Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

TITLE: Cat On A Hot Tin Roof

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Dark Angel

SHIP: Max / Alec

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Smut,

SPOILERS: Season Two

UNIVERSE: WARNING: HERE BE SPOILERS – SEASON 2. Max gets overwhelmed by her heat cycle when she just can’t resist another X5 and he can’t resist her.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dark Angel. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to the creators, writers and producers of the show. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my 1st Dark Angel fic, so…I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Max sipped at her beer, enjoying the feel of the cool liquid sliding down her throat. She cradled the beer mug in her hand also enjoying the coolness of the glass against her skin. She kept her eye focused on the foam at the top of the glass just letting the noise and crowd of the bar swirl around her. She needed to take the edge off to get some sleep. It was almost over, but she could feel it pulsing inside her. Her skin was hot and prickly making her clothes feel uncomfortable. Her nipples were stiff and chafed against her bra while her panties clung damply and irritatingly against the swollen folds of her sex. She squirmed on her seat as the itch in at her centre made her channel flex and twist against itself on a fresh coating of wet, slippery cream.

She’d tried staying home, but she had nearly ended up crawling up the walls. Her instinct was to prowl and the four walls of her room were just too stifling. Damn Manticore, damn feline DNA. Thanks to them both she was currently in heat. She had nothing against sex. Sex was good when she wanted it on her own terms, but right now she had need for it like a junkie needing a fix. She hated feeling like this, so close to the edge of loosing herself to a biological imperative coded into the very fiber of her being. Her conflict was even worse than usual with everything that had happened with Logan made it more than just defiance to what Manticore might made her do. She had hoped Original Cindy would be at Crash for some moral support, but Sketchy said she’d already left with some girl. She knew it was getting bad when she started to see a sexy side to Sketchy. She focused harder on the beer.

She knew where every guy in the bar was behind her without looking, having sized them all up when she’d entered. Their scents filled her nostrils, spicy, masculine and arousing and she breathed as shallowly as she could through her mouth, squirming again. “Where is that damn barman with that bottle of Wild Turkey?” she wondered. Her plan was simple get enough booze, go home and get pass out plastered drunk so that she could sleep through this last and worst part of her cycle. It was as good a strategy as any other she had employed in the past. She moaned softly when the guy standing next to her brushed against her thigh and she automatically turned, inhaling his spicy masculine scent as she faced him. Max groaned inwardly as the guy made eye contact and smiled with interest. She felt her lips curve into an answering, inviting smile. She jumped when the bartender slammed the bottle down in front of her and she was grateful for the sudden interruption. She passed over the better part of her meager paycheck, gulped down the last of her beer, and completely ignoring the suddenly confused look from the guy almost bolted off her seat and headed for the exit.

“Get to my bike. Get home. Get drunk. Go to sleep.” She repeated over and over again in her head as she made her way through the bar. She could feel eyes on her, appreciative male eyes. Usually that wasn’t a problem; sometimes she even enjoyed the attention. She wasn’t unaware of how she looked, her lustrous wealth of dark brown hair that framed her oval, angel’s face sculpted from olive porcelain, her large, chocolate eyes and full lips or her perfectly engineered, lithe feminine form with high full, breasts and a narrow waist that flared into rounded hips to complete her hourglass figure. Nor, was she ignorant of how to use those feminine wiles, but tonight it annoyed her because that appreciation was now shared and her control was so very tenuous. She knew what was on their minds because it was very much on hers too. She kept her eyes down and flexed her hand around the neck of the bottle she carried as she worked her way through the throng, trying to make as little contact as she could.

The air felt wonderfully cool on her face as she walked out of the bar into the overcast night. “Get to my bike. Get home. Get drunk. Go to sleep.” She repeated her plan softly out loud as she made her way across the street to where she’d parked her bike. She knelt and stowed the bottle in the saddlebags attacked to her motorcycle and as she rose, the wind shifted and her nostrils flared. The scent that filled her nose and her head was like nothing she had ever smelled before. She actually felt her mouth start to water and although she didn’t tense, her body grew suddenly tight in all the right ways. She rose, her head swiveling, her nose lifted as she tried to track the source of the scent.

