Chapter Six: Truly Impressive
Max had, once again, established her role as leader of Terminal City. Alec was relieved. He knew that if he had taken over, it would have only caused trouble. Especially when Max remembers me. I mean, she didn't used to like me taking ANYTHING over, even if it was just to get it off her back. She would most likely yell at me for being a screw up and not taking care of everyone properly. God forbid she does anything nice. But lately she has been...happier. This particular thought caused an avalanche of reminiscing. For example, she winked at me yesterday. Now that's a once in a lifetime occurrence.
"Come on Maxie. Just once? It'll only take an hour." Alec had whined (but confidently) with his feet casually propped up on his desk.
"No way Alec! I am SO not going on a date with you, even for a mission."
"Why? Afraid of really liking me?" Alec teased, but internally he was wishing she would answer, 'No, I already do.' Seeing her nasty glare, he pushed her just a bit farther. Angry Max was so much more alive and fun than I-Run-a-Nation Max. "Or do you just not want to admit your feelings?"
"Admit this," Max blurred on top of Alec in his chair, kneed him in the stomach then winked, "THAT is my feeling for you. I said no!" Then she had swiftly slammed the door to his office, causing a slight rumble.
Okay, twice in a lifetime occurrence.
At that moment, Max chose to blur into Alec's office, out of breath and impatient.
"Alec, could you go find three semi-salvageable apartments? There are eight new transgens that need a place to stay. And, between us, I really need a break."
Whoa! Max actually admitting she needs a break? Obviously, memory is not fully restored. That, or the world is coming to an end.
***~***
Max had been, in a positive way, different since the White incident. The two main contributing factors: she was Logan-less (thank the lord!) and she didn't remember Alec. All she knew was that they had 'history.' Good or bad, she didn't know. But there was just something between them...Even if she was thinking it only subconsciously, she would be the only one to know she felt that something. Yet she still felt ...Weird? .... Bad? ...Self-conscious? About telling the hottest guy alive she needed a break.
"Sure Maxie! Three apartments on the house. But first, are you sure you don't want a massage or something on the very first break of your life?"
Ignoring the last part of his comment, Max groaned. "Oh god, yes!"
Alec wore his cocky smirk at her reaction, hoping it was more for his touch than the idea itself. He dragged out every step, teasing her and testing her impatience. She couldn't stand it for long.
"Alec, get your ass over here!" Max pleaded with a hint of threat. Attempting to lure him over, she practically purred the word, "Now!" Alec rushed to her side, taking the bait. Men – so predictable.
***~***
Did Max just purr? Oh please, if there is a God, give me a chance to make her do that again.
"Alec, either leave or give me...."
"A massage? Oh yeah. Wait." Alec scooped up the lovely X5 and placed her on his desk. "All right, turn over."
Max immediately carried out the order, anticipating mild, but requested, pain. She was pleasantly surprised. Alec's hands were gentle and intoxicating on her neck and shoulders. He was patient, touching and caressing every inch of her skin. Damn, he was making her hot.
"Alec," Max breathed as he slid his hands down to massage her back.
"Ummm... I'll just go...sorry." An X6 backed out of the room shocked, embarrassed and amused. Neither of the two had noticed the visitor enter the office, but they certainly noticed him leave. He hadn't even been too quiet coming in; everyone knew what Max and Alec were capable of doing, especially to each other. Fights between the two used to be daily but anyone with eyes could see there was something else going on now days. You could never be sure what the two were doing and if anyone interrupted them figuring out their...feelings, everyone in TC would not be very happy. They were getting tired of the leaders dancing around each other. The kid was extremely aware of his mistake and left the way he came – quickly.
"Oh shit. I should go. But first..." After sitting up and readjusting her shirt, Max gave Alec a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks," she whispered. She winked at him before scurrying off to play Superwoman.
It took Alec approximately 61.523 seconds to register he hadn't breathed. Trying to cover the emotions triggered by that brief moment from...himself? Alec's thoughts returned to being cocky and full of himself. Scratch that. Three winks in a lifetime.
After a second, Alec whispered so quietly, it was inaudible for even another X, "Okay, no purring, but that kiss did nicely." For once in twenty- something years, Alec felt an odd and unusual feeling that 'ordinaries' call hope. Looking up in the ceiling's direction he continued. "Thanks again. I got a kiss, a wink and a thank you all at the same time. Truly Impressive.
