Title: Best Shot
Author: Lusmeitli
Rating: PG-17
Show: DA
Disclaimer: Not mine. Should you sue me all the same,
you’ve been warned, there’s nothing to get. Nada, rien, nil, nix.
Genre: Angst/Romance
Pairing: Tricky, I know
Summary: Alec risks his life for Max.
A/N: Okay, I guess there’s a little
explaining to do: I couldn’t be bothered to explain certain things, so you just
have to live with them, like me. I had this story in my mind for a long time
and it just wanted to get out at.... *checks watch* ....ops, you don’t want to
know.
I know this has
been done a LOT of times, but that’s MY version. I might also add that I have a
thing for Alec (obviously) and bullets. So, shoot me! ;-)
I have a feeling that BHG might
like my fic – well, at least the first bit. ;-)
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It was two in the morning. It
had stopped raining about an hour ago, but still everything was wet and drippy.
The water in the puddle splashed softly, when a man stepped into it. It was
dark, wet and cold. No one was around, but this lone figure, trudging down the
alley.
Alec clenched his teeth when
the searing pain shot through his side again. He felt nausea building up in his
throat, urging him to throw up, but he willed it down. It was getting harder
and harder to breathe, as with every breath he took, sharp pain stabbed through
him again. His hand gripped for the wall and he leaned his aching body into it.
*Just a minute,* he thought.
He looked down to his right side and slightly took away his hand, but instantly
hissed at the acute pain it caused. *Bad idea.* He pressed his hand back onto
the wound. Alec felt that he was getting weaker by the minute. He had lost a
lot of blood. *I’m not gonna die. I’m not gonna die. I’m not gonna die.* He
repeated this mantra and moaned as he pressed harder onto the wound to stop the
blood. *Alright, make that ‘I’m not gonna die here’.*
With that, he pushed himself off
the wall and continued to drag himself down the street. He was nearly there,
only a couple more minutes and he would be in his apartment. *At home. Safe.* He
felt the warm blood trickle over the hand he pressed onto the wound. His blood. The ground started to spin. Alec chuckled
unwillingly at the thought of him passing out at the sight of his own blood.
Now that would be just pathetic. *I’m no sissy.* Despite what Max would think.
Max….. For a tiny instant he
forgot about the pain and the two bullets housed in his side. He had to get to
the apartment and get his mobile. He had to call Max, she would help him.
Wouldn’t she? After all, she couldn’t risk letting her favourite-ass-to-kick die.
She would be royally pissed, but she would understand once she found out. Of
course, he could have called her from a phone booth, but that was too risky. Right
now he just looked like a slightly drunken chap on his way home.
He felt some more blood trickle
over his hand. Almost instantly, another wave of nausea hit him. *Focus!
Focus!* he commanded himself. *I’ve had bad before.* Another
voice in his head answered: *Yeah, but this is worse.*
Finally, he arrived at his
building. He willed himself to keep on walking. For he knew
that if he stopped now, he would never make it up the stairs. He wiped
the cold sweat from his forehead. He had to get those bullets taken out or
infection would start shortly. Maybe it already had.
His left hand clamped around
the stair-rail as he mastered the first three steps. Oh, he felt so tired, he
just wanted to crash on his couch and sleep forever. But another flash of pain turned
his breathing flat and shallow. *Breathe with the pain!* He had learnt how to
do that at Manticore. Not that there had been a
class. No, he had learned the hard way, in the battle field. He lifted his
right leg and breathed in, put it on the next step, pulled himself up with the
help of the stair-rail up and exhaled. Again and again.
There was no room for
thoughts now, he had to concentrate very hard on ever
single movement. Finally, he reached his floor and turned to walk down the
hallway. Alec felt how his body started shivering and he feared he would go
into shock before he made it to his flat. *Keep going, keep going, keep going, keep going….* His eyes focused on his door and, eventually,
it came closer.
