Yeay part 13. Woohoo. Let me know what you think. Oh and I always forget to
put the disclaimer but just see the firs chapter.
Part 13
Max sat uncomfortably on Alec's couch while her host sat at the far wall. He stole glances in her direction but always staying in profile to her. The late morning sun shone with difficulty through the dirty window that resided behind her. It highlighted the side of his face that looked towards her while the other remained obscured in shadow.
Her head tilted as she studied his physiognomy in curiosity. She could tell something troubled him and she wondered if it had to do with her. She thought back to that night at Sandeman's house. The night he'd come into her room and she'd woken under his scrutinizing gaze. She thought even further back to when she'd told him of Ben and the way he'd comforted her in a heartbeat. She jumped from moment to moment, each time he'd been there for her, no questions.. Well, actually a ton of questions but she had to admit they were asked in an attempt to annoy her, get her mind off of things.
He'd looked at her in disbelieving wonder when she'd pulled him under the covers and yet the morning after he'd been so lost, so confused on where they stood and if she was to be honest so had she, not that she'd ever admit it.
So now she had to wonder if this was the same. A half hour ago when he'd picked the fight to make her face the facts, for her to admit what she had, they'd kissed again and then they'd put things on hold. For all of 10 minutes until they'd been sent away to get rid of their 'Unresolved Sexual Tension' and because even they'd had to admit to the fact that TC was running smoothly, efficiently and nothing major was happening that couldn't be handled without them.
So barely restraining themselves they'd gotten to his place without doing anything but walk side by side, their hands brushing, to the complete disappointment of their followers. They really needed to start stealth lessons, Max thought; everyone seemed to suck at it. Then again Alec hadn't seemed to notice that they were being observed.
All that had changed the second they'd closed the door to his place. Max one second had been shrugging out of her jacket and the next she'd found herself pinned up against his door, his body all tensed and hard pressed against her softer one and his lips against her own, tenderly and lovingly; something she'd never pictured Alec as.
In all the. fantasies. she'd thought up, in her dreams the rare times she slept, he'd always been masculine, rough and uninhibited. But in that moment, though he portrayed all of that, she found softness, an innocence that she'd never imagined.
And she'd responded. Oh boy had she responded. Max smothered the smile at the memory of her actions and a slight blush rose to her cheeks.
For a few soulful minutes nothing had existed but the gentle brushing of their lips and the caresses of their dumbfounded hands. And then the heat and electricity between them had skyrocketed.
Everything had melted around them into nothing as they consumed the passion, the chemistry they had ignored for months. And as quickly as he'd come he was gone. Only in jeans he'd moved away leaving her, flushed and her breathing ragged like his. She'd looked at him in confusion, uncertainty, as her chest rose and sunk.
That's how they had gotten to where they were now. Her sitting on the couch as she observed his tense but slumped form sitting across the room.
"Alec," she whispered tentatively not wanting to scare him.
He jumped when her voice shattered the silence, "Max," he mimicked, but his voice was hoarse.
"Alec, you made me face the facts, you've never let me hide yet you do the opposite. You disguise everything you feel. You think that's gonna make you any less? That if you confess that you're unsure, confused or even scared that I wont respect you?" Max ranted, straining to remain calm.
"Max I don't want a lecture, I want," Alec licked his lips as he searched for what to say, "I want." Again he trailed off and looked down at his hands as he cursed his cowardice mentally.
"What do you want Alec?" Max prompted, "Do you want me to leave?"
"No!" he yelled even before she'd finished.
"Alec," Max sighed, "I'm not one to talk, but you need to speak what you feel. I've never been able to easily, not with Zack, not with my friends, not even Logan."
Alec winced at the name but still he refused to look at her, "OC was the first I ever showed everything to. My sisters were taken away from me for a decade. I closed up. You need to get everything off your chest."
Alec had an internal battle raging on in his head. There was nothing he wanted more than her, no one since Rachel he'd ever needed as much as he did with Max. With her he felt like he could show whom he really was, but he never knew where he stood, you could never really be sure.
Each time something troubled him he felt the shadows threaten him; to swallow him whole. But then she shone, she seemed to emanate light, and everything made sense out here when he was with her. She could explain it to him, she was his guide in a way; like a guide dog leads the blind she was leading the transgenics.
A low chuckle escaped his lips and Max raised an eyebrow, "I'm being serious. You need to talk about things to someo."
