It was dark in here now; I wondered vaguely for a moment where Max and Fang had gone, then shrugged the thought away.

I could wait for Iggy's love. We were both young. We had awhile.

"Nothing," I whispered, and stepped forward to press my lips to his pale collar bone. Instantly he wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling my lips back to his.

Something inside me shook nervously, causing my whole body to tremble.

But his lips were gentle against mine, reassuring. It was Iggy who held me now, not Riley.

Very slowly, he moved one arm to grip my waist, the other closing around my arm.

To keep my balance, I threw my arms around his neck.

Keeping his lips pressed against mine, he shuffled backwards until his legs hit the bed. I gasped a bit when his lips left mine for air. When they rejoined, they were a little less gentle, a little more lustful.

Very abruptly, his hands slid all the way down to my thighs. Iggy had picked me up and crushed me against him, forcing my legs to go around his waist so I wouldn't fall. I pulled my head back, but Iggy wasn't about to stop. Instead he skimmed down my neck, pressed his lips against my shoulder, nipped at my throat.

"No hickies." I said sternly.

"If I did, I'm not sorry," Iggy growled.

I kissed him back with much more hunger now, and very slowly, almost as though to torture me, his tongue slipped into my mouth.

"Do you trust me?" He demanded suddenly, pulling away roughly and I made a little noise of protest.

"What do you mean?" I gasped.

"Do you trust me to know how far to take this?" Iggy gasped.

I gaped at him with wide eyes, but whispered, "yes."

His mouth attacked mine again, and he lost no time in picking up where he'd left off to ask his question.

I stifled a shriek when he turned and tossed me on the bed somewhat roughly, but made no move to push him away when he crawled over top of me and began kissing me again.

He grinned against my lips and that broke the intense atmosphere.

I giggled against his and he laughed, never breaking our kiss. "You're good at this," I breathed and he laughed some more.

I let my hands roam over his back softly, giving him goose bumps, then let them trail to the soft feathers at the edges of his wings.

He groaned and it was my turn to laugh. "Frustrated?"

"Mhm," he moaned pitifully against my neck.

"Maybe I should go sleep with the girls," I teased as he began pulling my-his-shirt up to kiss my flat stomach.

"No!" He yelped, pulling it instantly back down. "I'll be good."

"Right." I said doubtfully, but snuggled into his stomach anyway as he collapsed onto his side beside me.

He rubbed the spot between my wings.

I closed my eyes and sighed happily as I fell asleep.

Sorry. Had to get that outa my system, hehe. This next POV is another past life, and it's going to hint at why Max freaked/freaks about Fang now. In the next chapter I'm going to go back to when Fang flipped and stormed out of Dr. M's and Max followed him, in her POV.

Sadie's POV

The show was over for the night. It had been a long one, and my hands shook as I turned the doorknob to the dressing room.

"What is wrong with you, Maxine?" I asked, miffed. My best friend hadn't spoken to me all night.

"Nothing." She said curtly, stripping out of her garters.

"Tell me, please," I begged.

"Tis nothing, truly. One of my regulars chose to take Francesca out tonight." She shrugged and I winced in sympathy.

The hardest part of being a saloon girl; getting too attached to the regulars.

"My brother John?" I questioned quietly as she stripped out of her garters.

She nodded.

"Did he say he was taking her out?" I asked, slipping my corset off.

"No. But he was stuck to her like mortar out in the hallway." She sniffed.

"Maybe she kissed him." I suggested. Francesca was flighty even for a prostitute.

"He's just a customer, Sadie." She snapped. Then her face softened.

"I apologize. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow and be in a better temper." She murmured, hugging me fondly. Her blonde, long hair cascaded down her back and I could smell the soap she used as she did so.

Then she left.

I stepped over to the looking glass she had vacated, taking my time redressing into normal, respectable clothing.

I unpinned my curly, coal black hair, and met my own reflected, emerald green eyes. Sometimes I had to remind myself I was human. I'd begun to feel a bit like a book that had been borrowed several times.

When finished, I slipped out the back door. The night was humid.

My high heeled boots clattered noisily as I walked home. Cindy was probably up still, waiting to chatter on and on and on about her day. The girl never hushed.

"Hello there," a voice greeted and I jumped, then picked up my pace.

A young, handsome man fell into place beside me. His grin was dashing, and his light hair was somewhat curly. His clothes were very fine…what could he possibly want with me?!

"Hello." I said curtly.

"You put on quite the show." He murmured politely, pressing his lips to my ear and slowing my brisk pace with a hand on my arm.

"Is there a particular service you require, sir? If not, I simply must be getting home to my siblings." I spat, raising my bold eyes to meet his surprisingly light hearted and teasing ones.

"Ah, I see. You're the once respectable girl who's parents are now deceased. Your elder brother, if you even have one, turned to drinking, and now you must support the family." He said cheerfully. I stopped walking, staring at him.

"How did you know that? And who are you? I've never seen you in town before." I asked.

"I'm the wayward son of a wealthy merchant," he announced grandly, "and my given name is Darryl Thomas Manse, though I prefer Tom. I am new in this town. Now if you are quite finished interrogating me, I have a proposition for you, wench." Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

His odd manner threw me off guard. "A proposition?"

"Yes. Would you like to hear it It's a very good one." He asked eagerly, and took my arm, strolling along the wooden sidewalk with me as if it were a fine Sunday afternoon and I were a lady.

"Alright." I agreed.

"Stay with me for the duration of my stay; two weeks. At the end of the fortnight, I will offer you three thousand dollars. You may choose to take the money, or you may leave it." He offered.

My mouth dropped open. Three thousand dollars! Truly, this man was a fool to waste his fortune on the likes of me. But I would be a fool not to take his offer.

"I accept this proposition and gladly, Mr. Tom." I smiled charmingly at him, shaking his hand.

"Wonderful! I suppose you must let your kinsfolk know of your approaching absence and make arrangements, no? I shall send for you at nine tomorrow morn, then. Your address?" He cheered.

I scribbled it on a piece of an old check he happened to have tucked in the pocket of his trousers.

"Excellent. Good night, my dear." I grinned, and just as suddenly as he had joined me, he was gone.

Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus, help me, I prayed.

So, there's that. I think it shows you why Max is so scared to get close to Fang now. I mean, he and she hooked up in this particular life, then left each other to act like nothing had happened, only to come back for more, and Max-er, Maxine- had to cut all feelings for him off because he was "just a customer."

Anyone wanna take a guess at who Nudge was????

This takes place sometime in the early 1800's, by the way.

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