Chapter Thirteen

I woke with someone's arms around me, and somebody else-or so I thought-pulling my shoulders back and forth like a lever, possibly trying to get me up. My first thought was: The Flyboys are back, and they've got the flock! My body started to go into my routine attack stance, while I quickly prepared my mind for an ambush.

Then I realized that it was only my ever obnoxious and silent best friend.

"What, Fang?" I asked, exasperated for some unknown reason.

"She's awake," he replied.

Duh. Wait, who? What was he talking about?

Angel. She got hurt in the attack, the Voice supplied.

Then I remembered yesterday: The kiss, the mêlée, the fainting, the fear. As my mind caught up with beforehand events, a sweet, child-like voice broke into my thoughts with one simple word.

"Max?"

Then I was up, running, hugging. I was stroking my baby's dirty curls, close to sobbing, but not letting myself go. "Angel, you're ok!"

"Max! I feel fine! I'm ok; I just have a bruise above my left eyebrow. See?"

"Yes, honey, I see it. I'm so, so sorry." I looked over Angel. She had a healing bruise (thanks to our rapid healing abilities) above her left eyebrow, near the tip of her hairline.

"It's ok, Max. S'not your fault," she replied.

"I know." Then she skipped away to were Nudge was, and once she was there, snuggling down to a nights sleep.

Once she had fallen asleep, I turned to Fang. "What time is it?"

"Quarter past twelve," came his ever silent reply. Always the dark and mysterious type.

I decided to be a little mischievous for once. You know, have a little flirty fun. Although, I don't think I was very good…

"Valentine's Day." Evil smirk.

"Yeah," comment custody of my…boyfriend?

"You know what that means, right?" I tried to be flirty like those stupid, shallow plastics in the movies. I sauntered over to him as his pools of cacao followed me, watching my every move.

"Not really."

"It means," I took a beep breath, then flopped onto him, pushing him so that he was on the forest floor, while I straddled his pelvis. "I get to give you my Valentine's Day gift."

With that, I lunged so that my leader lips were on his luscious, familiar lips. I felt his smirk against mine, and then I launch myself into a battle with him. I wasn't really winning though.

After a while, I felt something moist push against my lips. It took me a moment to realize that it was his tongue, begging for entrance to my mouth. So, obviously, I granted it and a more intense battle began. The battle of my mouth.

We were like this for quite a while, until stupid me just had to moan out of pleasure. We pulled back away from each other, staring at the flock, waiting for them to wake. It was Iggy that woke. Of course it had to be the blind guy with the best senses!

"Max, Fang? Are you guys having sex? Oh, oh my God! You're sixteen! Eww, eww, eww, eww, ewwwwww!" Then, in the morning light, he began to grin wickedly.

"Iggy," Fang tersely began, "we weren't doing any-"

"Sure," he said, drawing out the r. Then, "Wait till the flock finds out about this."