Author: Restive Nature (aka Bavite)
Rated: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters within this fiction are the property of Cameron/ Eglee. I just like to play with them.
Timeline: Six weeks after FN.
Pairing M/A
Summary: An unexpected accident causes Max to think about the future in a new way.
Chapter Three
Who The Hell’s Life Did I Wake Up In?
Max was dreaming. That was the only explanation for the lassitude she felt. It had been a long time since she’d slept so well or peacefully that she was slow in waking up. Add to the fact that she was warm, definitely something she wasn’t used to added to her contentment. She kept her eyes closed, allowing herself to drift in that in-between state of sleep and wakefulness. She’d been unknowingly craving this, this feeling of peace. It didn’t even phase her as the realization wormed its way into her brain that it certainly wasn’t a blanket keeping her warm. No, it was the incredible body heat of what seemed to be a male pressed up intimately against her back. Max wiggled a little, sighing happily. Yes, definitely male.
"Good dream," she mumbled sleepily. Her dream lover chuckled in her ear. She smiled as his hands caressed the small of her back and she arched into the gentle rub. She was surprised that the tension usually there didn’t seem to be this time. But who was she to argue with her dream? The hand continued to rub, slowly forming a circle on her back, growing larger until his hand slipped around her rib cage, tickling slightly. She shivered unconsciously and pushed back against him. He took it as a signal and continued to rub his large hand across her abdomen, his touch light but sure.
Max inhaled deeply, savoring the musky male aroma that invaded her senses. It was slightly familiar, but she completely dismissed that niggling voice in the back of her head. This was one dream she definitely did not want to wake up from. She let her hand relax against the forearm that was curved around her, feeling the muscles tense as he continued to play her skin, moving lower at infinitesimal speed. Again, this was something she’d craved. Not heat, not instant gratification, not lust. But the gentle swell of desire, passion, the intimacy of being made love to. She moaned and arched a little as his hand finally made it to the top of her curls. His fingers tangled between the apex of her thighs and Max lifted her hand, searching for something.
She found it as he used his other hand to sweep the hair from her neck and press a kiss to the pulse point in the hollow of her throat. She let her fingers drift over his jaw as he continued to press kisses along her shoulder. And then she gasped as he reached her clitoris and gave it the same slow attention just like the rest of her body. Her lover teased for what seemed an eternity, but was actually only long minutes before slipping further down. One lithe finger slipped into her passage, feeling the wetness accumulating there. And then another finger joined it as her lover nipped at her ear. Max shuddered slightly as her own desire began to coil tightly in her body.
She ran her hand down her own body, shivering again as her nipples tingled over her own rough touch on her way to her new destination. With determination, she reached over her lover’s arm and pushed his hip away from her. He groaned at her action until her fingers encountered their prey. He hissed in satisfaction as she closed her fist around him and pumped gently. Her hand swept up and down slowly, in time with the motion he lovingly invaded her with. His thumb joined in her torment, rubbing against her clit and then gone, only to return again, keeping her on the edge.
But finally it was not enough, for either of them. Her lover nudged his leg between hers and Max lifted her top leg a little. With a satisfied moan, he pulled his hand away from her, chuckling at her little moue of protest. His hand joined hers and together they led him to his ultimate destination. Max inhaled sharply as he slid his length into her passage. Her head tilted back as he filled her so completely. They waited a moment, hands entwined, letting her adjust to him. And then slowly he began to move. He pulled out slightly, then thrust back in. Max pushed back to meet him, dropping her shoulder to encourage more kisses. Her dream lover obliged, his tongue darting out to drag against the tangy perspiration that was starting to coat her body. Max smiled languidly. He thrust again and her hips replied accordingly. He pulled out, hovering just at the edge of her passage, tilting his hips to tease her more. She whimpered again as he thrust shallowly, taking his time, intent on pleasing her. Her fingers tightened on his and he gave in, thrusting himself to the hilt.
"Yes!" Max hissed. He hurried now, but kept to the same steady rhythm. Max felt the pressure building in her, begging to take her over, ready to give in. But her dream lover had other plans.
He pulled out so quickly that Max was at a loss at what was going on, until she felt him roll her under his long, lean frame. Her hips parted naturally and he slid between them with ease. He guided himself into her and Max grinned at the pleasurable stretching feeling. She kept her eyes closed, not willing to give this dream up for anything. She felt his kisses, trailing down her collarbone and onto her breast as he continued to thrust. When he gently bit at her nipple, she could feel the orgasm he set off by his action pulse through her. Her eyes flew open and before she could react, was caught in a bruising kiss. His thrusting hips sped up and Max felt as if she were going to hyperventilate.
