Alec had a fast tongue. Soft. Supple. Brilliantly poignant.

He could have used it for kissing.

For licking.

For lapping at tender, sweet flesh.

But he chose to use it to help him form words. Sarcastic, biting words.

Alec chose words to do his battle and not just crude, ornery words. He used words that mattered.

Words that cut.

His tongue lashed deep and quick and his wit was his gift. The one truly original thing about him. The one thing they hadn't manufactured in a lab.

To them -the human drones that put him together- it was his defect; but to him, it was the only thing that separated him from being the cold, hungry killer he was.

It was his sense of humour. His pride in a world gone haywire and no one up for laughter. He coaxed it out of people. Even when they didn't want to, he could make people laugh.

It was also his defence. His trigger when his gun wouldn't do the trick. He could rapid-fire jokes faster than the spray of a machine gun.

His words were the prophesies of his protection. He used them not just to keep anyone away, but to keep her away.

If his tongue was his strength, Max was his weakness. She goaded him every chance she got and he rose to the occasion. He let her slap him around with her own words; her own sharp tongue and to them, it was foreplay.

To anyone else, it seemed like they hated each other. Like their words and jests were in fun. But below the surface, boiling so close to their lips was the truth.

They danced around each other with words. Calculating each other's breaking point, until their jaws ached from laughing.

And at night, when no one else was around, those tongues duelled in another sort of dance. A long, slow, erratic frolic.

Tongues slipped passed plump lips. Slithered over teeth. Sucked and sampled until they were raw and ruined.

At night, he used his tongue for kissing.

For licking.

For lapping at tender, sweet flesh.

For so much more than humour and sarcasm.

It was his gift. His reprieve from Max's quick hands that slapped at his flesh. Sometimes, it was the only way to shut her up.

And he did.

He could subdue her most bitchy of moods with just one flick of his soft, pink tongue. And calm her down with the velvety feel of it against hers as she moaned and surrendered to the feel of him pressed so intimately against her.

He could do so much with his tongue...when she let him.

"Watch your hands or I swear I'm going to kick your ass," Max groaned, pulling his face closer and suckling his drunken lips.

Alec smiled into the kiss, pushing his tongue past her nipping teeth and into the hot wetness of her mouth. "You don't mean that. In fact, I think you like my ass."

Whimpering as he pulled away to use that damn gifted tongue to speak, Max grabbed at his collar. "Shut up! I swear Alec, one of these days..."

"Idol threats." He smirked and ran his tongue over her bottom lip. "Besides, you'd miss me too much. You'd miss this," he teased, emphasizing his point by pulling away.

"God, I hate you," she whispered, dragging his mouth back to her and capturing his tongue once again.

"I hate you, too," he drawled and then slipped his tongue over hers.

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I disclaim. I don't own either character, nor Alec's tongue, although...*sigh* lol ;) Please share your thoughts.