Max had, once again, established her role as leader of Terminal City. Alec was relieved. He knew that if he had taken over, it would have only caused trouble. Especially when Max remembers me. I mean, she didn't used to like me taking ANYTHING over, even if it was just to get it off her back. She would most likely yell at me for being a screw up and not taking care of everyone properly. God forbid she does anything nice. But lately she has been...happier. This particular thought caused an avalanche of reminiscing. For example, she winked at me yesterday. Now that's a once in a lifetime occurrence.
"Come on Maxie. Just once? It'll only take an hour." Alec had whined (but confidently) with his feet casually propped up on his desk.
"No way Alec! I am SO not going on a date with you, even for a mission."
"Why? Afraid of really liking me?" Alec teased, but internally he was wishing she would answer, 'No, I already do.' Seeing her nasty glare, he pushed her just a bit farther. Angry Max was so much more alive and fun than I-Run-a-Nation Max. "Or do you just not want to admit your feelings?"
"Admit this," Max blurred on top of Alec in his chair, kneed him in the stomach then winked, "THAT is my feeling for you. I said no!" Then she had swiftly slammed the door to his office, causing a slight rumble.
Okay, twice in a lifetime occurrence.
At that moment, Max chose to blur into Alec's office, out of breath and impatient.
"Alec, could you go find three semi-salvageable apartments? There are eight new transgens that need a place to stay. And, between us, I really need a break."
Whoa! Max actually admitting she needs a break? Obviously, memory is not fully restored. That, or the world is coming to an end.
***~***
Max had been, in a positive way, different since the White incident. The two main contributing factors: she was Logan-less (thank the lord!) and she didn't remember Alec. All she knew was that they had 'history.' Good or bad, she didn't know. But there was just something between them...Even if she was thinking it only subconsciously, she would be the only one to know she felt that something. Yet she still felt ...Weird? .... Bad? ...Self-conscious? About telling the hottest guy alive she needed a break.
"Sure Maxie! Three apartments on the house. But first, are you sure you don't want a massage or something on the very first break of your life?"
Ignoring the last part of his comment, Max groaned. "Oh god, yes!"
Alec wore his cocky smirk at her reaction, hoping it was more for his touch than the idea itself. He dragged out every step, teasing her and testing her impatience. She couldn't stand it for long.
"Alec, get your ass over here!" Max pleaded with a hint of threat. Attempting to lure him over, she practically purred the word, "Now!" Alec rushed to her side, taking the bait. Men – so predictable.
***~***
Did Max just purr? Oh please, if there is a God, give me a chance to make her do that again.
"Alec, either leave or give me...."
"A massage? Oh yeah. Wait." Alec scooped up the lovely X5 and placed her on his desk. "All right, turn over."
Max immediately carried out the order, anticipating mild, but requested, pain. She was pleasantly surprised. Alec's hands were gentle and intoxicating on her neck and shoulders. He was patient, touching and caressing every inch of her skin. Damn, he was making her hot.
"Alec," Max breathed as he slid his hands down to massage her back.
"Ummm... I'll just go...sorry." An X6 backed out of the room shocked, embarrassed and amused. Neither of the two had noticed the visitor enter the office, but they certainly noticed him leave. He hadn't even been too quiet coming in; everyone knew what Max and Alec were capable of doing, especially to each other. Fights between the two used to be daily but anyone with eyes could see there was something else going on now days. You could never be sure what the two were doing and if anyone interrupted them figuring out their...feelings, everyone in TC would not be very happy. They were getting tired of the leaders dancing around each other. The kid was extremely aware of his mistake and left the way he came – quickly.
"Oh shit. I should go. But first..." After sitting up and readjusting her shirt, Max gave Alec a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks," she whispered. She winked at him before scurrying off to play Superwoman.
It took Alec approximately 61.523 seconds to register he hadn't breathed. Trying to cover the emotions triggered by that brief moment from...himself? Alec's thoughts returned to being cocky and full of himself. Scratch that. Three winks in a lifetime.
After a second, Alec whispered so quietly, it was inaudible for even another X, "Okay, no purring, but that kiss did nicely." For once in twenty- something years, Alec felt an odd and unusual feeling that 'ordinaries' call hope. Looking up in the ceiling's direction he continued. "Thanks again. I got a kiss, a wink and a thank you all at the same time. Truly Impressive.