A/N: Thanks again for the reviews your awesome!! just so you know i have a reason for not posting the sequel or what ever to Hurt it was my birthday on 17th and I partied pretty hard, since I just became legal... 18 yay! Anyway good news is I'm typing it out now and probably will be posting it today, hopefully. Read this one mean while. Baby angst promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. the song and Dark Angel that is so yeah now you know. this stands for the chapters before and after.

Song: I'd like by Freshlyground

I'd like

What would you do if I kissed you?
What would you do if I held your hand and laid you down?
Would you find me overly unkind to you?
Would you call me insensitive, and say that I deserve to die?
What do I do with all these feelings tearing me up inside?
What do I do with all these wasted hours dreaming of you at night?
I' d like to call you sometime…

Alec let his laughter quiet down as he watched her laugh, and he couldn't help but note how beautiful it was. How genuine and real it was, as she held her stomach and happy tears filled her eyes. All he wanted to do was lean over and kiss her. What would she do if he did? Would she freak out, and kick him in the groin before stomping off, or would she choose the unlikely and kiss him back? He wanted to take her hand and lead her somewhere private, lay her down and make slow passionate love to her. Was that wrong of him? The answer to that question was a resounding yes. It was insensitive, she would find him insensitive for making a move on her this early in the game, when she's just broken up with Logan only a few weeks ago. But he couldn't help wanting to, because his feeling for her were tearing him up inside. He loved her and wanted to tell her but couldn't because, well, he was he 'screw – up' buddy Alec, who she was still unsure whether to like or not.

The dreams, the ones he had every night and would grudgingly wake up from each morning wanting to go back to the dream. Before they were always sex related but somewhere a long the line they morphed into ones about love, about having a life where Max was his. But they were only dreams right? He smiled sadly, then reverted to his usual smirk as she began sobering up. "Now that you've had your fun Max come on seriously we need to look at those ruins."

Max raised an eyebrow, "Oh... so now you're the serious one when your the one who was tickling me?" she accused looking at him.

"I asked you if you were ticklish you didn't answer so I was just testing it out for myself," he defended seriously before breaking out into a smile.

Man she loved that smile, heck she even loved his grin, his smirk, his laugh ... him. But lately her thoughts had been drifting off whenever she saw his lips,because she couldn't help but always think about how they would taste with hers. Yeah she'd been thinking about kissing him, and now she was really pulling her best self control thoughts not to because that smile...wow! But she couldn't because he would probably find her insensitive because he'd think she was on the rebound or something.

Turning around she peeled off her shirt lying back on the bed, "try to tickle me again and your dead," she mocked seriousness as she waited. She could heard him chuckle before he became silent and began the task at hand. Gentle, warm, long fingers moved her hair off her back and to the side he could get a better look of her back.

"Max this is just a suggestion but ever thought of cutting the hair?" he teased, as she saw the flash of the camera as he took pictures of her back. She felt him move the straps of her bra gently down her shoulders, his fingers gazing her skin with every movement.

All she wanted to do was turn around and lay he down on the bed and show him how much she yearned for him. But she couldn't because she knew for a fact Alec wasn't over Rachel yet. At least not completely. The more time they spent together the more her feeling wanted to break free from tearing her up inside.

The more he touched her whether it was wiping something off her face or checking for new ruins, the more she dreamed about him. And the dreams weren't always the clean and innocent type too.

"You should talk, your heads starting to resemble a mop," she countered

What would you do if you knew the truth?
What would you do if I told you the story of my life?
Would you find me overly familiar towards you?
Would you call me crude, fling me aside to the birds?
What do I do with all these feelings holding me back inside?
What do I do with all these wasted hours dreaming of you at night?
I'd like to call you sometime

Sometimes he wondered what would happen if she found out the truth before he was ever to reveal it to her in person. Would he really be mad at it? Because she'd finally know and he wouldn't have to hide it anymore. But what terrified him was her reaction. Would she scorn him because he loved her and she didn't love him back? Or would she just tell him she saw him as a friend? He would rather the latter because he knew even though she didn't love him back, he could just be happy being friends just as long as he was in her life.

"OK that hurt Maxie," he mocked pain, "you wound me by dissing my ever so luscious hair."

He was done with her back but, he was trying to ready himself for the front. It was hard enough touching her and having to fight the urge not to lay kisses on her neck, shoulders and back.

He was afraid to tell her about his past, he had barely told her about Rachel but every time they had one of those serious moments he wanted to so badly, but again he couldn't because he was afraid of her rejection. Part of what he went through and what she went through were familiar in nature but still revealing himself to her was still difficult. Some of the things Manticore made him do would probably make her sick and disgusted and she'd probably push him out of her life. No he couldn't risk it.

He now realized what was holding him back from revealing everything, it was fear. A feeling he was taught to dislike but it seemed to shine through when it came to her. Licking his dry lips he placed a Manticore mask as she turn to face him.

He could normally read her and her body language like it was an open book but when it came to seeing her true feeling for him, he seemed oblivious. Sometimes she thought she saw acknowledgment in his eyes, which didn't make her feel any better since it meant he knew and was trying to dismiss them. If only she could read his eyes and know what he was thinking.