He faced her then halting her mid word with the genuine smile that spread his lips; "I wasn't laughing because of that. I compared you to a guide dog and it made me laugh."
Her eyebrow rose further and she was having trouble at keeping her lips from curling upwards, "What?"
"Well you know. You're leading the transgenics like a guide dog leads the blind," she erupted into laughter valiantly trying to regain control of herself, "I know my analogies are screwed but it fits." Alec defended almost in a whine.
She was still chuckling at him as he rose and stalked towards her, "Oh so you think that's funny huh?" Alec scoffed and tackled her down tickling her sides.
She squirmed underneath him trying in vain to swat his hands away with no success. Her body felt perfect pressed against his, like it was meant to be there and knowing Manticore Alec began to wonder. She stopped wriggling and for an instant Alec wondered why until he realized that his hands had stopped their playful torture. They ran over her sides sensually in a slow stroking manner and for the life of him he couldn't stop.
"Max, I don't want to be a rebound, something to get your mind off Logan," he warned, his nose brushing hers and his hands, now still, just below her breasts, "And I don't want to lose you. I'd rather never have you if this is just a fling or if you're gone tomorrow."
Max breathed heavily, her face flushed as she stared up at his stormy hazel eyes; "You're not just some fling. But I can't promise you I won't die tomorrow, or tonight. My life, our lives are too unpredictable."
His lips flew down crushing against hers with all his passion, all his fear and every emotion he contained within. Max's head was spinning from his assault and she was drowning in his taste, struggling to keep her head above water. And yet she reveled in it.
******
Spartacus tapped a beat to a song only she could hear on the wood of the table she sat on. Her eyes were half closed and her hair hung in front of her face.
"So you can actually see them, eh, you know." Rook asked out of the blue, stuttering on his words as a low blush crept onto his cheeks. Spartacus smiled as she heard all minds within the room suddenly pay attention to her and Rook.
Dix and Luke were still working with their heads bent down but she could tell they were listening. Mole and Zack were less inconspicuous. Spartacus grinned, "Bits and pieces. It's kind of disturbing. I'm happy for 'em but I didn't ask to see how happy they were," she explained. "They got to his place and they were moving things along and then for some reason Alec stopped. Now they're back at it."
"What do you mean Alec stopped?" Mole growled, chomping on his cigar. Every one had abandoned all pretense of not listening and was actively staring at her.
"What's so hard to believe? He stopped and walked away, half-dressed mind you but he walked away," Spartacus shot back unsuccessfully hiding her smirk. It was Zack, who put his two cents in this time, beating everyone else to it, "That doesn't make sense. Why would he stop? Max is my sister but I'm not blind."
Her eyes widened and her mouth flapped open for a few brief moments until she managed to get a grip on herself and a little disbelieving grin touched her lips, "You're all dogs. All of you no matter what DNA you got in you."
And with a surrendered shrug she turned on her heel and left Headquarters.
*******
"So what do you think was wrong with Cus this morning?" Zane whispered to Jondy from the rooftop his eyes never leaving the building he was keeping watch on.
"It was weird," she replied as she continued to study the blueprints, "She wouldn't go near Max. When she ran off I went after her and I was gonna slap it out of her but then one thing after the other happened and she managed to weasel out of it."
Silence once again overtook the two as they both concentrated on their tasks. Zane rubbed his eyes tiredly and stepped away from the ledge. He walked noiselessly to where Jondy sat with her back to him. He leant over behind her and planted a kiss to her neck startling her.
She could feel him grin against her neck and she smiled herself shaking her head, "I was doing something important you know?"
Zane ignored her continuing to nibble down her collarbone to her shoulder, "You know those blueprints to the last light switch and I've memorized the rounds to the second. I think we both deserve a break. Don't you?" his tongue shot out licking and tasting her skin.
Jondy's last resolve flew out the window and she leant back into his embrace, "We're gonna be late."
"It's not like they're expecting us to be on time." Who could argue with that? Thought Jondy.
*******
"Hey Spart! Wait up!" Rook yelled running after her retreating form. He caught up to her and fell in step beside, "Did you think of something to do?"
Spartacus stole a glance in his direction catching the excited spark in his eyes and something else she couldn't quite place, "I guess you could say that," she relented and picked up her pace causing him to follow suit.
They walked for a few minutes with Spartacus strangely quiet and Rook asking continuous questions about where they were going, "Is it me or did we switch roles," he concluded after a while. Spartacus only laughed and motioned him to follow her.
