When Alec opened his door, he was surprised to see Max; after all, she'd mentioned earlier that she had a date planned with Logan. He'd sassed her about the virus, how romantic it must be to live so passionately inside a fricken bubble, so grand to feel tender caresses through latex gloves.
What would you know about it? She'd asked, scowling at him as they rode through sector 9 making deliveries. Your idea of passionate is a stiff drink followed by an all-night bang-a-thon.
That's my point, Maxie. You think Super Legs can do you so rough you couldn't ride for work? Fuck you against the wall and make you scream incoherently? He glanced to her ass in the saddle of her bike. The suggestion was obvious: he could make her so sore she couldn't ride for work. He could make her scream incoherently.
She had looked away from him, though he caught the way her pupils dilated before her head turned.
But one thing became quickly apparent: Max hadn't gone on her date - she'd come here.
She appraised him from rain-tousled hair down to bare feet and passed him into his kitchen. "How are you?"
He closed the door behind her, grinning. "You don't care," he said, taking three long strides to reach her, then leaned forward and gnashed his lips to hers.
Max pushed at his shirt. "Take this fucking thing off."
He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then reached for hers.
"This doesn't mean anything," she prefaced, taking off her boots, and her hands moving to unbutton her jeans. He removed his own in record time.
Alec nodded and chuckled. "Means you came to your fucking senses." He pulled her to him as soon as her pants were off and kissed her again, deeper this time, holding her hips tightly against his.
Max tasted like scotch. Maybe she needed a bit of liquid courage to come here, he thought absentmindedly; but they couldn't get drunk, so why did she drink it? Because she knew he liked it?
Alec growled into her mouth at the realization and led them both toward the couch.
"Wait, what are you doing," asked Max, pushing him away gently, hands on his chest.
He paused, breathless. Had she run out of that aforementioned courage and changed her mind?
She tilted her head toward the kitchen and said, "I believe you promised to hold me against a wall and make me scream incoherently."
He smirked and picked her up by her thighs, marched over to the kitchen, and proceeded to make good on his promise - except for one minor detail. Some of her screams were perfectly coherent.