Author's Note:

I've had a few reviews asking when on earth I was going to finish this. And I felt awfully guilty. *blush* I did have it pretty much finished, but it was NC17, and fanfic.net stopped taking those, and when DA finished the muse left... but anyway I decided to edit it, and finish it off today. Hope it is up to scratch.

Allie

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Part 4.

Max's lace covered breasts pressed against Alec's smooth chest. His arms rose behind her to unclasp her bra, stroking her heated skin as he slid the straps down her arms.

"Hmmm," he said appreciatively. "Good to see you haven't the Manticore taste in lingerie."

"I don't think that is encoded in our DNA," she retorted, shuddering slightly at the thought of cotton and lycra sports bras.

"But I think my appreciation of what's underneath, is!" His muscles bunched as he lifted her against him, her legs naturally wrapping around him.

"I think that's... hmmmm... pure human," Max managed to get out. Her brain was finding it difficult to focus on conversation; all she wanted to do was feel. And right now, Alec was producing some amazing sensations on her skin as his fingers kneaded her cheeks sensuously.

"Ouch!" something jabbed into her foot as he spun her around to press her against a metal shelving unit.

"Ouch!" Alec shrugged his previously injured shoulder experimentally. "Damn, what is all this junk for, anyways?" He glared.

"I take it you didn't excel in communications." Max rolled her eyes. "That piece of junk is a camera. I just hope Logan doesn't notice we moved it."

"I know it's a camera! And junk is about right - you'd think he'd have something more hi-tech than that."

"Maybe it's all the technology he needs?"

"Maybe he uses all his money for pre-pulse toilet paper?"

Max wacked Alec upside of the head once more. "Hey!"

"What, you haven't noticed that his paper is extra soft and delicately fragranced?" he said in feigned horror. "'Charmin, Squeezably soft, gentle on your skin.'" One hand left it's position on her buttock to mimicked his words by squeezing her breast gently.

"What are you, a walking slogan library? Shut up and kiss me."

"I just love a woman who takes charge." Alec kissed her deeply, his lips encouraging hers to part, his tongue seeking entrance.

She relaxed against him, lost in the passionate kiss they were sharing. It was the first time she had felt on an equal footing in an encounter such as this. The first time she had not had to hold something back for fear of either exposing herself for what she was, or of physically overwhelming her partner. Even when she was on heat she seemed to sense somehow that she could only go so far. But not so with Alec. His strength supported her, and surrounded her. She felt safe, secure that she was able to let go of any inhibitions or restrictions. This was how making love was supposed to be.

Max's head fell back as Alec began to leave a sizzling trail of bites along her neck, down toward the fullness of her breasts. Her hands clenched on his shoulders as she emitted a low moan of appreciation.

He pulled at one of the legs hooked around his hip, letting it fall slowly to the ground. Max groaned in protest and tried to raise it once more, to pull him closer to her heated centre, but he pulled at her other leg, making it drop away as well. Falling to his knees he opened her tight black pants, tugging them down inch by inch to show off her smooth lower limbs.

Max arched her back a little as she helped him kick off her pants and thong.

As actions took over from the foreplay of words and insults, neither noticed that a little red light began to blink, and an all seeing eye began relaying their tryst to the homes and workplaces of greater Seattle.

Edited to take out all NC17 parts. Drat that was about 5 looooong paragraphs of work!! *grin*

At Jam Pony

"And what about you? Have you ever been in love?" asked Eric.

"No, not really. But I know when the time comes for me to say those words "I love you"..... I'm gonna mean them." Greta gazed meaningfully up at Eric Brady.

"Now that guy is a hunk!" exclaimed Original Cindy.

Sketchy did a classic double take. "Uh, O.C.? Since when did you start batting for the other side?"

"Since that boy started showing his butt on T.V." She eyed Eric appreciatively. "He gives male butts a good name, but I still think that lickety chick I met at Crash last night thrills my bones more. My, did she have a way with her..." O.C. stopped as Sketchy oggled her with undisguised interest. What was it with men wanting to know all the horny details about two women together?

