A/N: Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. Sorry this isn't a Max/Logan fic, but i promise i will get around to writing one soon. Hope you enjoy!
Fever: Got It Bad
"Oh no…" Sitting bolt up right she swung her legs over the bed and grabbed a tank top and her jeans, rushing for her bedroom door. "Cindy!"
Max had awoken to find OC wasn't there. She searched through the apartment, but to no avail, only finding a note to say that her boo would be home after her shift at five o'clock. Checking the time on her watch, Max took in deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She'd been asleep for two hours. 'I can do this…right? It's only…ten to four…' Deciding it would be best if she did something active, Max dropped to the floor of the living room and began her push-ups. 'See!' She thought triumphantly, confidence wavering slightly. 'I can do this! OC aint even here…. she's probably on a late shift because of me…I'll have to make up for that.'
Disciplining herself not to falter in her exercise, Max closed her eyes as she reached her sixteenth push-up. 'And Alec too…' She began to slack slightly and her nails dug into the hard wooden floorboards as a provocative grin swept over her face. 'I could make up to him alright…with that body…' Catching herself mid-thought, the transgenic's eyes snapped open, letting her arms go slack and she whacked her head purposefully on the floor. "No!" She shouted. "No, no and hell no!"
Lifting herself back up, she tried to maintain a blank focus and stared at the floor beneath her picking up from her last push-up.
Forty Minutes Later…The rhythm of her push-ups was almost most mechanical. Max had allowed the soldier part of her to take over because other wise she would just be scratching her own eyes out in annoyance. Her stare was firmly fixed on the floor and her eyes were focussing on the grains in the wood. 'Two hundred thousand and thirty nine, two hundred thousand and forty, two hundred thousand and forty one.' The sweat was dripping through her clothes onto the floor beneath her, the air in the room claming up through her intense body heat. 'Two hundred thousand and forty seven, two hundred thousand and forty eight.' Her determination was holding up, but in the back of her mind she was screaming at herself and even further, was a primal cry begging and pleading for release. 'Two hundred thousand and fifty two, two…two hundred thou…' Her mouth was dry, but she knew if she stopped now she'd lose it. Licking her lips she carried on painfully. '…Two hundred thousand and fifty three…' She would not break.
Fifteen Minutes Later…"Two hundred thousand four hundred and sixty nine, two hundred thousand four hundred and seventy, two hundred thousand four hundred and seventy one." Max had resorted to barking out how far she was instead of just thinking it. She'd lost concentration and decided that thinking it while saying out the numbers out loud would help her keep her train of thought.
The air in the room was unbearably sticky now but she ignored it and the sweat drenching her muscular form. "Two hundred thousand four hundred and seventy eight, two hundred thousand four hundred and seventy nine, two thousand four hundred and eighty." Her whispered breaths caught in her dry throat and her eyes were tightly shut.
An ache in her upper arms sent a shiver through her body, eyes slowly opening angrily and a grim expression of hate. Oh how she hated Manticore. It was their fault she was like this. Everything was Manitcore's fault.
The sound of a key in the lock and the door to the apartment swinging open, didn't even grab her attention because she was too focussed rasping out her status. "Two hundred thousand four hundred and eighty five, two hundred thousand four hundred and eighty six."
Alec stood behind Original Cindy patiently waiting for her to open the door. But something felt weird. Something in the air was bugging him and screaming trying to tell him something. He ignored it, passing it off as worried thoughts for Max on what OC had told him about her seizure earlier in the day.
As OC pushed the door open, a heat wave smashed into the two and Alec almost went flying backwards from the amount of pheromones crashing into his senses. "What in the hell? Max?" There on the floor in the middle of their apartment was her boo doing push-ups in the midst of a very hot, border lining Mediterranean weather conditions, room. "Oh no…. Alec sugar I think you better go before…" Turning to look at the male transgenic behind her Original Cindy was taken aback at the feral glint in his eyes. "Hey!" She slapped him up side the head knocking him out of his entranced stare.
"Two hundred thousand four hundred and eighty eight." Max panted.
"Huh? W-what!" Taking one look at Max he doubled back and covered his nose and mouth with his hands shaking his head. "No! No…!" He yelled through his hands, more to himself than to anyone else. Both Alec and OC stared at one another for a moment before OC spoke up.
"What the hell is wrong with you boy?" Alec dare'nt (sorry for the bad spellin!)move his hands even though the pheromones were still dancing over him.
"Uh...she's in heat!" OC glowered at him for pointing out the obvious, surprised he actually new. At his friends glare, Alec elaborated. "Female X5's give off pheromones which attract male X5's, it's the feline DNA it's not my fault!" He rushed out panicked.
"Oh great so now I've got two horny transgenic's." OC cried and cringed at the sudden change in Alec's face. "Oh no you don't boy! Stay! Right there!" She glared at him threateningly as she made her way into the room passed Max and opened all the windows to allow the fresh air to circulate.
"Two hundred thousand four hundred and ninety, two hundred thousand four hundred and ninety one." Her voice spoke louder this time. She felt a presence that excited her and a devilish smile cracked at the corner of her mouth.
"Hey! Keep back or I'll beat on your test tube designed ass!" OC yelled as Alec stepped further through the doorway his eyes not moving from Max, ignoring Original Cindy completely.
"Want…" He growled. OC looked at the two in disbelief trying to formulate a plan.
"Two hundred thousand four hundred and ninety three." Alec's eyes narrowed and a grin of desire swept over his feature as he edged closer to Max.
"Two hundred thousand four hundred and ninety four…." Max cocked her head to the side suddenly and the devilish grin playing at the corner of her mouth broke free as her eyes roamed over Alec's body. " Four hundred and ninety four…. four nine four…" Alec dropped to a crouch and crept closer forward as Max called out his designation. Original Cindy shimmied across the room to the kitchen and grabbed a frying pan.
Max had said that number over twenty times while she had counted out her status but now Alec was here to match it and her mind screamed as she took in his scent as did his with his intoxicated senses begging for her body.
Tiptoeing up behind Alec, Original Cindy went to swing for him when a growl stopped her in her tracks. Max lay in her push-up position glaring at her and realising she was out strengthened, OC backed up for the front door, dropping her weapon. "Girl you better not beat on my ass after this! I tried to help sugar!" She yelped, slamming the door as a chair was thrown powerfully at the door. Hearing the impact OC rolled her eyes and locked the door. "She's gonna hate me tomorrow." She muttered as she grabbed her bike and ran off towards Kendra's praying that the two transgenics would forgive her for not being able to stop them.
A/N: Hope you likey it! AnGeL