Set: Post Hello, Goodbye.- Sequel to Rude Awakenings

Disclaimer: I am only inspired by the characters of Dark Angel- their ownership belongs to James Cameron and Fox.

Author’s note: Please feel free to give constructive criticism. 

To both Sorrow and Jens Enigma thanks for both betaeing this and putting up with my paranoid schizophrenia. You are both wonderful and patient.

And Scarlet for polishing it. Thank you!!

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Alec knew he was hyperventilating. It wasn’t new to him- a girl standing half-naked in front of him – but this was MAX. She was putting on a show for him and he was entranced. With Max, it was always about power, but at the moment, if this was how she would use it, he would relinquish it gladly. His expressive eyes caressed the soft swell of her breasts as the catsuit slowly parted to reveal them. Her creamy skin was begging to be touched but he knew he would have to wait. This exquisite torture needed to be drawn out a little longer. As the zip reached the bottom, she slid her hands up the inside of the suit to her shoulders and slowly began to peel them back, exposing herself fully to his heated gaze. Perfection.

The rapid acceleration of his heart beat and the small panting breaths brought a knowingly seductive smile to Max’s lips. She licked them, wetting them, and watched his eyes darting between her body and her moistened mouth. His enjoyment was obvious and it gave her the confidence to continue. Only in heat had she ever felt this sexually powerful: it was exhilarating and liberating to be in control of both herself and Alec. Running her hands lingeringly over her bare skin she shed the top half of the catsuit. She had forgone her usual crop top or bra, not really needing one and it would have ruined the effect. Her plan tonight had always been to seduce him.

Bending forward at the waist, she unzipped her six-inch heel boots and stepped out of them. The lithe-like grace of the cat was in her, enhancing every move, making it into an erotic dance. She ran her hands slowly up her legs till they reached her chest. Her hands grasped her breasts, kneading them roughly. Max was on fire; this was turning her on as much as him. She took great delight in the small gasp that escaped him. Tracing her hands back down her skin to her waist, she took hold of the suit still hanging there and went to push downwards then hesitated. Shyness was second nature to her when things mattered, and his approval mattered so much. She knew she was physically perfect, it was how her genes were made, but still, she hesitated. When the sound of his breathing stopped, she looked up. She met his luminous green eyes, the pleading look for her to continue encouraged her. As she continued to move the last of her clothing down her legs and off, she heard him release the breath he had been holding.

As she straightened, the last of his reserve crumbled. Blurring forward, he caught her against him. There was only so much torture a man could bear and this was more powerful than anything psyops had tried. His hands caressed the skin that called for his touch. He looked deep into her liquid brown eyes, still not quite believing this was real, and brought his mouth down onto her wet, luscious lips. The whimper of need that escaped her throat spurred him on. Not breaking the kiss, he swept her up and carried her into the bedroom. Relinquishing her mouth, he gently lay her on the bed and ran his hands down her sumptuous body. Standing at the foot, his hooded eyes devouring her body. He reached for the hem of his top, it was her turn to watch.

Max propped herself upon her elbows to admire. She couldn’t help the way her breath was shortened at the sight of his chest. He was beautiful. Cindy was right when she said Manticore knew what they were doing when they made Alec. The way his wide shoulders set off his perfect physique; he was all man. As he undid his belt and then the buttons on his pants, she held her breath in anticipation. He stopped and her eyes flicked to meet his cheeky grin and mocking eyes. Playing with her, tantalising her. But tormenting her was akin to self-inflicted pain, and he wasn’t that much of a masochist. He continued to remove his clothes.

Alec had seen her delight when he had removed his shirt. It pleased him that she liked how he looked. He loved the way she looked, smelled, tasted and just was. As he bent to remove his pants and boxers in one swift motion, he felt her move. Coming to him, needing to touch him, as he had needed to touch her.

She slithered over the covers to the end of the bed to meet him as he stood up straight again. Her hands contacted the silken skin of his chest. So soft, but underneath she could feel the steel of his muscles. Beautiful but deadly. She was lost in the sheer electricity the sensation of touching Alec produced. Looking lower she felt a delicious frisson of excitement. Alec’s arms wrapped round her as he knelt on to the bed, pushing her back down below him. His body covered hers with its incredible heat. The feel of skin on skin almost overwhelmed Max as their bodies touched from lip to toe.

