I loved the last one! Anyways, here comes the next one, so get ready. This is a short song, so it's going to be another short song fic.
Gettin you Home, by Chris Young:
It's Max and Fang's first anniversary, and their spending it out. Or part of it at least. Basically, it's a glimpse into Fang's dirty mind, so I'm warning you now, heavy sexual reference.
Fang's POV:
Today was a very special day. It was mine and Max's first anniversary. That's right, we were married. And it was great! We planned the night months in advance, and everything seemed perfect. (Which it was, if I do say so myself.) We went to a very fancy restaurant, making us look like outcasts if we didn't dress up. That was really my plan all along, I mean once you see Max in a dress, you can't think about anything else! There were 'tuxedo waiters', and everyone was dressed in black tie attire, as planned. The table clothes were white, and we picked out a lovely red wine.
We all know how much Max hates to dress up, but she looks amazing every time she does. I absolutely love saying that we have a reservation for Ride, I mean, have you met Max? I know we're 21, but when I watch her chocolate brown eyes dancing in the candle light glow, she looks like a little kid again. This is about the time my brain shuts down, and my 'emotions' take over. So for the rest of the night, all I can think about is taking her home.
Actually, that's all I can think about even before our evening starts. When I walk through the front door, and I see her black dress hit the floor, all good thoughts go out the window. Let me just say, there is nothing like Max loving me all night long. I know, some of you guys are drooling right now, so just keep all of those dirty thoughts to yourself, or I will hunt you down and make sure you never think about my wife like that again. Agreed?
Anyways… I already know what I want for dessert, if you know what I mean, so I don't even glance at that section of the menu. Instead I pay the waiter, and we leave. It's kind of shocking, but Max was the one who suggested we leave. I knew she had sex on the brain just by the look in her eyes, her hand tracing mine. At this point I know that our night out isn't going to last very long. Especially when all she can think about is getting me home.
On our way home, I couldn't help but think about walking through the front door and seeing her black dress hit the floor. Now it won't be long before I get her home, and all on my fantasies become a reality. I'm not going into any further detail, so let me just warn you once more. If you so much as think of Max in that way, I promise that I will find you and make sure you NEVER EVER think about her like that again. Capuche? And on that note, I bid you goodbye.