I froze for a fraction of a second. Fang knows my thoughts?

"Oh?" I asked nonchalantly looking up to him. His crooked smile disappeared.

"Yeah," We were forehead to forehead now. "And not just because I can read your face."

"So you can read minds? Or just mine?"

"Minds in general." He shrugged.

"Since…?" I prompted. He was giving me only the barest hints again…

"This morning…I haven't really had enough time to check it out though…" He broke up our hug, dropping his arms.

"What is it like?" I dropped my arms and sat down. "Mind reading."

He sighed and lay down next to me. "I get signs of emotions, like colored glass. Like, right now, my vision is pink because it's only us, and we're in love." He sighed. "And I get fragments of thoughts. Like when I told you about my mind reading, the pink glass got a white tint and I heard 'Fang knows my thoughts?'" he sighed heavily.

"I was just surprised is all," I said attempting to lie down. He stopped me with his hand.

"I know, I know." He took a big breath. He looked up at the sky. "Look. That cloud looks like you."

I craned my head upward, and what do you know, there was a cloud that looked like me. Wavy, unruly wisps of hair. My hard set jaw.

"Hm…interesting." I said trying again to lie down. His hand was still resting on my back.

"Uh, Fang? It's a little hard to see the clouds if I'm not lying down."

"Sorry." He moved his hand and I laid down.

"What else happened today?" I asked him.

He pointed as a cloud started to swirl. "Bunny." The cloud swirled into a bunny shape. Okay…

He looked over at me. "Yeah, I know. It's weird. I can make clouds."

"You could get a job as a skywriter."

"I guess." He smirked. Pointed again. "Total with a clown nose." The clouds swirled grey and made Total with a white clown nose.

I laughed. What a way to ease the tension!

Total would have had a conniption had he seen this.

When I was finally able to speak, after several minutes of snorting and making Fang laugh, I told him about Rei.

He was quiet for a minute. "You should. It would mean everything to him. If I had been hurt and in your care, that would make me want to jump for joy and kiss you." He paused and put a hand to his chin. "Then again, I always want to kiss you."

I giggled. "Ditto."

We watched the clouds and made shapes in them for awhile longer. "Anything else happen today?" Fang asked expectantly. He knew something had happened, but he wanted me to say it.

"How did I know where to find you?" I asked poking him on 'you'.

He flinched away and smirked. "Another thing I found out this morning."

"Fang-GPS?" I asked standing.

"I have Maximum-GPS," He smirked again. I punched him playfully.

"So we know where each other are at all times, and you can read my mind. I think I need to be able to read your mind."

"Not really. I'd be all 'Max's eyes are pretty.' 'She's hot and she's mine.' Blah, blah, blah, blahity, blah. And I really think that you'll get tired of all the pink in your head."

He had me there.

"Yes I do." He said rolled over to face me directly. "But you have something better than mind reading."

"Oh I do, hmm?"

"Yeah. You have persuasion and authority." He held up his fists.

I rolled my eyes. "Great. I get to beat you up. Isn't that spouse abuse?"

"We're not married yet." He pointed out.

"We're engaged. Close enough."

"You don't want to get married?" He looked hurt.

"What? Of course I do! But—Oh, never mind! You're so difficult!"

He laughed and reached an arm around my hips. "And you're so—"

"Be careful which words you chose to finish that." I warned.

"Max." He said. "You're so Max."

"Well, it's kind of hard to not be myself." I said smirking, "But that was a safe answer."

He relaxed a little. "I thought so."

I cuddled into him. And stayed like that until the rain started to pelt us.

We burst into Fang's apartment, dripping wet.

"That was fun." Fang said half sarcastically. I play-punched his shoulder and slopped my soaking sweater on the tile floor.

He kicked his combat boots off and fell on the couch.

"You should change. You're going to ruin that couch."

"Uh-huh" He said and waved a hand. "Once I'm dry."

I rolled my eyes. "That kind of defeats the purpose."

I looked around his apartment while he snickered. The walls were navy blue and the tile floor was black tile. The only white things in the room were the curtains.

"You have a dryer?" I asked. He pointed to a door behind his head.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" I asked slowly.

He looked over to me. "I have a feeling that you want to wear dry clothes?"

I smiled. "Yes please."

He got up. "This way." He led me down a short hallway, past a bathroom and a closet to his bedroom. He got out a sweatshirt and a pair of baggy jeans. "Will these work?"

I nodded and took the clothes. "I'll go change"

He plopped down on his bed. "Okay. I'm just gonna take a nap now."

I got to the bathroom and realized that I was going to have to go without undies while they dried. No bra. No panties.

And I didn't have a belt for the baggy pants.

Crap.

"Uh, Fang? Can I ask another favor?"

"What is it?" He replied through the door.

Oh, he must have felt the waves of embarrassment rolling off of me. "Can I have a belt and a small pair of briefs?"

"Uh, sure…lemme, just go get them." Fang stuttered. He had felt that embarrassment for sure. Crap.

He was back in a minute. He knocked on the door. "Delivery?"

I opened the door a crack and stuck my hand out. He shoved the stuff into my hand, I pulled it in and slammed the door shut.

"Whoa, watch it." Fang called. "Almost took my fingers off."

"Sorry!" I said and started getting dressed.

When I was done, I ran my fingers through my hair. It looked like I was on the run again, in a borrowed sweatshirt, goodwill pants, and unwashed hair.

I sighed, picked up my sopping clothes and trudged into the foyer, where I picked up my sweater and added it to the dripping clump in my arms.

"Ready?" Fang asked from the kitchen I had seen behind the foyer.

"Yep." I held out the dripping glob of my clothes.

He led me to a little laundry room full of black clothes. And a nice white shirt. "A white shirt? What stranger dropped that off here?"

Fang rolled his eyes. "I have to wear a white shirt to my job at the bookstore." He said challenging me to say something smart about his bookstore job.

I ignored the prompt and studied the dryer. "How do you work this?" He sighed, opened a door, tossed my clothes in, shut it, spun a few dials around and started it up.

"Like that."

"Okay…" I shrugged.

"What now?" He asked, leaning on the dryer top.

"I don't know."

"How about this?" he suggested, leaning in to kiss me.

Fang: That was bordering on mature there…

Me: But it wasn't getting that far. I kept it teen.

Alex: Barely. Fang here was getting excited.

Fang: -glares at Alex-

Iggy: NUDGE AND I DISAPPEARED!

Me: You'll reappear in the next chapter. Max is going to have to start—

Fang: -clamps a hand over my mouth- Don't spoil it.

Me: -licks Fang's hand-

Fang: -flinches away-

Iggy: I wanna lick Fang! –chases Fang around-

Fang: Did you have to make him a fanguy?

Alex: -is cracking up-

Me: Yes, yes I did.

Fang: -facepalms while running-

Comment/R&R for random powers!