Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. All characters associated withMaximum Ride belong to James Patterson.


"Breakfast in 15!" Iggy called through the door.

I jolted awake, to find myself wrapped in someone's arms. I untangled myself and kicked wildly before being ejected off the bed and fell with an OMPFH Onto the ground.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed, and they just fell off it" Fang said wryly.

"You. Me. What? Oh my god! Where?" I panicked.

"Guess you're not very coherent first thing in the morning."

I suddenly realized I was naked.

And Fang was naked.

We were naked.

Together.

Then I remembered. Yesterday morning, walking in on Fang, then apologizing last night, and then kissing, and then: Oh god the earth shattering pleasure.

I would have screamed, but that would have brought the flock

"Did we really- did I really – my god, I'm going insane!"

Fang began to sit up.

"Don't!" I yelled. I could see everything. Him. The sheets. Me. The bite marks. I could smell sex wafting from the warm sheets. I could smell him on me.

He ignored me.

He leaned over the side of the bed and offered his hand, which I gratefully took.

I stood up gingerly, testing my legs. I blushed and covered myself.

"Weren't so shy last night were you?"

"In fact I remember-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll kill you" I threatened.

Fang shut up.

"Look, we'll talk about this later tonight, okay?"

I nonchantly picked up my clothing from the floor and strode out.

Until I realized that the flock was outside and that Gazzy was about to emerge from his room.

I jumped in fright, almost screamed, before I leapt back into Fang's room and shut the door.

"Guess the amazing sex fried your brain." Fang remarked casually.

I glared at him, before putting my clothes on while leaning against the door.

I refused to look at him, knowing that he'd be wearing that smirk. So I opened the door gently, and checked to see if the coast was clear. I ran back to my sanctuary to gather whatever had been left of my brain.

I put on a pair of slacks over my nightie, and combed my hair. Taking a deep breath, I went to confront the rest of the flock.

I strode confidently into the kitchen.

Seeing that breakfast was well underway, and Fang had appeared already dressed and groomed out of nowhere.

"Fang? Go set the table; I'll wake Nudge and Angel."

The two girls shared the last bedroom. I pushed the door in to find 11 year old Nudge asleep, tangled up in her covers. She was barely recognizable with her mouth shut, I thought wryly.

When she was awake, we called it the Nudge channel: all Nudge, all the time.

"Hey, sweetie, up and at 'em," I said, gently shaking her shoulder.

"Breakfast in ten."

Nudge blinked, her brown eyes struggling to focus on me.

"What?" she mumbled.

"Another day," I said.

"Get up and face it."

I went over to Angel's little corner pulling the curtain back.

"Hey, you're already dressed," I said, leaning over to hug her.

"You smell funny." She remarked.

I smelt like Fang. I realized.

"Oh it's probably nothing," I said.

Angel stared at me a moment longer before: "Max, can you do my buttons?"

"Yep." I turned her around and started doing her up.

I never told anyone, but I loved loved loved Angel.

Maybe because I'd been taking care of her practically since she was a baby. Maybe because she was just so incredibly sweet and loving.

"Maybe because I'm like your little girl." Said Angel, throwing her arms around me and placing a somewhat sticky kiss to my cheek.

Oh yeah - that's another special thing about Angel.

She can read minds.

"I want to go pick strawberries." Angel said.

"I'll come with!" Gazzy exclaimed before contributing to the atmosphere. And giggling afterwards too. What nerve!

"I'm done!" Fang said, pushing his chair back and taking his plate to the sink.

No-one wanted to eat after that. We were all done anyway.

After Breakfast, the whole flock went with Angel to pick strawberries. I reckon everyone in the flock is pretty fond of Angel. She's just that type of kid who everyone just adores.

In a blink of an eye, my whole life spun out of control. It was like someone had come and ripped off the blanket of safety and security that I was wrapped in. The someone being Ari and the Erasers. The Erasers suddenly landed in front of us as we were walking to the strawberry patch.

The whole flock fought, getting in kicks and punches, when the Erasers suddenly snatched Angel and ran. In hot pursuit, we followed the helicopter when they suddenly whipped out guns. Amazing things we are, we aren't bulletproof, so I watched with a mixture of dread and fear as Angel flew out of sight.

Going back to our cabin, I felt completely numb; the pleasant buzz inside of me was gone. There was only one place they could have taken her.

Back to School.

The place where we all dreaded to go.

15 minutes later, after arguing with Iggy and Gazzy, careful examination of the maps and packing of whatever we needed on Fang's part, Nudge, Fang and I took off, flying above the currents to try and get to Angel as fast as possible.