He didn’t notice anymore that
he left a small trail of blood on the floor. His left hand shivered almost
uncontrollably when he tried to unlock the door and he very nearly dropped his
keys. It took all his mental power to take away his right hand from the wound,
place his left on it and then unlock the door with his blood-smeared hand. He
hauled himself in and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn’t hear it
anymore. All he heard was the pounding, the rushing of blood in his ears, loud
as thunder and his vision became blurry. Alec fell onto his knees as he almost
lost consciousness. *No, not yet!* he mentally yelled at himself. *You have to
call Max!*
He crawled the remaining
distance from the door to his couch. Never had it been such a
long way. His blood-stained hand shakily reached for his mobile which
was lying on the coffee table. He had left it there. *Stupid, stupid, STUPID!* But
it had been too risky. Alec moaned in pain when he pulled himself up to lie on
the couch. He lay on his uninjured side and pulled up his legs, maybe that
would ease some of the pain. *Nope.* He cried out, his sound muffled by the
pillow he had turned his head into. With one last effort he pressed the speed
dial button and then he finally let himself black out....
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* *
Max’ pager went off in the
early morning hours. She had been waiting for it to do so, as she had this
strange feeling that something was going to happen. And it certainly wasn’t
going to be good.
She grabbed her pager. *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * *
Max got off her bike. First
she’d been angry. Very much so. But by know she wasn’t
angry anymore. She was filled with sheer angst. She didn’t know where to look
for Alec anymore. She had checked out all the places she thought he could be,
asked people whether they had seen him. But no one had. She had tried to call
him up several times, but the line was still busy. Something must be wrong.
Maybe he lost the phone in a fight. She looked up to his flat, no lights. But
then, they didn’t need light. She hurried up the stairs. What if White had
gotten hold of him and used him to trick her into a trap?
She stopped dead in her tracks
as her eyes wandered to the floor and noticed a trace of dark liquid. Max bent
down and slightly dipped her index finger in the liquid. Blood.
And the trail lead straight to – Alec’s door. Cold
shivers went up and down her spine as she slowly stood up again, approaching
Alec’s door. She raised her hand and knocked softly. She could hear the muffled
sound of a moan through the door.
“Alec?” she asked and grabbed
the knob. It was wet. She looked down at the blood on her fingers in horror.
The door was unlocked. She opened it, stepped inside and closed the door.
“Alec?” she asked again into the darkness.
“Max...”
It was a tortured sound,
barely human. He obviously was on the couch, but she wanted to see what was
really wrong with him, so she turned on the light – and was shocked at his
sight. He laid there, ashen, strands of hair plastered to his forehead, sweat
running down his face, both hands pressed to his side, blood tickling over them.
In an instant she was kneeling next to him, noticing the mobile in one of his
hands, not hung up. A huge wave of fear washed over Max, building a knot in her
throat and stomach.
“O my God, Alec!“ He managed to partly open his eyes upon that.
“Max....“
he whispered and he let his mobile fall to catch her hand with his. It
was so cold, it sent shivers down her spine.
“Shhh,
don’t talk! I’m gonna call for help. Alec, just hang in there, please....“ She
didn’t notice the tears that were running down her face as she pressed her
mobile to her ear with one hand, waiting for the connection, and held onto
Alec’s with the other.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * *
Alec found himself in some
sort of a fog. Maybe this was some sort of dream. He felt cold. He felt light.
*As a feather.* He could hear people talking and he heard people moving around,
he heard the beeping and whirring of machines, but he couldn’t will his eyes to
open or his tongue to speak.
“Defibrillator,
quick!” He heard how things were moved around, how someone shouted “Clear!” and
how something rather heavy hopped and crashed onto a bed again. “Again!” was
shouted. “Clear!” Alec knew those sounds. *Poor chap,* he thought, *is about to
die.*
Suddenly, it was as if
something was pulling him out of where he was, through the fog towards
something.... cold. It was so powerful, never mind how much he struggled, he
slowly, but constantly was pulled towards it. Yet he didn’t know what exactly
‘it’ was. And then, suddenly, he heard a very familiar voice.
