Title: Brown out
Author: Lusmeitli
Rating: NC-17
Show: DA
Disclaimer: No money, no cry
Genre: Romance
Pairing: o, come on, you know
Type: Standalone
Max entered
Crash, shaking the raindrops from her hair. She had been lucky. As soon as she
had reached Crash, it had started to pour down. The thunderstorm was quite
heavy. Max liked water in the form of long, hot bubble baths, but she detested
it in the form of cold, pounding rain. Particularly, if she
was outside getting soaking wet. That definitely was her feline DNA shining
through.
Max sighed and walked down the
stairs. Crash was unusually full tonight. She made her way through the crowd. Sighing,
she finally sat down next to OC.
“Hey boo,“
she was greeted.
“I HATE rain,“
Max muttered as she shrugged her jacket off her shoulders.
OC raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Uh-huh,
water’s just plain mean.“
“You know what I mean,“ Max grabbed a beer.
“Yeah, I like the bubble version
better too,“ OC smiled.
Max looked around. She had never
seen so many people in here before. Most of the faces were strange to her. They
surely were seeking shelter from the rain.
“Where are Sketchy and Alec?“ she asked OC.
Cindy nodded towards the pool
tables. “Playin’.“
Max’ eyes wandered over the crowd to
Alec and Sketchy. Judging from the latter’s facial expression, he had just lost
yet another game. Her eyes wandered on and stilled on two figures at a far off
table.
* * * * *
Alec had seen her enter Crash. All
his senses had changed from relaxed to tense. He watched her shake her head.
How the water drops flew from her hair. He caught himself wondering how it
would feel to run his hands through her hair. Would it feel silky? Would it be
as soft as it looked?
He shook his head at himself and
tried to concentrate on the game again. Sketchy was doomed to lose yet again. Alec
wanted to give him a chance by doing extra difficult shots whilst easy ones
were jumping his face. But Sketchy didn’t manage. So he now owed him another
$50. It wasn’t exactly his fault that Sketchy lost so much money on him. He had
offered him to just play a game, no money to go for. But Sketchy had insisted. Just like he persistently insisted on trying to beat him time after
time.
“You’ve tried that shot already four
times before and you never managed to get it in,” Alec commented. “Why don’t you
try some different angle or go for another corner?”
Sketchy looked at him and then back
to the pool table. “What do you mean, exactly the same shot?”
Alec nodded. “And you aimed for the
hole over there, instead of this one here,” he pointed with his cue to two
holes on the table.
“Wow,” Sketchy said, reaching for
some chalk. “Do you have a photographic memory or somethin’?”
Alec smiled as Sketchy did the same
shot again and as he had prognosed, losing yet another game. “Everyone has a
photographic memory.” He put away the cues.
“So, I have one too?” Sketchy asked
enthusiastically.
“Yeah, man, you got one too.” Alec
patted him on the shoulder. “Maybe you just don’t have film. “
They were making their way back to
the table, when Alec watched Max scan the crowd. Her gaze froze. He followed
her eyes and sighed. Cale. Of course. So she still wasn’t
over him yet. He clenched his jaw. It was about time she forgot about
Max had come to him that night. She
stood there on his doorstep, looking all desperate and lost. She had told him
everything. How
Alec sighed as he remembered, how
shattered Max was. She had cried in his arms and finally fell asleep on his
couch, resting her head on his shoulder. He had listened to her many a night.
He had dried her tears and sat there with her in silence, he had listened to
her angry outbursts, he had even taken some punches for something he didn’t
even do. But it had made Max feel better. He had listened to her analysing her
relationship up to the tiniest detail. And he sincerely wished, she would have spared him some. But all this time, he had
just been there for her and listened to her. He let her pour her heart out to him.
He knew it didn’t matter what he said, whether he said something at all. She
just needed someone to be there for her. Most probably someone neutral.
But he wasn’t neutral anymore. He
probably never had been. Not when it came to Max. He had never harboured any
brotherly feelings for her. He had always seen her as the beautiful woman she
was. And it had hurt him to see her hurt like that. All those nights, when she
had cried on his couch, when he pulled her into his arms and felt her shaking,
sobbing body close to his, he had wished he could take her pain away. But he
knew all too well that she had to do this on her own. He couldn’t do it for
her, he couldn’t tell her how to get there, but he could be there for her.
