Warning: Light/Moderate Smut ahead!
Disclaimer: Maximum Ride does not belong to me. Maximum Ride and the associated characters belong to James Patterson.
In fact, there was no rejection. There was encouragement.
Fang slid his hand into my hair and pulled my head firmly against his. Our foreheads touched and our lips crashed together, my mouth opening of its own accord, inviting Fang in, our tongues tangled together. My arm pulled his body flush against mine and I realized that wasn't the best of ideas. Actually, it was the stupidest idea I've ever had! Because now, I could feel him, I could feel his chest against mine; feel his hardness press into my stomach. And my mind went back to this morning, back to the picture of his body. The taste of his mouth, not sweet, but not bitter. Like chocolate. He thrust against me, rubbing himself into my stomach.
I gasped. At the warmth.
Fang gasped. At the friction.
I was floating in a dream, Fang's soft lips pressing against his, our tongues sliding together, his scent filling my mind. I was drunk and high and euphoric.
I fumbled, not knowing was to do. Fang seemed to suffer the same indecision. I slowly reached out, to touch his thigh; the moment our skin touched there was almost a spark. I almost jumped back, while he gasped.
"I'm not sure what to do." he whispered.
I glanced at him
"Whatever feels right."
His eyes begged for permission, which I granted with a curt nod. He tugged at the hem of my night gown. I lifted it up, and ungracefully dumped it beside the bed, I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I blushed when I felt his gaze sweep up and down my body.
He let out a low wolf whistle, breaking the tension.
I whacked him, laughing. Reaching out to his dresser, I turned the bedside lamp off; the only source of light now was the moon washing through the window.
We sat together, in the middle of his bed, kissing sweetly. Our chests pressed together, our tongues tangled and our lips pressed together. We pulled apart.
"So now, we've both seen each other naked." He said lowly.
"Yeah," I agreed quietly.
I felt him smile against my lips as I kissed him.
"We shouldn't go too fast," He whispered, looking deeply into my eyes.
I stared back, nodding.
"May I?" He asked motioning to my chest.
I bit my lip and nodded again.
He started at my hip, is fingertips making slow circles, teasing me. He slowly roamed up my stomach, until he cupped my chest. Lowering his mouth and sucking gently, I moaned in pure ecstasy, arching towards him.
Fang gently pushed my shoulders down onto the bed lay on top of me and slid his hands down, down, down.
He lowered his head to my collarbone, placing a trail of kisses all the way up to my neck. Fang slowly licked and sucked on the hollow of my neck, each time he grazed his tongue there, I'd whimper and moan.
My fingers dug into the bed and my other hand gripped his shoulder as he tentatively pressed a finger up and oh god. I was completely incoherent. He gently massaged me, while sucking on my neck, his free hand gripping my left breast. I could feel the pressure building in my abdomen. I whimpered, before going real still, my eyes rolled into the back of my head as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down upon me.
"Fang," I half moaned, half whispered in rapture. I repeated this several times, because my mind couldn't find words to describe how I felt. I stared at him through glassy eyes. The waves slowly ebbed away. Fang was blushing. I smiled slowly at him, stretching, before I realized there was still a problem I had to take care of.
I pushed Fang off me and into the position I had been in. He closed his eyes in anticipation, I leant forward, gently kissing his temple, and laying my head so that my breath grazed his cheek. One of my hands crawled down so that my fingers gently brushed over his thigh where I could feel wiry hair bristling.
Fang's breath hitched, and there a small gasp. I nuzzled down into his neck, my fingers gently exploring the area.
"Max, please"
I wrapped my hand around him, getting into a steady rhythm. His hips rocked against my hand. I felt his slim body slowly tensing and his hips moving quicker with my strokes. Increasing my speed, I bit roughly into his shoulder, he gasped in pain and pleasure before moaning my name. His eyes snapped shut, I could see that his face was contorted in what looked like pain, but was really overwhelming pleasure. He was breathing more heavily and I increased her pressure as much as she could.
His breathing grew shallow, then he completely stilled and 'Max' tore from his lips before his eyes snapped open and he arched off the bed.
I pulled my hand back and wiped it on the sheets.
Guess I better do the laundry this week.
"That was beautiful, you're beautiful." He murmured when he caught his breath.
"I know," I whispered back.
Snuggling into his neck, I slept, without nightmares.
Iggy and Gazzy woke early in the morning and tried to find Max. He couldn't see her in her room, and she wasn't in Angel's and Nudge's room, and she wasn't in the kitchen, the bathroom, and she wasn't in their room. So Iggy went to Fang's room.
They didn't bother knocking, just barged in.
Iggy couldn't see, but he could smell something. Gazzy saw everything
Gazzy saw he that Max and Fang were nestled together, sleeping, their bodies facing each other. The sheet was diagonal, up to Max's shoulder, but down by Fang's waist.
If Iggy could see, he would have seen the bite marks marring Fang's shoulder and neck . He suddenly recognised with a light-headed rush the smell that had been lingering in the room ever since he had entered. It was the smell of sex.
Gazzy gasped in shock. Iggy grabbed Gazzy's hand and tugged him out of the room. He shut the door quietly behind him.
"Go set up the table" Iggy told Gazzy.
He turned around and inhaled deeply before knocking on Fang's door.
"Breakfast will be ready in 15" He called.