All talk stopped as reruns of the pre-pulse TV soap, Days of Our Lives, was interrupted by another broadcast from 'Eyes Only' But it didn't appear to be your usual Eyes Only broadcast. In fact it resembled nothing more than a porn out-take of the show they had just been watching.

"What's happening people? Back to work, bip bip bi... " Normal stopped, his face turning ashen grey. Tilting his head sideways to get a better view, he gasped. "That's not... that can't be... it's... it's..."

"Max!" O.C. gasped at the same time as Normal managed to finally croak out "Golden boy!" They looked at each other in horror, as Sketchy just punched the air and yelled, "Go Alec!" Cat calls and whistles echoed around Jam Pony as word travelled as to who the hot couple were.

Racing for the phone at Normal's desk, O.C. tried calling Max's pager. Glancing at the television screen she heard the pager beep, but the couple continued their... actions... as if no sound had entered their consciousness.

"Normal, what's Alec's cell number?" she yelled.

Normal appeared too dazed by what was happening on screen to take any notice.

"I've got it written down somewhere," offered one of the other Jam Pony Messengers. "Alec and I were supposed to be going out tonight." She glared at the screen as she handed a scrap of paper over. "I think I can see he was only after one thing."

"Come on, come on," O.C tapped her foot impatiently as she dialled and waited for someone to pick up."

"This better be good, Normal." Alec said a little breathlessly, obviously having checked the caller I.D. On screen O.C could see Alec talking as Max's hands wandered south of what could traditionally be considered 'Second Base' and rapidly degenerated into 'Third'.

"This aint Normal. But you and Max better get your butts out of Logan's place before you're caught by White's cronies..."

"O.C? How did you know I was with M- uh, how do you know where I am?" Alec asked in confusion.

"Let's just say Eye's Only made an unscheduled broadcast today."

"Eye's Onl-" Alec broke off, and she could see him glancing straight at the camera, obviously taking in the blinking red light. "Shit!"

"It was nice seeing your work, hot boy. Tell my Boo I want to hear all about it, later, k? But you better get off air before it's traced."

"Will do." Alec winked at her, as he reached up towards the camera. For a second there was the fuzziness of no signal, before once again Eric Brady and Greta Von Amberg filled the screen.

"Is it just me," asked O.C. into the silence of Jam Pony, "or does Eric look just like Alec?"

Back at Foggle Towers

Alec switched off his phone in shock. "Max?" he pushed her hands away from where they were continuing their pleasurable assault on his lower regions. "We've got to get going." He stood and pulled her thong from where it hang drunkenly from one of Logan's speakers and threw it to her.

Max pouted as he began to pull his t shirt on, covering up his sleekly oiled chest. "What's wrong? One of your 'honey's' checking up on you?"

"More like one of yours." He sat down and began pulling on his boots. "That porn business you didn't want me to go into? Well, we just made our own little Spice Channel right here in emerald city"" He nodded meaningfully at the camera.

Max's eyes went wide and she scrambled for her clothes. "Shit!"

"I wonder if it recorded?" Alec pulled a disc out of Logan's computer and tucked it in his jeans pocket.

"You just want to see how good your ass looks on tape."

"You and my ass," Alec chuckled, flinging an arm around her shoulders as they made their way to the door. "Let's take this back to my place, shall we?"

"What about your date?"

"I think she probably got the message I'm not available tonight." He coughed in embarrassment at being caught two timing on T.V. "What about your dinner with dog boy?"

"I'll call and tell him we'll be over tomorrow instead."

"We?"

"Yes, we. Who do you think I'll take? Logan?"

The door to Logan's door closed behind the bickering couple.

Later that evening...

Logan closed the door of his apartment behind him, rolling his wheel chair into the kitchen, and getting out the cappuccino maker. How he had managed to exist without coffee for 3 weeks he didn't know.

Hmmm, coffee, and a nice grilled tuna salad on focacia. Reaching for the fixings, he pulled out a can of tuna, some salad from the refrigerator, balsamic vinegar, and his pre-pulse olive... wait, where was the olive oil?

Logan was left wondering about the perfidy of thieves in wanting to steel a mans olive oil. Little did he know the bliss taking place on the other side of town as Alec drizzled said oil down Max's spine...

The End.