And that was what he had done. He
felt so much closer to her. Closer than ever. Sometimes, late at night, he even
thought that maybe he had a chance with her. But as soon as the night faded
with the daylight, it all looked so different. And he wished the night back.
Sometimes it made him shake his head at himself. He had been taught to be a
rational, realistic, well-judging soldier. And now? Now he was nothing more
than a man who was looking forward to the night, when he would dream of her,
either with open or closed eyes. He wanted to feel her in his arms, feel her
skin on his, her lips on his.
Alec felt a pang of jealousy punch
his stomach. He knew it was not easy for her, particularly not if she saw the
one she couldn’t have each and every day. He knew that all too well. He lived
it day by day. Because she was the one he couldn’t have. He swallowed and
pushed his feelings aside.
“Max! Glad you made it,“ he said and sat down next to her, causing her to turn to
him and take her eyes off of
* * * * * *
She smiled weakly at him, knowing he
understood what had just been going on, what still was going on on her mind. He
had come to know her better than OC. Of course her friend knew all about
“I’ll go get another pitcher,“ she said and got up. Alec watched her make her way
through the crowd, when he saw that she had left her money on the table. He
grabbed it and went after her.
* * * * * *
Max was halfway through the crowd,
when suddenly the lights went out. In any other city, people probably would
have started to shout irritatedly. But this was
”Brown out!“
someone shouted.
“Gee, brighty has his night out,“ Max muttered.
Suddenly, she felt two strong arms
go around her, pushing her back against a post, making it impossible for her to
move.
“What the...“ But she couldn’t
finish.
She was caught off by soft lips firmly
pressing onto hers. She gasped, opening her mouth, surprised, and the attacker
pressed her closer to his body, taking the chance to intrude and explore her
mouth with his tongue.
Max was paralysed. The kiss was
hungry, passionate, almost desperate and yet tender. She was electrified by
those lips. The blood pounded in her ears, her heart thumped painfully against
her chest. The tongue in her mouth made her moan. It had been so long. She felt
the fire of desire being lit, the flames eating away quickly all that was left
of her sense and leaving her burning, wanting more. Desperately. Now.
The intruder seemed to be a little
surprised at her moan, for he stilled a moment. But then he moved one of his
hands to her neck, pulling her even closer, allowing him to kiss her deeper.
She shivered in his arms as yet another spark of electricity shot through her
body. There was this longing pull in her stomach and now she felt it in her
heart too. Oh, those gorgeous lips! She couldn’t get enough. This felt so good,
so right. Max was glad that his strong arms were encircling her, still pressing
her to the post for support. Her knees were all wobbly and her heart raced. She
was on fire and she wanted more.
She felt dizzy, as his taste was
driving her crazy, as his hands on her body were driving her insane, making her
stomach churn, setting free all those butterflies she had thought long since
dead. His body was so warm and her hands finally dropped the pitcher and wanted
to start to roam over his body too.
But her hands never had the chance.
As suddenly as those lips had been on hers, they left her, as did the warm
arms. Max stumbled back and hit the post. She felt strangely cold and hollow.
And just seconds after the kiss had been finished, the lights went on again.
Max stood there, in a crowd of
cheering, laughing people, blinking at the light and completely thunderstruck.
What had just happened? Who had that been? Her lips and body were burning, her
mind racing, her breathing ragged. She felt all sorts of things. She was
outraged, because that freak had dared to kiss her. She was confused, because
her instincts hadn’t told her to kick him in his balls, but to bring those
gorgeous lips closer to her. She was baffled, because that kiss had sent
shivers down her spine, right down to her womb, making her ache for more. She
was perplexed, because this had felt so right, so good. Like the most natural
thing in the world. Almost – familiar. She was puzzled, because of that sudden
attack. She was even more puzzled by its sudden stop. And the fact that there
was no sight of a possible attacker.
She looked around. There were only
women standing right next to her. And it couldn’t have been a woman, for she
had felt the proof of his masculinity pressed against her groin. The sheer
thought of it sent shivers down her spine. Max felt as if this kiss had changed
her world completely, but everybody else had stayed the same. Nobody knew of
that wonderful kiss, of those incredible feelings that had touched her soul
right through her heart.
* * * * * *
“Max,“ Alec
caught up with her and waved with her money. “You forgot this.“
He looked at the shattered pitcher on the floor and grabbed some green from his
pocket and shoved it into her hand. “For another pitcher.“
Then he hesitated. “Maxie, are you
all right?“
She looked as if she were miles
away. Her fingers resting on her lips, she was deep in thought.
