If good girls get down on the floor, tell me how low would a bad girl go?- lyric from a song by Mims.

Mature

Maxie and Johnny

Get Down on the Floor

Note- for purposes of this story, Maxie never slept with Spinelli.

Part One

September 2008

It happened really fast...that's his first excuse.

One minute they are knocking back shots in his living room, the next he's tossing the glass at the fireplace, saying "Fuck it," then spinning around and going for what he wants more than the booze he had been trying to use to dull all his aches.

In his head, he lists the reasons why he is about to kiss Maxie Jones.

Before the list is even started, he's moving toward her, her delicate pink lips all the temptation he needs to finally do what he's been fantasizing about doing for months. The list ticks off, with the beat of the clock on the wall; every second a new excuse is born.She's been coming on to me for months. I'm not a saint. Its been a hard day. Too hard to face alone. That hospital...how I hate that fucking mental hospital...with its bars on the windows and guards at the door, its as stifling as Crimson Point ever was...I just need a release...it will only happen once...

I'm Johnny Zacchara, I can have whatever I want...

I'm Johnny Zacchara, don't I deserve to chase off the demons anyway I can?

This doesn't really count cause we aren't in love.

His lips hit hers. He drags her feather light little body close to his as he runs his fingers into her hair. One quick brush of his mouth against hers is simply not enough. But he never planned to stop at that anyway. His tongue darts out to sweep across her cherry sweet lipstick stained lips, demanding entrance into her mouth. She opens for him...and that's it...the runaway train jumps the track...and there is no stopping now.

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She wants to say this isn't thrilling to her: to watch his willpower break, knowing he hates himself for wanting her and wants her anyway, feeling his hips harshly mold to hers, that he isn't being kind, that he ruthlessly assaults her mouth with his own. That he is most decidedly not a good guy.

But it does thrill her.

He's brooding, tortured, the son of a killer, the brother of a killer, on the way to being a killer himself...just give him time...he's killing all the light in himself, a little more every day, and soon it will be wiped clean. Johnny's a fucked up mess. That really gets Maxie's blood pumping.

Especially cause Lulu thinks he's a good man, just born into the wrong family. An artist who would be teaching children to play Brahms's lullaby if not for his bad genetic luck. Yeah, right. Maxie don't buy that for a minute.

If Lulu saw the way he looks at Maxie when they are alone, she would have no doubt about how dark his heart truly is. All the better for Maxie that Lulu never caught on. It can be her and Johnny's little secret. Like this kiss, like how this will go beyond just kisses.

No one has to know he's not still struggling to be a good guy. That he gave up that battle and gave in to her, to sin, to the hunger that rages in his gut to find something wild to tame...the open road, gravity, himself, Maxie.

Shhhhh. Don't anyone tell and she won't either.

His girlfriend who is stuck in the mental hospital wouldn't want to hear about that.

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Both are dressed in black. They walk into his apartment without saying a word. He heads straight to the wet bar and pours shots for them. After knocking a couple back, Johnny says "Thank you...for taking her to Shady Brook with me today. Claudia is out of town and I couldn't face that alone."

"You didn't have to put yourself through it all. Not like Lulu knew we we're there. It could have been us, Lucky, Liz and Nikolas or Big Bird, Donald Duck and Peter Pan. Its all the same to her now."

"Don't sound so broken up about it. Your bitter little heart is showing."

Maxie shrugs. "Don't get me wrong, I don't like that this happened to her but its not like she's a fallen angel...Lulu was just as big of a bitch as I am and she never owned up to that ...and even worse of a man eater than I could ever be...and a know it all...and a harem maker...and she hurt Georgie and Spinelli and -"

"Is there a but in there somewhere?"

She smiles. "But...I didn't want her to go crazy. I just knew she would. You did too. That's why you're hating yourself right now. You knew you were playing fast and loose with her sanity...but it felt so good to do her that you just didn't care."

"Rub it in. I don't feel like shit enough already."

"You wanna know the real shame, Johnny boy? It would feel even better to do me than it did Lulu...cause I know how to do things Lulu hasn't even heard about and I don't blush when I do them either. If you would have realized that months ago...Lulu wouldn't be staring at a wall right now. Oh well, better late that never to learn your lesson. I'm still here and...I'm not crazy yet. Wanna see if you can break another blonde?"

With a lightening quick movements she strips off her dress, revealing a white bustier, garter belt and thigh high stockings. Yes, that's right, this morning she dressed for sex beneath her knee length black burial gown.

Not that she had plans for this to happen...but Maxie knew if not today...then tomorrow or next week...but it's gonna happen. Johnny has been wanting her for months. With Lulu locked away, he has the perfect chance to take her.

A second after his eyes sweep over her lingerie clad body, the glass in his hand goes flying, shattering on the mantle of the fireplace. Let the good times roll.