Disclaimer: Dark Angel and its characters do not belong to me, but this fanfiction plot is mine. This  had been written purely for entertainment purposes only. No infringement had been intended and no profit had been made out of the story.

ALL CHAPTERS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

COMPLETE

Max was fuming when she saw what Alec was up to.

They were in the Blowfish Tavern, supposedly to rescue a transgenic mermaid. Max had gone off only for a minute to inform the mermaid of their presence and when she came back, she found Alec sitting on a couch while a bleached blonde slithered all over him. Her blood red talons were trailing all over Alec’s chest while Alec watched in languid fascination.

It made her skin crawl, Max thought in utter disgust.

“This is how you rescue a mermaid?” Max snapped as the other woman walked off, obviously sensing that she was not welcomed. It was hard for her to miss Max’s glare and the indignant hands on her hips.

Ignoring her question, Alec lowered his voice and muttered, “White's got someone here.”

“Where?” she asked, tensing instantly, instantly forgetting about the blonde.

“Two o'clock,” he answered without looking in that direction.

Max subtly turned around to see a male in his early twenties wearing a black outfit.

Nudging Max, Alec said knowingly, “See him? No drink, no girls. He's been casing the place the entire time.”

True enough, he was waving away all the girls who approached him. His attention was pinned on the girl in the tank. “Yup. Looks pretty shady to me,” Max nodded.

The man, obviously feeling their gaze on him, turned towards them. Max and Alec quickly looked away.

“Okay, now would be a good time to look like we belong here, huh?” he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her onto his lap.

“Hey!” Max protested, glaring at him for daring to manhandle her as she fell onto his lap. She could feel her hips pressing against his crotch, making her want to squirm away. However, his arms around her waist prevented any movement. She gave him a dark look.

Alec grinned at her expression. “Oh, come on, Maxie. You know you can’t just stand about. You are looking way too obvious. Come on, make some effort to blend in.”

Max snorted. “As if this is much better,” she said as she threaded a hand through his hair distractedly. Her attention was directed towards the female transgenic in the display tank.

Alec rolled his eyes. “Wow, Max. You, uh, you done this before?” he asked sarcastically at the totally un-sexy scratching motions her hand was making on his head.

“Shut-up!” she snapped, followed by a glare.

Swatting her hand off his head, Alec mumbled with a frown, “It would be if you would just try a bit harder. That was just hopeless.”

“What?” Max hissed as she snapped her head towards him, frowning. Did he just say I was hopeless?

“I said; if you try a bit harder maybe it would be more convincing. Stop being a prude! Right now it looks as if you are shampooing my head. Not a common occurrence in Blowfish Tavern.” He rolled his eyes as Max shot him another death glare. Sighing exaggeratedly, he then continued, “Okay, okay. I understand. Tough chicks like you can’t do it.  This kind of seductive stuff is just not in you.”

Max’s hackles rose at Alec’s jab at her abilities. “What do you mean by that? Who said I can’t be seductive when I want to? And for your information, I’m not a prude!” Max retorted.

Now it was Alec’s turn to snort. Shaking his head, he said, “Yeah, sure Max. I believe you.”

Max knew a challenge when she heard it. And what Alec just did was issue a challenge to her.

She made up her mind to do whatever it took for him to take back his words. She grinned inwardly. Still sitting on his lap, she started to move her upper body closer to his.

Alec fought the urge to grin as Max closed the gap between them. He was waiting for her to chicken out and back off. He was sure she would not carry it through.

Their noses were almost touching now. And yet Max showed no sign of backing away. Alec began to feel his heart thud in anticipation. Will she really do it?

Lifting her hands up to his neck, Max extended a finger and trailed it side to side over his barcode, all the while looking into his eyes. Alec shivered at the contact and felt his goose bumps rise. She brought the same finger down a torturous route from the back of his neck down his front. Alec could feel the heat of her finger burning through his shirt. He found himself unable to look away from her captivating eyes as her fingers continued to torture him.

She then raised her hand reached up to touch his bottom lip with her index finger. Alec could not help it; he snaked his tongue out and licked her finger. Max’s eyes were drawn to his soft tongue lapping her fingers. Looking into her eyes, Alec could see that her pupils were beginning to dilate. He was glad that he was not the only one getting turned on here. He smirked as he snaked his arms around her, waiting for her to withdraw and of course, hit him.

