Disclaimer: I own Maximum Ride...My name is also Bill Clinton and I own a unicorn with a purple horn and pink spots...Which all adds up to me lying through my teeth. :)
All's Fair in Love and War
Oh, he is so going to get it. He is so overly dead, she thought. He is so going to get it.
"B . . . 7?" she said slowly after much thought. She looked over the small walls dividing them. His mouth curved up into a smirk. "Are you kidding me?" the girl shrieked.
He smiled at her again, folding his arms across his chest. "Nope, you missed again, Max."
Max stood up from the floor. She swept her hand across the table, sending their game of Battle Ship onto the ground. "BS!" she cursed. "This is such bull sh—"
Fang raised an eye brow. "Max. . . ." he said with warning and authority in his voice.
"Okay, okay," Max sighed, sitting back down. "Well, since the game is over," she said, looking sheepishly at the spilled red and white pegs across the ground, "you up for a game of war?" Fang shrugged, and Max left for the junk drawer in the kitchen to find the deck of cards. "Fang, do you know where the deck of cards are?" she called from the other room.
He glanced down at the small box in his jacket pocket before hiding it away again. "Did you try Gazzy's room?" he shouted back.
Max ran back into the large, open room and past Fang to look in the boy's room. "It's not in here!" she cried after a few minutes of hopeless searching.
Fang slowly peeled the deck out of his pocket again and slid it on the table. By the time Max came stomping back into the room, Fang had divided the deck into two equal halves.
"Where'd you find the cards?" Max asked him. Fang shrugged, sliding one deck toward Max's end of the table. Soon enough, they were both flipping cards. Max would win a pair, Fang would win a pair, and then Fang would win again.
"So, I've been thinking," Fang said clearly, flipping over a jack of diamonds in the process.
"About what?" Max turned over a three of clubs, and frowned as she pushed the pair back over to Fang.
He looked up and smiled at her, flipping an ace of hearts. "You, who else?"
Max nodded, frowning at her next card, a seven. "Oh, and what were you thinking about me about?" She wrinkled her nose from her losing two of spades and her word choice.
Fang chuckled and quickly grabbed the next set of cards he won. "I was just thinking about you, that's all."
"Like what kinds of things, Fang?" Max asked nervously, placing a ten of hearts down.
He gathered his new win and placed the cards in his growing stack. "Like how much I wish it wasn't the Valium talking." Max silently nodded, sliding her five of spades across the table to him. Fang let out a short laugh. "You should have seen me when you did that," he chuckled hesitantly.
"I never would have known what it felt like for you to say that. I've dreamt of it, envisioned it, played it out in my head, but it was better in real life. Well, it would have been better had you not been so drugged up," he said, never looking away from the cards they kept flipping onto the table.
Max bit her lip as she flipped over her final card, which as predicted, left her losing. "Well," she said, changing the subject, "that was a quick game."
Fang looked over to her, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Max leaned back and waited for him to move. He leaped over the coffee table and landed on top of Max.
"Fang," she giggled, "get off."
He grinned wildly at her. "I don't think so," he laughed. Max tried to squirm out from underneath him, but Fang held her down. Fang grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. "I'll make you a deal," he said, his face close to hers, "your freedom for . . . ?"
"How 'bout I give you more leadership rights?" she offered.
Fang shook his head. "I'm second in command, don't need the extra power."
"Um, I could make cookies? A 'get out of chores for the day' card or maybe I could just let you do whatever you want?"
"No, no, and no," Fang said with a smile.
Max frowned. "Then what do you want?"
He leaned forward so that his cheek brushed up against hers. Max felt her heart skip a beat as his breath licked the side of her neck and ear. "Kiss me," he whispered.
Max gasped, sucking in her breath for a moment. "W-what?" she stuttered.
Fang smiled. "You heard what I said, Max," he said. She trembled beneath him. "Kiss me," he repeated, his lips faintly touching her skin as they moved.
"Are you serious?" she asked with little worry.
She was quiet for a minute, thinking about her options. "No," she finally said. "I'm not kissing you, Fang."
He smirked wildly at her. "If that's what you choose," he whispered impishly. Fang, still holding her arms above her head, began to tickle her with his free hand.
Max laughed uncontrollably. "Fang! Okay, okay," she gasped in between laughing spasms, "stop it!" Fang grinned and sat up, no longer tickling her, but still pinning down her arms. "Now can you let go of hands, please?" she asked.
"Nope," Fang said quickly. Max pouted her lips and thought. Fang was sitting, more so straddling, her, but her legs were free. She shifted her hips and maneuvered her leg so that it was in the right position. With one awkward movement, she kneed Fang in the back. He winced and let go of Max's arms for a split second. That was all the time she needed.
Max reached up and grabbed Fang by the collar, crushing his lips onto hers. He was stunned at first, but he soon relaxed, closing his eyes and placing a hand on the side of Max's face. She moved her lips to fit his and tilted her head, deepening their kiss. Fang responded by not only moving his mouth, but slid his hand behind her, resting it between her wings.
When Max finally pulled away from him, she was breathing heavily. Fang smiled with triumph, his own breathing staggered.
"There," Max said after taking a few deep breaths, "now get off of me."
"I don't think I'm ready to quite yet," he chuckled.
"Fang, you're such a cheater!" Max said, avoiding her own laughter from spewing over.
He grinned at her. "That's not the only thing I cheated at."
Max looked over at the deck of cards, remembering how she had lost all but a few hands. "That was so not fair," she said referring to the game. "And neither is this. I kissed you, now let me up!"
"All's fair in love and war, Max," he said to her softly.
Max rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up," she groaned. She slipped out from underneath him and dragged him over to her. "Two can play at that game," she said with an edge. Before she knew it, she was stuck to Fang again, caught in the moment of a kiss.
Well, this is the first in my series of Maximum Ride one shots. I hope ya like them. As for the title of this whole series (Here's the Number, Now Fax it to Me) I'm waaay sorry. I'm kind of dorky like that. Cheesy titles are my forte. lol.
I'll write more of my own. If anyone wants me to write something for them, just message me or even better...write it in YOUR REVIEW! Well, even if you don't have a request...you should review anyway 'cause reviews are nice and they make me happy. hehehe. If you're going to fave this or put it on an alert, please leave a comment. Much 'preciated!