Just a Fling

Disclaimer: Last I checked the rights to Dark Angel didn't belong to me... I am just writing for fun! No infringement intended dudes.

A/N: I got an idea and here I am flowing with the thought! I hope you enjoy it! I might keep going depending on the interest. You should know that Max and Alec didn't actually meet. Rather another transgenic 'Sam' yes 453 gave Max the virus. Everything else was practically the same except Max and Sam started getting along, and became like sisters after Max burned down Manticore. Max hasn't seen Ben since they were kids, but he is alive and Zack won't tell her well... Also obviously Zack is alive and Max didn't die.


Dancing Affair

Max walked into a dance club in downtown Seattle wearing a black backless top, and form fitted-jeans. She peeled off her black leather jacket, the place was hot. She swayed her hips to the beat, using her honed senses to find a suitable partner. Proving useless she began dancing alone.

This had become a habit to say the least. Going out to this 'Rumors' shindig and shaking her thing. Logan had been driving her insane, with all his conviction in getting the cure. They weren't seeing each other anymore. Her high hopes had taken a nosedive since the second incident. Sam apologized profusely about the virus. Max understood, after all she was the cause to Sam's vacation to Psy-ops.

Tonight was not going as well as she had hoped. She had yet to find a reasonable dancer, which was a real disappointment. After all this was supposed to be a release. It was supposed to make her forget, and it did.

At least until she saw someone who looked like Logan from behind, efficiently assaulting her mind. She really did love him, but she had to love him didn't she?

Max turned to leave, tonight was a bad idea. She had just begun to dance and he was already making her miserable. That how love is, isn't it? She shook her head dejectedly and slid through the hoards of people.

Someone grabbed her arm she turned toward him ready to tell him off. It's not like he would be the first cocky guy to try charming her into dancing.

Max turned prepared to meet face with another helplessly lame guy, who thought she was hot. So you can see it really surprised her to face a hazel eyed attractive guy. He wore a cocky yet charming smile; fortunately it was an effective tactic. Successful in making Max's insides melt into a gooey mess.

"Where's a pretty girl like yourself going?" he grinned again.

Max had wanted to laugh, but it wouldn't come out. Instead she smiled flirtatiously; her hormones were playing with her is all. It wasn't her, she was just foolin', but it was her fix. After being in Manticore her heat cycles had been treated. Treated? It disappointed her more than she would like. It was so much easier with heat. Control or not she got the release she needed. Now that it was gone, she yearned for it. Don't you hate how that is?

She pulled him close and began dancing. Leisurely her fingers under his jacket and up his covered chest. Max felt his breath catch and grinned. Her lips neared his mouth but dodged his lips. She stretched on her tip toes and whispered in his ear "Had fun" and pulled away abruptly leaving him alone.

Max smiled to herself as she continued to walk through the crowd. Five, four, three, two...

"Hey, you think that you're gonna get away on me that easily?" he murmured into her ear while grabbing her from behind.

"Nah, I knew I was too much to resist" she teased while turning into his eccentrically reassuring embrace.

"Well my friends and I were just getting drinks, you wanna come?" he waggled his eyebrows. Max's throat caught a lump.

It just wasn't what she came for. It was dancing and that was it. She didn't get personally involved, ever. It was play them and leave them. Max knew how low it was but it couldn't be more. This was her night life, her escape from her real life. The two just didn't mix.

"Uh..." she looked away and stepped back. "Actually... no can do"

"Oh I get it, you wanna dance... Whatever I can get then huh?" he smirked, her lips curled into a sly grin of her own.

"Something like that."

Yeah Uh Huh New Blaque

He brought her body closer and they began to dance. Max's attention was totally focused on the man in front of her. Her mind was lost in the feeling of Ecstasy, this was her drug. This was what she came for.

Darckchild, Darkchizzle

The jump off

Is it true that I'm the one making you nervous?

Trying real hard as if I'm for show shit

Her hips grind up against his. The loud music was enough to make you go deaf. The heat of the bodies moving to the beat was enough to heat the outside.

By you and your crew, that's helpless

You saw that X5, that's me out side

I know you, kinda seem so confused

He watched her in his arms. It seemed that she was just lost in her own world. It was just as well, because aside from the slight familiarity she was just another girl.

You cant understand how my diamonds bling through

But its cool its true, its unusual

A girl so fly out shining a guy

We can talk about this, lets talk about it

"You sure you don't wanna..." Max looked up to the man in front of her, and shook her head.

"Can we just dance?" she pouted, reluctantly he answered in sync with her wishes. She was so damn cute, and 'No' was not an option.

We can talk about this, don't think about it

About me on the floor, that's what I came here for

So pump ya breaks it seem as if ya wantin' more

He met every one of her moves with his own. The dance floor was theirs. She didn't miss a beat, and neither did he.

