Disclaimer: Don't own nada
Warning: Has some sensual dialogue but only in the first paragraphs.
Rated: PG13
Authors Note: Voila! The next chapter of 'Giving In'. Ya know, I'm alittle unsure to pursue the 'tragedy' element I was going to add. Isn't everything just so perfect for our two favorite transgenics? We'll see!
BTW, I need to thank Mariah Carey for flavoring my writing. Songs really have an effect upon the way I write. If you are wondering, the first paragraphs were written listening to 'Underneathe the Stars' or Mariahs version of 'Open Arms' or even better, just the entire 'Daydream' cd. If you are writing a love scene, I suggest those songs...I don't know why... ; )
Well, you probably don't care what I have to say anymore....go on and read the story you wackos!
@--}--- Honeymooners ---{--@
Under the glow of candlelight, in the most romantic of settings, Alec and Max celebrated life-love-and the pursuit of happiness. Honeymoons were not aptly described in that television series 'The Honeymooners', Max quickly assessed. Alec was loving, tender and affectionate and did not utter even once that she would be sent to the moon. She was there anyway. In heaven. Kisses tickled her skin, every moment an explosion of emotions heaved in Max's chest. She'd never felt like this before. In a way she was scared. She could almost feel herself shake. Then she'd look into his deep hazel eyes and realized there was nothing to fear. His warmth enraptured her, taking her in and not letting go. Max didn't want let go. Max left little kisses up and down his neck and to his lips were she stayed, smiling as her tongue searched the inside of his mouth. It was fun, actually.
"I love you," Alec moaned after Max released and seductively threw him a grin. Her mouth was parched from all the kissing, no doubt so was his. So Max got up and walked, nearly tripping though, to get the champagne they had gotten from Logan as a wedding gift. On some level, it did feel weird to be drinking it but a gift was a gift. And this gift tasted good. So, given the givens, there was no reason why not.
"Little bubbly?" Max said as she wiggled the bottle at him. Alec straightened up immediatly and nodded. Max reached for the cork-popper and went away at it.
"Always," he said then corrected, "I mean, drink-wise." Max looked up and smirked at him, holding back a laugh. They had such a good humor about them. Max knew he'd keep her laughing forever. But something would be missing. Laughter of children. Living with Lucy, there was a family of five little children down the hall. Often she would hear them laughing and think how badly she wanted to be within them and see what was so funny. Laughing was such a foreign sound to her. Then she'd gotten used to it. Now she was older; married. She could have her own family of laughing children now. Couldn't she?
"Alec, what about kids?" Max mentioned, casually. Alec's eyes popped up from the blankets, his eyes widened and nothing but stuttering came out from his mouth. Max quickly went back to getting the cork out, nervous over his unexpected lapse of words, and unexpectedly, it came out and foam splashed over her hands. The cork had went flying somewhere and when she looked towards Alec for a reaction, he had the same blank look he had on his face when she'd asked him about children. "Paging Alec, Alec come in."
"I'm sorry," he quickly excused and shook himself, "I got lost in thought."
"Are you back now?"
"Yes."
"Good." Max said and sat down beside him, running her fingers through the soft tufts of hair above his neck, "I'd hate to lose my husband to thought on our honeymoon."
"Tragedy." Max nodded at him and inched closer. He was too far away and the longing for his warm body against her and his scent filling her mind was too much to bear. She was ravenous with lust and he was the object of her affection. Nothing could be more simpler than to unite the two, right?
"Exactly."
"Awful." She was close enough now for him to lean forward and kiss her. Max smiled plaintively, waiting. And wanting. His lips were so juicey against hers. She needed them on her. As he talked, she watched them move, the insatiableness of a kiss haunting her.
"Yes." Max breathed, inching closer and closer. Kiss me, Alec, kiss me, she begged silently in her mind.
"Ghastly." The anticipation was moving Max to irritation. She'd prompt him, but just this once. Something inside her could not stand for his lips to be so far away from hers. It was aggravating.
"Alec, just kiss me."
"Okay." Max pushed him slowly the floor and the two rolled to their sides, hands placed akimbo. "I was running-" Alec began when she pressed her lips upon his and then when she lifted them up, he continued, "out of words, anyway."