“Max?“ Alec
softly put his hand on her shoulder.
She looked up quickly. “Huh?“ She felt the money in her hand. “Yeah, thanks.” She
hesitated. “Someone knocked the pitcher off of my hands,“
she lied.
“Do you need a hand?“ he offered. She shook her head no.
“All right.” He smiled and
headed back to their table.
* * * * * *
Max was moving through a haze. After
she had returned to the table, without a pitcher, she had motioned to OC to
leave. Her friend had wanted to say something, but when she caught the look in
her eyes, she said her goodbyes to Sketchy and Alec. The two men had just
exchanged glances. She thought she had heard Sketchy murmur something that
sounded very much like “I bet it’s that woman thing, it always is”. She ignored
it and left with Cindy. However, she felt Alec’s eyes burning at her back when
she walked up the stairs. They walked home in silence.
When OC closed the door of their
apartment, she turned to Max and said: “What bugs you, boo?
Max sat down on the couch, lost in
thought, embracing a pillow and motioning her friend to sit down next to her.
Her eyes looked up, searching Cindy’s face.
“The strangest thing just happened,”
she blurted out.
“Shoot,” Cindy said softly.
Max’ fingers played with a loose
thread of the pillow. “I went to get another pitcher of beer, just before the
Brown out?“
„Yeah. And afterwards you came back
without the beer, but you wanted to leave instantly.“
Max nodded. OC stilled Max’ nervous fingers with her hand. “What happened?”
Max slightly shook her head and
looked her friend right in the eyes. “Well, as the lights went out, someone
grabbed me and kissed me.“
“Run that by me again, boo.“
“Someone grabbed me and kissed me,”
Max repeated, slower this time.
OC raised an eyebrow. “Huh?“
Max continued to pull on the thread
of the pillow. “I know, this sounds weird. And it is getting even weirder.” Her
fingers rested. ”It was a man.“
Cindy just blinked, not sure what
was so weird about it being a man. Max misunderstood her silence.
“Well, you know, I sort of felt the
proof of it...“
“Proof?...
Oh... ah... gotcha.” OC smiled. “So, that kiss was good?“
Max’ eyes shot up to hers. “I mean, you’re not quite yourself. If it were a bad
kiss, you’d be all over it and tell me about it. But you’re confused. So, it
was a good kiss.”
“Yeah,” Max said. “That’s the
problem.“
OC smiled. “I don’t see a problem.
You got a good kiss from someone you didn’t see. What’s so bad about it? He had
bad breath?”
“I don’t know how to explain…” Max
was attacking the thread again for a while. Cindy waited for her to continue.
And, finally, Max did. She dropped the pillow and sighed.
“Well, there are different kinds of
kisses. So there’s this friendly kiss you give your very close friends. On the
cheeks, no mouth.” OC nodded and Max continued.
“Right. Then we have all those lover
kisses. Number one: the soppy kiss. Too much saliva, no good kisser, no tongue
skills, likes to wet your lips and you feel like a towel that’s absorbing
water.” OC nodded and they both shuddered at the thought of it.
“Number two,” Max held up a second
finger, “is the jabbing-lance kiss. The right level of saliva, lips on lips,
but, again, terrible kisser. Sticks his tongue in your throat violently, as if
he wants to stab you with it, like a knight in a tournament who wants to knock
his opponent off with his lance. It is like a war. See how much of his tongue
he can get into your mouth. So not tender, so not erotic, so not sensual.”
Again, OC nodded.
Max held up another finger. “Number
three: the fish-mouth kiss. No passion to be felt there at all, for he just
sits there, mouth open, letting you do all the work. No kiss.” OC agreed.
Another finger was held up. “Number
four: the ‘I wanna see you’-kiss. He keeps his eyes open whilst kissing,
therefore, is not concentrated on kiss, probably scans the room for some other
chicks.” OC rolled her eyes. “If you keep your eyes open too, you’ll either end
up cross-eyed or you will feel sick within seconds.”
“Number five: the
tooth-brush-o-phobic kiss. Now this kisser has never really been close to a
tooth brush, very bad breath, bad taste on his tongue..”
“Eeeewwwk, stop it!” Cindy begged
and wrinkled her nose.
“Well, number five very bad kiss,
for no matter how skilled he might be, you will never live to the day where his
breath is fresh.” OC waved with her hand, urging her friend to move on.
