I want you

By Rhasa

Rating: T

Part 2

Disclaimer: Not mine. Eglee and Cameron et al. No money being made, and no infringement intended.

Author's Note:

Okay this story was to be a stand alone, but after all those emails and reviews that begged me for another instalment, here is part 2. Oh and I made some minor changes to part one (very subtle). You don't have to re read that if you don't want but I think it helps the flow of the story if you do.

I want you (part 2)

By Rhasa

….. Taking advantage of her speechlessness, Alec moved closer still. "Max," he growled, " what would you say, if I told you 'I want you'?"

Max felt as if she was in a vacuum. She couldn't breathe. She could hear and feel her heart pounding frantically as Alec reached up and rested an arm on the monitor bank behind her, effectively trapping her against the equipment. Looking into his eyes she sensed something wild, something dangerous, a challenge. Question was: would she allow herself to rise to the bait?

"I'd say…" she began, before pausing to lick her suddenly, incredibly dry lips. "If you were to really tell me that," she stopped to look around and make sure that they were still alone as they had been for the past half hour. "If you were really to say that to me, then……I'd say…… I want you too."

"What?" he asked in disbelief.

Max took a moment to look at him more closely. Flicking from eye to eye, she told him "The fact is: I always have – wanted you that is. Since the moment we first met."

"M- Max-" a shocked Alec stuttered, unable to fully comprehend what she had just told him.

"Since that night when you first came into my cell at Manticore - with that devilish grin of yours," she said as she raised a hand to cup his cheek, only to bring it down to caress his front through his shirt. "When you took off your shirt and I saw that hard, perfectly toned chest and abdomen of yours-"

"Ahh." Alec half moaned, half sighed at her touch.

Taking a deep breath, she continued. "With those incredible pecs and biceps-"she said as squeezed his arm.

"You're not in heat are you?" he asked, jokingly, trying to break the sexual tension that was building between them.

"With your hair all spiky and those golden green eyes…..," she sighed, as she remembered. "But I think it was your integrity that first sold me on you," she continued. "The fact that on that first night you went against your orders-"

"Max, please-"he pleaded, as he swallowed hard.

"So much has changed since that night, Alec," she told him while looking up into his eyes again. "You are so different. And looking back, knowing you the way I do now, I just want you to know a truth. That pushing you away in that cell – well, it was against everything that I was truly feeling inside. A part of me didn't really want to. But, I didn't know you then and you were sent from Manticore. I couldn't let myself just give in Alec-"

"It's okay. You don't have to-"he began to tell her as he shifted his position and went to place his hands on her hips.

"No. I do," she stilled him "It's time. Just let me say this. Let me get it out, before I lose my nerve. It hasn't been easy in Terminal City these last few months. I know you've noticed me, noticing you. Those looks you send me. I haven't been imagining them have I?"

"No. I……."he began, looking down trying to compose whatever it was that he needed to say next.

But she beat him to it. "I want you, Alec. I can't deny it any longer. I've tried. Do you know how hard it's been for me to keep my distance? For all this time, I've fought it-"

Alec looked up. Her words a little too familiar. A thought dawning on him. "Max-"he said her name with suspicion.

"No. Hear me out. For once, just let me do the talking. I think deep down you always known how I feel about you."

"Max!" He took a step backwards, before she grabbed his arm to stop him.

"And because of what you've just told me," she rushed, as he struggled against her grip. "Because of what we've both admitted here just now, I'm not afraid any longer. It hasn't been easy in Terminal City these last few months. I know you've noticed me, noticing you. Those looks you send me-"

"Oh come on!" Alec yelled, as he threw her hand off him, and turned to walk away, realising both her deception and his mistake.

Undeterred, Max continued. "Alec, I want you. I need you," she mocked. "But let's not wait 'til we get back home. Take me. Right now. Here on the command centre table," she exaggerated as she pointed to the wooden surface before them.

Taking a few more steps away from her, trying to get his breathing under control, he threw over his shoulder, "You're cruel. You know that?"

Max stood there with a smug look on her face. "Had you going for second there, didn't I?"

"You had nothing," he told her in a hurt voice.

"Oh yeah. I had you. There was a definite look of panic on your face."

"Panic? Panic? There was no panic," he said emphatically.

"Oh yes there was," she giggled.

Coming back to face her, he pinned her with a look. "Just for the record, I was not panicking, Max."

