Wild Imagination: Chapter 1. Lust alone

by Paw Print.

Disclaimer: All characters and the premise are Cameron's and Fox's....oh what a waste!!!

Sometimes being part animal was a real bitch. Especially when it isolated you from friends and the real world on a regular basis. At least now O.C. knew what she was it had become easier. Less sneaking around and having to pretend all the time that she was 100 human. That was exactly what she was at times like this. When your animalistic urges were so strong that it was near impossible to think straight, let alone think at all. Max didn't like to feel like she was outta control but, Manticore seemed to have been unable to stop these primal instincts....or saw it as a useful tool in their search for the answers to the whole genetics game.

Letting her eyes roam the world below, she unwittingly focused on a couple in the alley necking. A groan erupted as she felt her body dropping an enormous amount of pheromones in response. Moving back over to her bed she sat contemplating the stupid hand of cards her life had dealt her. Everyone was out partying but her, and of course O.C. who had made all sorts of excuses to babysit her friend. After so many wild nights of grabbing a guy off the street, Max was grateful for the support. Didn't make her feel any less horny.

The air was muggy and filled with lust. The room seemed to have a furnace burning in it. Most likely that furnace was her, cause her body was radiating enough heat to warm the whole building. It had been several days since she'd left here, except for quick dashes the bathroom. Cold showers had been the only thing keeping her going. She placed her hot cheek against the cool cotton of the pillow. It chilled her skin slightly but her mind was still focused on one thing, actually one blatant need. This self proclaimed quarantine was starting to drive her to the brink of insanity again. Now she was so far gone that even Alec was "hot' in her mind. She shook her head to try to dislodge that thought, it confirmed that she must be losing it.

Deliberately she turned her thoughts away from a place that road blocks of mental rejection were carefully constructed but a little shaky at the minute. Closing her eyes she focused on something less controversial, Logan. A smile twitched on her lips as her imagination began to have fun. Not that she had much to work on. Everything had been largely platonic and chaste between them. The romance was nice, made her feel like a woman, but sometimes, like now, she just wished for something more to occupy her mind.

The look of shock on Logan's face as she unbuttoned her shirt to expose her tank. She fixed him with a meaningful look as she seductively slipped the sleeves from her shoulders allowing the clothing to drop soundlessly to the floor. Moving forward her hands caressed up his arms till one of her hands curled in the hair at the nape of his neck, the other nestled in the small of his back, pulling their torsos flush against one another. She closed her eyes and shimmied against his body enjoying the play of their bodies against one another. Pulling his lips to hers in a gentle caress, he suddenly deepened it and a wave of excitement lit in her body, beginning at her toes and working its way up as the kiss began to make her breathless. Never had she felt such an overwhelming desire before. Pulling back she gazed into his beautiful lash fringed hazel eyes and....

Max broke from her musings confused by the intrusion of Alec once again into her lust filled fantasies. He was even annoying her in her private moments now. With a sigh of exasperation she shook her head again in an attempt to shake him from there.

Once again she forced her thoughts back to Logan. She loved him, he was the obvious choice for to think deliciously wicked thoughts about. Again she let herself sink back into the softness of her covers and closed her eyes to let the sensation envelop her. She ran her hands over his bare chest. The muscles that she caressed were toned and steel under the satin of his skin. The low mumble of his voice made her body quiver as he whispered her name.

"Maxie."

A low moan erupted from her unbidden and unchecked.

"Alec".

Her eyes blinked open in shock and realization. "Oh my god. What the hell is happening to me?" Her mind was so totally attuned to the idea of getting Alec deliciously hot body into a compromising position. Normally only her body was prone to this sort of delusions of attraction. Lying in bed no longer seemed like a good plan. Pacing, sit-ups, push ups, anything that could get her mind off the chiselled abs of the man that seemed destined to haunt her was what she needed. The physical exhaustion was a tried and true method. A memory came filtering to the surface as she began a set of push ups, one that she had long ago suppressed. A memory of a wet body, stunning its composition, clad only in a skimpy towel. A shudder passed through Max's body as the image told her so much she didn't want to know. He was perfect. Manticore had made him like that, made him pretty. No, she corrected herself, made him beautiful, and well, she had to admit the packaging was spot on. A sneaky corner of her mind asked a damning question.

"I wonder about the rest of him?" She cringed as she realized just how curious about what lay concealed beneath that towel. Her body demanded that she find out. He didn't need to know she was there, watching him, exploring him with her eyes. That way he needn't ever know how much he had gotten to her. They could go on their merry little way after this heat had gone and no one would be the wiser. She imagined the smirk on his face if he realized how much he was tormenting her. Dressing quickly she climbed out the window. O.C. didn't need to know that Max was on another nocturnal prowl. Hell, her believing that her charge was locked up in her bedroom would always be a good alibi too. This cat burglar was ready for a night on the town stalking prey, one tall lean one she was now desperate to know more about.

This curiosity wouldn't get her killed, but it could turn things pretty damn chaotic.

Max knew that in her heightened state of excitement this was such a bad idea. She just couldn't help but grin.