“So kiss number six: the nice kiss.
You feel nice, you could go on with it, but you wouldn’t mind stopping either.
No particular feelings.”
“Number seven: the lovers’ kiss.
Very erotic, turning you on, makes you want to go for more. Just the right
level of saliva, fresh breath, clean teeth, sensual lips, wonderful.” OC sighed
when she remembered her last lovers’ kiss.
“Number eight and the last one of
all possible kisses: the best kiss ever. The master of all kissers, no one is
as skilled as he. Makes your knees go wobbly, turns your world up side down,
you hear your blood pounding in your ears, your heart thumping against your
chest. You feel like you don’t just kiss that person, but become one. It is
earth shattering, mind blowing. Touches your body, heart and soul. You want
nothing more than feel those lips on yours forever and bring them as close to
yours as possible. Your tongues don’t fight, they dance, they tease, they
soothe, they arouse you. Just that one kiss sets you on fire and there’s no way
to stop that.”
OC sighed dreamily. “Uh yeah, and
you don’t want to stop it either.” Max nodded. “So what kiss was it?”
Max took a deep breath. “Number
eight.”
OC’s eyes grew big, her mouth popped
open. “Wow! Boo…I… I envy you.” She smiled when Max
blushed. “So, you have no idea, who it was? You didn’t see him, I mean, with
that cat in your cocktail, I’d have thought you’d seen him.”
“No,” Max sighed in frustration.
“Even cats need a tiny bit of light. But it was pitch-dark in Crash. I had no
chance to see anything. And he didn’t say anything or even do so much as moan. I didn’t have the chance to get my hands on
him, because he broke the kiss before that.” She sighed again. “What am I
supposed to do now?”
OC sighed. “Well, boo, you can just
go on with your life and keep that memory. Or,” she added quickly when she saw
Max pouting her lips, “you could try to find that anonymous kisser.”
Max’ eyes shot to her. “But how?
There were so many people in there, I have never seen before.” She thought for
a moment. “Maybe I know someone who can help.”
* * * * * *
“So what you’re saying, Max, is that
some random guy kissed you and you want to find him?” Alec didn’t try to hide
his amusement. He shot his locker.
Max pouted her lips and crossed her
arms in front of her. “Will you help me or not?”
Alec crossed his arms too. “I will
help you, Max, but tell me one thing: what are you gonna do, when you found
that kisser?”
Max rolled her eyes. “I don’t know
yet. I just gotta find him. It felt as if he’s my…my…”
“Soul mate?” Alec offered and to his
surprise, she nodded. “So if that guy’s butt-ugly and has no job and no good
character and is a psycho that would make no never mind to you?”
Her eyes were pleading. “I don’t
know yet, Alec. But I have to find him. Help me.”
He sighed. “All right.” He slipped
into his jacked. “Must have been one hell of a kiss then,” he chuckled.
Max just blushed and started to walk
towards the door. Alec stared at her back in disbelief. “I take that as a yes
then,” he muttered.
“Max, I want details, quick,” Alec
shouted and hurried after her.
* * * * * *
“So we know for sure it wasn’t
“What?” her head shot up.
“Well, if it were him, he would be
dead by know, you know virus, and he’s obviously not dead,” Alec said and
motioned to the bar, where Logan stood, ordering some drinks.
“Right,” Max said and she waited for
the disappointment to consume her. It never did. Which surprised her. She felt
Alec’s arm go around her shoulder and pull her in for a hug. She closed her
eyes and breathed in his scent. It was so familiar. Then she turned back to the
row of men Alec had gathered.
“All right, Max, go kiss the frog.”
It had been Alec’s idea, of course.
She felt stupid standing here, kissing all those men. She even saw some of them
line up several times. But Alec had sorted that out. She knew this was the only
way to find out who the anonymous kisser was, for this was all he had revealed
to her: his lips.
“Why you doing this?” asked the next
chap.
Max glanced to Alec and opened her
mouth. But before she could say anything, he smiled his charmer smile and said:
“Well, this fine young lady here… um… lost a bet.”
“On what?” The man asked.
“Well, um… on whether she could beat
me in a fight.”
The man gave Max a look and then
Alec. He snickered and Alec snorted and hit him playfully on the shoulder.
“Yeah, I know, that’s what I told
her too. But you know how women can be, so persistent.” He rolled his eyes to
the chap. “You know, I don’t fight with women, I merely blocked her punches.”
