A/N: Thank you so so so much to the beautiful butterbee, darling, I don't know what I would ever do without you, you beta'd this fic wonderfully, and I'm so glad you agreed to do it, LOVE YOU!! MWAHH!

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She then heard a slight cough, the same one she had used to get the receptionists attention before, but when she looked up she was shocked as hell…

It was Steve Smart.

And looking back down at the computer, it seemed that the guy was stupid enough to use his real name on this cruise.

CHAPTER 2.

"Just a minute sir!" Max shot out hurriedly, quickly turning around and rushing into the room behind the desk. When she was out of his view, she pulled out the photo Logan had given her to make sure it was really him.

After making sure and shoving the photo back into her pocket, she calmly walked out of the room and toward the desk, where their villain didn't have a very pleasant look on his face.

"Sorry about that sir," Max said sweetly, "What is it that I can do for you?"

He gave her an I'm-better-than-you look, before sneering, "Do you know where I can find the captain? He doesn't seem to be around."

Obviously he thought that Max was the receptionist.

Taking a quick glance at the map of the ship beside the computer and looking for somewhere furthest away from where she was now, she looked up and replied, "Actually, he's having dinner in the restaurant on the 2nd level, he usually has dinner late, as he doesn't like to be disturbed," she smiled sweetly, knowing very well that this guy didn't care, and was going to disturb him anyway.

As soon as he was well away, Max turned back to the computer and found the room number; she turned and went back into the back room, found the spare key, and went to leave. Then remembered that she had to fix the computer so that it didn't leave any trace of her being there, and then went off in search of Alec.

-~*~-

Figuring that Alec was most probably at the bar, she headed there to look for him, and when she got there she saw one of the funniest sights of her life.

It looked like the receptionist was trying to come onto Alec, and Alec looked simply horrified.

Once again, she wished she had a camera.

An idea striking her, she smiled to herself and walked up to the lovely pair.

'Oh, he is going to owe me big for getting him outta this.' She thought.

Swaying her hips in a seductive manner, she slowly walked up to Alec. The look of relief that washed over Alec's face was hysterical, but before she had a chance to say or do anything, he had already had his arm around her waist and was introducing her as his fiancé.

"Anyway Anthony, this," he squeezed Max even closer to him, "is my gorgeous fiancé- Mary, we're very much in love," he added as an afterthought.

"Oh." This Anthony guy looked genuinely disappointed. "OK George, I should really be getting back to my desk. See you around?"

Max turned to Alec and smiled.

"Almost make you feel sorry for him aye? I mean, the guy really digged ya."

"Like you said Maxie…almost, so, uh, did you get it?"

Max dug out the key from her jacket pocket and swung it in front of Alec's golden green eyes.

-~*~-

Max and Alec had had a long day; both transgenic's were quite tired and incredibly hungry. They came to that realization when Alec had heard something funny, which in fact, turned out to be Max's grumbling stomach. They needed food.

They decided to have a quiet night in one of the ships more secluded and intimate restaurants. Not because they wanted to be romantic. No way in hell! They just didn't want to be disturbed or gawked at. They just wanted to relax a little. They had a big day following.

They soon found themselves walking into a small Italian restaurant, which was located on the highest level of the ship, overlooking the beautiful ocean. It was a romantic little place, and Max was hesitant about it, she didn't exactly trust herself with Alec lately.

Being hesitant about it didn't stop her completely though, she was absolutely starving, and the food just smelt so good, she couldn't resist. They walked into the restaurant, and almost immediately were escorted to a candlelit table near a big window by the restaurant receptionist. Within about another five or so minutes, they were being introduced to their waiter for the night. It looked like this was going to be a nice relaxing little evening; she just promised herself to not let things get out of hand.

She looked up as the waiter was introducing himself to them, "Hi, my name is Mark, and I'll be taking care of you this evening," he smiled at them before continuing, "Here are your menus, and I will be back in a few minutes to take your orders, let me know when you're ready."

When he left, Max turned to focus on Alec, "It's really nice here, who would have thought a ship would have such a nice restaurant?"

Alec smiled, "Yeah, I know, I've been dying to check this place out ever since we got here." He then changed tone and spoke more seriously,  "I hope your going to relax tonight and enjoy yourself a bit though, I know we are here for one of Logan's missions, but don't get too caught up in that Max. You need to have some fun."

"Yeah- " She was about to put her two cents in, before she got cut off by Alec.

"I worry about you Max, you know that. I just don't like seeing you so stressed, like you have been lately. You're my friend and I want to see you happy and enjoying yourself every once in a while."

"Thanks Alec," Max replied, deciding not to protest and cause one of their little arguments in such a quiet restaurant, even though she was actually quite grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Its not like I don't have any fun at all though," she muttered under her breath, eventually not being able to contain herself.

