Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel or any of it's characters, yadda, yadda, yadda.
Notes: Takes place some time after: She Ain't Heavy.
Max sweated in the sweltering heat outside as she, impatiently waited for the guy to sign the package. As she did she noticed the way his muscles ripples under his t-shirt, the way his arms flexed, the way his tongue stuck out of his mouth as he signed the paper. As he was handing the paper back to her and giving her a tip, his cat suddenly launched himself at her. Reflexively Max caught him, and there the cat stayed, purring against Max's chest as he licked at her fingers.
"I'm so sorry," the man looked embarrassed, "he doesn't normally do this."
She flashed him a smile, "It's fine. Really." She assured him, "I've always had a fondness for cats."
He returned her grin "If you're sure…"
"It's fine." Max insisted.
"Alright then," Suddenly he peered a little closer, "Are you alright miss? You look a little…flushed."
Suddenly the pieces all fell into place for Max. Hot, male cat, flushed…FUCK! She was in heat again, so she had to get home pronto. Thank god this was her last package for her current run. Before he could notice her panicked expression she easily replied "My roommate has a cold, maybe I'm starting to get it to."
He nodded understandingly.
"Here," she handed the protesting cat back to him as she retrieved the paper from his grasp as well as her tip "Have a nice day."
That said she turned tail and had to make a conscious effort not to run to her bike. She quickly hopped on and rode off towards Jampony. She didn't care that it was only the beginning of the afternoon, she was dropping off the signatures and going straiht home. Well, that was the plan anyway.
It didn't quite work out that way. Half way there she had to jump into a pool to regain her senses long enough for her not to jump anybody. So Max walked into Jampony, dripping wet, shivering, and burning up.
To her further horror she noticed to male transgenics were there as well as she made her way to Normal. Males reacted to the pheromones transgenics dropped during heat, and often found it almost uncontrollable not to jump said woman. And when there was more than one person trying to 'claim' her, they fought for her. Shit!
Nevertheless, Max made her way towards Normal, without incident. She didn't even wait for him to begin, instead she jumped right in and began talking, "Normal, here's the signatures but I really have to go home. Now. Feel my forehead Normal I'm burning up, I have a fever, and I can't think straight. Can OC come with me? I don't want to get into an accident." She didn't elaborate on said 'accident'.
Luckily Normal seemed to buy her story and just said "Alright, you look all flushed, you can take OC with you."
Max nodded her thanks and dragged the incoming OC out of there tossing her pile of signatures to Sketchy, "Give them to Normal" she called back to him without slowing her stride.
"Whoa boo, wait up! What's happening? Why are you dragging me out of there? And why are you all wet?"
Max didn't let up, very aware of the male transgenics possessive gazes on her and the effect it was having on her body. "Remember last year when I went into heat?"
"Yeah, but what's that got to d- oh!" she glanced at the male transgenics quickly fading from site as they biked out of there at top speed. "Let's get you home boo."
"You mean let's try don't you?" Max replied absently as her gaze strayed to a muscular truck up pumping his tire full of air. Her heat filled mind didn't hesitate to come up with other things he could be pumping, namely her.
Original Cindy leaned over and smacked her "Get your head back in the game, boo! We almost home!"
"Right." Max repeated to herself, "Right."