“Oh just great.” she groaned in irritation as Alec stepped out of the shadows on the other side of her bike. She did tense when she saw him. His posture and look were somehow different from his normal easygoing manner. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it was somehow predatory and it raised her guard. She found herself suddenly torn between the attraction to his delicious scent and the animal instinct to run. She saw his nostrils flare and his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed. “Hi, Max.” he greeted her innocuously enough, although his voice was deep and a velvet caress on her ears. She took a small step back before she could stop herself. “Stay back.” She warned, unsure what danger he actually posed, but feeling that he did, even with the bike between them.

He radiated tension and she could see his fist clench and unclench at his sides as he licked his lips. Her eyes followed his tongue and she found herself mirroring its action. The wind shifted again and that wonderfully enticing scent wafted off him into her again. “What the hell?” She growled under her breath as she took a step closer to the bike again, following her nose. “What do you want, Alec?” she enquired, forcing her voice to be hard and folding her arms under her breasts as she tried to cover her confusion. Her forearms brushed the lower curves of her breasts and a burst of sensation tingled her skin as her nipples shifted against her brassier.

“You should go.” He suggested from between clenched teeth in response, his chest heaving, tightening the front of his plain, white t-shirt. His suggestion had an edge of warning to it and instead of making her want to heed it, she felt like it was a challenge. She bunched her muscles to spring and felt her lips pull back to bare her teeth with a feline growl rippling from her throat. It was that sound that brought her to her senses and made her realize what was happening. She had never been near another X5 while in heat. She had escaped Manticore before it had started. Max shook as she fought her body’s desire. She thought she wanted to attack him, strike pre-emptively, but that wasn’t it. Arousal and attraction swept through her in hot, itchy waves. She wanted to fight, but that wasn’t all. “Get back!” she demanded as his scent tantalized her again, making her centre tighten and her eyes narrow.

“I… I can’t.” he ground out. “I’ve been tracing you around town all day, always just a few steps behind until now.” He informed her, his voice tight with strain, his breathing ragged as he leaned toward her. “Alec!” she warned, willing her feet to back away, to turn and run as he had suggested, but they refused even as he drew closer. She tensed and sprang instead, launching herself over the bike. She expected him to side step or dodge, but he simply absorbed the impact, moving back with her so that she landed on top of him, straddling him in the shadows of the alley he had stepped out of. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she could the hard tube of his erection press, throbbing hotly, against her hip through the leather of her pants and the denim of his. She grabbed his collar and cocked back her fist to punch him in the face, but instead she found herself rolling her hips against the hard bulge under her as his scent surrounded her, enveloped and clung to her.

She rose up; her fingers splayed wide over his chest, pressing him back down as she continued to grind down on the ridge of his stiff manhood. His hard chest pressed up against her hands as he breathed hard, his hands wrapping around her waist whether to hold her there or throw her off she couldn’t tell. Her head spun as her body reacted to his closeness and touch as electric charges skipped along her nerves and made her sex twitch. She groaned as his hands flexed to massage her through the thin material of her top and his hips undulated to press up against her grinding crotch. She tried to breath through her mouth, to control herself, to push away from him and run, but then his hands were running up her back and pulling her down toward him.

Max flexed her fingers, digging her nails into his chest as she resisted him, but slowly, by degrees her arms bent bringing her closer to him inch by slow inch. Heat rippled off him and into her, multiplying the fire that swept across her skin, making her want to get out of her clothes. She closed her eyes and resisted harder, fighting her need as best she could and finally halting her forward movement. His hands kneaded her shoulders and then one of them wound into her hair to caress the nape of her neck. It felt really, really good and her mind extrapolated what his touch would feel like elsewhere on her body. She moaned as her resolve weakened and her arms bent more until she could feel his breath, hot against her face.

She opened her eyes to find herself staring into his, finding her dark ones reflected in his dilated lighter ones. “Alex, let me go.” She whispered with a breathy, desperate plea. She felt his fingers flex and then his hips dropped away from her back to the ground. She took in a shuddering breath and then got her feet under her and stood, stumbling back until she found the wall behind her, the bricks rough under her fingertips. She leaned against its cold, solid support as he sat up. “Damn it, Max. Get the fuck out of here if you’re gonna go! You’re…” He growled out angrily as he got to his feet and like her stumbled back to the opposite wall, breathing hard, as far away from her as he could get.