She did not. Instead, she moved her hands to cup his face.

Alec felt his smirk waver. She wouldn’t really do it, he thought to himself, not quite convinced. His eyes went to her generous lips. She was licking it, leaving it moist and…kissable. Alec swallowed as his eyes traced the same path as her tongue.

Would she really do it?

Then abruptly, she stood up.

Alec let out the breath he did not realize he was holding, feeling oddly disappointed. His exhalation of relief was short-lived when she started moving in front of him, her hips swaying seductively to the beat of the music.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in the vision before him. He did not know Max could move so…so sexily. Her hands ran up and down her own body in a caressing motion. He had to clench his hand to stop himself from replacing her hands with his. Although Max had on more clothes than all the other females, he found her more captivating than the rest of them put together.

The proof was in the raging hard-on he was currently sporting. He suppressed a groan at his predicament. Max would surely not let him live this down.

She twirled around, facing away from him and continued to gyrate. His eyes followed her hands as they look a slow torturous route down her hips to her rounded ass. He swallowed as the image of him caressing the same spot suddenly invaded his mind. He wanted to touch her. Badly.

‘What are you thinking, Alec? She’s your friend,’ his inner voice reprimanded. The voice of sanity.

‘Yeah, right, like you never wanted her even since she kicked you to the door in Manticore,’ another one of his inner voices piped up. The evil one, he presumed. Or rather, his hormones.

‘See, she kicked you to the door. What did that tell you?’ the sane one voiced.

‘But that was a long time ago. She probably changed her mind, otherwise she wouldn’t be going this, right?’ the other voice said devilishly. Alec decided that this voice made more sense.

He was about to reach out for her when a sudden commotion caught his attention. Max stopped dancing and spun around the same time as he did.

Max and Alec rushed towards the tank. They could see the guy in the black outfit standing by the tank. He was surrounded by three other men in suits.

Max’s eyes narrowed as she noticed him moving his hands in a series of moves to the girl in the tank. She recognized it as Manticore’s sign language. So other three guys must be the White’s people.

Grabbing Alec’s arm, she said, “Did you see that? He’s Manticore.”

Nodding, Alec replied, “Yeah, looks like they know each other pretty well.”

“Let’s get them out of here,” Max said needlessly.

Alec and Max blurred towards the familiars.

Alec and Max stood and watched as the mermaid and her merman jumped back into the water.

Turning to Max, he asked cheekily, “So, you care to finish what you started back there at the Blowfish Tavern?”

Max rolled her eyes and retorted, “Keep on dreaming, pretty boy.”

Grinning, he said, “So you’re telling me that you won’t mind me dreaming wet dreams about you?”

“Alec!!!” followed by a punch to his shoulders.

He laughed at her predictable reaction. Moving closer to her so that her ears were mere millimeters away from his lips, he breathed, “You want to know what I dream about?”

Max felt a shiver run up her spine as his breath caressed her ears.

“Not really,” she said weakly.

“I’m going to tell you anyway,” he said, “I dream of running my lips along that neck of yours. Breathing in your scent as I lick your skin,” he inhaled deeply as if to demonstrate his point.

Max’s breath hitched in her throat. He had not even laid a single finger on her yet, but she could feel herself getting aroused. She was not even in heat.

I really need to get laid, she thought.

“…Then I slide off the strap of these little tank tops, which I swear you wear to drive me mad, slowly down your shoulders, inch by inch. My lips running down your neck to your shoulders. And…”

Interrupting him, she warned, “Alec, that’s enough.”

He looked up to see the heated look in her eyes. He could see that she wanted him. The question was: would she act on it? Or would she be the sane one and walk away. Because given a chance, god knows he would grab it with open arms.

“So, Max, what will it be? You really want me to stop or you want me to continue? Because your eyes and your lips are saying different things to me,” he asked softly, seeing the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. His eyes were drawn to her lips as she suddenly parted it, running the pink tip of her tongue to wet it. He swallowed the urge to devour her right there and then.

Then she finally spoke. “I think we should go home,” she said softly, her brown eyes locked onto his hazel ones.

“Home? Yours or mine?”

Max made up her mind, “Yours.”

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