"Come here," Iggy whispered, dropping his eyelids so his eyelashes concealed his eyes. He needed to make his eye color pink, to draw that woman in. He thought of the sexiest thing he knew. But the fact was, he seriously didn't know anything that was a legit sexy factor. What about Amy? How she let him do whatever he wanted with her, anywhere he wanted. His cheeks reddened. Oh god, what if-
"Yes, Iggy?" Ana answered, observing him from a distance. Her heart had sped up, this man was making her want him. His thoughts had went down the gutter too. He was picturing her- Damn it, she cursed, she can't get involved with a subject! Even if he is extremely mysterious, and sexy and-
"Can you let me up? My body is awfully stiff. I haven't been able to walk around in quite a while." He stared up at her, lips parted slightly as if inviting her to come and feel with her own. She bit her cheek.
"I can't do that. It's against the rules. You're supposed to-"
"Come on, just for a little bit. I'll even let you hold me at knifepoint." Iggy knew he was going over the top, but he could tell that Ana wasn't a violent girl. She wouldn't pick up the scalpel a few feet away...would she?
Whoa. Ana thought. If this man was desperate enought to walk around at knifepoint, then I should just let him walk around. Jeez, what's the worst that could happen?
She nodded once and walked over to him and undid his straps. His head moved over to her neck, just to whisper a shaky thanks. She froze, and tried to calm her unsteady breathing. Finally she stood back up and put her hands on her hips.
Iggy stood, and dramatically stretched his arms and back, the pops of his muscles and bones echoing around the room. When he was finished, he sat down again, awaiting for her to tie him up. He had a plan all right, but it couldn't work until she moved closer to him.
She walked back over to him, and leaned over to tie a strap around his chest.
This was Iggy's shot. His hands wrapped around Ana's waist and he pulled her to his lap. Placing his hands on her neck, he gently kissed her neck, making sure to leave a mark. She seriously didn't deserve this, but he had to do what was necessary.
Ana gasped, and wove her hands into Iggy's hair. He grinned against her skin, and moved his hands to that certain pressure point on the back of her neck. Pinching and pressing up against it, he felt her petite body slump on his.
Holding back a yell of victory, Iggy simply placed Ana on the chair and strapped her in. He galnced up at the mind reading monitor, and was surprised she didn't read his train of thought earlier to knock her out. Silly woman. He softly smiled as he strapped her unconsious body to the chair.
Glancing up back at the monitor, he could now see her thoughts. Iggy gapsed and started shaking with held in laughter. She was dreaming of him! A very sensual and dirty dream of him too, might he add.
Iggy shook his head and headed for the exit. Opening the door slowly, he noticed a few guards down the long hallway. That hallway could lead into an even bigger room, he could tell.
There was another door a few feet to his left. He still needed to save Fang right? And shouldn't Max be down here somewhere too? Iggy crept to the door, and stared down the hallway. He couldn't get caught. No way.
Flipping on his thermosvision, he went into the room.
Damn. Dead end. In fact, it was just a bare closet. Nothing was in here at all. Iggy turned back around, to see a figure walk past. He held his breath. It must be a partolling guard!
The guard walked past the door a few more times, and finally just stood next to it. The figure stood there, a still statue for what seemed to be forever.
Iggy sighed. He was in for a long wait, and time seriously wasn't what he had. He kept his thermovison on, and settled down into the closet. Guess he would just have to wait for the damn guy to pass.
After ten minutes, Iggy cursed softly. Why was he still here? And then scoffed. The guard would have to leave eventually. For some reason too. Call of nature, or a lunch break probably. How long could this possibly take?
Maddy sighed again and nestled into Dylan's shoulder. She breathed softly, not wanting to disrupt the quiet peace they had between them. His fingers had absentmindedly drew circles on the small of her back, and she still had to think of a goddamn plan to get in. It'd been a few hours too.
"Still nothing yet?" Dylan asked, trying to quiet the grumblings of his stomach.
Maddy laughed. "Nope. But I do have an idea." She pulled out her backpack, and sat up crissed crossed in the tree they were in. "Sandwich?" She asked, pulling out a turkey and cheese subs for the both of them.
"No, I couldn't possibly." He said playfully, his stomach rumbling again. Maddy heard it and pressed on.
"Dylan, take it or else I'll shove it down down your throat." She pushed the sandwich towards his chest.
He licked his lips and looked down below. Snapping his head up with a gleam in his eyes, he said: "Ha! That's what she said!" Maddy rolled her eyes and unwrapped her own sandwich. Taking a bite, she playfully nudged him in the ribs. He rolled his eyes and took another bite three times as big as Maddy's.
They continued in companionable silence, munching on the food they packed. Sandwiches, grapes, chocolate, and, thanks to Dylan's request, juiceboxes. Strawberry kiwi, and apple, of course. Maddy didn't know why Jeb had juice boxes in his lab in the first place; and she didn't want to know. She learned not to question the questionable.