Max wanted to do exactly that, but she also felt drawn to him in a way she had never been drawn to anyone else before. They were made for each other, literally. Her eyes moved from him to her bike and then back to him. She didn’t know if he was mirroring her or if she was mirroring him again as she licked her dry lips. She pressed her head back against the wall. Her bike and Alec were, as cruel fate would have it, exactly the same distance from her. Her body ached with need and the tension of fighting that need as she swallowed to wet her parched, scratchy throat. She could see him shake with the effort of staying against the wall and away from her, yet he made no move to leave either. “Why don’t you go?” she asked, trying to find another solution. “Your scent, right now it’s… it’s like a drug. I didn’t even know it was you until… I’ve… I’ve been hard for hours, following that scent. It… it actually hurts. I want you. I want to… I can’t… You have to go, Max! I don’t… Don’t know…” he explained, his voice rough and ragged.

She’d thought she had it bad, but she didn’t even want to know what biological imperatives they had build into Alec. She let her shoulders sag, surrendering a little and feeling it was all just too much. She groaned at the relief she felt as she started to make the decision to give into her genetically coded instinct to mate. “If… If we do this, you know that isn’t anything more than just you and me getting our genetically engineered kinks dealt with, right? And, that no one… I mean no one else will ever get to know about this?” she asked him, making sure they were both on the same page and he nodded his understanding. “Now, please tell me you have a condom?” she continued as she fully surrendered to her need and his obvious distress.

She hardly saw him move, but his body was suddenly pressed hard against hers, his lips hovering less than an inch above hers, the bulge in his jeans pulsing hotly against her taut belly. His scent enveloped her again and this time she luxuriated in it, her shoulders digging into the wall as she ground forward against him. His arm curled around the small of her back, pulling her against him while his other hand wound into her hair to cup the back of her head and draw her into a hungry kiss. The touch of his lips was like touching a livewire. Her arousal flared like a supernova, making her tense, flesh and flood. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and her bra of his hard chest flattening her breasts wasn’t helping either, but still her hands clutched at his broad shoulders.

Max moaned against his mouth as he plundered hers, letting his tongues slip in to tangle with hers. They were dry humping, writhing against each other, his thigh between her legs, the leather of her pants and their jackets creaking and breathing hard when he broke the kiss. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, stretching it before she let go. “We just going to go at it, right here in the ally? Cause, I’m good to go.” He asked, his hand finding and firmly fondling her ass, his breath tickling her wet, swollen lips. “You got that condom?” she answered his question with one that was more important to her. He untangled his hand from her hair and reached behind him, presumably fishing around in his back pocket. A moment later he held up a square, foil package between two of his fingers and waved it in front of her eyes.

“Ribbed for her pleasure. Classy.” She noted as she snatched it away from him. Despite her need and his, the alley was dirty; it was cold and the heavy overcast promised rain. “Which is closer? Your place or mine?” she asked, paraphrasing the old cliché. “Mine.” He answered almost before she’d finished the question. He really was jonesing for it, but she couldn’t blame him for it, she knew exactly how he felt. “Lead the way.” She invited and he grabbed her hand, dragging her up the alley. She didn’t even worry about her bike. They ran hard, the wind feeling good against her skin as her hair streamed out behind her and her muscles loosened as she worked them hard. Still, she was hardly winded when he pulled her into his building and they raced up the stairs to the apartment he had appropriated from Brain.

Alec pulled her against him and spun them, trapping her body between his and the door. He kissed her like he was a drowning man and she was air and she returned the kiss with equal intensity, rocking her hips against his. She heard him rattle the door handle and growl against her lips when he found it locked. There was a squeal of metal and then a crack of wood and then she was moving back as the door opened. They two-stepped back into the loft, joined at the lips while they pushed each other’s jackets off their shoulders. He kicked the door, but she didn’t see if it stayed closed or not as they shrugged out of and shook off their jackets. Despite their wonderful warmth, Max shivered with a soft moan when he ran his hands down her bare arms and onto the exposed skin of her waist. His touch made the coil at her centre tighten and lubricate with another rush of cream.

