Changes: Part Four
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything in relation to Dark Angel. No money is involved (story of my life).
SUMMARY: Max panics after waking up from giving into Alec's heat but only because she thinks Normal will fire her for being late. What Max didn't realize was how close her heat was and they put Manticore's plan to the test. M/A
FEEDBACK: Please send feedback of any kind (praise, flaming, constructive criticism, etc.) to naiya@mauimail.com
NOTES: My first attempt at a non - Xmen fanfiction. Please be patient with me. Any questions see feedback for my email address and I'll answer as best as I can. Archive at will.
Soft lips caressed my closed eyelids and drew me reluctantly back to consciousness. He proceeded to kiss the tip of my nose and I scrunched it in response. "For the love of...Alec, I finally find something, well someone, who counteracts my shark DNA and you go and wake me up."
"Nap time's up Max." He rolled onto his back taking me with him. When his teeth grazed my earlobe all thoughts of protesting faded away. I pushed up to sit on top of his stomach and accidentally bumped his nightstand. The lamp suddenly came to life and my eyes watered from the brightness. As they adjusted, I caught sight of his alarm clock. "Oh shit!" I hissed and jumped off of him out of bed despite being stiff from an inordinate amount of muscle exertion.
Frantically I searched his room for my clothes. My shirt, may it rest in pieces, was unsalvageable. Alec's claws had seemed like the most efficient way of undressing. In retrospect maybe it wasn't such a hot idea. "I'm getting fired for sure," I muttered under my breath and pulled my intact albeit claw punctured panties out from under the bed.
"Max," Alec called softly and I looked up into tear filled eyes. Damn, I thought I was bad when my hormones were out of whack. He must've thought I was bolting. After a couple of quick glances about the room and I still couldn't spot my bra. "Max?" he called again.
"Shh," I said and stood by his side of the bed. His pheromones intensified when I touched his cheek and purred. He gave me a watered down smirk and purred back. "I know I know, but you can afford to go in this late to work. As it stands I may lose my job even if I come up with an acceptable lie. I need to go." With a parting kiss I resumed my search for that elusive last piece.
"Max."
"What! What part of, I'm going to lose my job if I don't go, don't you understand?" I snapped not really meaning to take my frustration out on him. I felt even worse when he pointed up toward his defunct ceiling fan. "Oh," I sighed and collected my bra from the lowest hanging blade.
I dressed in record time although my sides hurt like hell. My hair was another matter. Every knot I snagged with hasty strokes of my brush flashed images of how those knots came to be. One particularly strong flashback buckled my knees. I clutched the sink to avoid falling into a heap on the floor while an echo of the most intense orgasm I ever experienced racked through my body. Oh no.
There could only be one explanation why something so simple as brushing my hair would cause that reaction. Well, I thought, now we'll find out if Manticore miscalculated again. Another rush of hormones announced the full onset of my heat and it took all I had to remain in the bathroom. The combined power of Alec's pheromones and the scent of our lovemaking on the breeze almost broke me.
*Move soldier. Get out before...too late* Alec appeared at the doorway sniffing the air. Unable to think past the fact that he was naked, I allowed him to circle me. His scalding breath on the nape of my neck made me shiver. The second he fetched his body up against mine and burrowed his face into my hair something snapped inside. Instead of wanting to jump his bones at his touch, I was satisfied down to the core with this simple embrace. I felt that I'd finally come home.
At the same time, Alec's pheromones dissipated. His heartbeat calmed until it beat in time with mine. We stayed like that for sometime, afraid if we let go we'd become sex-crazed demons again and silently thanking whatever god we chose to believe.
"Stay with me," he whispered and it broke my heart to say no.
"We've gone over this Alec," I disengaged from his embrace in full control of myself and made for the door. He had to blur to block my exit. "Get out of my way," I growled angrily.
"No you can't!" he yelled.
I set my pack back down on the floor preparing to fight my way out. "Why the hell not!"