It ain't me, I'm sorry you got the wrong one

It ain't me, I just came out to have fun

It ain't me, go out and find another one

I don't like what your kickin' son, now leave

Cause even if I leave alone, I'm good

The music slowed and so did their movement. She slid her hands up from his neck down his arms. His soft comforting hands moved up to her hips. She stared into his eyes that now seemed greener than before. He smelled really good, like leather and spice, or something. It was indistinguishable, something she was sure she could become familiar with as his. Instantly she scolded herself for thinking such things...

And even if you come along, I'm good

Don't mean a thing to me cause, I'm good

With or without you

If you wanna play games with me then, I'm good

Say what you do for me than, I'm good

His breath tickled her neck.

She knew she should pull away before something happened, but she just couldn't, it was just so tempting, he was too tempting.

His lips placed warm kisses up her neck. She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him like she had nobody else. It just seemed so natural. His tongue traced along her bottom lips and she felt his lips quirk into a smile. She ignored it and felt his tongue massage hers. A moan escaped her lips as he pulled back.

You don't really mean a thing cause,

I'm good With or without you

I'm good I'm good without you

I'm good I'm good

I'm good I'm good without you

I'm good I'm good

Playas please, please stop frontin'

I don't know when Benz started makin Isuzu's

But its new, cause I do what I do

Which causes me not to be needin' you

When I leave, I got a crib to go to

That I got myself straight out of high school

Max nipped his ear before she breathed into it "stop teasing." She smiled as his lips crashed down to hers. She didn't know how long they had been doing this in on the dance floor, but she didn't care. They teased and kissed one another driving each other nuts like nobody else could.

His mouth peeled from hers and he couldn't take it anymore. He needed her, she was different. He just knew. Right now it didn't matter though. "So..." he smirked "my place or yours?"

So if you comin' at me, be ready

Cause there ain't no way imma let somebody play me

We can talk about this, lets talk about it

We can talk about this, don't think about it

About me on the floor, that's what I came here for

So pump ya breaks it seem as if ya wantin' more

She froze unsure of what to do next. It had never been like this. It was more about the alcohol and dancing, not the sex. Not to say it hadn't happened. Being sad and lonely did things to you. Things that made you do stupid things. Forgetting everything she had been thinking she tickled his ear with a whispered "yours".

It ain't me, I'm sorry you got the wrong one

It ain't me, I just came out to have fun

It ain't me, go out and find another one

I don't like what your kickin' son, now leave

Cause even if I leave alone, I'm good

And even if you come along, I'm good

Don't mean a thing to me cause, I'm good

With or without you

They both climbed on his bike, they didn't say much to each other. She wrapped her arms around his waist anticipating what he could do. He felt different, it made her think.

No don't think.

It wasn't like she had to stay with him, besides that it was just fun.

It didn't mean anything, it was just harmless nothing.

Still she felt guilt, for using him, and for in some sick way betraying the man she couldn't bring herself to think about. She pushed it all away though.

It didn't matter he was just gonna be a pawn in her game of chess. What she had yet to understand was that in the end all the pieces went back in the same box, that everything came back to reality.

If you wanna play games with me then, I'm good

Say what you do for me than, I'm good

You don't really mean a thing cause, I'm good

With or without you

I'm good I'm good without you

I'm good I'm good I'm good

I'm good without you I'm good I'm good

They walked up the stairs in silence her hand enveloped in his. The moment they reached his floor she impatiently planted her lips on his. He kissed her back smirking the whole time. It made her tingle, that smirk, it just made her trip. He pulled his lips from hers.

"I know I am hard to resist, but I gotta open the door" she stopped pulling at his leather jacket.

"Okay" she breathed, but surrendered to her desire and crashed her lips against his once again. He wasn't complaining, but he didn't want the whole floor to see another one of his sex-ca-pates. Fumbling with the keys he managed to get them in the door. "Let's just get one... thing... straight... this... it is just for tonight..." Max muttered against his lips.

"Just the night" he nodded while pulling off her shirt, and moving toward the door.

Yo, I'm only Clyde if you clip me

And I still got ice even if you ain't wit me

Candy paint and I still bump Biggie Halter, throwback, ripped up dickies

Ya hate me cause I am nice up on the mic I'm twice the size of rice

My flow keepin 'em right Brain dead you need cents like 50

Cause wont you to love me like Bobby and Whitney

No

Cause even if I leave alone, I'm good

And even if you come along, I'm good

Don't mean a thing to me cause, I'm good

With or without you

I'm good I'm good without you

I'm good I'm good

I'm good I'm good without you

I'm good I'm good I'm good!


A/N: I hope you like it despite the fact that you have to use your imagination... anyways I am just not good at going into complete detail, sides that, now you can dream up your own.