She broke their kiss and lifted her arms so that when he slid his hands up along her flanks under her top. She gasped and pressed her breasts into his hands when he paused to cup and fondle them through her bra before he drew her top up and off over her head. She shook her head to get her hair out of her face and then reached for and yanked his t-shirt out of his jeans. Her fingers tested his smooth skin and hard muscles as she removed his tee in the same manner he had her top. He nibbled down the side of her neck and then nipped and sucked at her pulse point while his hands slid around her shoulders and down her back. She licked and sucked along his shoulder, running his nose over his skin breathing in his arousing scent.

His fingers slid down her spine and found the clasp of her bra. She grunted, her lips vibrating against her skin as the pressure of the restricting undergarment increased for a moment and then sighed when the pressure disappeared all together and the bra dropped to the floor between them. Somehow they were still moving backwards as he dipped his tongue and swirled it around the hollow at the base of her throat before sliding lower. Each sensation lingered on her skin, a pulsing echo that drew a trail across it. The support of his arm around the small of her back allowed her to kick off her shoes. She had to work hard to worm her hands in between them to start blindly working at his belt buckle. Things got a little hazy when his lips and tongue found her bared breasts. Every liquid swipe and oval bloom of warm pressure radiated sparks of pleasure into her chest and scrambled her thoughts. When he found one of her nipples they were completely blown away and again when he switched to the other.

She vaguely remembered falling, pulling him with her, keeping his sucking mouth latched to her nipple to continue creating the wonderful wave of sensation and bouncing as she hit something soft, presumably his bed. He fought her hands as they clutched at the back of his head and flexing shoulder muscles while undulating to grind up against him and try and scratch the growing itch inside. His teeth stretched her nipple, mixing pain and pleasure, which arched her back. It finally took him reaching up and back to capture her wrists to get free. She tried to follow him up, but he pushed her back. She rose again and again he pushed her down. Before she could try again, he was tugging at her pants and she finally understood his intent.

Tied, her pants wouldn’t budge and she somehow found the presence of mind to undo the buttons. His fingertips dug into her skin as he reached around the waistband of her panties as well and she barely managed to lift her ass before he yanked them and her pants down off her hips. Another yank and a wriggle from her left her naked on his bed with him standing at its foot. The way he looked at her, the intense heat, hunger and lust in his eyes made her back up further on the bed. He tossed her clothes aside and then in a rush he kicked off his shoes and finished the job on his pants she had started. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and she licked her lips as her eyes swept down his well-defined, muscular male perfection, her gaze coming to rest on his thick, long, curved and pointed-headed manhood. It twitched against his washboard abs as she watched.

Alec started to lean forward while climbing onto the bed, but her foot planted firmly on his chest stalled him. “Condom!” she commanded, realizing she had no idea what she had done with the square package she had snatched from him. She kicked out and her head and shoulders pushed back into the mattress as she kept him in place when he pressed more of his weight against her restraining foot. He grabbed her ankle and they struggled for a moment. She kept resisting him, although she wasn’t sure what the reason was anymore as he ran his hand down her leg, massaging her calf and then the inside of her thigh before he grinned and held up the condom so that she could see it. She only relaxed her leg and pulled her foot away after he tore the package open with his teeth.

He put on the condom and she let him crawl onto the bed and between her legs with an animal grace that made her wonder if he had some feline in his genetic cocktail as well. His knees spread her legs further apart as he lowered himself between them. His head dropped and she felt his breath, hot on the inside of her thigh and her swollen, wet folds. He sniffed at her, the tip of his nose just brushing along her skin and made a satisfied sigh. She barely managed to stop her hips from bucking to get more contact, but it seemed his biological drive superseded his desire for exploration or foreplay. She twitched, almost a flinch when she felt the tip of his cock brush the swollen, sensitive folds of her sex as he continued on up and over her. He hovered over her, her nipples tingling as they brushed against his chest as she breathed in heavily and her breasts rose. He shifted his hips, pressing and sliding between her folds to find her entrance while he lowered more of his weight onto her. They remained poised like that for a moment and she couldn’t tell which one of them it was that was shaking before his hips drove forward.