“Alec, please, don’t leave me!“
*Max?* Could
that be? “Max, where are you?“ he shouted back through
the fog, but she wouldn’t reply.
“Alec, don’t you die on me,
please. You can’t leave me.... I need you, hell I need you more than the air I
breathe. Alec, just don’t leave me!“
“I will never leave you, Max,“ he called back. “I’m not gonna die!“ But she didn’t seem
to hear him. He whirled around to look for her, but he couldn’t see her. There
was only her voice and that invisible force, pulling him further and further
away from her. It was so cold here. He tried to struggle himself free, but in
vain.
“Max!“
he shouted out.
“Alec, please, don’t go,
don’t leave me. I need you so much.” This either was a fucking good dream or he
was being played an utmost horrible trick on.
“I..... I’m in love with you.“
Suddenly, the pull loosened
up and Alec stumbled back, towards the warmth. His mind was spinning. *Max, in
love with me? Bloody good dream.* His heart ached at her words.
“Alec, please come back...”
Alec now sped towards the
warmth, his heart jumping for joy.
“Max! Maxie!” He called out to
her. The fog seemed to clear up, he was pulled at top speed towards the warmth,
he felt his body again, he felt a hand holding onto his, a head resting next to
his, he felt something wet, but he suddenly felt so
very heavy....
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * *
Alec’s eyes fluttered open
and he groaned in pain. Though it wasn’t that bad anymore.
He felt much better, he felt... His eyes shot open and closed again in an
instant, as the bright lights hurt his eyes. He slowly opened them again. This
wasn’t the ceiling of his room. This wasn’t the ceiling of any place in his
flat. He stirred a little. This wasn’t his bed either.
“Alec!“
Max sat by his side, holding his hand and staring at him as if he had awaken from the dead.
“Max...“ His voice sounded
husky. His throat ached too.
She smiled, tears gleaming in
her eyes, and buried her head on his chest. He could swear that he felt tears
soak through the hospital cloth.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * *
“Do you feel comfortable?“ Max asked.
Alec was lying in his own
bed. Just to lie in his bed made him feel much better. He was so glad to be out
of hospital after three horrible days of enduring nurses that would
consistently burst into his room, waking him up just to ask him why he couldn’t
sleep. Dr. Carr had made sure to destroy Alec’s file and covered for his
identity. Alec hated hospitals. Now, this was heaven. Alec nodded.
“Max, did you bring my
clothes too?“ he asked, still weak.
She nodded. “Yeah, it was
quite hard to convince them that I need them. They’re all soaked with blood.“
“Never mind, I need them.
Don’t throw them away, promise.“ He closed his eyes tiredly.
She raised an eyebrow at his request. *Just why are his clothes so important to
him?* But she promised him anyway.
“Thanks.” He smiled feebly
and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * *
When Alec woke up the next
time, he felt a lot stronger. Joshua was by his side, reading a book. He beamed
at Alec.
“Hey, medium fella! Feeling better?” The concern displayed so
openly in Joshua’s voice touched Alec. All embarrassed by this unfamiliar
emotion, he swallowed the lump in his throat and looked around.
“Max at work,” Joshua
explained. “I take care of you. Alec hungry?”
He nodded and Joshua returned
minutes later with something to eat and drink. Alec sat up and Joshua
rearranged the pillows behind his back. Alec had to suppress the urgent need to
cry at this caring gesture. *So I’m a sissy after all.* Joshua happily placed
the tray in his lap.
“Hot dogs?” Alec was amused.
Joshua looked at him in plain
horror. “Not good? Joshua make something else?” With
that he wanted to take away the tray and head back to the kitchen.
“No,” Alec stopped the dogman
and smiled at him. “Wonderful. I just didn’t know I was in for a ‘private
insurance treatment’ and had expected this horrible hospital food. Thanks.”
Joshua beamed at him. “Joshua
read to Alec one of father’s books?”
He nodded. “Read away.”
Alec felt overwhelmed and he
wasn’t sure how to cope with it. No one had ever taken care of him like that. Made him hot dogs, read from books. Max had arranged that.
