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Maxie and Johnny

Get Down on the Floor

Part Three

September 2008

Maxie rides Johnny savagely, for sweetness will only confuse matters at this point, as he lays on the floor of his living room. Little desperate moans float from her lips.

There's no talk of moving to the bedroom. To stop for one moment will break the spell, risk bringing reason into the equation and this is not the time to let something trivial like that invade in on them. Thank God Claudia is out of town and won't be walking in on them.

Every time Maxie sinks down the length of him, delicious sensations shoot through her body, caused by the feel of him and by the thrill of sinning. She can feel him getting closer and closer to letting go. His hand slides down from the nipple he was pinching and twisting to close in on her clit. This time...unlike the two times earlier tonight...they come at the same moment, two criminals in this fully together, one no more or less guilty than the other.

She collapses onto his chest, smiling as she does, and he brushes her damp hair off her forehead.

Their eyes meet and they smile at each other. Maxie rolls off of him, lets out a long breath, and says "Now tell me that wasn't totally worth it."

As soon as she has caught her breath, she grabs her clothes and heads to the bathroom. Afterwards is not the time to stick around long in a situation like this- Maxie learned that the hard way before with a different bad boy. Looking back over her shoulder, she sees Johnny's watching her walk away. His dark eyes are filled with animalistic hunger, she grins at how deep his well of need runs. That's something she understands all too well.

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He crawls onto the couch to wait for her to come back. Johnny knows guilt should be coursing through his veins right about now but he just can't work up any yet. He wonders what that makes him...evil? Deranged? Just weary and bruised from one too many battles in this crazy town in the last year? A little broken but not completely cracked yet?

Johnny isn't really sure he even cares to what level he is affected by all he is and all he is not right now. Cause tomorrow he will surely grow darker, and darker, there's just no way to escape that fact.

But even dark men can be faithful, if the love is real. That's another painful nugget for him to chew on. Thank God he's so tired right now his thoughts don't gain much traction.

After ten minutes, Maxie comes back into the room. Johnny can't look at her without smiling, his mouth going dry, and his dick getting hard. He used to play all these reactions off, acting like he wasn't into her in the least. Why bother now? He ain't about to fool her anymore, if he ever really did.

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Maxie's eyes linger over Johnny's naked body, as he sits on the couch, his head laying back, looking completely exhausted.

Scratch marks are etched over his chest and discolorations are starting to form on his neck. A small smile curves on her lips as she realizes the marks she's left on him will linger for days. Maxie leans down and gives him a peck on the lips, meaning to dart away right after, but his hand grab her hips and hold her still. His mouth opens, deepening the kiss. Her body flushes with heat but she pulls away before the spark turns into a fire.

Their eyes hold. He says "Bad day. Good night. At least it evened out."

"You call that good? I can think of so many more appropriate words. Fucking phenomenal works."

The grin she loves, the one that tugs just at the corner of his lips, reappears. She regards him coolly, her mind and heart not really in this moment anymore...though somewhere in the murky middle when he was inside of her she thought Maybe, this is the start of us...but she quickly decided that thought was simply her lying heart playing tricks on her again.

He didn't want her when Lulu was around, so he can't have her now that blonde everyone loves first has gone insane. At least...he can't have her again.

"You take care, Johnny boy. Don't mope too long about Lulu. She'll recover some day...probably hear all about this...and then me and you will really have something to cry about."

"You care what she thinks? Damn funny way to show it."

"I care what she tells Spinelli."

Johnny nods. Maxie heads for the door. He calls out "Hey...you need a ride or anything? I could get dressed."

"Don't strain yourself on my account."

"I could have a guard take you."

"And they say chivalry is dead. Never believe the rumors."

"Like I said, I'll take you if you want..." but he doesn't move off the couch.

"Forget it. I'm good." Her head closes on the door handle.

He jumps up and heads toward her. "Hey, Maxie..." his words die out as he simply stares at her.

"There's nothing left to say, Johnny. You don't have to pretend this wasn't just hot and fun fucking."

"Yeah, it was," he stands right in front of her. "But...we're not strangers who met in a bar...you can stick around if you want."

"I got to go. Mac worries."