In a complete change of attitude he stepped aside and smiled. Confused I almost forgot my pack. Just as I was about to pass him by he called my name again. I paused to look over my shoulder waiting for him to finish. "Max," he repeated," Its Sunday."
I'll be damned. Normal had the last laugh.
*****
Alec lay blissfully asleep in the middle of the bed curled up in my blanket and I was stuck being up for the rest of the day. Shark DNA really sucks; once I'm up, I remain that way. Maybe I should wake his ass up I thought staring jealously down at that angelic face. Then I remembered how long he had been in heat and relented. I was usually strung out from the hormonal overload from a single week. I didn't want to know what it felt like after almost three.
Silently I closed the door behind me and surveyed what was left of Alec's apartment. Our little tiff transformed a bad mess into total chaos. Most of the couch stuffing had snowed over everything in the living room. Max, the transgenic snow shovel I grinned and foot-swept a path so I could move around without worrying about stepping on anything.
I worked fast my body complaining the entire time. Every joint creaked from tight tendons. There were aches in muscles I wasn't aware existed. With each twist and turn, the new scabs on my sides cracked. As time went on I warmed up and moved more freely until I was able to blur.
Two hours later the living room was once again livable. Dried blood still covered the broken floor and there wasn't a mop in sight. Although the coffee table was a lost cause, the Manticore reports and papers were stacked neatly on the floor. I gave up trying to determine which clothes were clean and which ones were dirty. They all ended up in a pile outside what was once the bathroom door.
If I had known blurring while doing housework was this tiring, I would have done it ages ago. Pleasantly fatigued, I shed my sweat-stained clothes and snuck back into Alec's room. He didn't so much as twitch an eyelid when I crawled into bed and pulled him around me like a blanket.
*****
Masses of male bodies writhed around me and I couldn't get enough of them. A different mouth delivered each searing kiss and I didn't care. Alec materialized in the midst of all those bodies glowing eyes glaring balefully at them. "Mine," he growled and unsheathed his claws.
His possessive statement sent a primal jolt of pleasure through my body and I knew it to be true. Not two seconds ago, any male touch would do. Now the thought of someone other than Alec touching me drove me to insanity. The next male who tried to lay a hand on me found himself on the receiving end of my claws. Another pair of not-Alec arms grabbed me from behind and I snap kicked backward sending the guy reeling back to the floor.
"OW!"
I spun around at Alec's shout but he wasn't in sight. In fact everyone had disappeared and the surrounding gray nothingness closed in. Caught between dreamland and reality I tossed and turned to free myself but succeeded in kicking us out of bed.
"SHIT!" we cursed simultaneously. Gulping for air I opened my eyes into his frowning face.
"You even dream about kicking my ass," he scoffed and guided my hands to said body part. "Now make it better."
"This is amazing," I said out loud absently petting him. My dream was a typical 'in heat' dream but again touching the real thing only served to suppress my hormones. I was back in control.
"Thank you."
His response brought me back from my thought tangent. I smacked him lightly on one cheek. "Not what I meant and you know it. Don't you feel it?"
Alec grinned so wide I thought his face would crack. I had to really concentrate to keep myself from doing the same thing. He wiggled his body playfully against mine. "I feel a all sorts of things Maxie. Can you be more specific?"
"What do you want to do right now?" I ran my hands the length of his back and shifted him so I lay in the crook of his arm. My sides began to burn and his added weight was making it harder to breathe.
His fingers drew gentle circles on my stomach. They travel up my centerline and down my free arm. He brought my hand to rest again his chest. "Touch and be touched, nothing more nothing less," he whispered, lips brushing my forehead as he spoke.
"Even though we are supposed to be in heat," I stated more than asked. He nodded.
"Like I told you, I was given a heat cycle to cancel yours out. It seems to have worked, just not in the way Manticore had anticipated. Miscalculation number-two. We have renew physical contact every so often through heat's duration for it to work." He detangled himself and pulled us to our feet. "C'mon. Your bleeding again and we both need a bath."
