Fiction- Only The Lonely- Chapter Fourteen

Title: Only The Lonely

Chapter Title: Interlude

Author: Restive Nature

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Dark Angel. They belong to Cameron/ Eglee. No infringement is intended and this fiction is for private enjoyment only.

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Fan Fiction

Type: Romance, Humor

Pairing: Max/ Alec

Summary: A remake of the "Pretty Woman" movie, with Max and Alec in the lead roles.

Spoilers/ Time line: This takes place pre-series. Due to the nature of the fiction, some information will be different, but should not overly affect the fiction.

Feedback: Always welcome!

Distribution: Ask first please.

A/N: This was one of my favorite parts of the movie. When you're just a kid, the thought of illicit sexcapades in a relatively public place it thrilling and very naughty. So I thought it kind of deserved a chapter of its own.

Chapter Fourteen

Interlude

As the door shut for the final time, Max and Alec were left completely alone in the lounge. With the after hours lights the only thing providing illumination, the atmosphere took on a quieter tone. Though he had been impish and boyish just a moment ago, Max could see that it had changed with this exit of their slight audience. Just as it always did when it became just the two of them. The hyper electricity that charged their unique relationship started to crackle once more.

He reached once more for the loosened tie of her hotel robe. Pulled the strands apart of the quick half knot she had made and the plush band fell to her sides. The robe gaped only slightly and with slow, sure hands, he reached to push the material apart, revealing the nightwear that she had deemed acceptable. The black silk beneath the robe seemed to appeal to him as he was fixating a moment on the sheen under the lights that were angled over the piano.

Pushing the material completely out of his way, he rested his hands at her hips, smoothing the fabric over her skin and Max felt the charge building still in her sensitized skin. She caught her breath as he lifted his fingers scant inches and the nightgown rose accordingly, and then he paused. She wondered only for a moment why, until his head rose to capture her gaze again, his heavy lidded eyes were darkening with passion. With lust. A deeper, primeval feeling welling up from the desperation she had sensed in him at odd times. She felt herself responding, aching to use her body to allow him escape, knowing that in more ways than one, he would take her with him.

With the softening of her face and the encouraging little moue she gave him, Alec moved his arms so swiftly that she was a little startled, moving his hands to her back and in one sure movement, had surged upwards, carrying her with him. His haste caused the piano bench to scrape back on the parquet flooring, but neither cared as he settled her on the top of the piano. Her legs bumped against the keys, making them emit soft pings form the strings inside the instrument.

With one arm still behind her, supporting her, Alec slid the other back around, reaching for her thigh. Capturing the back of it, he guided her legs around his waist, pressing himself as closely to her as they could manage.

Max held on to Alec's biceps as his closeness forced her back along the slick polished surface. But he didn't allow her to move far. He was so close that she could feel his breath mingling with hers and as she watched the play of his movements, his eyes, she knew that they were once again treading dangerous ground. A slight movement of his throat as he swallowed was the only warning she had as suddenly his lips were at the corner of her mouth. Never before had she wanted that forbidden intimacy so much, but she had imposed the restriction so rigidly on herself when interacting with a john. But Alec was so much more. And she hated that she couldn't acknowledge that.

But she also knew that there was no use in crying over it either. Tilting her head to allow him better access, she reached between them, her fingers sliding, as his had, over the material of his shirt, until her fingers found the shiny smooth hardness of the buttons. Popping them free of the buttonholes was ridiculously easy. There was another soft trill from the piano keys that had to have come from Alec's slow swivel of his hips against her, the muscles in his thighs straining.

As soon as she could, Max had the front of Alec's shirt pushed apart. She peppered kisses on the skin she could reach and moaned softly as his Alec's head fell back for a moment. He was gently nudging her back wards and she leaned on his arm that supported her while his hand moved up to trace over her delicate collarbone, slowly making his way lightly, tantalizingly down her body. Her nipples tightened as the path he drew dragged the material of her nightie with it, scraping the silkiness against her skin that was humming with the vibrations pulsing through her. Like she was an instrument he was playing. Her thighs tightened against him and she heard his murmur of approval. Letting her head fall back, her hair brushing his arm under her, Max was near undulating under him, anticipating where his fingers would go next. What he wanted of her. Illicit and naughty as their location would suggest, there in the relative public. Or just a prelude to something more private up in their room? Max sucked her lower lip between her teeth as she waited.

Alec stood in the circle of her thighs, his fingers making abstract patterns over her abdomen, marveling at the beauty of her uninhibited pose. Opening herself to him, exposing herself in so many ways. Trusting him to hold her, to support her and bring her to unimaginable heights of pleasure as she did for him. He felt the lump in his throat rising as she waited with only small, heaving breaths of anticipation making her chest rise and fall quickly. Wanting to kneel, to worship at the feet of this woman in a way he had never known or felt compelled to acknowledge, Alec was riding a strange dizziness of an emotion he couldn't name. One he feared and longed for in the same moment.

Pressing his hand lower, he held her center down as he eased back slightly. He felt the muscles in her legs tighten, but did not pull away fully. Instead he leaned down to press a kiss between the cleft of her breasts. Her hands came up to slowly push through his hair and gently hold him to her. He turned his face to inhale the delicate scent of her skin before his tongue darted out to taste. Her fresh taste was reminiscent of a womanly darkness that he wanted to deluge himself with. Only hers.

