The resonance of Alec's pleasant tenor voice seemed to awaken something within Max's inner being. She licked her lips and arched her back as the sound made her body hum with need. She needed hot... hard... something to stroke her, something to make her purr...

"Max?" Alec waved a hand in front of her eyes. "You in there Maxie? Damn, you're not about to have a seizure are you? I'll get some milk." He reached to touch her shoulder reassuringly.

~ Crash! ~*~ Thud! ~

Alec groaned and rubbed his shoulder, looking up into the feral cat eyes of his attacker, who was poised ready to strike again. "Jeez Max, if this is your idea of foreplay, no wonder you're single right now."

"Me being single has nothing to do with my foreplay and everything to do with you, remember!"

"You mean I'm such a stud you can't resist me?" Alec cocked an eyebrow above twinkling eyes, that held just a hint of pain.

"Oh, please!"

"Well, if you insist..."

"You want a matching dislocated shoulder to go with that one?"

"No, but I wouldn't mind a hand getting this back in place," he nodded his chin towards the shoulder that looked strangely swollen.

Max rolled her eyes. "Must I do everything? Ok, get ready."

As Max grumbled to herself, Alec reclined on his back on the floor. Still muttering she stood beside him, and straight legged put her foot in crutch of his armpit. As she reached down to take his hand, he leered at the cleavage suddenly on display. "I don't know what you were worried about Max, you've got pretty good assets there."

Max's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Keep your eyes and mind off my 'assets'.

Alec blinked in bemused innocence. "But I need to think of something to keep my mind off the pain," he protested.

Grasping his hand, she gave it a strong pull as she simultaneously pushed down with her foot.

~Clunk~ As the shoulder joint shifted back into place, Alec tensed and swore.

"Oh, poor baby." mocked Max. "Widdle Alec want Maxie to kiss it better?"

"No, but a massage would feel so good right now."

"Yeah, right," scoffed Max. "That just aint gonna happen."

"Ah well, I guess I can buy myself a massage..." he said thoughtfully. "With those pictures I was thinking of selling to 'Hustler'.

"What did I just say about porn?" Max exclaimed, wacking him upside the head.

"Hey!" Alec managed to look even more puppy dog injured than ever. "And I would have thought you'd have a vested interest in me not having to pay for a massage."

"What, so that you can tell everyone how you were whipped by a girl?"

"I take it you know I was trying out my new camera that night them?"

There was a pause. "What night?" Max queried cautiously.

"Oh you know, OC, strap on, whip... the whole bondage thing she had going." Alec grinned wickedly as he quickly invented a scenario on the spot. "I wonder if Normal will put a full sized spread up on the jam pony walls?"

"I'll get the oil"

Alec blinked in surprise as Max rushed from the room. "You mean... you... she...? Damn, I never would have thought she had it in her." he muttered to himself.

Max re-entered the room carrying a bottle of olive oil. "Aren't you ready yet?" she complained.

"I thought maybe we could take this to the bedroom," Alec said suggestively.

"You must have hit your head on something - you're obviously delusional. Now get your shirt off."

"Such forcefulness," he replied as he struggled to pull his tight black t shirt over his head.

"Here, let me do that." said Max impatiently, yanking the offending shirt over his head. She grabbed the olive oil, then paused indecisively, "You want this lying down or sitting up."

Alec chuckled. "You sure have a way with words there, Max." He raised an eyebrow. "Whatever way you want me is fine." Alec suddenly found himself face down on the floor. "We sure are going to have to work on your bedside manner though," he muttered as Max straddled his back, poured a generous amount of oil on his upper back, and began to rhythmically knead his muscles.

"I heard that!" Max responded with a vicious dig of her thumbs into Alec's shoulder joint.

"Ow!"

"What? You don't like my massage technique now either?"

Alec responded with a wince as the torture devices Max liked to consider thumbs, once again sent waves of pain rippling through his upper body. He pushed himself into a sitting position, sending Max tumbling backwards onto her rear end.

"Hey!"

"I've decided this would be better sitting up." Alec arched his back and tentatively rotated his shoulders, not realising he was giving Max an enticing view of sleek oiled muscles, rippling under his well toned skin.

Max's eyes followed a rivulet of oil as it slowly surrendered to gravity and began the travail downwards... following the path defined by his back bone... slowly towards the waistband of his black jeans.

Picking up the bottle of oil, Alec glanced at the label. "'Tuscan Sun Unrefined Extra Virgin Olive Oil, pressed and bottled by California Olive Oil, 2001.' Does this guy ever consume anything that isn't pre-pulse?" He grinned at Max, "And how's this for a slogan; 'The Oldest Virgin Around...Just got Better!'"

"Hmmmm." Max replied dreamily, reaching out a tentative finger to trace the path of the oil.

"Why do I get the feeling you're not thinking about slogans?" Max's fingers continued to trace patterns on his skin, raising a delicious trail of goose bumps. "But on the other hand do I care?" Alec relaxed and succumbed to the sensations coursing through him at her touch.

Max shivered as she felt the heat of his skin under her finger tips, fighting an unbidden impulse to run her tongue lightly down his spine. The scent of his aftershave was intoxicating, and she leaned forward to get closer to the source, her long dark hair brushing against his neck.

Alec felt her breath against his skin, unwittingly his pulse quickened. "Uh, Max?"

Her hands were more caressing than massaging, causing his muscles to flex and feel more alive... alive with want. Slowly, he swung around, his hand sliding up her slim arm, lightly squeezing her shoulder before reaching to cup her chin, his other arm pulling her towards him. She moved into the V of his bent legs, and trailed a hand up his six pack abdomen, before lingering on his well defined chest.

He titled her chin with his finger, making her focus on his face. "Are you sure you're ok with this Max?"

Max responded by reaching up to thread her fingers through his hair, pulling his head down closer for a kiss.

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TBC

Anyone got any suggestions about what should happen next? *grin*