After lunch, they simply sat and pondered their way in. Maddy had described to Dylan the facts that there was nothing to hide behind when entering the room, and that there was only one entrance that also served as an exit. He pouted, and considered the idea as going in as pizza delivery people. Maddy wouldn't have that at all. Where the heck was his dignity?
"Hey, what's in your bag?" On the way, Maddy's backpack was filled with the food they would need. What was in Dylan's?
"Honestly, I don't know. Haven't checked. I think it's all of the gadgets the old fart gave us." He cracked a smile at her, and turned to grasp his bag. Pulling it into his lap, he sat crissed crossed, and started to unzip the bag.
He reached in and pulled out four pairs of the nightvision goggles, and grinned lopsidedly at Maddy before putting them down on another branch. He reached in again, and his face contorted into confusion. He pulled out what looked to be a dog collar, and Maddy raised her eyebrows in question.
There was a moment of silence. Dylan spoke, not caring that Jeb could hear. "What the hell is this?"
Jeb spoke to both of them. "You dumbass. Listen to me, didn't I tell you that you must always-"
He was cut off. Dylan ripped the earpiece out and threw it down, until a muted thud met his ears as it hit the ground. Maddy followed lead, and soon there was only the silence again between them. They burst out laughing.
"Serves the bastard right." Dyaln said, between chuckles.
"Ah, so much better!" Maddy, barely able to speak, almost lost her balance. Her arms flailed, and she almost fell off.
A warm hand steadied her. He pulled her up, until they were eye to eye. She gasped at the sudden passion that flared in his eyes, and she felt her face heat up at the close proximity between them.
They looked away simultaneously, faces burning. Dylan hid his blush with a smirk, and quickly latched the collar onto Maddy. She twisted around, surprised.
"What are you doing?" She asked, fingering the collar between her fingers. She found a button, and Dylan nodded at her to press it. She did, and her body disappeared. But her clothes remained sitting, floating in midair. He gasped and reached forward, seeing if Maddy was still there. His hand was at her collarbone, and she lightly cringed from his touch.
"That is so badass." He said, not caring that he could be heard. "Damn , the clothes don't disappear. How long you you think it will last?"
"I don't know. Hold on, let me turn this off." She said, and reappeared beside him. He grinned, an unreasonable part of him had thought she would stay invisible forever. She twisted the collar off and noticed a tiny green vial inside. Some liquid was missing.
"Guess that's when this stuff runs out." Dylan said, peering over her shoulder. She jumped, and he chuckled softly.
"What else is there?" She asked questioningly. This will have to be good.
For the next two hours, they found an instresting assortment of gadgets waiting for them. A temporary paralyzing gun, some electircal shocking stickers, and a pretty scary miniscule perfume bottle with a deadly gas that will kill everyone in a 20 ft. circumference. The pair thought these gadgets were pretty badass, and now, they both just had to make a plan to get in.
"Okay, now go behind that tree and strip." Dylan commanded, pointing to a tiny sapling and grinning like a maniac.
"No, you're going to strip. It would be the right thing to do. Be a man."
"No! Over my dead body! What if the green stuff runs out and my BoyFruits are exposed?"
Maddy laughed at his expression of 'boyfruits.' "Listen, Ace, if you had any balls, then you'd do this without any hesitation. If I'm exposed, then it's more personal. Anyway, you strut your 'boyfruits' at home all the time. There's no difference here!"
"But you like seeing me naked!"
"No, I don't, you disgusting perv!"
"Yes. You. Do."
"Nope."
"Fine. We'll handle this like mature adults." He held out a fist on his open hand, eyebrows raised, ghost of a smile at his lips.
"Rock, paper, scissors?" Maddy asked, incredulous. What a-
"You're just scared of losing!" He inquired. His eyebrows waggled up and down, challenging her. She sighed deeply and held out her fist and hand like his.
Paper, Rock. She wins.
"Ah! No fair, you cheater!" Dylan said, wanting a rematch. He almost stomped his foot. Nice work, for an eighteen year old.
Scissors, Paper. She wins.
"Listen, Dylan, you're just too predictable. Now go and strip."
"Nope. How about we compromise." He had been behind her, and he now was right behind her, gripping her waist with his hands, tough and warm. She gasped, and repressed the urge to suddenly grind against him. She bit her lip. He was whispering aginst her neck now, and she held in the groans that threatened to escape. Dylan continued, drawing circles on her stomach with his hands. "-What about we both strip?"
"I-Impossible. That's not going to work."
"Yes it will. We'll both be invisible, so we have nothing to lose."
"Y-yes we do. What if-"
"Don't 'What if' me, young lady."
"Technically I'm older than you by an hour. Good thing I'm not related to you."
"Yes. A very good thing." Dylan whipped her around, and kissed her quickly, a simple brush of the lips. She gasped, and didn't know whether or not to slap him or to beg for more. She settled on neither.
Ripping herself away, she pointed to a huge oak tree to the left. "You strip over there, an I'll take to the right. Don't turn on anything." She held her mouth with her hand as she realized what she just said. Dammit!