"Alec!" she screamed his name, whether it was in surprise that maybe her dream lover was not quite a dream, or because her lover was evoking amazing feelings she couldn’t even begin to describe.
"God Maxie," he groaned. "That’s right baby, come for me." His blunt directive turned her attention back to the clamoring of her body and the inability to escape what they had wrought.
"Alec," she whimpered as her body shuddered and tensed. Her mind was strangely absent, unable to think as instinct took over. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as his hands caught her knees and pulled them up higher. He continued to press into her, harder and faster until right on the heels of her first orgasm, her second began. Her head thrashed back and forth, the physical stimulation almost too much. "Please…" she didn’t know if she was begging him to stop, to finish or to never leave her and these incredible sensations.
He smiled at her through gritted teeth, then bent to engage her in another searing kiss. She arched up into him as he slammed into her one last time. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his pulsing length empty into her. "I love you Maxie," she heard him whisper hoarsely before collapsing on her. Surprisingly, her arms tightened around him for a moment, before her mind took in the enormity of the situation.
She was in bed. With Alec. Who was not a dream. Who’d just thoroughly loved her. No! Had sex with her! And she…had had sex with him. Max could feel her cheeks burning uncomfortably as she tried to deal with the implications this had on her life. He wasn’t a dream. She felt the nervous urge to pinch her arm… or maybe his ass. She bit her lip quickly, her eyes widening as she registered that thought. What the hell was going on here? And then her breath caught in her throat as Alec carefully withdrew himself from her slick folds. He settled beside her, not relinquishing the hold he had around her stomach.
"Good morning sweetie," he chuckled in her ear. But Max’s eyes were darting around the room. A very familiar room. It was her bedroom, in her apartment in Terminal City. And then she cottoned on to the fact that Alec seemed entirely too comfortable with her here. She still had no clue as to what was going on. Beside the obvious one that they’d just had sex. Max cast her mind quickly, trying to remember what had led them up to this point. But it was all blank. She kept her head averted from his and tried to figure out why they were together in her bed and why the hell she didn’t seemed to have minded, until this moment.
"Max?" Alec tried again. Max bit the inside of her cheek. How the hell was she going to explain this to him? "Are you okay?"
She slowly licked her suddenly parched lips. He was waiting for her to answer. "Uh…" she finally managed to push sound past her lips, but he was still waiting. Still, nothing came to mind and she opted for the coward’s way out. "Bathroom!"
"Oh, sorry," he laughed. He pulled his arm away from where it had been holding her down and he sat up. Max ran an appreciative eye down his tautly muscled back, then shook her head in horror. Alec turned back to her, handing her the robe he’d grabbed from the foot of the bed.
"Thanks," she whispered, avoiding his amused gaze as she turned from him, trying to get the robe on without exposing too much skin to him. It was only when she stumbled through the living room, on the way to said bathroom that she wondered how Alec knew that she preferred her fuzzy robe in the morning. She quickly dismissed it as a coincidence as she slipped into the tiny room, letting the door click sharply shut behind her. She leaned against it for a moment, her mind racing, turning things over.
She looked over at the cracked mirror and recoiled at the sight of herself, flushed and eyes sparkling. It had been a long time since she’d appeared so…sated. She stepped towards the mirror as she realized that there was more to the differences in her appearance. Her hair, normally straight as a ruler, was curling around her head in wild abandon. ‘I cut my hair,’ she realized dumbly. ‘When did I do that? Why did I do that?’ The answer came unbidden. Because Alec wanted to see it like that, all curly and provocatively framing her face.
The flush in her cheeks drew her attention again. "Oh god," she whispered. "I’m in heat again. I’ve got to be." Staring at herself, her hand crept up to feel the swell of her lips, still tingling from his kiss. And then the sparkle on her left hand slapped her right upside the head. A ring. An engagement ring. With a wedding band sitting comfortably behind it. Max gaped at the sight and then used her other hand to yank at the surprise. The rings slid forward, enough that Max could see the paler skin where the duo seemed designed to reside. She was married. She was making lo- no, having sex. With Alec. Logical thought patterns progressed so naturally that Max slumped against the counter. She was married to Alec!
Chapter Four
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