Scotch Flavored Dreams
By LuLina
PG – 13 (for now, probably NC –17 in later chapters)
A/N This is AU, there is still growing paranoia about the transgenic, but FN never happened. Also, Max and Logan have broken up, but no real Logan bashing.
I don't own them, so don't sue me.
I love all y'all who reviewed! Gets me in that writing kind of mood. To anyone who might have started reading Long Seattle Nights, I'm sorry. I might finish it… someday… I know this isn't the most exciting fic in the world, but I'm trying to pick up the pace, really, I am. Who knows, maybe in the next chapter there might be some 'action'.
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You are more beautiful when you awake, then most are in a lifetime – Verve Pipe
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Still sitting on the couch he tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to pick up footsteps moving down the hallway. They stopped, then started to move back the way they came. Realizing that whoever was in the hallway was pacing, Alec relaxed, only Max would pace outside my door, a small grin touched his lips, probably determining the best way to kick my ass. Hearing her stop pacing he put his feet up on the coffee table, grabbed a magazine, and pretended he had no idea she was there.
The door opened and he waited patiently for the verbal berating, for her to get it out of her system, so they could move on. A few more seconds passed before he started to get confused. Turning slowly around he saw her standing just inside the door, looking at her feet and playing nervously with the hem of her shirt. "Max?"
She finally looked up at him, her eyes filled with confusion as she seemed to struggled for words. " I just stopped by to… um, what I mean is, thank you?"
He smiled lightly as the normally cool and collect woman standing in front of him suddenly showed her more vulnerable side. Mimicking her earlier indecisiveness he smiled at her, "you welcome?"
Seeing Max roll her eyes slightly he relaxed, waiting for her to make the next move. He followed her eyes as she looked around the apartment, taking everything in. She stopped at a point just over his shoulder, glanced at him, and then pointedly looked over to the spot again. Alec turned looking for what ever had peaked her interest. Seeing nothing he turned to ask her about it, when he felt the cushions on the couch shift. Before he knew it Max was sitting on the couch, brushing against his shoulder, her feet going to the coffee table next to his.
Surprised by the sudden change, he glanced several times from the spot she had previously occupied to where she say now. Unsure of what exactly to do he moved his arm away from his side and rested it against the back of the couch. Max took his change in position to move closer to him again, she leaned into his chest, lightly wrapping her arms around his middle. Ok, I have Max in my arms, just like I've always wanted, but now what?
As if answering his question, Max reached up and pulled his arm down around her shoulder, effectively pinning herself to him. After reminding himself to breath, he let his muscles relax so he could get comfortable. With his free hand he smoothed her hair away from her face, once again amazed at how peaceful she looked.
They stayed like that for a few hours as Alec cradled her body against his. When he finally heard her breathing even out he took her to the other room and over to his bed. Laying her gently beneath the covers he placed a light kiss on her forehead, before heading back to the couch. As he passed by her he felt a light tugging. Looking down he noticed her hand gripping the edge of his t – shirt and her brown eyes staring up at his.
"I didn't come here to have you tuck me in Alec," she whispered, "and I didn't come here to kick you out of you bed either." Gazing at her pleading eyes he admitted that he couldn't have 'no' to her if he wanted to. She could ask me to slam my hand in the door and I probably would if it would make her happy.
Mentally shaking his head, he quickly stepped away and striped off his pants, slipping into the bed in boxers and his t – shirt. Still slightly unsure of the situation, he breathed a silent sigh of relief as Max's arms slipped around his waist, her head pillowed on his chest. Wrapping his arms around hers, he lightly ran his hands up and down her back, soothing her back to sleep.
*Sorry my chapters are kinda short. The next one should be longer.*