She could as well have left him alone in his apartment and, occasionally, check
on him, but she didn’t. Instead she had made sure he had the best nurse one
could ask for.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * *
When Alec woke up the next
morning, he found Max sitting by his side, smiling at him when he opened his
eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Max.”
She held the book in her
hands from which Joshua had read him yesterday. “How are you feeling?“ she asked, concern in her eyes.
“Fabulous,“
he joked. Again, he had to will this lump down. Max concerned about him. She of all the people who usually didn’t give a damn about him.
She smiled. “Liar.“ She put the book away, grabbed the bandages she had
placed in her lap, moved closer and sat down on the bed. “Let me have a look at
this then.”
He sat up and she softly
pulled up his shirt and examined the bandage. Alec grind his teeth as he felt
her soft fingers gently move over his skin. He earned a puzzled look from Max
when she saw the goose bumps. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he managed.
“Good, you’re healing fine. Are
you cold?” She continued as he shuddered again.
“Just ticklish,” he lied and
bit down hard on his lip. Her hands were driving him crazy. But it was the way
she moved them that made him nearly go mad. The Max he
knew would have enjoyed changing his bandages and causing him a little pain.
But her touch was gentle and considerate, she was careful and tried not to
cause him any more pain than he already had. This confused him. It was
irritating. It made him want to feel her hands all over his body. *Snap out of
it!* he scolded himself. *That’s NOT the plan!*
Max studied the silent Alec
before her while changing his bandages.
“Why did you get shot anyway?“ she asked casually.
“I take it the guy with the
gun was quite pissed that I borrowed something from him. Bad tempered, I
suppose. People have a zero tolerance limit nowadays. So he shot.” She finished
the bandages and looked at him.
“Twice?” She raised an
eyebrow.
“What can I say? He had an
UZI.” He shrugged. “You might think those old things are shit, but actually they
go off really smooth. Very delicate trigger, obviously.
In fact we might want to consider acquiring some for TC,” he added pensively.
“Hey, earth to Alec! You’ve
just been shot in whatever deal it was you brought on this time, so don’t you
dare planning on the next one, which might actually get you killed.” Max’
temper was back.
“So will you tell me now why
you got shot or do I have to beat it out of you?” Max glared at him.
Alec gave her his cocky smile.
For a moment he had really been concerned that something was wrong with her. “I
was getting you a present,“ he said calmly.
She raised her eyebrow.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “O, just
because, you know.”
“Just because,
huh?” Her expression made him almost laugh out loud as she was torn between
anger and curiosity. The latter won.
“I’m not going to tell you
how stupid that was. You know damn well it is. So....“ She studied the pattern of her palms and asked
casually: “What did you get me anyway?“
He chuckled. “Just can’t deny
that feline DNA, can you?“
She gave him a stern look.
“Alright then,” he sighed.
“Isn’t this the part where you’re supposed to tell me something like ‘O Alec,
you are the handsomest and smartest man I’ve ever met’? You know, sort of flatter
me into giving it to you?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. He put up his hands
in defence. “Okay, okay. You kept my clothes from that night, right?“ She nodded. “Could you get them for me, please?“
Max got up, disappeared in
his bathroom and came back with a bundle of clothes. It was all soaked with
blood that now had dried. It sent shivers down his spine. It really must have
been close this time. But it was worth it. He wanted her to be happy and he
couldn’t wait to see her face when he handed her his present. He had thought
about that strange fog-dream. Max had told him then that she loved him, but it
was a dream. Far from reality, nevertheless, a wonderful dream he would cling
to for the rest of his life.
He searched the pockets of
his jacked and his jeans and finally found what he was looking for. He handed
it to Max.
“Happy Just Because,” he said.
She looked quizzically at
what he softly laid in the palm of her hands, as if it was the most precious
thing in the world. She looked down and saw... a folded piece of paper. She
looked at him again, not having a clue what this was all about.
“Your gift is… er…a piece of paper. With blood on it?“
she asked.