Alec caught that and smiled, deciding not to comment and let her think what she wanted. He knew the truth after all.

They ended up having a fairly nice night. The food was lovely, the view was great, and afterward, they decided to go for a walk around the ships top deck. It was actually quite romantic, but Max wouldn't let herself think like that for long; it was Alec after all.

-~*~-

In their cabin.

After their walk they went back to their cabin, both were not tired in the least, in fact, they were both extremely bored. There was nothing on TV, and there wasn't much else to do that time of night, except go to the bar, which they were both not in the mood for doing.

It was then that Alec came up with an idea; it would keep him fairly occupied, and he figured Max would enjoy it, if she let it happen. That was the trick though, getting her to let him do it.

Well, it was worth a shot.

"Hey Max…?"

"What?"

"Can I give you a massage?" Well, that was blunt.

"Ummm, how about no." Max replied, with attitude.

Alec decided to go for his usual, 'lure-Max-into-anything-he-wanted' approach, "Well Max, you look so tense, and let me tell you, I am extremely gifted in the art of massaging a tense body," he looked at his hands before stating, "these hands work wonders, trust me." And he gave Max a cocky grin, an irresistible cocky grin.

"No way Alec," Max had a hint of hesitance in her voice, and this is where Alec knew he had her.

"OK then," he slowly walked behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, and rubbing them gently, yet affectively, Max let out an unwanted groan, and he continued, "Since we are bored, and there isn't much else to do, we should just go to sleep then, should we Max? I mean, I have no problems with that, but I know how hard it is for you to sleep."

By now he was fully into his little 'massage thing' and he knew that if he removed his hands now, Max would be begging for more. That's exactly what he did.

He made to walk over to the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head, when he found Max stopping him, and, reluctantly for her, agreeing to his little masseur thing.

-~*~-

"This better be good Alec," Max bitched, "I can't believe I'm letting you do this."

This was their predicament: Max lying on their bed, clad only in her bra and jeans, with Alec rummaging through the bathroom, looking for 'his massage and aromatherapy oils'.

"You know your going to love it Max," Alec replied cockily to her previous remark. "I mean after all, I am Alec, the Sex God."

Max found it amusing that Alec actually had his own oils and 'professional' stuff for this. Alec had said that he had to learn how to do it back at Manticore for a certain 'mission' he had to go on.

A few minutes later, he walked back into the room, oils in hands, his top still off, and now only wearing his 'horny devil' boxers. The image would have made Max melt had she not being lying on her stomach and not facing him.

He set up his stuff on the table near the bed, then he also hopped onto the bed, he sat next to Max, and began to apply some oil onto her back, and started to massage her, and relax her. He kept commenting on how tense she was, but Max was enjoying the massage too much to actually bother responding to his cheeky remarks.

After a little while, Alec was beginning to get fed up with Max's bra; it kept getting in the way. He decided to just take it off, subtly; he didn't want her blowing his head off. He started rubbing her left shoulder, and as he moved down her back, he pulled her bra strap down with it. She didn't say or do anything. So he continued. He did the same on the other side. She still didn't seem to notice.

Nice.

He then unclasped it. That's when she jumped.

"What the hell do you think your doing Alec?"

Alec sighed; he decided to just take the calm approach. "Well, how am I supposed to give you a good massage when I have things in my way?"

"You seemed to be doing pretty fine before." Max said.

"Trust me Maxie, I can do A LOT better," and he winked.

"Alright!" Max snapped.

After her bra was off and Alec continued her massage, she could definitely feel what he was talking about by doing 'A LOT' better. It was amazing.

She felt a trickle of oil slide down her back and soon she felt Alec's hands joining it. She could feel him working on her shoulders, and immediately she began to relax, she ignored his constant smart-ass and cheeky remarks, and closed her eyes to enjoy her massage.

His touch was so amazing, so soft, yet strong, sensual and tantalizing at the same time. She was beginning to burn up wherever he put his hands; it was like his touch ignited her skin, everywhere. She could feel the sudden rush of desire run through her and she couldn't concentrate on anything except the way those hands were moving all over her body, and where else she wanted those hands to be.

Alec must have noticed the heat of her body, or the way she was reacting, because she heard him ask if she was all right.

"Yeah, I'm good," she replied in a husky voice. "You're right, this is amazing."

"OK," he sounded as though he didn't believe her, "it's just that you were shuddering a lot, so you want me to keep going?" he asked.

"You stop Alec, and I'm going to have to kill you."

-~*~-

He loved her last remark. He was good and she knew it. Brilliant. But the way she was shuddering at his slightest touch, and the way her skin would heat up like the feel of his touch had struck a fire inside of her, only served to turn him on like hell. The way she moaned, and didn't even realize she was doing it. She was enjoying it like crazy.

He knew she would.

Though he hadn't counted on his own reaction being just as crazy.

