PLEASE ALEC!
Author: Donna Lynn
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Status: Complete
Category: Humor/Angst
Spoilers/Rumors: Anything up to "Exposure"
Season: 2
Rating: PG-13
Content Warning: Adult content
Summary: Max needs Alec for a favor, can she get him to do it?
Author's Note: I love writing humorous fics with Max and Alec so I hope everyone likes this. Plus, I haven't written or posted a story for them in so long that I figured I would. I've actually had this written for a while now I just haven't posted it until now.
Pairing: Max/Alec
Disclaimer: The characters of "Dark Angel" do not belong to me. So DO NOT sue me!

"Come on Alec please!" Max begged.

"No, " he said plainly.

"Please!"

"Don't beg Max it makes you look cheap, " he smirked.

"You are such an ass, " she complained.

"What is with this infatuation with you and my ass Max? I'm beginning to wonder about you, " he teased.

"Have I ever told you that you have a nice ass?" she tried to bribe.

He raised his eyebrows at her comment, "It's come to bribery now huh?"

"Whatever it takes!" she blurted

"Whatever it takes…hmm, " he contemplated.

"That's right, " she smiled. I am so going to regret this later she thought.

Alec thought about it for a moment. What do I want from Max? That's obvious but that's not a bartering chip so lets see…I am evil, but not evil enough to actually ask so that blows that plan…He shook his head, "Nope nothing."

Max groaned in frustration, "Alec!"

"Wining isn't going to get you anywhere with me Max, " he said as a matter-of-factly.

"I am not wining, " she pouted.

"Yes you are, " he smiled. She was cute when she wined he thought.

She stuck her tongue out at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "Why won't you help me?"

He stopped what he was doing as if he was going to answer then shook his head. "Because I'm just not…no way, " he waved his hands in the air for emphasis.

"Are you not going to do it because of what happened last time, " she eyed him carefully.

"It's got nothing to do with that, " he said. It had every bit of why he didn't want to help her now. She was the lousiest lap dancer he had ever encountered but he still had gotten a hard on from hell that didn't go away for hours. He was very good a concealing it considering.

"So you shouldn't have a problem with it then, " she determined.

"Max I am not going with you, " he said sternly.

"I can't believe you're making me go by myself, " she wined.

"I'll be with you in spirit honey, " he smiled.

"I can't believe you, " she shook her head and leaned against the table he was working at.

"You won't let me go on my terms, " he shrugged.

"What terms would those be?" she asked quickly.

He stopped what he was doing and faced her, "You have to give me a real lap dance?" He wanted to laugh at the look on her face. He couldn't tell if it was fear, disgust or a what the hell look.

"What are you trying to do?" she regarded him very carefully.

He shrugged, "You don't want to go by yourself and I am owed a lap dance. I see it only as fair."

Max rolled her eyes and sighed.

"So what'll it be?" he asked

They regarded each other for a moment when she nodded her head. "Fine, but I swear to God if you so much as mutter a smart ass remark I will give you more than a hard on, more like blue balls, " she said warned.