Pulling on a large canvas it fell away revealing a sizeable machine that Rook had no idea of what it was. He studied it curiously. It looked like a train track pointing upwards like a ramp with a chair bolted onto it. On the side there were several controls but it gave no indication of what it did.
"Spartacus what the hell is this and where did you get it?" he asked, baffled by the equipment in front of him.
"Well, Joshua found it three days ago and some of the engineers put it here in case we needed it," she shrugged nonchalantly running a finger over the track the chair slid on.
"Okay but what is it and how do you know about it?" Rook argued still trying to make sense of the metal structure as he studied Spartacus.
"It's a kid-a-pult. I found out about it the same way I find out about everything else. Someone thought about it," she explained as if he was a child. An impish grin spread her lips and Rook noted with an inward chuckle that she looked like Garfield in that moment.
Rook's eyes bulged when he saw her climb up and sit herself down in the seat, "Spart get down. What if you trigger it somehow?"
"Relax it's not fixed and I doubt it still functions after what? Eleven years out of use?" she drawled swinging her legs sideways grinning at him. "Wouldn't it be cool if it did though? I could call it the Spart-a-pult."
Rook snorted at her dreamy eyed stare. Spartacus turned sharply at the noise and glared at him. Her foot shot out to kick him but collided with the lever first. "Shit!" With a clunk it shifted sideways and they both held their breaths.
They waited in anxiety. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Nothing.
Spartacus released the longest breath and smiled nervously, "Maybe we should call it the Cus-a-pult. It makes you swear."
Rook could still feel his heart in his throat and only managed a small strained chuckle, "Get down from there before anything else happens."
Spartacus rolled her eyes but went to obey. Her phone slipped from the side of her jeans to which it was clipped. It fell on the controls and Spartacus didn't even manage to realize what had happened before the chair shifted and shot upwards, catapulting Spartacus airborne.
"VIRGIN MARY HOLY MOTHER OF GOOOOHOOOOOD!"
****** Let me know what you think. Thanks so much for the reviews and to anyone who reviewed but I cant get enough. So feel free to continue. Ps. You know with the whole Nc17 ban thing. Well I wasn't planning on making this fic nc17 unless specifically asked but out of interest how far can you go before it turns from R to NC17?
Part 13
Max sat uncomfortably on Alec's couch while her host sat at the far wall. He stole glances in her direction but always staying in profile to her. The late morning sun shone with difficulty through the dirty window that resided behind her. It highlighted the side of his face that looked towards her while the other remained obscured in shadow.
Her head tilted as she studied his physiognomy in curiosity. She could tell something troubled him and she wondered if it had to do with her. She thought back to that night at Sandeman's house. The night he'd come into her room and she'd woken under his scrutinizing gaze. She thought even further back to when she'd told him of Ben and the way he'd comforted her in a heartbeat. She jumped from moment to moment, each time he'd been there for her, no questions.. Well, actually a ton of questions but she had to admit they were asked in an attempt to annoy her, get her mind off of things.
He'd looked at her in disbelieving wonder when she'd pulled him under the covers and yet the morning after he'd been so lost, so confused on where they stood and if she was to be honest so had she, not that she'd ever admit it.
So now she had to wonder if this was the same. A half hour ago when he'd picked the fight to make her face the facts, for her to admit what she had, they'd kissed again and then they'd put things on hold. For all of 10 minutes until they'd been sent away to get rid of their 'Unresolved Sexual Tension' and because even they'd had to admit to the fact that TC was running smoothly, efficiently and nothing major was happening that couldn't be handled without them.
So barely restraining themselves they'd gotten to his place without doing anything but walk side by side, their hands brushing, to the complete disappointment of their followers. They really needed to start stealth lessons, Max thought; everyone seemed to suck at it. Then again Alec hadn't seemed to notice that they were being observed.
All that had changed the second they'd closed the door to his place. Max one second had been shrugging out of her jacket and the next she'd found herself pinned up against his door, his body all tensed and hard pressed against her softer one and his lips against her own, tenderly and lovingly; something she'd never pictured Alec as.
In all the. fantasies. she'd thought up, in her dreams the rare times she slept, he'd always been masculine, rough and uninhibited. But in that moment, though he portrayed all of that, she found softness, an innocence that she'd never imagined.
And she'd responded. Oh boy had she responded. Max smothered the smile at the memory of her actions and a slight blush rose to her cheeks.