He knew a lot about her, but didn't quite know about her life story. About the abusive foster father she had or Lucy, about how she had always felt sick when she's sleep with someone during her Heat, and lots more. She'd put him at arms length and he'd accepted it not pestering her about it. But sometimes she wished he did because maybe he'd be able to get through the wall she put up. It had been so easy telling him about Ben because she knew without a doubt he'd understand. Because as much as they didn't want to think about it, their were the same.

She felt so bothered by his eyes being on her. "Take the pictures already Alec we have a city to run,"

I'd like you to need me one time
I'd like to call you sometime

"Max has anyone ever told you you can't rush art," he teased her impatience but he was feeling quite impatient himself, because looking at her lying there half dressed was making his heart beat fast and his mind to wonder. If only she could need him for something other than running TC, EO mission or being her 'buddy'. If only she could need him as more than her friend, if only she could need his love.

Max rolled her eyes, "I don't think there is much art in point focus and click, Alec it's not that hard," she told him, as he fiddled with the camera. She needed him seriously, him pursing and pouting his lips as he fiddled with the camera, made her want to grab him pull him on top of her and kiss him senseless. But she couldn't because she want him to need her too first.

What would you do if I kissed you?
What would you do if I held your hand and laid you down?
Would you recognize it's a need I've been fighting for so long?
Would you recognize it's a hunger only you can fill?
What do I do with all these feelings warming me up inside?
What do I do with all these glorious hours dreaming of you at night?

"I can't get a good angle to get all of them in one shot," he told her, before his face lit up with an idea. "before you get violent just know that I'm just taking a picture even though it's in a ... provocative position." told her as he straddled her and looked down at the display screen on the camera, what he saw made his heart skip a beat. Looking back at him were fire and desire filled brown eyes. Moving the camera away he looked down at her with out any obstructions and saw the same thing. Panic filled his mind, it wasn't real he was imagining it. Max couldn't want him, could she?

She'd fought to keep it hidden so long but now when he was so damn close she couldn't hide the feelings from showing in her eyes. Raw need flashed in her eyes and she couldn't suppress it. For a few moments she watched him recognize what she'd been fighting for so long but as quickly as it appeared it disappeared behind masked hazel brown eyes and her heart sank. For a moment she'd thought he'd recognized it and acknowledged that he was the only one who could fill her insane hunger for him.

"Say cheese for the nice camera Max," he finally let out and went back to the task at hand, which had changed from taking the pictures, to taking the picture and getting the hell out of there before he did something that would make Max hate him. What the hell was he suppose to do with this damn feelings that were warming him up inside, at the thought he might have a chance.

As the camera flashed signaling he'd taken the picture she realized it was just another dream that he'd feel the way she wanted him to. Like the other dreams spent dreaming at night. He got off her and looked ready to bolt without a word but stopped.

"Log would probably be waiting on these so I'll see ya around," with that he bolted. Cowardly he knew but he couldn't help it. He couldn't get hurt. He wouldn't get hurt. Not by her of all people, no he had to before she made a violent rejection of his feeling, before she broke his already vulnerable heart.

She didn't respond to it she couldn't her heart was beating painfully fast and she could bring her self to question the second of reciprocation because rejection wasn't something she was ready for. So she sat there unmoving even after she had the door click shut, not sure what the hell to do with herself or the unhealthy and painful feeling that ironically, warmed her up inside. After what seemed like eternity she stood up and walked to take a bath to relax her. When will she stop being cowardly?

I'd like to call you sometime

It was midnight when she heard a knock on her door, she didn't want to see anyone, not for a while. But even though hesitant and gentle, it was insistent. With a heavy sigh she walked over to the door, and pulled it open and was shocked to find a soaked Alec on the other since of the door, he looked a bit scared but other than that he had the other emotions masked.

It had been raining for most of the afternoon after he'd left and heavy at that, but it quieted down a few minutes before she answered the door. Was it a sign?

I'd like you to need me one time

He was normally good with words, but at the moment none came to mind. He had rushed over running when he realized he needed to let her know how he felt before it tore him up inside. But once there he was speechless. Deciding actions were better, he went for it even if she pushed him away and punched him in the face she had to know. She deserved to know what she was doing to him. Closing the space between them he quickly leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth. He would have done it gentler but his feeling weren't gentle at the moment, intense was what they were and that was what he was showing.

I'd like to have you all the time

At first she was too shocked to think or act was she imagining this or did Alec just swoop in and kiss her. Maybe if she kissed back she could figure out if it was real. His luscious lips were moving insistently on her in ferocious passion and want it was making her head spin, and she couldn't help respond in the same way.

Pushing her inside, he didn't break the kiss in fact he pulled her even closer as he kicked the door shut. All the dreams didn't even come close to the feeling they were feeling at the moment or how amazing it was. Max could feel the warmth through his wet clothing and moved closer as she possibly could to get a bit more of it. The small sleeping shorts and vest that were her night wear were soaking through from his clothes but he couldn't care if he wanted to because all he wanted was to kiss her till she asked for mercy.

As they broke apart after what seemed like an eternity, "took you long enough," she whispered breathlessly looking at his kiss swollen lips.

"Look who's talking,"he answered just as breathless his eyes on her lips as well.

I'd like to call you...

A/N: Please review and give me a late birthday present... come on review you know you want to!P.S. if you haven't heard the song i recommend you do, it's wonderful