“’f course you won, buddy, she’s a
chick. Glad she lost though,” he said, kissed a steaming Max and walked off.
Alec chuckled and looked back to
Max. “What?”
“You beat me in a fight?” she asked,
her eyes dangerously narrowed.
“Hey, I was saying the first thing
that popped to my head,” he defended himself.
“We’re not finished talking about
that. Because I could kick your ass to the moon any time,” she fumed and
turned to the next guy.
“Sure,” Alec smirked.
* * * * * *
“Any luck yet?” Alec asked as Max
sighed.
“No, and to be honest, I’m starting
to think this was a stupid idea.” She let herself fall onto a chair. “We’ve
been doing this for two days now.”
Alec fell onto the opposite one. “It
wasn’t stupid. It’s just… maybe you’re looking too far. Maybe it really was
someone you know.”
Max raised her eyebrow and suddenly
jumped to her feet. “Of course!” She hurried off.
* * * * * *
Later that night, Alec was woken up
by a pounding on his door.
“All right, all right, I’m coming
already,” he mumbled and opened the door.
Max rushed past him into his flat.
“We need to talk.”
“Max, why don’t you come in,” he
said and closed the door, turning to her. “What is it?”
Max restlessly paced the room. “You
know, I’ve kissed all the men at work, including
Alec shuddered in sympathy.
“So I went to TC and kissed some of
the transgenics.”
“Oh please tell me you haven’t
kissed Mole,” Alec said dryly.
Max ignored his remark. “And then, I
suddenly realised something.” She turned to him. “I haven’t kissed you.”
Alec raised an eyebrow. “So what?”
Max approached him slowly with a
glare he couldn’t quite read. “So, I’m gonna kiss you now.”
She smiled devilishly as she saw him
gulp. “But Max, we’re brother and sister,” he tried. She still was getting
closer and closer.
“If
we’re brother and sister, it’s no big deal then. It stays in the family. It’s
just a kiss, Alec.” His back hit the wall. Her hand reached out and circled his
neck.
“What are you afraid of?” she
whispered.
Alec gulped yet again as he saw her
lick her lips. And then she pulled his head down to hers, to meet her lips.
* * * * * *
Max had suddenly remembered why it
had felt so familiar. Not the kiss, but the embrace. It had struck her like
lightning. It was Alec. Now that she recalled the kiss, the embrace, the scent
of that man, it was so clear that it had been Alec. It had to be. She didn’t
know why it suddenly was so important to her that the anonymous kisser was
Alec. She needed to find out. And there was only one way to do so.
As soon as she felt his lips on her,
she knew. His lips were soft, pressing firmly onto hers. When her tongue darted
out to ask him for entrance, he moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around
her and she sighed as she recognised his taste. The taste of her mate.
Her skin felt electrified, her body
started to shiver. She wanted to get closer to him. Her hand was buried in his
hair, her other hand joining it, stroking his barcode. She felt his erection
pressed against her groin and moaned softly.
Alec was in heaven. He was
light-headed and he wanted her body as close to his as possible. He wanted to
bury himself deep inside of her as her hip brushed the throbbing front of his
jeans.
He suddenly grabbed her hands and
pushed her away from him. They were both breathing raggedly. The unspoken
question in her dark eyes burned into his.
“Max...,” he breathed, his voice
husky with desire. “Tell me to stop.”
She looked right into his eyes. “I
was right. You’re my soul-mate. My… mate.” She watched as Alec gulped at her
words, obviously fighting for countenance, but his eyes were burning and she
could feel the heat of his body when she reached out and circled her arm around
his neck again. She could feel his accelerated heartbeat when she pressed her
chest onto his, making him inhale sharply.
Their eyes locked for a moment.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
His lips were on hers immediately,
his arms pulling her body to his, his mouth plundering hers. He whirled them
around so that Max’s back was now against the wall. His hot lips wandered from
her mouth to her jaw-bone, to her earlobe, licking and softly blowing over the
damp skin, making her shudder violently in his arms. His mouth wandered on,
down the sensitive skin of her throat, coming to a halt at the rim of her
shirt. His hands quickly freed her from the clothing and eagerly explored the
feel of her skin everywhere his mouth was not attacking her. His arms slipped
around her to unhook her bra. Before the sensitive, hardened nipple could feel
the loss of the protective fabric, his mouth closed over it, his hand teasing
and soothing its twin.
