By the time the two transgenics walked in the door, they were a little bit inebriated and a lot richer, thanks to many more winning pool games. It seemed that the patrons of Crash would never learn.
However, it was getting late, and they'd decided to call it a night after what had turned into a long conversation with Original Cindy and Sketchy. They'd been caught in some more than friendly positions by their friends, and had gotten the joy of a long relationship chat.
Hell, neither Max nor Alec had been entirely sure that they were having a relationship, despite several not so little kisses and one long Jerry Springer marathon, until Original Cindy had pounded them both on the back and exclaimed 'about damn time.'
While Alec was busy shutting and locking the door, Max tossed her jacket on the couch and headed into the kitchen. She rummaged through the shelves quickly, looking for any edible food, and returned triumphantly to the couch with a box of crackers. "I better take you shopping soon, we're running out of food."
Rolling his eyes, Alec came to sit on the couch as well, grabbing the remote out of Max's iron clutches and absently flipping through TV stations. "I'm perfectly capable of going shopping without a chaperone."
Throwing the box of crackers at Alec's head, which he deftly caught before any impact could be made, Max whined, "But you'll probably steal something."
A snort followed this statement, "Why, Maxie, I didn't know you cared."
Max just grabbed the remote out of Alec's hands and settled it on one channel, as opposed to the constant flipping. Grabbing an ever handy blanket down from the back of the couch and snuggling in, she began to wonder if maybe Alec had liked the idea of multiple TVs too much. "Move over a bit."
Looking down at the person that was completely at home on his couch, Alec couldn't help but ask, "Does Original Cindy even still know that you're her roommate? You haven't been home in, what, a week?"
"Original Cindy has some special girlfriend, I don't think she minds," Max stated matter-of-factly. "Besides, I come back in the mornings."
Feeling the need to point out that this wasn't necessarily true, Alec added, "Except for the Jerry marathon."
For the first time in well over a year, Max felt herself relaxing, as she gently rested her head on Alec's shoulder. What had seemed so complicated between them had suddenly been perfectly clear to her when explained by Original Cindy and even Sketchy. She couldn't help but wonder how everybody else had known about them before they did. "Now you're just being difficult."
"Well, yeah," Alec laughed and watched happily as Max graced him with a small smile for admitting the truth.
Speaking of truths, he was still a little unsure about them. That there was a them. He'd been pretty sure that something was going on but hadn't wanted to risk pissing Max off by asking, then her friends had cornered them and she'd admitted – almost easily – that it was definitely something. "Max, you asleep?"
Bright eyes looked up at him, and it was obvious that Max was very much not asleep, despite how still she'd been a moment ago. "Nope, shark DNA and all that." She couldn't help but tease him, "Not gonna be one of those boyfriends that falls asleep on a girl, are ya?"
Alec wasn't quite sure what came over him, but suddenly he had a crushingly strong urge to prove that she was his. Yeah, he knew she was teasing him, but this was the Max he'd fought so long to see, the one that was carefree and playful and his.
Before she could wonder about the spark in his eyes, Alec pulled her towards him and kissed her, the type of passionate, all consuming kiss that was purely Alec. And even though she was sure that she hadn't drank that much, Max felt her body starting to tingle in ways that made her do stupid things like pull Alec closer, and kiss him back. Because even though she was sure that they were something, she wasn't sure if they were this kind of something.
Pushing the blanket off of her and the couch, Max slid into Alec's lap, and he tightened his grip on her. When they broke apart, Max couldn't help but reach up and ruffle his hair, and Alec laughed shakily. Still holding her tight, even as he seemed ready to pull away, Alec forced himself back to reality and questioned, "Max-"
But looking up into those clear hazel eyes, and the nervous emotions swirling in them, Max was suddenly sure. Maybe they weren't perfect, and maybe they weren't perfect together, and God did he drive her crazy sometimes, but they were definitely a real kind of something.
Quieting his doubts before he could voice them because she knew they were there, and hell if she didn't have some herself, Max leaned down and kissed Alec again, kissed the doubts right out of him. And at that point, as hands roamed and eyes locked, neither would even remember that the television was still on some sort of infomercial.