He entered her in one long, powerful thrust, drawing a sharp gasp from her as her back arched off the bed. Her taut belly pressed up against his and his skin slid along hers as he stretched and filled her, lancing a fiery trail of fiery friction to her twisting, flexing core. She gathered two fistfuls of bedding, twisting the material, her nails digging into her palms as her hips undulated to grind against him. She flooded again, a burst of fresh liquid heat joining the surge of pleasure the blossomed with his penetration. The pleasure she felt wasn’t just physical, but something more. Even, with the fact that it was Alec, there was rightness about it, a satisfaction of doing something that she was meant to. “Damn Manticore!” she thought viciously.

Max didn’t just surrender to that feeling, she threw herself into it, reveled in it as he started to move. She relinquished her hold on the bedding to clutch at his shoulders, feeling the muscles shift and flex as he found a fast, steady pace, driving in and out of her with virile male power. She bucked and writhed to match him, slamming her body up to meet him, her hips rolling at the apex to grind against him and prolong the wave of delight with the added ripples of having her clit stimulated buy the base of his cock. She let her animal self take over. They didn’t exactly kiss, it was too savage for that and then their lips moved on to explore each others skin. She raked her nails down his back to clutch at and dig them into the hard, muscled globes of her ass. She flexed her fingers and pulled him to her to give him encouragement he didn’t really need as he pounded into her with wild abandon.

Her moans and gasps became soft cries as he drove into her again and again with heavy, delicious blasts of delight that fused with the electric charges arching into her chest as her nipples dragged back and forth along his hard chest. Her body shook with the shockwaves created by the impact of his body colliding with her, yet also quivered with the pulsing energy of her climax as it continued to build exponentially at her roiling core. Her heart pounded like a trip hammer against her chest and her blood sang in her ears, a staccato beat that mixed with the creak and squeak of the mattress and his grunts, and hard, heavy breathing. Her skin was on fire, a blaze fueled by the friction of his body sliding against hers. Perspiration popped up almost defensively in an attempt to dowse the flames and lubricate the sinuous, satin caress of his skin on hers.

Alec shifted, changing the angle of his penetration to hit just the right spot inside her. His arms worming under her shoulder blades and his strong hands curved around her shoulders to pull her to him as he thrust forward ratcheting up the surges of pleasure that were already threatening to overload her senses. His strokes were shorter, but his hips pumped faster driving louder and sharper cries from her. Impossibly he managed to pick up the pace even more. Her quivers became a continuous series of tremors as the pleasure started to border on pain and her muscles refused to obey her commands, but moving on pure instinct to strain with and against him. The exertion made her lungs burn as she desperately tried to find enough air and her hair swirled around and clung to her sweat-damp face, obscuring her vision as her head thrashed from side to side.

He drew back for a longer stroke and her eyes widened as she felt a sudden calm overcome her. There was a strange stutter in time, a moment of perfect stasis where she floated on the steady pulse of delight and then he drove forward. His manhood was a fiery lance; a bolt of lightening that shattered the moment and unleashed the storm that had been building inside her. Her back arched into a taut, vibrating bow, cementing her to him as pleasure surged into her in white-hot, supernova burst. Her sex locked, twisted and flooded around him, but failed to stop him from driving deeper as with a strangled cry his hips pumped with short, hard thrusts. The extra surges of sensation were more than she could handle and she felt a scream rising up her throat as she shuddered. The scream never reached the air as she clutched at him harder before tasting first the salt of sweat and then the coppery taste of blood as she bit down on his shoulder drawing a hiss from the other X5.

Max vaguely heard Alec groaning and grunting as he swelled against her tight confines, which rippled to milk him as he pulsed and spasmed inside her still humping against her. It finally took her legs and arms wrapping tight around him to keep him still as she rode out the twitching, powerful, pulsing and blissful waves of her orgasm welded to him. She shuddered one last time with another clenching wave of ecstasy and then the tension that kept her muscles at vibrating tightness faded and she relaxed back onto the bed, going limp and releasing him with a soft whimper. She licked her lips and tasted more blood. Punch drunk, she blinked in an attempt to bring her eyes back into focus while panting heavily as she tried to catch her breath.