Worst of all was the huskiness of her voice, it was driving him nuts, all he wanted to do was flip her over and make love to her over and over again and again.

But he had to control himself and stay focused or she would get suspicious. But even trying to block out her sounds was hard because just concentrating on her back and body was killing him as well. He was so tempted to kiss her neck, shoulders, everywhere.

It was just sheer torture.

-~*~-

She didn't usually sleep, but when she did, it was never this sweet or comfortable, and neither was waking up. The feel of strong warm masculine arms around her was so comforting and relaxing, she did feel very relaxed actually, for some reason. For once, she felt like staying in bed forever.

That thought didn't last long though, as slowly realization dawned on her.

'Shit, Alec!'

Everything that had happened last night was flooding back to her, it was an awesome night, and the massage at the end only served as icing to the cake. It was the only massage she had ever had, but it was certainly going to remain the best.

She made to get out of the bed; she didn't want Alec getting any wrong ideas. Then she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra.

'Damn.'

She turned around, as slowly and carefully as she could, Alec looked sweet lying there, almost innocent, and so vulnerable. He looked cute. She didn't want to leave his embrace, but she had to.

Slowly, she tried lifting his arm off of her, and when she finally managed, after a lot of tugging and pulling, she was free. So she rolled herself over to get out of bed, but halfway to her destination, or out of it, whichever, she felt his arm wrap around her again.

She groaned, and tried another way to get away, but froze when she saw where her bra was.

It was placed in a very bad position. Bad for her anyway, it was in his other hand, which happened to be conveniently plastered all over his face, which happen to contain his 'ooh-I'm-pleased-with-myself' smirk in place.

'Oh just great! Please don't let him wake up! Please don't let him wake up! Oh God please.'

She reached out to make a grab for it, but his grip was strong, too damn strong. It didn't seem like he wanted to let go.

What seemed like ages later, she was still tugging and pulling, still wrapped in his arms and unable to get out, still unable to get to her bra. She was trapped. She was too pre-occupied, however, to notice that Alec had woken up.

-~*~-

He almost chocked when he woke up, something seemed to be blocking his airway, and the scent was distinctly Max. When he opened his eyes, he realized it was in fact Max's bra and she was trying to make a grab for it. Many grabs actually. He smirked to himself, amused.

'Hehe, this should be fun.'

Closing his eyes again, he tightened his hold around Max; or 'half naked Max' would be a better description. He thought about that, and enjoyed the feeling it gave him inside, to know that she was so close, and wearing so little.

He let her struggle, pull and tug for ages; she obviously still thought he was asleep. This was too funny. After a while, she ended up giving up, and tried calming herself down. He almost laughed out loud and gave himself away when he heard Max talking to herself, trying to calm herself.

"OK, its OK, just relax Max, It's not like he's awake and he knows what's going on or anything. Just try again in a couple of minutes, you can do this, and no one will know any better."

And he finally felt her relax into his arms, and it seemed like she was enjoying it.

'No, Alec, she's just frustrated. There's no way she would actually enjoy this with anyone but Logan. Especially not you!'

He decided it was enough then, and began to tease her in a different way, to get his mind off things.

He lifted the hand, which held the bra up, so that it was out of Max's reach. He propped himself up onto his elbow and coughed, to let Max know he was awake.

"Ahhh, good morning Maxie," he paused for effect, looked at her horror struck face and grinned. "Looking for something?" He swung Max's bra just high enough for her to be unable to reach it if she didn't want to be exposed.

"Gimme that Alec!"

"But you look so much better without it!" He mocked.

She was fuming, her face was flushed with anger, and embarrassment, and she didn't exactly like the idea of Alec holding her bra. She kept making attempts to grab it, but it seemed to be no use at all. He kept lifting the bra out of her reach, like a child trying to get candy, except not so cheery.

She grabbed the bed covers and wrapped them tightly around her; she wasn't going to let him win this. She got up, high enough to reach the bra, then, she took a firm hold on it, and as she was about to tug on it with all her might, Alec also pulled and the bra was ripped into two pieces.

Max had landed with a thud. On Alec's well toned chest. The position was quite awkward, but also quite nice. Neither let on to that though. Max leaped up from the bed, sheets still tightly bound to her, and stormed toward the bathroom, in an extremely pissed off mood.

She turned around in an angry huff, and yelled so loudly, that yet again, Alec was sure the whole ship could hear her.

"Fuck You… You are truly a Dick! You ripped my goddamned bra! I hate you!" it seemed like a lot of anger for just one bra, but then again, she was yelling at Alec, so what did it matter?

"OK, OK, I'll buy you another bra." Came Alec's cocky response.

Max let out a huge "hummmph" then turning around again, and yelling, "Just KEEP IT if you bloody want it so badly!" She spun on her heel and flipped her hair before slamming the bathroom door behind her.

-~*~-

TBC