After about a few hours of flying Nudge said "Max? I'm starving"

To be honest, I'd been ignoring my own ferociously growling innards for about half and hour. But I would never give in before Fang.

"Okay, okay. We need food."

"Fang! We need to refuel. Ideas?"

Fang pondered. It always amazes me how he's able to seem so calm at the absolute worst times. Sometimes he seems like a droid- or a drone. Fang of Nine. Fang2-D2.

Below us were mountains, the San Francisco Peaks.

Our glances met. It was creepy how we knew what each other was thinking most of the times.

"Ski slopes." I said and he nodded.

"Summertime. Empty vacation houses."

"Would they have food?" Nudge asked.

"Let's go find out," I told her.

We flew in a big circle around the edge of the mountains. We landed in the forest, away from the clump of houses with signs of habitation.

One house was further away, with no cars parked outside, no smoke coming from the chimney.

We crept towards the house. Number 13. How unlucky for the owners. We broke into it and gorged ourselves silly on canned food.

Half an Hour later, we all felt exhausted, heavy, our bellies much too full.

"Uhhnhh" Nudge moaned.

"I feel like concrete,"

We unanimously agreed to a little nap.

We're coming Angel. In a minute.

We all crashed on 3 separate couches.

I was utterly exhausted, but I was afraid to close my eyes. My subconscious would haunt me with the images of Angel being taken away.

A silent figure knelt beside me and entwined our fingers. Fang.

The gesture was such a simple one, but it was comforting.

He looked at me questioningly.

"I can't sleep," I whispered.

I wondered how he knew I was still awake. He could probably hear me thinking our something.

Fang stood and dragged me to my feet. He beckoned for me to follow him.

He walked away from the living room of the cabin and into the hall. Choosing to open the 3rd door on the right, he led me into a bedroom.

I stared at him.

"Here? Now?"

"You need it," He murmured back.

I wanted to refuse. I really did. It felt so wrong to do that on someone else's bed. But hey, we'll leave them a note telling them to wash the sheets or something.

"What should I do?" I asked him.

"Take your pants off, lay down and spread your legs." He commanded.

I looked at him incredulously, then did as he said, lying down on the bed and spreading my legs. Fang moved to kneel between my legs. He went to stroke my thighs, teasing me.

I lifted my head and glared at him, and Fang quickly drew my thighs further apart, finding himself staring at something he'd only seen before in anatomy books. Except it had never looked so pretty before, Max was soft and pink and—he extended a hesitant finger to touch—warm.

I heard myself made a quiet, wondering sound as Fang touched my clit, and I looked at him steadily. "That feels nice."

"I'm know." Fang moved his finger up a little, sliding over my clitoris, beginning to rub it with firm, steady touches. His tongue poked out slightly as he concentrated.

I was about to ask him how he knew, but thought better of it and asked something different.

"Fang..."

"Yes?"

"It—it feels good, but...not enough."

Fang quickly realized that I was right. I was only becoming slightly wet, and it occurred to him that his approach was perhaps not the most arousing one possible. Moving a little further up my body, he knelt over my, looking down at my. "I'm going to take care of you, Max." Lowering his head, he began pressing soft kisses to my throat.

I gave a low moan, and Fang knew that he had found one of my erogenous zones. Erogenous is a word that mye means: "tender and sensitive and making Max very wet indeed when kissed." He dared to go a little furtmy, nipping gently at the soft skin.

"Oh, Fang..." I began twisting slightly, my hips pushing up into Fang' hand. My eyes fluttered shut, and my hands came up to grip his shoulders tightly.

"You're so pretty..." he whispered, brushing back a strand of hair from my face with his thumb. My face was flushed, and I looked despoiled, wanton, writhing up into his hand. So completely trusting and perfect...his Max.

"Love you," I gasped, my face all screwed up tight. I clung to him tightly, grinding myself against his hand. "Fang, please..." My voice was growing urgent, and I was panting softly.

Fang began rubbing harder, keeping to a steady pace. "Come for me, Max. Come in my hand..." His eyes were intent on my face, watching my reactions, needing to see my fall apart, just for him.

I gave a small, choked cry and came, my hips bucking against Fang' hand. I collapsed back onto the bed, shaking slightly, and managed to open my eyes. "That was really, really nice."

He kissed me on the forehead, before picking me up, bridal style, peeling the sheets back and dumping me in the bed.

"'Night Max,"

"I'm only napping for a bit!" I protested.

My eyes drooped. And before I knew it, I was fast asleep.


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