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything in relation to Dark Angel. No money is involved (story of my life).
SUMMARY: Max panics after waking up from giving into Alec's heat but only because she thinks Normal will fire her for being late. What Max didn't realize was how close her heat was and they put Manticore's plan to the test. M/A
FEEDBACK: Please send feedback of any kind (praise, flaming, constructive criticism, etc.) to naiya@mauimail.com
NOTES: My first attempt at a non - Xmen fanfiction. Please be patient with me. Any questions see feedback for my email address and I'll answer as best as I can. Archive at will.
Soft lips caressed my closed eyelids and drew me reluctantly back to consciousness. He proceeded to kiss the tip of my nose and I scrunched it in response. "For the love of...Alec, I finally find something, well someone, who counteracts my shark DNA and you go and wake me up."
"Nap time's up Max." He rolled onto his back taking me with him. When his teeth grazed my earlobe all thoughts of protesting faded away. I pushed up to sit on top of his stomach and accidentally bumped his nightstand. The lamp suddenly came to life and my eyes watered from the brightness. As they adjusted, I caught sight of his alarm clock. "Oh shit!" I hissed and jumped off of him out of bed despite being stiff from an inordinate amount of muscle exertion.
Frantically I searched his room for my clothes. My shirt, may it rest in pieces, was unsalvageable. Alec's claws had seemed like the most efficient way of undressing. In retrospect maybe it wasn't such a hot idea. "I'm getting fired for sure," I muttered under my breath and pulled my intact albeit claw punctured panties out from under the bed.
"Max," Alec called softly and I looked up into tear filled eyes. Damn, I thought I was bad when my hormones were out of whack. He must've thought I was bolting. After a couple of quick glances about the room and I still couldn't spot my bra. "Max?" he called again.
"Shh," I said and stood by his side of the bed. His pheromones intensified when I touched his cheek and purred. He gave me a watered down smirk and purred back. "I know I know, but you can afford to go in this late to work. As it stands I may lose my job even if I come up with an acceptable lie. I need to go." With a parting kiss I resumed my search for that elusive last piece.
"Max."
"What! What part of, I'm going to lose my job if I don't go, don't you understand?" I snapped not really meaning to take my frustration out on him. I felt even worse when he pointed up toward his defunct ceiling fan. "Oh," I sighed and collected my bra from the lowest hanging blade.
I dressed in record time although my sides hurt like hell. My hair was another matter. Every knot I snagged with hasty strokes of my brush flashed images of how those knots came to be. One particularly strong flashback buckled my knees. I clutched the sink to avoid falling into a heap on the floor while an echo of the most intense orgasm I ever experienced racked through my body. Oh no.
There could only be one explanation why something so simple as brushing my hair would cause that reaction. Well, I thought, now we'll find out if Manticore miscalculated again. Another rush of hormones announced the full onset of my heat and it took all I had to remain in the bathroom. The combined power of Alec's pheromones and the scent of our lovemaking on the breeze almost broke me.
*Move soldier. Get out before...too late* Alec appeared at the doorway sniffing the air. Unable to think past the fact that he was naked, I allowed him to circle me. His scalding breath on the nape of my neck made me shiver. The second he fetched his body up against mine and burrowed his face into my hair something snapped inside. Instead of wanting to jump his bones at his touch, I was satisfied down to the core with this simple embrace. I felt that I'd finally come home.
At the same time, Alec's pheromones dissipated. His heartbeat calmed until it beat in time with mine. We stayed like that for sometime, afraid if we let go we'd become sex-crazed demons again and silently thanking whatever god we chose to believe.
"Stay with me," he whispered and it broke my heart to say no.
"We've gone over this Alec," I disengaged from his embrace in full control of myself and made for the door. He had to blur to block my exit. "Get out of my way," I growled angrily.
"No you can't!" he yelled.
I set my pack back down on the floor preparing to fight my way out. "Why the hell not!"