Alec could feel how aroused Max was beneath him as he rubbed against her. The smell of her was intoxicating; he couldn’t imagine what it would be like if she were in heat. His body was throbbing with need but he wanted to take this slow and savour the bounty Max had to offer. After all they were transgenic and stamina should be no problem. He let his tongue wander down her throat, the taste of his skin heaven. As he reached her breast, she arched her back. He took the offered invitation, savouring her taste and texture. He took the nipple between his teeth and rolled his tongue over it, repeating this as she moaned at the sensation. Something he should’ve known, with the enhanced senses this slightest touch could create incredibly strong sensations. This was going to be such fun. His hand began kneading her other breast in a synchronised pattern. Her hips writhed under him, reminding him of her other needs.

The responsiveness of her body to his touch was drowning Max in sensations she had never experienced. Manticore got it so very right when they assigned him to her. As his hand slipped to the juncture of her thighs she clung to him. His touch was searing her. His fingers explored her, one thrusting in side of her while his thumb found her clit. He rolled it and she moaned deeply.

His mouth slowly moved down over her flat stomach to meet his hands. She was so hot and wet, her smell entrancing. His fingers parted her curls and his tongue explored her taste. She tensed beneath him as he lathed her with his tongue and soothed her with his hands, transforming her tension from anxiety to arousal. He could feel it building inside her and he banked the fire. Heaven could never match seeing her like this, the knowledge that he was making her feel so alive. She was ambrosia and he was intoxicated.

Max was letting out little mewling noises as she felt herself climb higher and higher. He seem to instinctively know what she wanted, what she needed. Her hands were clasped tightly in his hair as he supped on her. As she felt her body tip over the edge she pulled him to her, to hold him against her vibrating body. She wanted all of him now. His body settled with him waiting, swollen at her still pulsating core. Her legs wrapped around him. Opening her body to him.

"Alec now!" her plea was one of the agony of need.

As he entered her hot well, their mutual groans of pleasure were lost in each other’s mouths. They stilled as he completely penetrated her. Pulling back to be able to read the other’s expression, the look of vulnerability that they saw in each other’s eyes brought them closer, touching them beyond the physical realm. When his hips began to slowly move, Max’s eyes closed as a look of ecstasy swept over her face. He pulled out to the very point of leaving her before pushing more roughly back in. The growl of pleasure that came from Max made him repeat the action. She started to move her hips in counter-rhythm and their instincts took over.

His was having trouble controlling himself, as the effect she was having on him was so powerful. He was running a mantra to calm himself. He wanted her to reach the pinnacle with him. To share that moment with her. The urge to plough wildly into her was so strong. Alec could feel her body starting to contract around him, making it even more torturous. He fisted his hand in her hair and ground his mouth over hers, the intensity of the kiss bringing them both to the brink. He plunged into her once more and she was gone. The feeling of her spasm tightly around him pushed him over the edge to follow her.

As they stilled Max brought her hand up to caress his face. She placed sweet kisses on his closed eyelids. Thanking him with her body for what he had just done to her, woken her to a new world of wonder.

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White paced back and forth. He wasn’t a patient man. The anticipation of the kill was making him even more agitated. He needed to get things ready to strike. No more playing games.

A slim woman with long dark hair knocked and entered his office. He had been expecting her. She was going to be his secret weapon in all this. Deceptively innocent and fragile looking, not unlike 452 in fact, she would be his ticket back into the Conclave’s good books.

"Fe ‘nos tol. Good to see you are punctual, I’ll brief you on this assignment." he got down to business. She would need to research to get her cover straight and be effective.

"How much do you know about the transgenic situation?" He had his bait…. now he just needed to know where to fish.

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Max watched his eyes moving under closed lids. His luscious lashes lying feathered across his cheeks. The luxurious feeling of shameless sex was exhilarating. She had slept for once, waking up happy. Watching him slumber so peacefully, knowing she was the reason for that smile still hovering on his lips, was gratifying in itself. She had never been one for the morning after but she was enjoying this special time with him, just being near him. The smell of him, the taste of him was all over her. She was terrified by how far she had fallen so quickly but she refused to run. Talk about ‘rock her world’ he had destroyed her foundations and rebuilt her stronger, happier.

She could feel the rhythm of his breathing start to change. Good, he was waking up. She reached her tongue out and traced it tantalisingly across his lips. The smile that curved his mouth brought her head back down to taste him. She moved back to find herself staring into the swirling hazel orbs of a fully awake and ready transgenic. Alec pulled her back to him. "I am glad to see you’re a morning person too." As the kiss deepened their passion was rekindled.

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