"Is that a challenge?" Alec asked, as cockily as ever.
"Are you up to it?" Max asked, letting her eyes roam over the front of his pants, implying exactly what she meant.
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"You know I am."
"Riight. Just stop with your little fantasies because there is no 'sexual tension' as you suggest, at least none from me."
"Okay Max, if you want to go ahead and deny it a little more, I'm cool with that. I can wait, but you and I both have needs and I'm just offering you a way to get rid of all that frustration."
"Alec, that's the last thing that comes to my mind when I think about you."
"Is it? Ask yourself this Max, do you really want to go on living without any human contact? Look at you and Logan..."
"What about me and Logan? Why do you have to keep bringing him up?"
"I'm just trying to jog your memory." Alec told her snidely. "All I'm saying is, you wasted all that time with him. Nothing was ever right and you blew your opportunity to be with him. Sure, the virus is cured now, but you can't even remember the guy and who knows how long that will last." Alec lowered his voice as his eyes trailed Max, watching her shoulders slump, and he regretted being so harsh. "I'm merely suggesting letting me be your lab rat so to speak."
"My lab rat!?"
"Yeah, you know someone to test the waters with. See if you still got it." Alec told her, with a crooked smile.
"You're so sick. Is that how you think about sex, as an experiment?" Max scoffed, although the idea was slightly appealing, and she cringed at even thinking she could indulge in said activities Alec was suggesting without getting her feelings in the way.
"No, but it beats the hell out of being lonely all the time." He confessed seriously, not meeting her in the eye.
Something occurred to Max then, that she wasn't the only person hurting all the time. Although she couldn't quite remember what she and Logan had, she always got an uneasy feeling around him, like they weren't happy when they were together, despite how hard they tried.
Maybe it took someone who understood exactly what your life was like, and was going through the same things to really feel happy, connected to another person. But Alec? She smiled to herself. "Fine, you're on."
"Too bad you're not serious Max, because two X-5's make great partners." Alec lightly chuckled.
"Is that what you think, that I'm not serious?" Max, sat down on his lap, brushing her fingers through his hair.
Alec suddenly became very aware of the pressure building in his pants, as he eyes Max gently rustling in his lap, playing with his hair. When her fingers lightly swept his bar-code, he inhaled sharply. "You're toying with me right? This is a game?"
"I don't know what you mean Alec, I thought this was what you wanted."
"It was...I mean it is, sorta. I just didn't expect it to be this easy." Max lightly purred against his ear, and suddenly all rational thoughts got lost somewhere. She kissed his neck, running her fingers down his muscled chest.
"What do you want Alec?"
Alec froze, at any minute, he knew he would wake up and Max would be ignoring him as usual and this would not be happening. He opened and closed his eyes, and sure enough, Max was still sitting on his lap.
"You." He told her softly.
He turned, meeting her cinnamon gaze and melted into a slow satisfying kiss. It was too much he thought, the pressure of her lips against his, was too intense and his head burned. The blood coursed through his veins, being heated as her tongue swept across his lower lip. His hands grasped her hip, pushing her against his erection.
She gasped at the feel of his hard body under her. Her lips parted and moments later she was plunging her tongue deeper into the recesses of his mouth. Touching. Tasting. Everywhere her hands roamed, from the rippled muscles of his abdomen to the tightened flexing of his arms and shoulders. She sunk her nails deep into her skin and he whimpered under her.
What the hell was she doing? Max kept telling herself. Everything in her told her to get up and walk away, but she couldn't. She was drawn to him, like she never thought she could be. Remembering all they had been though, all he had done for her was not helping matters as her tongue continued to duel was his.
That smell that only Alec possessed was driving her insane, and soon brushing her hands against his clothing was aggravating her and she had to tear them off. She wanted to touch his bare flesh, taste his skin with her tongue, but it would happen until she got rid of his pesky shirt. Tugging on his shirt, she ripped it wide open, sending the buttons skidding onto the floor boards. Then it was skin to skin, her eyes still closed and her mouth still suctioned to his, soon that wasn't enough for her either and his moans, encouraged her.
His hands were everywhere, he was a wild man under her, needing to feel her skin next to his. He let his fingers float through her hair, relishing in the silky softness it provided and with the other, he reached under her shirt. Soon, he found his destination, running his fingers over the curvature of the lace, he lightly unhooked her bra. Her breasts tumbled out and his hands replaced the discarded material, claiming them. She shook slightly over him, moving against his erection. He sucked in a harsh breath, as she touched him everywhere, unaware of the pain she was causing him. He didn't care and he wouldn't tell her, because he wanted this, more now then ever. All the times he had thought of him and Max together were about to come true and there wasn't a damn thing that would stop him from getting what he wanted.
Max opened her eyes, feasting on the skin of his neck and meeting the bruised foundation of his chest. Her rapid breath coated his chest in warm spurts, as Max looked on stunned by what she found. His perfect skin, swollen and marred, and her mind flashed back to the night White held them captive. She remembered the softness in his eyes then, and the way she comforted him. Then she looked at the position she held now, and was almost disgusted with herself. She left a slow lingering kiss on the centre of his stomach, and then removed herself from the chair and his warm body. She picked her bra off of his lap and walked a few feet away from him, almost afraid that if she came closer, she might lapse back into another round with him.
"We-I can't do this. This was just a mistake." Max told him, crossing the room, running her hands through her hair. Trying to ignoring her flushed face and the desire that welled inside her.
"A mistake?"
"That's what I said."
Alec sat in total shock, and it surprised him that he felt slight relief washing over him.
"You're hurt." She told him, returning to unpacking.
"So?"
"It reminds me of that night, and I just want to forget."
"It's not that easy Max. You know the scares will heal and the bruises will fade away, but we'll never forget. I'll never forget." He told her quietly.
Max shook it off desperate to move onto new topics. Finished with her clothing she sat down on the couch so she was facing him. "What do you want to do now?"
Alec went silent as if considering the question for a long time, making Max grow nervous. "I'm thinking sponge-bath."
"Alec, get serious." Max told him, rolling her eyes.
"This is serious. Do you really want me sitting here, stinking up the place?"
"No."
"Then bathe me." He smiled, waving the sea sponge in front of her eyes.
Max turned up her nose at him. How was she supposed to control herself, washing his muscled chest? Bruised or not, he was still one fine piece of male specimen. There was no way in hell she could restrain herself around that kind of temptation.
"You never give up do you? And where the hell did you get that anyway?"
"Nope, all apart of my charm." He told her ignoring her other question.
"Alec, you don't need my help."
"You said it yourself, I can barely walk, how do you expect me to wash myself."
"I'm sure you can manage. Look, I'll run the water and help you into the tub, but after that you're on your own pal."
"I can work with that." Alec smiled, smugly.