Back to Breeding

By scarlet

 

Max slid her hand down her lover’s body. He was perfect, so beautiful and pure. Kissing his head softly, she ran her fingers through his dark blonde hair, wishing he didn't have to sleep so much. But he DID need his energy, she thought with a smile.

 

There was scuffling in the next room, but she ignored it, kissing the barcode that tempted her lips and drawing her hand down the firmly muscled back that had become so familiar to her.

 

It felt right, she was home, even though she left Seattle, she was doing what she was born to do.

 

Leaving Logan wasn’t a problem, they didn’t see eye to eye on the changes she had made in her life. Jealousy was a killer, she thought, chuckling slightly at her own choice of words. Logan didn’t understand, he couldn’t possibly, not having been there as she grew up and known, personally, what she was bred to carry out.

 

She snuggled closer to the man that did, one of the few that truly could.

 

Whispering his name softly, she watched his long eyelashes flicker.

 

His hazel eyes glowed green as they met hers and he smiled in that beautiful, childlike way he had.

 

“Morning, Maxie,” his lips met hers softly and she sighed into them, succumbing to the magnetic pull of their union. It felt perfect, to fall back into who she was and stop pretending. He didn’t want her to be normal, he didn’t want her to be anything other than who she was…Max, X5-452. And she wanted the same for him.

 

Pulling away from the kiss, he leaned on his elbow and looked down at her, running his fingers through her hair and smiling into her eyes. Relaxed and happy, she smiled back.

 

“I love you,” he whispered, not for the first time.

 

“I love you too,” she replied, pulling his head back down to her, showing him with her body what she’d already said with her lips.

 

They had taken care of each other always, but it was only recently that she had realized how deeply they were connected, how natural it was to just let go of her fears and take hold of her destiny.

 

Worshipping her body as he did her soul, he reached into her to the darkness that brought them together. She loved his gentleness and his passion, the way he knew what do to and took her with him.

 

There was a moan in the next room and the couple stilled their passion, sighing as they were brought back to reality.

 

“Later,” he whispered to her, though Max knew there might not be a later.

 

They slipped from the bed and dressed each other, perhaps for the last time.

 

The X5s stepped into the next room holding hands and found things just as they had left them, with two men chained to wall, sweat running over the barcodes at their necks.

 

Unlocking their prisoners, Max handed them both weapons. “These are for your protection,” she told them, “If you want to live, you’ll use them.”

 

The men stumbled toward the door as the command to “Run” echoed behind them.

 

It was time again. Ben kissed her one last time and smiled.