* This is my second Fanfic. If you're looking for something not rated M and more of a true Max Ride book, see my first story, Iggy. For this (probably) three shot (get it, Trinity?), we're going to pretend that Fang never left and that Max, Iggy and Fang are in the seventeen to eighteen age range, because 14 and 15 year olds having sex is just wrong. The others have aged accordingly. If you're homophobic, don't bother. :)
I don't own these characters and James Patterson would probably never have them doing these things! Definitely OOC
I woke up to see the sunshine streaming through the window. The curtain had been pulled back the night before to let the romantic moonlight
illuminate the room. I sighed deeply, yawned and slowly opened my eyes. Greeted by Fang's peacefully sleeping face, I smiled. His hair was generously
tousled and the sheet was pushed down enough for me to view his smoothly muscled chest, arms and washboard abs. Another inch or two further
down and I would have been able to see the small trail of hair leading to his most private places. I had an urge to reach out and touch his beautiful
body, but I didn't want to wake him. I was content to watch. Our feet were entwined beneath the sheets and my right hand was loosely held in his left,
both of us on our sides facing each other.
My left hand was interlaced with Iggy's, his left arm draped over my body. He was close behind me, spooning, his breath warming and cooling my neck as he inhaled and exhaled.
Fang opened his eyes and grinned devilishly at me. I blushed at the thought of what we all did the night before.
"Morning," he whispered.
"Morning," I whispered back.
He began to stretch and looked down at his right hand on top of mine and Iggy's. It was his turn to blush.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot he stayed last night, too." He looked away uncomfortably.
I hoped things weren't going to be awkward between them. I could have gone to bed with them every night and woken up with them every morning. Though, I knew we probably shouldn't. I loved Fang with all my heart, but Iggy rocked my world the night before. They were an incredible combination.
There was a knock at the door. Fang and I looked at each other, panicked.
"Don't come in!" Fang yelled, waking Iggy.
Nudge came in anyway, frantically saying, "Fang, wake up! Max and Iggy are miss-" She stopped dead in her tracks.
"Shut the door!" Fang yelled.
Nudge stood staring with her mouth hanging open.
Poking his head up and yawning, Iggy asked, "What's going on?"
Nudge still stood staring. "You guys are gross," she finally deadpanned. "I'm going to be scarred for life."
"Then you'd better close your eyes," Iggy told her, "'cause I'm getting up to go to the bathroom."
It was then that it occurred to me, we were all still nude, though the naughty bits were covered up. Poor Nudge, she really did get an eye full.
True to his word, Iggy shamelessly threw off the sheet, climbed out of bed and walked, naked, to the bathroom. Not only did Nudge not close her eyes, she watched him until the bathroom door closed.
"Did I already say you guys are gross?" she asked. Though the expression on her face was definitely not one of disgust. "I'll tell Angel and Gazzy that you went out flying or something. They're downstairs waiting for Iggy to make breakfast."
"Be right there," Iggy called from inside the bathroom.
Nudge started to leave, her curiosity not allowing herself to tear her gaze from Fang's bare torso. Who could blame her?
Fang couldn't resist teasing, "You wanna take a peek?" He held the edge of the sheet as if he were going to pull it away. Nudge blushed, as much as it would show through her own mocha shade. Snapped out of her trance, she stormed out of the room.
"That was cruel," I said. "Poor Nudge. She really may be scarred for life," I laughed.
"Either that, or she'll want to join us next time."
"Next time?" I asked. There was going to be a next time.
This was just a little tease. Most of the rest of the story will be told through flashbacks.