“Go on, unfold it,“ he encouraged her, his features all expectant. She did as
she was told. On the paper were lots of letters, making no sense to her at all.
She looked up to him again.
“Um… Alec, I don’t know what
to say…“ She turned the paper in her hands and scanned it again. “What is it?”
she finally asked.
Alec rolled his eyes. “Max, it’s
the formula of the cure. I’m sure
Max was speechless. She let
the words sink in. She looked from the paper to Alec, back to the paper and to
him again. He was smiling, but his eyes were sad. He looked so vulnerable and
yet so… proud. It hurt her and a knot built in her throat. Her emotions
overwhelmed her. Her vision blurred as tears watered her eyes. She stared down
at the paper in her hand. The formula of the cure! Finally Logan and she could
be together. Seconds ticked away and Max still struggled for words.
She knew that Alec thought he
had given her the most precious gift in the world. He looked at her so
expectantly, smiling. But that smile was not in his eyes. They merely displayed
resignation and realisation that he would lose her for good. And yet, he
expected her to be thrilled. But Max wasn’t thrilled at all. She looked down onto
her hands. She didn’t see the formula. She didn’t see the shabby, filthy paper,
but the red marks that had soaked and stained it in some places. *Alec’s
blood.*
Alec saw the tears run down
Max’ face and sighed. That was worth it all. Now Max had the chance to be happy
with
“Max?“
he asked hesitantly, feeling quite uneasy. “Don’t you like it?“
“Alec...“
she whispered in a choked voice.
“Max? What’s wrong?“ All of a sudden, he had this strange feeling that he had
made a terrible mistake. It was gut-wrenching, but he didn’t know what exactly
he had done wrong, which was almost worse.
“Nothing’s wrong... O my
gosh, Alec,“ she was at a loss for words. Emotions
were raging in her heart, thoughts were rotating in her
head, making her feel dizzy. She took a couple of deep breaths and looked at him.
“Why did you do this?“ she asked quietly.
“Why? Well... I...think
that’s quite obvious,“ he started, still baffled at
her unexpected reaction. “I mean, I don’t have to remind you that if it wasn’t
for me you and Logan would be together now. So I owed you. Big.”
“Alec, I want to know the real reason,“
Max said softly. Her eyes caught his. “No lies, no jokes, no cheap excuses,
just the plain truth. Please.“ She wanted to know,
needed to know. So far she had assumed that
Alec inquired her eyes. Something
in them told him he wouldn’t get around this one and it seemed to be important
to her.
“Because.....“ This was hard.
He was just about to humiliating himself, he couldn’t believe it. *What the
hell, she might as well know. It’s not as if she cared anyway.* He leaned back
to rest on the headboard, studying his hands intently.
“Because I… take a great
liking in you,“ he admitted.
“A great what?“ His raised hand silenced her.
“I mean, I more than like
you. A lot more.” It was the closest he could manage
to tell her that he loved her. “To the part where it hurts.”
The last bit came out as a
whisper, but Max had heard. And Max understood the message. He heard Max get up
and leave the room. He closed his eyes and sighed. *Great! You totally screwed up
on this one too.* He felt tears sting in his eyes. He lowered his head. The
pain in his heart was too much to bear. He had wanted to make her happy and had,
for some mysterious reason, failed glamorously. He had made a complete fool of
himself. He just should have given her the formula. No confessions. Of course
she would be enraged now, fuming. She would hate him now fore-
His head shot up when Max re-entered
the room. Her face seemed indifferent or maybe sad, but he couldn’t tell
whether she had changed her mind and wanted to kick his ass, verbally, for he
didn’t think she’d do it literally in his current state, or whether she simply wanted
to yell at him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * *
CLICK.
Alec’s eyes sprung to the
source of that sound. Max held a lighter in her hand. The
steady, small flame was reflected in Max’ eyes. He looked at her
questioningly. She was determined and that slightly scared him. She wouldn’t
possibly set his bed on fire, would she?
“Uh, Max, what the hell...”