Max’ head fell back and banged to
the wall. She had her eyes closed at the sweet sensations that his mouth sent
through her body. Her hands were in his hair, pulling his head to her, telling
him not to leave. His hot lips travelled over her breastbone to her other
breast, treating it the same way, leaving Max whimpering, letting her head bang
to the wall yet again.
His mouth wandered lower, over the
silky skin of her belly, his tongue dipping into her navel. He unbuttoned her
jeans and pulled her down her legs, his lips following the skin that now was
revealed.
Max’ head banged to the wall once
again, her eyes rolled back in her head as she stepped out of the jeans and
felt his mouth moving upwards to her panty. He could smell her arousal and it
blinded his mind. Alec stilled and she looked down quickly, to meet his dark
eyes, flashing dangerously. With one swift movement, he ripped the fine fabric
apart. Max shuddered, her hands found their way in his hair again, as Alec’s
tongue darted out to her wet core. He sucked and soothed the sensitive bundle
of nerves, driving Max crazy.
She moaned as his lips left and
moved back up, to meet hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. Her hands tugged on
his shirt, flipping it over his head and then went to his boxers, tugging on
them too. Alec’s arms went around Max, lifting her up. Her legs circled his
waist, her hands roamed over his muscular chest, caressing, teasing and
exploring him.
He pushed his boxers down and made
her look at him, stilling his throbbing erection at her wet centre. Then, with
one swift motion, he buried himself inside of her. They both gasped at the
feeling. Alec started to move in and out of her at a maddening pace. She was
too consumed in this moment to think, she was burning with the desire to come
to completion with him, now that she finally admitted to herself that he was
what her body, soul and heart were aching for.
“Alec,” she whimpered.
He felt her hands on his back. She was
clinging to him, holding onto him for dear life. And the feel of her nails
breaking his skin was satisfying, it filled him with content and pride. He was
hers and she was his. They were designed for each other. Not just by Manticore,
but by fate too. He pumped in and out of her faster, his one hand moving down
to where their bodies were connected, rubbing her clit with his thumb, whilst
his lips attacked her ear again.
Max whimpered into Alec’s shoulder.
She couldn’t do anything. He had her pinned against the wall and the sensations
and emotions were just too much for her to know what she was doing. She
desperately wanted to feel him explode inside of her, she wanted to explode
herself.
She heard Alec’s ragged breathing,
felt his fast heartbeat against her chest, felt him drive against her body hard
and fast, felt his thumb rubbing her clit and heard him whisper tender words
into her ear. It was too much. She fell off the cliff.
“ALEC!”
The whole world was spinning around
her at a crazy speed, she was overwhelmed, lost in the moment and washed away
by the waves of her orgasm.
Alec pumped faster into her, his
hips almost a blur. He was nearly there. Then she turned her head and whispered
into his ear. “Alec!” It sent shivers down his spine and set him off. He thrust
into her once more, before he released himself into her hot depths, sending her
off again too and leaving him shuddering violently when the feel of her
clamping muscles prolonged his climax too.
* * * * * *
Exhausted, they were breathing raggedly.
Alec now sat on the floor, Max in his lap. Their sweatful bodies were nestled
to one another. Alec made Max look at him. He thought he had never seen
anything more beautiful than her. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Now he knew what her hair felt like. He knew what she tasted like, what her
skin felt like. And he was addicted to her already. He brought her head down to
his and met her lips. He craved her kiss so much. And she seemed to feel the
same, for she returned it passionately and she pressed her body to his
hungrily.
Suddenly she pulled away. “Why did
you play this game?” she asked softly.
“What game?” His voice still sounded
husky.
“The kiss and hide game.”
He chuckled softly but then turned
serious. “I never thought we’d be more than friends.”
She looked into his eyes. They were
warm and yet, there was some fear displayed.
“Yes, we’re friends, Alec.” She felt
how he stiffened immediately, disappointment showing in his eyes.
“But we’re soul mates too,” she said
tenderly. He relaxed instantly, the fire in his eyes burning again.
“And lovers. Incredible lovers,” she
added seductively. He smiled happily. This felt so natural, so right. She
nuzzled closer to his chest.
“You might want to fresh up my
memory on the last part though,” Alec smirked. “Incredible?”
Max playfully hit him in the
shoulder, but he caught her hand in mid-air, pulling her to him for another
passionate kiss.