In a complete change of attitude he stepped aside and smiled. Confused I almost forgot my pack. Just as I was about to pass him by he called my name again. I paused to look over my shoulder waiting for him to finish. "Max," he repeated," Its Sunday."
I'll be damned. Normal had the last laugh.
*****
Alec lay blissfully asleep in the middle of the bed curled up in my blanket and I was stuck being up for the rest of the day. Shark DNA really sucks; once I'm up, I remain that way. Maybe I should wake his ass up I thought staring jealously down at that angelic face. Then I remembered how long he had been in heat and relented. I was usually strung out from the hormonal overload from a single week. I didn't want to know what it felt like after almost three.
Silently I closed the door behind me and surveyed what was left of Alec's apartment. Our little tiff transformed a bad mess into total chaos. Most of the couch stuffing had snowed over everything in the living room. Max, the transgenic snow shovel I grinned and foot-swept a path so I could move around without worrying about stepping on anything.
I worked fast my body complaining the entire time. Every joint creaked from tight tendons. There were aches in muscles I wasn't aware existed. With each twist and turn, the new scabs on my sides cracked. As time went on I warmed up and moved more freely until I was able to blur.
Two hours later the living room was once again livable. Dried blood still covered the broken floor and there wasn't a mop in sight. Although the coffee table was a lost cause, the Manticore reports and papers were stacked neatly on the floor. I gave up trying to determine which clothes were clean and which ones were dirty. They all ended up in a pile outside what was once the bathroom door.
If I had known blurring while doing housework was this tiring, I would have done it ages ago. Pleasantly fatigued, I shed my sweat-stained clothes and snuck back into Alec's room. He didn't so much as twitch an eyelid when I crawled into bed and pulled him around me like a blanket.
*****
Masses of male bodies writhed around me and I couldn't get enough of them. A different mouth delivered each searing kiss and I didn't care. Alec materialized in the midst of all those bodies glowing eyes glaring balefully at them. "Mine," he growled and unsheathed his claws.
His possessive statement sent a primal jolt of pleasure through my body and I knew it to be true. Not two seconds ago, any male touch would do. Now the thought of someone other than Alec touching me drove me to insanity. The next male who tried to lay a hand on me found himself on the receiving end of my claws. Another pair of not-Alec arms grabbed me from behind and I snap kicked backward sending the guy reeling back to the floor.
"OW!"
I spun around at Alec's shout but he wasn't in sight. In fact everyone had disappeared and the surrounding gray nothingness closed in. Caught between dreamland and reality I tossed and turned to free myself but succeeded in kicking us out of bed.
"SHIT!" we cursed simultaneously. Gulping for air I opened my eyes into his frowning face.
"You even dream about kicking my ass," he scoffed and guided my hands to said body part. "Now make it better."
"This is amazing," I said out loud absently petting him. My dream was a typical 'in heat' dream but again touching the real thing only served to suppress my hormones. I was back in control.
"Thank you."
His response brought me back from my thought tangent. I smacked him lightly on one cheek. "Not what I meant and you know it. Don't you feel it?"
Alec grinned so wide I thought his face would crack. I had to really concentrate to keep myself from doing the same thing. He wiggled his body playfully against mine. "I feel a all sorts of things Maxie. Can you be more specific?"
"What do you want to do right now?" I ran my hands the length of his back and shifted him so I lay in the crook of his arm. My sides began to burn and his added weight was making it harder to breathe.
His fingers drew gentle circles on my stomach. They travel up my centerline and down my free arm. He brought my hand to rest again his chest. "Touch and be touched, nothing more nothing less," he whispered, lips brushing my forehead as he spoke.
"Even though we are supposed to be in heat," I stated more than asked. He nodded.
"Like I told you, I was given a heat cycle to cancel yours out. It seems to have worked, just not in the way Manticore had anticipated. Miscalculation number-two. We have renew physical contact every so often through heat's duration for it to work." He detangled himself and pulled us to our feet. "C'mon. Your bleeding again and we both need a bath."