"That's wrong, Mad. The only thing I'll be turning on is you." He winked and disappered behind a tree. She sighed and followed suit. She let out a breath, then took in another one when she was finished undressing, and she leaned up against the tough bark of the tree. How was this going to plan out? Why couldn't Jeb makes clothing disappear also?
"You ready?" Dylan called out. How was Maddy supposed to respond to that?
"I-I guess." She replied shakily.
"Well, hurry your cute ass along. I'm already in the elevator, and this thing had no space at all." Maddy sighed again. Was this going to be awkward? She stepped around the tree, glancing around. She was stark naked, except for the collar on her neck. She stuffed her clothes back into her backpack and huffed it over her shoulder. Her hands crept around the bark, until she felt the cool metal. She inched herself closer to the opening of the door and peeked in.
Dylan grinned back at her. One of his eyebrows jumped up, and she stifled a giggle. He was holding a huge leaf-an elephant ear leaf?- against you-know-where. He grinned at her, and threw an even bigger leaf her way.
"Unless you don't want to," He said, the cocky bastard. Maddy gratefully took the leaf from him and covered herself, feeling her face flush. She stepped into the tiny elevator and they were chest to chest. Dropping the backpack on the ground, she presses both hands to the leaf holding her dignity together. She held back a sigh as one of his hands crept around to press the button, brushing along her skin in a not-so-appropriate way.
The small elevator flooded in darkness. Dylan's voice pierced Maddy's ears, seemingly loud in the confined space. "Mad, this seriously isn't how I pictured seeing you naked for the first time. But, I guess it's acceptable." His hand cupped the back of her knee and she squeaked.
"Stop that! We're about to reach the bottom!"
"Bottom of what, may I ask..?"
"Shut your damn trap." Maddy didn't curse very often and Dylan knew it.
"Oooh! Mad said a bad word! What else can you say?"
Silence. "Fine. Maddy, let's get more comfy." His hand covered hers, exactly where she was holding her leaf. He ripped it away, just as the elevator doors opened. She squeaked, and quickly turned her collar on, dropping the leaf.
And disappeared from sight.
Dylan follwed, and the two immidiately shut up. They grabbed their bags, and slid up against the wall in unison. They dragged their bags quietly on the ground, and slowly turned a corner.
Dylan cursed under his breath. "Damn. Mad, you have the gun, right?"
"Yep." She said, and she pulled it out of the backpack. Lifting it slowly, she fought to make her heartbeat slow down. She shot the guard down, and he crumpled against the tile, like a sack of potatoes.
"Nice shot. Find a place to change." Dylan whispered in her ear. She started towards a closet, dragging her bag behind her still. Inside she put on her night goggles, because the closet was pitch black.
She looked around the room. A little too big to be a closet. She looked around, the goggles making her vision green.
A pair of golden yellow eyes met hers and she backed up against the breathing hitched up and she felt a hand settle on her hip.
"W-who are you?" She asked, cringing from his grasp. His yellow eyes squinted at her, maybe in a grin.
Silence in the small space. Finally, he spoke, startling her back into reality. "...My friends call me Iggy. You?"
"Maddy."
He let go of her and flipped on a switch. Mentally, he turned off his thermovision, and glanced back at her.
His jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it. Why the hell was this gorgeous woman buck naked in a secret underground facility. What the hell was the dog collar on her neck? Was she a runaway too?
He couldn't turn his head. His eyes scanned her from head to toe. She pushed his face to the side and whispered in his ear.
"Well, Iggy, I suggest you stop ogling me before I kick your ass."
He rolled his eyes. "Sure, you'd be down on the ground before you could even try."
"Look away before I prove your theory wrong, Mr. Smart-ass."
Iggy obeyed. Even though a small, dirty part of him still wanted to-
"'Kay, I'm done." He turned his head back around. He bit his lip to keep from himself from attacking Maddy. Damn, she was so sexy! The sleek, black outfit she had slipped on in less than a minute was almost like a wet suit. Like the ones surfers use when they go out surfing. The whole thing was like a second skin on her.
"Nice outfit."
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arm over her chest. Too bad, Iggy thought. Why couldn't she be a mutant like me? I always have to get the damn humans. His heart dropped. If only...
"Do you know Maximum Ride?" Maddy asked, now tapping a toe. She had one of her delicate eyebrows raised, as if daring him to lie to her.
"I may, but I may not. Why is she any of your business?"
Maddy flashed a badge and a license at him. It wad gone before he could see it. Good thing he hoped her could remember how to read. "I'm a secret agent searching for Maximum Ride. I was told she was not to be harmed and we must find two of her comrades." Maddy had decided to tell him. If he didn't know, then she was just going to shoot him with the dart gun in her back pocket an move on with her mission.
She was confused about this man. His eyes had been yellow before, but now were a hungry maroon. Maddy's favorite color was maroon, also as with her favorite band, Maroon 5. After this was over, she'd have to go live back in that cave with Dylan and wait for another mission. She will have to forget this Iggy character and move on.
But she didn't think she could.