Max sat at her living room window, staring out into the rain-soaked streets of Seattle, restless. Original Cindy approached her friend warily. "What's up, boo? You feverin'?"
Being cooped up in their apartment was driving her crazy. She had paced for hours all morning, listening to the rain rap against her window incessantly. It felt like Mother Nature was conspiring to keep her indoors.
"Yeah, I guess," she responded. "I just can't stand the rain."
OC leaned against the wall, looking out at the dull, gray and now wet world below.
"Well you better get used to it, girl, 'cause until the flood warning passes, we can't even go to work! And not that I'm complainin', 'cause you know I love you, but did you ever think Seattle might not be the place for a fine, felined female like yourself?"
OC had a point, but Max wouldn't trade her life for anything – even non-rainy weather.
Max stood decidedly, marched toward their kitchen island, and pulled her leather jacket off the stool back, slipping it on.
Original Cindy watched, surprised. "And just where do you think you're going?"
"I gotta get outta here. If I don't, I'll be crawlin' all over your nerves tonight." Max headed for the door.
"But it's rainin' cats and –" before she could finish she realized what she was saying. Max laughed and left. "Dogs," OC finished as the door shut.
Even on her motorcycle, getting soaked to the bone out there in the rain, Max preferred this to sitting inside doing nothing.
Max soon found herself standing in a puddle she herself had made, outside Alec's door, knocking gently on the barrier.
When the door swung open, Alec stood before her, also soaking wet and with the same look on his face. Needful want.
Suddenly, they both felt out of breath.
"Max," he managed to push out, as if her name was a statement he'd been waiting to make all day.
"Couldn't stand the rain," she said, eyeing how his drenched clothes stuck to him at all the right curves of his muscles.
He mirrored her not-so-discreet actions. He almost admired how the rain made her hair curl around all her curves. "Me neither," he said, looking at her lips.
Max took one very hesitant step forward and stopped, licking her lips. Alec had simultaneously stepped forward, raising both hands to cup the sides of her face.
Alec stared into her eyes momentarily. Max looked doefully up to him and raised up onto her tiptoes, meeting his waiting lips halfway.
Alec traced his hands around her shoulders to her back as Max grabbed onto his shoulders and swung her legs up around him.
Alec shut the door.