For a few soulful minutes nothing had existed but the gentle brushing of their lips and the caresses of their dumbfounded hands. And then the heat and electricity between them had skyrocketed.
Everything had melted around them into nothing as they consumed the passion, the chemistry they had ignored for months. And as quickly as he'd come he was gone. Only in jeans he'd moved away leaving her, flushed and her breathing ragged like his. She'd looked at him in confusion, uncertainty, as her chest rose and sunk.
That's how they had gotten to where they were now. Her sitting on the couch as she observed his tense but slumped form sitting across the room.
"Alec," she whispered tentatively not wanting to scare him.
He jumped when her voice shattered the silence, "Max," he mimicked, but his voice was hoarse.
"Alec, you made me face the facts, you've never let me hide yet you do the opposite. You disguise everything you feel. You think that's gonna make you any less? That if you confess that you're unsure, confused or even scared that I wont respect you?" Max ranted, straining to remain calm.
"Max I don't want a lecture, I want," Alec licked his lips as he searched for what to say, "I want." Again he trailed off and looked down at his hands as he cursed his cowardice mentally.
"What do you want Alec?" Max prompted, "Do you want me to leave?"
"No!" he yelled even before she'd finished.
"Alec," Max sighed, "I'm not one to talk, but you need to speak what you feel. I've never been able to easily, not with Zack, not with my friends, not even Logan."
Alec winced at the name but still he refused to look at her, "OC was the first I ever showed everything to. My sisters were taken away from me for a decade. I closed up. You need to get everything off your chest."
Alec had an internal battle raging on in his head. There was nothing he wanted more than her, no one since Rachel he'd ever needed as much as he did with Max. With her he felt like he could show whom he really was, but he never knew where he stood, you could never really be sure.
Each time something troubled him he felt the shadows threaten him; to swallow him whole. But then she shone, she seemed to emanate light, and everything made sense out here when he was with her. She could explain it to him, she was his guide in a way; like a guide dog leads the blind she was leading the transgenics.
A low chuckle escaped his lips and Max raised an eyebrow, "I'm being serious. You need to talk about things to someo."
He faced her then halting her mid word with the genuine smile that spread his lips; "I wasn't laughing because of that. I compared you to a guide dog and it made me laugh."
Her eyebrow rose further and she was having trouble at keeping her lips from curling upwards, "What?"
"Well you know. You're leading the transgenics like a guide dog leads the blind," she erupted into laughter valiantly trying to regain control of herself, "I know my analogies are screwed but it fits." Alec defended almost in a whine.
She was still chuckling at him as he rose and stalked towards her, "Oh so you think that's funny huh?" Alec scoffed and tackled her down tickling her sides.
She squirmed underneath him trying in vain to swat his hands away with no success. Her body felt perfect pressed against his, like it was meant to be there and knowing Manticore Alec began to wonder. She stopped wriggling and for an instant Alec wondered why until he realized that his hands had stopped their playful torture. They ran over her sides sensually in a slow stroking manner and for the life of him he couldn't stop.
"Max, I don't want to be a rebound, something to get your mind off Logan," he warned, his nose brushing hers and his hands, now still, just below her breasts, "And I don't want to lose you. I'd rather never have you if this is just a fling or if you're gone tomorrow."
Max breathed heavily, her face flushed as she stared up at his stormy hazel eyes; "You're not just some fling. But I can't promise you I won't die tomorrow, or tonight. My life, our lives are too unpredictable."
His lips flew down crushing against hers with all his passion, all his fear and every emotion he contained within. Max's head was spinning from his assault and she was drowning in his taste, struggling to keep her head above water. And yet she reveled in it.
******
Spartacus tapped a beat to a song only she could hear on the wood of the table she sat on. Her eyes were half closed and her hair hung in front of her face.
"So you can actually see them, eh, you know." Rook asked out of the blue, stuttering on his words as a low blush crept onto his cheeks. Spartacus smiled as she heard all minds within the room suddenly pay attention to her and Rook.
Dix and Luke were still working with their heads bent down but she could tell they were listening. Mole and Zack were less inconspicuous. Spartacus grinned, "Bits and pieces. It's kind of disturbing. I'm happy for 'em but I didn't ask to see how happy they were," she explained. "They got to his place and they were moving things along and then for some reason Alec stopped. Now they're back at it."
"What do you mean Alec stopped?" Mole growled, chomping on his cigar. Every one had abandoned all pretense of not listening and was actively staring at her.