Unable to resist, his hips thrust forward gently as he used his free hand to pull at the material in his way, but there was no yield anymore to it. With his teeth, he grazed over her distended nipple and listened to her low murmurs of approval and encouragement. He paid vivid attention to tasting her, rolling the burgeoning flesh under his lips, teeth and tongue and when she was gasping at the sensations, turned his face the other way to pay the same homage to the other. With such easy simple movements that were now very familiar to them, he was sure that he had Max on the brink and only then did he allow himself to touch her the way he really wanted.

His arm tightening under her back, he lifted slightly, until she was arched beautifully. His hand moved to her face as he leaned over her, tracing over the closed lids that hid her deep expressive eyes from him. But the gentle, pleased smile that appeared instantly was reward enough as he memorized her skin through touch. Slowly he moved down, his lips parting as he struggled to gain breath as his heart pounded within his chest. Her head turned a minuscule amount when his thumb tickled at the corner of her mouth and she pressed a small kiss against the pad of his digit.

His hand continued its path, over her neck and then collar bone, following the line he had made earlier but this time he wasted no time circling her abdomen, instead coming to rest just over her mound, hovering as she moved restlessly under him. Catching the material that was again in his way, Alec's fingers hitched it up quickly and he sucked in his breath when he found that his darling, daring girl was not wearing anything beneath the night wear. Had she been looking forward to his return to their hotel room, he wondered only briefly as he stroked the skin around the juncture of her thighs.

“Alec,” she half moaned in a tiny voice and he could hear clearly, the want in her words.

Holding his fingers back from plunging within her depths, Alec continued to tease her, her moans coming in gasps. He could feel himself, straining, yearning and took just a moment to ease the pressure away from his member. Briefly he wondered if he should call a halt to this, tuck herself and him back up and retreat to the room, but Max's body shifted, her eyes opening to stare up at him. Trusting, glittering with desire and he wanted nothing more than to fulfill her fantasies, yet again.

Surging forward, the material of his pants falling away, just enough that skin to skin contact, the essential touch was managed, he groaned deep in his throat as Max's breath caught.

“Please,” she whimpered, softly, but it was as if her voice was connected to every inch of his skin.

“Yes,” he answered without thought. He felt incapable of it any longer, his hand that had supported her all along allowing her now to slide down to the closed top of the piano. He was playing an instrument now infinitely more beautiful and stirring and alive. Sliding his hand out from under her, sliding down her thigh as his other hand shifted, leaving his thumb to circle moisture around her clit as she used her heels to pull him in closer.

“Now?” she asked, exhaling the word into his ear.

“Always,” he promised, the hollow empty feeling of earlier gone. Disappeared into the void that being with her created of the space away from them. A promise he should not make but would always, in some way, though he could not see how, one that he would keep.

The room was silent, no words needed as Alec slid his length into her. Her usually hooded gaze gone as she stared up at him, lower lip caught between her teeth, both her hands resting, cupping his neck as she waited, allowed him to take the lead. Looking sexy and vulnerable as he reared back to slowly push in once more. The pleasure and relief in her eyes seemed strange, as if he were sating her now, as if this were all she needed to live. And in a way he knew that it was true for him as well. The push and pull was not a fight, not a battle or a race, but complimentary of one another. If he moved, she countered it with joy, when she asked, he countered it with strength.

The pleasure between them continued to build, slowly, steadily, little moments surprising them. The angles sliding, changing constantly as Alec moved within her and she welcomed him in. The pulsing of her body teasing his in a rhythm that predated any instrument created by the hands of man. Alec could feel her pleasure building as her body literally vibrated beneath him. His vision narrowed so tightly, as he returned his face to her skin, as if the scent she gave off were the only acceptable oxygen he could breath into his lungs. Each time her fingers grazed against his scalp, tender and delicate with a grace unlike what was found in simple words.

Transcendent.

The word flash in his mind as he realized now the truth behind what had been shared between two bodies. Never before and he was afraid, never again, would he feel this perfection, this unity, with another human being. There were no longer two bodies sharing a small and ever decreasing space... Alec felt as if some part of him, his soul, the love he knew he was capable of, the thing that defined who he was beyond molecules and atoms and biology, it had fused to her as surely as his body took in the oxygen necessary to life.

She was necessary to his life. And he would never be able to tell her that.

He stilled within her, bittersweet as the last of her orgasm ebbed away. Trying to put off the moment he knew was coming. He never wanted to leave the sweet cleft that sheltered him, nourished him. But time was fickle as it swept on and as her body tightened one last time around him, shuddering, Alec jerked himself back, swearing mutely at the startlement in her eyes.

But she understood as he collapsed slightly, bracing his head in the crook of her shoulder, hoping that she would mistake the tears that leaked from his eyes as simple sweat from their exertions. She pulled him close, tightly in to her body, though not as close as they were only moments previous, his body molded against hers as his orgasm washed over him. She stroked his lower back as he made the hated countermeasure to impregnating her, having only remembered at the last moment that he'd had no protection of a physical nature.

But as she cooed in his ear, humming a soft, giggling melody, he knew that she was aware of why he had done it. Rubbing her cheek against his hair, he heard the words float between them.

“Thank you,” her voice was light and unencumbered and he envied that she carried these days and moments with the freedom allotted to her in this lifetime. It was enough and yet never would be that she had come into his life, for at least a little while. But Alec just couldn't let her know. Not the full truth of it anyways. That didn't mean that he couldn't give her something. Though it would never compare with all that she had given him.

“No, thank you Maxie,” he turned his face back to hers, pressing another kiss to the corner of her upturned lips. A smile that he wished could stay on her face forever and another day.