Alec let out a stained groan above her, pressing into her and making her twitch and whine as he stimulated the already over-loaded nerves of her clit. Max grunted as Alec collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, his harsh, heavy breaths tickling her neck. He was heavy and his weight quickly became uncomfortable, but her muscles refused to obey her commands to struggle and try to throw him off. “Fuck me!” Alec groaned vehemently and she managed turned her face to look at him. His face was flushed and glistened with sweat and she wondered if she looked the same. “Can you get off me?” she asked her voice sounding strange and rough to her ears, a soft plea and not the command she wanted it to be. She was barely able to rock her hips to physically emphasize her request, which turned out to be a mistake as she gasped with a sharp burst of sensation as he shifted inside her.

He exhaled and nodded as he licked his lips and closed his eyes as he mustered his strength. They both moaned as he got his hands under him and with some effort lifted himself and pulled free of her before rolling onto his back beside her. His disengagement wasn’t smooth as her sex clutched at him in an attempt to keep him where he was. Free of his weight, and with another whimper as well-used muscles complained, Max rolled onto her side, her back to Alec and pulled up her legs to hug her knees to her chest. She rested her forehead on her knee and closed her eyes as she waited for her pulse to return to normal. They remained still and quiet except for their ragged breathing and the muted city sounds from outside. She had never given herself over to sex like that before and she was having a hard time making sense and processing everything.

She shivered as the sweat on her skin dried and her body cooled. She flinched unconsciously when she felt his hand on her shoulder. “Max?” he called her name with concern clear in his voice. “Alec, don’t.” she warned, hugging herself a little tighter and his hand hesitantly withdrew before she felt him shift and the mattress with him as he rose off the bed. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes as she straightened her legs and stretched. She took a mental inventory of her body, testing her control. The insides of her thighs were still slick with sweat and more and she rubbed them together while her sex flexed against itself in an attempt to get rid of the phantom sensation she could still feel of him being inside her. She groaned as she sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed to the floor.

Max tested her legs for a moment and then stood to search for and retrieve her clothes. She got her underwear back on and then stepped into and pulled up her pants. “Here.” Alec offered and she jumped a little to find him right next to her, holding out a glass of water. He was still naked from the waist up, having pulled on a pair of sweatpants. She took the glass and after the first sip, gulped down the cool liquid. ”You can take a shower if you want.” He suggested with a nod at the open bathroom door. A shower sounded wonderful, she felt sticky and gritty, but she shook her head. “No, I need to go.” Max told him without adding details, but she couldn’t quiet look him in the eye as she sat on the edge of the bed and busied herself with pulling on her boots. “Suit yourself.” He said with a shrug of his shoulders that became a wince.

She frowned and then she noticed the bloody crescent her teeth had left on his shoulder. She stepped closer to him and lightly touched his shoulder, turning him to check the wound. Her teeth hadn’t been the only things to draw blood. His back was crisscrossed with scratches of differing depths and severity. “Sorry.” She apologized sincerely before offering to clean the wounds she had inflicted on him. She felt him shiver under her hand as she lightly touched his back. “Errrrr. No, I can manage. I think you’re right. You should go.” He told her and her frown returned, unsure why his dismissal seemed to offend her even though it was exactly what she wanted. She took a closer look at him and realized he was taking slow, shallow breaths through his mouth and his eyes still had a shadow of the predatory hunger that had blazed in them earlier. Her eyes slid down from his face down his rising and falling chest and hard chiseled abs to catch a twitch in the front of his sweats as he stirred. “Oh.” She commented and he raised his hands and eyebrows in what-can-you-do gesture.

She pulled on her top and swept her hair out of her face to find Alec at the door holding it open with her jacket in his hand. She stopped herself from sighing. She couldn’t really blame him, it wasn’t his fault, and he was as much a slave to his Manticore genetic coding as she was, apparently maybe even more so. He was actually being responsible and it was just a co-incidence that his actions also, unfairly, reinforced the opinion of him as being an ass. She snatched her jacket from him and then stopped halfway out the door. She looked up at him and he lowered his head, putting his face closer to hers. Alec came in closer and just for a moment the memory of his lips on hers flooded her mind.

“We don’t speak of this, ever. Understand?” she growled and he straightened. “Yes, Mam’.” he acknowledged with a sloppy, flippant salute. She gave him a stern, challenging stare and then turned and left. “As, if anyone would believe me.” She heard him mutter before the door closed and Max shook her head while snorting in amusement as she made her way down the hallway and back to her bike.

THE END