"Were you?"
"Yes." Max continued kissing him and he still tried to talk but gave up eventually. Tonight, words weren't needed. Any other day, yes, but not tonight. Max had heard enough words in her lifetime to fill the entire Earth. Now she wanted silence. Not just any silence. But the kind of silence that speaks wonders.
Silent longing.
***
5 weeks later...
"Max, listen, I know you just got married but I need you to do a favor." spoke Logan as Max paced into the room. Her hair was still flung wildly up in a ponytail after a workout and sweat was still pouring off her body. Logan's eyes traced her up and down, she saw him, but didn't say anything. A smile spread across her face. She still drove him mad with lust.
"Sure," Max laughed, "whats Superman without his Robin?"
"Thats Batman, Max," Logan remarked, candidly but Max didn't catch it. She was too hot to think and feverish. Not to mention sick. Logan looked back at her and caught her fanning herself. "Are you alright?" he asked. Max furrowed her brow.
"I'm not sure," she breathed and took a seat, "I've never felt so funny in my life." Shrugging her shoulders, she asked Logan what he wanted her to do.
"Nothing too dangerous. Just some recon work at a broken-down textile factory thats being used to smuggle used goods for the black market. Thought you could get some documented proof then split." His face went worried again when Max bent down and huffed then came back up panting. "Ya know, on the other hand, maybe not."
"What do you mean? I can still do it." Max replied, trying to assure Logan she wouldn't blow it. Instead of blowing the job, Max ended up blowing her lunch-all over the floor. "Oh God," Max whined and stood up as she caught of glimpse of the grossed-out expression on Logans' face, "I gotta go."
"Call me!" Logan yelled at her as she exited the apartment, holding her gut with her arms and waddling into the elevator. She'd never felt this way before. But it didn't mean she didn't have a clue. She couldn't be what she thought she was, could she? Could she really, really, really be.....
Pregnant?
***
I hope you liked it. It was alittle short but thats fine, right? Thank you for reading and if you'd like, write me a review. I love those things!
Bye!
Warning: Has some sensual dialogue but only in the first paragraphs.
Rated: PG13
Authors Note: Voila! The next chapter of 'Giving In'. Ya know, I'm alittle unsure to pursue the 'tragedy' element I was going to add. Isn't everything just so perfect for our two favorite transgenics? We'll see!
BTW, I need to thank Mariah Carey for flavoring my writing. Songs really have an effect upon the way I write. If you are wondering, the first paragraphs were written listening to 'Underneathe the Stars' or Mariahs version of 'Open Arms' or even better, just the entire 'Daydream' cd. If you are writing a love scene, I suggest those songs...I don't know why... ; )
Well, you probably don't care what I have to say anymore....go on and read the story you wackos!
@--}--- Honeymooners ---{--@
Under the glow of candlelight, in the most romantic of settings, Alec and Max celebrated life-love-and the pursuit of happiness. Honeymoons were not aptly described in that television series 'The Honeymooners', Max quickly assessed. Alec was loving, tender and affectionate and did not utter even once that she would be sent to the moon. She was there anyway. In heaven. Kisses tickled her skin, every moment an explosion of emotions heaved in Max's chest. She'd never felt like this before. In a way she was scared. She could almost feel herself shake. Then she'd look into his deep hazel eyes and realized there was nothing to fear. His warmth enraptured her, taking her in and not letting go. Max didn't want let go. Max left little kisses up and down his neck and to his lips were she stayed, smiling as her tongue searched the inside of his mouth. It was fun, actually.
"I love you," Alec moaned after Max released and seductively threw him a grin. Her mouth was parched from all the kissing, no doubt so was his. So Max got up and walked, nearly tripping though, to get the champagne they had gotten from Logan as a wedding gift. On some level, it did feel weird to be drinking it but a gift was a gift. And this gift tasted good. So, given the givens, there was no reason why not.
"Little bubbly?" Max said as she wiggled the bottle at him. Alec straightened up immediatly and nodded. Max reached for the cork-popper and went away at it.