"What's so hard to believe? He stopped and walked away, half-dressed mind you but he walked away," Spartacus shot back unsuccessfully hiding her smirk. It was Zack, who put his two cents in this time, beating everyone else to it, "That doesn't make sense. Why would he stop? Max is my sister but I'm not blind."
Her eyes widened and her mouth flapped open for a few brief moments until she managed to get a grip on herself and a little disbelieving grin touched her lips, "You're all dogs. All of you no matter what DNA you got in you."
And with a surrendered shrug she turned on her heel and left Headquarters.
*******
"So what do you think was wrong with Cus this morning?" Zane whispered to Jondy from the rooftop his eyes never leaving the building he was keeping watch on.
"It was weird," she replied as she continued to study the blueprints, "She wouldn't go near Max. When she ran off I went after her and I was gonna slap it out of her but then one thing after the other happened and she managed to weasel out of it."
Silence once again overtook the two as they both concentrated on their tasks. Zane rubbed his eyes tiredly and stepped away from the ledge. He walked noiselessly to where Jondy sat with her back to him. He leant over behind her and planted a kiss to her neck startling her.
She could feel him grin against her neck and she smiled herself shaking her head, "I was doing something important you know?"
Zane ignored her continuing to nibble down her collarbone to her shoulder, "You know those blueprints to the last light switch and I've memorized the rounds to the second. I think we both deserve a break. Don't you?" his tongue shot out licking and tasting her skin.
Jondy's last resolve flew out the window and she leant back into his embrace, "We're gonna be late."
"It's not like they're expecting us to be on time." Who could argue with that? Thought Jondy.
*******
"Hey Spart! Wait up!" Rook yelled running after her retreating form. He caught up to her and fell in step beside, "Did you think of something to do?"
Spartacus stole a glance in his direction catching the excited spark in his eyes and something else she couldn't quite place, "I guess you could say that," she relented and picked up her pace causing him to follow suit.
They walked for a few minutes with Spartacus strangely quiet and Rook asking continuous questions about where they were going, "Is it me or did we switch roles," he concluded after a while. Spartacus only laughed and motioned him to follow her.
Pulling on a large canvas it fell away revealing a sizeable machine that Rook had no idea of what it was. He studied it curiously. It looked like a train track pointing upwards like a ramp with a chair bolted onto it. On the side there were several controls but it gave no indication of what it did.
"Spartacus what the hell is this and where did you get it?" he asked, baffled by the equipment in front of him.
"Well, Joshua found it three days ago and some of the engineers put it here in case we needed it," she shrugged nonchalantly running a finger over the track the chair slid on.
"Okay but what is it and how do you know about it?" Rook argued still trying to make sense of the metal structure as he studied Spartacus.
"It's a kid-a-pult. I found out about it the same way I find out about everything else. Someone thought about it," she explained as if he was a child. An impish grin spread her lips and Rook noted with an inward chuckle that she looked like Garfield in that moment.
Rook's eyes bulged when he saw her climb up and sit herself down in the seat, "Spart get down. What if you trigger it somehow?"
"Relax it's not fixed and I doubt it still functions after what? Eleven years out of use?" she drawled swinging her legs sideways grinning at him. "Wouldn't it be cool if it did though? I could call it the Spart-a-pult."
Rook snorted at her dreamy eyed stare. Spartacus turned sharply at the noise and glared at him. Her foot shot out to kick him but collided with the lever first. "Shit!" With a clunk it shifted sideways and they both held their breaths.
They waited in anxiety. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Nothing.
Spartacus released the longest breath and smiled nervously, "Maybe we should call it the Cus-a-pult. It makes you swear."
Rook could still feel his heart in his throat and only managed a small strained chuckle, "Get down from there before anything else happens."
Spartacus rolled her eyes but went to obey. Her phone slipped from the side of her jeans to which it was clipped. It fell on the controls and Spartacus didn't even manage to realize what had happened before the chair shifted and shot upwards, catapulting Spartacus airborne.
"VIRGIN MARY HOLY MOTHER OF GOOOOHOOOOOD!"
****** Let me know what you think. Thanks so much for the reviews and to anyone who reviewed but I cant get enough. So feel free to continue. Ps. You know with the whole Nc17 ban thing. Well I wasn't planning on making this fic nc17 unless specifically asked but out of interest how far can you go before it turns from R to NC17?