Then Max brought her other
hand to the flame. She held the formula in it. Alec watched in horror, his
mouth open in disbelief, how the piece of paper writhed above the heat and
finally caught fire. She let it fall to the ground.
Alec leaped out of bed fastest
as he could in his current state, ignoring the pain flaming through his side
again, falling on his knees, desperately trying to pad out the fire, to save
the formula. It was no use. All that was left were some black bits on the
floor. Alec looked up to Max, not quite believing her cruel act. Did she hate
him so much that she didn’t even want to accept the cure from him? He tried to
fight back the pain that washed through his heart.
“Max? What the hell was that?
That was the formula for the cure!” He shouted and got up. Tiredly he moved a
hand through his hair.
“You do realise that this was
the ONLY copy of it?“ It was a calm question. But Max only smiled at him, mysteriously. He seriously thought
Max had gone mad. *No, make that ‘gone Ben’.*
“Max?....
“ he choked out. He had no clue what was going on, but
he wanted to know. Didn’t she know what treasure she had just destroyed? *A
treasure that actually had me eat two bullets,* he
thought as he eyed the ashes on the floor and shook his head. He was still in
shock when Max approached him.
“Frankly, Max, if you don’t
like my present, just say so. I could have taken it
back to the store, I still had the receipt,” he tried to joke. But Max put a
finger on his lips.
“Alec, please, hear me out. I.... I...,“ she
struggled for words. He looked down as she grabbed his hand.
“When I saw you there lying on
that couch, I thought you would die. And you nearly did.” She closed her eyes.
Just the thought of it was so horrible, it made her
tears stream freely.
“I was so scared, Alec. I
thought I’d lose you. For good.” She looked at him
with eyes, pleading him to understand. “And I can’t lose you. Not now that I finally have realised that.... that I take a very
big liking in you too.” She exhaled and lowered her head, not yet daring
to look at him.
“To the point where it hurts.“ She added quietly, but certainly, absently drawing
circles on Alec’s hand she still held in hers.
Alec felt in a haze. This was
what he had been dreaming about for so long and it seemed so real. But he knew
it must be some other weird dream. It had to be. Still, he wished it wasn’t. He
swallowed as Max looked up to meet his eyes.
“And just before, when you
gave me the formula..... Alec, I don’t need
“
She watched him watch her
breathless and in disbelief. She grabbed his other hand and held them both
close to her chest. “You risked your life just to make me happy. That’s the
most stupid, the most thoughtless, the most mindless, the most unselfish thing –
and the most wonderful present I was ever given in my life.“
Then he felt her lips on his.
His head was spinning, his heart was thumping painfully against his chest and
he felt that stinging in his eyes again. *Max.* was the only thought his mind
could formulate. His arms went around her, pulling her closer to him. Savouring their first kiss, trying to imprint her taste in his mind
– just in case it was yet another dream. When they parted, they were
both breathing raggedly. Alec rested his forehead on hers.
“Max,“
he whispered. “Tell me this isn’t a dream.“
“It isn’t.” His relieved
expression made her shudder. Then she laughed softly. “I can kick your ass though
if you want to make sure, would be more effective than pinching.“
He grinned happily. “I think
I’ll miss out on this one. But I can think of something more fun to find that
out.“
He leaned in again. “O, just
one more thing: were you there, at the hospital?”
She nodded and he went on:
“And did you…?”
She smiled, knowing where he
was getting at. “Yes. It me….”
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Her reply was caught off by
his mouth, crushing down on hers hard. His arms pulled her to his body, trying
to get her as close to him as possible. His tongue asked for entrance and she
eagerly let him in. They both moaned at the feel of tasting each other. Their
kiss heated up, grew passionate and they lost control. His hands tugged on her
shirt, pulling it up and over her head. He eagerly attacked the revealed skin
with his sensual lips, imprinting his teeth, tasting her with his tongue.