"Always," he said then corrected, "I mean, drink-wise." Max looked up and smirked at him, holding back a laugh. They had such a good humor about them. Max knew he'd keep her laughing forever. But something would be missing. Laughter of children. Living with Lucy, there was a family of five little children down the hall. Often she would hear them laughing and think how badly she wanted to be within them and see what was so funny. Laughing was such a foreign sound to her. Then she'd gotten used to it. Now she was older; married. She could have her own family of laughing children now. Couldn't she?
"Alec, what about kids?" Max mentioned, casually. Alec's eyes popped up from the blankets, his eyes widened and nothing but stuttering came out from his mouth. Max quickly went back to getting the cork out, nervous over his unexpected lapse of words, and unexpectedly, it came out and foam splashed over her hands. The cork had went flying somewhere and when she looked towards Alec for a reaction, he had the same blank look he had on his face when she'd asked him about children. "Paging Alec, Alec come in."
"I'm sorry," he quickly excused and shook himself, "I got lost in thought."
"Are you back now?"
"Yes."
"Good." Max said and sat down beside him, running her fingers through the soft tufts of hair above his neck, "I'd hate to lose my husband to thought on our honeymoon."
"Tragedy." Max nodded at him and inched closer. He was too far away and the longing for his warm body against her and his scent filling her mind was too much to bear. She was ravenous with lust and he was the object of her affection. Nothing could be more simpler than to unite the two, right?
"Exactly."
"Awful." She was close enough now for him to lean forward and kiss her. Max smiled plaintively, waiting. And wanting. His lips were so juicey against hers. She needed them on her. As he talked, she watched them move, the insatiableness of a kiss haunting her.
"Yes." Max breathed, inching closer and closer. Kiss me, Alec, kiss me, she begged silently in her mind.
"Ghastly." The anticipation was moving Max to irritation. She'd prompt him, but just this once. Something inside her could not stand for his lips to be so far away from hers. It was aggravating.
"Alec, just kiss me."
"Okay." Max pushed him slowly the floor and the two rolled to their sides, hands placed akimbo. "I was running-" Alec began when she pressed her lips upon his and then when she lifted them up, he continued, "out of words, anyway."
"Were you?"
"Yes." Max continued kissing him and he still tried to talk but gave up eventually. Tonight, words weren't needed. Any other day, yes, but not tonight. Max had heard enough words in her lifetime to fill the entire Earth. Now she wanted silence. Not just any silence. But the kind of silence that speaks wonders.
Silent longing.
***
5 weeks later...
"Max, listen, I know you just got married but I need you to do a favor." spoke Logan as Max paced into the room. Her hair was still flung wildly up in a ponytail after a workout and sweat was still pouring off her body. Logan's eyes traced her up and down, she saw him, but didn't say anything. A smile spread across her face. She still drove him mad with lust.
"Sure," Max laughed, "whats Superman without his Robin?"
"Thats Batman, Max," Logan remarked, candidly but Max didn't catch it. She was too hot to think and feverish. Not to mention sick. Logan looked back at her and caught her fanning herself. "Are you alright?" he asked. Max furrowed her brow.
"I'm not sure," she breathed and took a seat, "I've never felt so funny in my life." Shrugging her shoulders, she asked Logan what he wanted her to do.
"Nothing too dangerous. Just some recon work at a broken-down textile factory thats being used to smuggle used goods for the black market. Thought you could get some documented proof then split." His face went worried again when Max bent down and huffed then came back up panting. "Ya know, on the other hand, maybe not."
"What do you mean? I can still do it." Max replied, trying to assure Logan she wouldn't blow it. Instead of blowing the job, Max ended up blowing her lunch-all over the floor. "Oh God," Max whined and stood up as she caught of glimpse of the grossed-out expression on Logans' face, "I gotta go."
"Call me!" Logan yelled at her as she exited the apartment, holding her gut with her arms and waddling into the elevator. She'd never felt this way before. But it didn't mean she didn't have a clue. She couldn't be what she thought she was, could she? Could she really, really, really be.....
Pregnant?
***
I hope you liked it. It was alittle short but thats fine, right? Thank you for reading and if you'd like, write me a review. I love those things!
Bye!