His eyes search hers. He stands there nude, without any shame, and Maxie has to work hard to resist the urge to pull him into another kiss. Its always thrilling when the roller coaster ride starts... its just the bumpy ending that gets to her, when emotions creep in and everything she's ever done wrong slams down on her chest like a vice. She'd like to get home and fall asleep before that happens.

Hurry, hurry...rush, rush...get away from him while you still can, she tells herself.

She turns back to the door, his hand reaches past her to grab the handle, as his mouth comes down on her neck, giving her one last kiss right on the pulse point there.

He whispers "You ever need someone to get you through a bad night, call me...I'll pay you back."

"Oh, I just bet you would," she answers, as a smirk comes over her lips. He pulls open the door and she walks out, sure this will be their one and only time together.

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Eight Months Later

May 2009

He feels her enter the room before he sees her.

Johnny breaks his conversation in mid-sentence with Claudia and turns to look at the doorway of The Haunted Star. Just as he expected to see, Maxie is there, looking gorgeous as hell in a strapless blue dress. Its a short, flowy number, from some kind of big time fashion label, of that he is sure, but who knows which one. Who cares? All he cares about is the moment when her eyes connect with his and a small smile plays on her lips.

His gut clenches as he is hit with an onslaught of erotic memories from their night together. There is not one single time he can be in the same room with her without having this happen. He sees every second behind his eyes...teeth scraping skin, his fingers tweaking rosy hard nipples, her mouth wrapped around him...her breasts bouncing. Damn, its enough to drive a man insane, and this man is not looking to have that happen to him any sooner than it has to.

After their night together it didn't take Johnny long to go looking for Maxie...looking to have a little more no- hold bars fun...but he found out she had other ideas in mind. She only giggled at the idea of them hitting the sheets again, saying "Don't be greedy, Johnny. Its not a good look on you." He figures that had been Maxie's way of getting back at him for all the times he pushed her away and picked Lulu instead.

It stung. But they don't call pay back a bitch for nothing.

She moved on to Matt, some punk ass doctor from General Hospital that Johnny can't stand. Because the guy thinks he's slick. He's not. Johnny had his number from day one. The stand up guy image is just a front...he's a fraud...takes one to know one, it seems, and Johnny recognized from jump just what kind of guy Matt is.

It pissed him off to see Maxie taken with the guy. Though Johnny doesn't sit around crying in his beer over it, he screws his way through a few nurses at General Hospital instead, he does do a slow burn over the situation. Especially since Maxie decided that even though they couldn't fuck anymore...friends was a good idea. So they go to Kelly's for coffee, and the Metro Court for dinner, and Jake's for drinks about once a week, when her boyfriend is working the nightshift. What he don't know won't hurt him none.

But Johnny does want to hurt Matt. Johnny thinks he should always get what he wants...thinks he is entitled to it...and since Matt can't see fit to move out of the way, Johnny decides to push him. Being the son of a powerful mob boss gives Johnny all the resources he needs, briefcases full of cash can buy just about anything you want...a false arrest on cocaine charges, a meritless medical malpractice suit or two might spring up, a sexual harassment claim could come to light. There are many easy ways to ruin a man.

Johnny considered all his options over the months, as he told himself he didn't really care who Maxie sleeps with, until one night when she asks him to join her in Sam McCall's hot tub and Johnny's will power snapped. It was all he could do to keep from pulling her onto his lap and grinding her soft, wet center against him. The next day he decided to get rid of Matt from Maxie's heart for good. Luck was on his side because Claudia heard through Jason Morgan that Matt and Liz Webber were sneaking off to supply closets during their shifts.

Such a bad boy that Matt. That will cost him.

Johnny smiled when he heard the news and soon a private eye was snapping photos of the doctor and nurse, soapy and naked in the shower of the locked locker room. They make such small cameras these days that anyone can be watching anything at any time...people really need to remember that, Johnny thinks as his eyes move off Maxie to Matt.

Claudia smiles, next to him, and says "You're gonna enjoy this, aren't you? Toppling her world."

"Only way she can fall out of his arms and into mine."

"You're not feeling the least bit guilty, are you? My Johnny is really growing up."

A devious grin curves over his lips as he walks across the room to speak to Maxie.