Alec obliged her impatient
hands and freed himself of his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He shuddered
violently when he felt her hot mouth and eager hands on his chest. He prodded
her onto the bed, following, his body covering hers. He wanted to touch and
kiss her every inch and impatiently ripped her remaining clothes off of her,
leaving her naked. A moan from her lips told him that she felt the same.
His mouth claimed hers again,
craving her kiss. His hands explored her skin, teasing her, caressing her,
causing goose bumps to rise. His lips left her mouth and wandered to her
breast, taking in a hardened nipple. Max buried her hands in his hair, pulling
him closer, her head falling back. He smiled and softly bit down on her nipple,
causing a sharp intake of breath and a moan from Max. His skilled tongue
soothed the bittersweet pain and wandered over to her other breast, to give it
the same treatment. His hand fondled her breast, his hot mouth sucking and
soothing.
Alec felt light headed and
didn’t know how much longer he could restrain himself. Her body writhing under
his, her hands in his hair, wandering slightly down his back, scratching his
sensitive skin when wandering up again drove him mad. The blood was pounding in
his ear as his hand reached for her centre and noticed that she was dripping
wet, ready for him, a groan slipping from his lips.
She moaned as his agile fingers
found her aching, swollen bundle of nerves and bucked in his hand, when he
started to fondle and rub her clit. She was flying.
She opened her eyes to look
at Alec and a shudder went through her body when she saw his primal, raw animal
lust dangerously darkening his eyes. His stare convulsed her soul. Max tugged
on his boxers and he ripped them off in one swift movement. She moaned as she
felt his naked, firm body on hers, his erection pressed against her groin. His
fingers continued fondling her clit and she spread her legs so he could settle
between them. He slipped first one and then another finger into her, pumping in
and out of her, over and over and over again, faster and faster.
Suddenly she buckled
underneath him, threw her head back, her mouth open, a cry escaping from her
lips as she was struck by the white bliss. Alec smothered her cry with a
longing kiss. He removed his hand and moaned, when he felt his tip at her
entrance. With one swift, hard push, he was full inside of her, feeling her
muscles grip him, clamp around him from her orgasm. He nearly lost it then. He
began to pump in and out of her slowly, bringing her back to reality. When she
opened her eyes to look at him, he growled low in his throat. Her eyes
reflected his own desire and passion.
Their eyes locked, her legs
went around his waist, pulling him closer to her as he was moving at a faster
pace. Alec’s hands went to her hips, pulling her down the bed a bit, so that
her bum now was barely touching the bed, allowing him to penetrate into her at
a steeper angle.
“O God, Alec!” she moaned,
her hands wandering up his strong arms, savouring the feel of his biceps. He
was pushing into her faster, harder and her hips met his rhythm, her legs
trying to pull him closer, to draw him deeper. She was flying higher and
higher, whimpering.
“O MY GOD, ALEC!!” she
shouted, suddenly struck by another orgasm. She tossed and turned her head, not
noticing, that she left deep scratches on his back.
The feel of her nails
breaking his skin made him grunt and he sped up his movements. He just saw her
sheer beauty before him, heard his blood pound in his ears, his hear thumped
painfully against his chest. He felt her muscles clamp around him again, trying
to milk him and whilst crying out her name, he shot his hot semen into her
body, causing her to climax again.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
* * * * * * * * *
Minutes passed. Alec still
lay on Max, his head resting in the hollow between her shoulder and her neck.
Her hands caressed his back and she placed small, light kisses on his shoulder.
Alec propped up on his elbows, slipping out of Max. She protested and he
smiled. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair a mess, but her smile was
breathtaking. He bent his head to kiss her passionately.
“I didn’t know it would be
this way,” she sighed contently when they parted. “That was wonderful.”
He rolled off of her and
spooned her against him. He kissed her hair. “Wait until I’m fully recovered.”
She turned to see his cocky
smile. “Oh, you’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you.”
He grinned even wider. “Yes,
and from what I can tell, you were quite pleased with me too.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“God, Maxie?
I’m honoured, really,” he smirked.
“Blowhard,” she retorted, but
she smiled.
“Why, what a wonderful idea,
Max…”