"If you say so," she said smugly.

Realising he couldn't really convince her this way, he changed tactic. "I'll admit that I was a little surprised-"

"See-"she mocked him.

"But that only lasted a second, because I was on to you."

"You were on to 'nothing'," she asserted.

"And the only reason I was surprised, albeit for a split second, was – well – was – because-," he hesitated. 'Well, I was amazed that you could have articulated such feelings," his argument coming out as if he had only just thought of it.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she spat.

Feeling like he was on to a good thing, he continued. "Well, face it, Max. You not exactly the type of person that would be described as 'passionate'," he said smugly.

"What?"

"All those things you were saying, well if I was at all 'surprised', then it would only be because they sounded so 'passionate'. Which you're not. Hence, my temporary surprise," he babbled, trying to shift the focus of their verbal attack onto her.

"I am so passionate!" she retorted like a child.

"Really?" he goaded her.

"Yes. I'm passionate about many things."

"That so," he said unconvincingly, while enjoying the rise he had gotten out of her.

Feeling truly indignant now, Max couldn't help herself. "I'm passionate… about….. about - well, Terminal City for one thing."

"Yeah, I guess you could argue that, your devotion to T.C. has never really been questioned-"

"That's right," she said emphatically. "And I'm passionate about all of T.C's inhabitants."

"Uh huh," Alec muttered nonchalantly.

"And I'm passionate about other things," she said a little quieter.

"They're all good things, there, Max. Without question. But they're just. 'Things'."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that you're passionate about 'things' when you should be passionate about certain 'people'. When's the last time you felt passionate about a person, Max?"

"Well, ummm….. Logan-"

"Logan was 'literally' years ago. I'm talking about recently."

"I don't have to tell you-"she began getting incredibly angry.

"See. I knew it."

"No. wait I –," she thought for a second, wondering how her little payback joke has gotten them into a discussion about her passion. "What has this got to do with anything, again?"

"I told you that the only reason why I may have shown just the littlest bit of surprise when you said the things that you said was because I found the things that you said to be so unlike you because you are not the type of person to be passionate about another person which is what you were sounding like – hence the surprise," he rushed in one breath.

After reflecting on his words for a moment or two, she told him, "Nice try."

"What do you mean?"

"You certainly do have the gift of the gab," she told him.

"And why would you think that," he asked her.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Hurt me?" he queried. "What do you mean hurt me?"

"My little joke. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings so much that you had to defend your reaction by attacking my quote 'lack of passion'," she told him.

"Is that what you think I was doing?"

"It's obvious," she shrugged.

"Now look at who is trying to change the subject," he said.

"The fact is, Alec, that I scared you when I came on to you."

"You did nothing of the sort," he rebuffed.

"I think I intimidate you. You pretty much admitted it."

"How so?"

"You can dish it out, but you just can't take it."

"Is that so," he challenged, his voice dangerous.

"Yeah," she said smugly feeling as if she had finally won the round.

"Well how about this for intimidation then," he said as he took three huge steps towards her, grabbed her by the waist and slammed his lips on hers.

Realising perhaps half a second too late that he was probably endangering, at the very least certain parts of his anatomy or at most his very life, by kissing Max, Alec decided what the hell and deepened the kiss, only to be completely surprised when instead of a knew to the groin Max kissed him back.

Digging his hands into her hair, Alec angled her closer so he could improve the experience. Max responding in kind by tightening her arms around his neck. Their kiss only ending after five minutes when the need for air forced them apart.

"Is that the kind of response you get from people you usually intimidate?" Alec asked as he tried to recover his breathing.

'See, I told you I've got passion," she retorted.

"You're unbelievable, do you know that?" he said, confused about what had just happened and annoyed that she didn't appear to be as shaken as he was.

"Ditto," she said casually.

"I can see that you'll do anything to prove a point."

"Just about," she replied.

"Okay, I'll give. Round one goes to you," he said with a bow.

"So there'll be more?"

"If you're game," he told her.

"I'm still game," she said, while folding her arms in front of her and leaning on one hip.

He paused, then threw her a wink before turning on his heel and leaving the command centre. Once he was out of the door, Max, turned away and secretly brought her fingertips up to brush against her lips, allowing herself to remember how his own lips had felt against hers, before whispering to herself, "Bring it on, pretty boy."

The end…. I think.

Author's Note:

I was thinking that maybe this could be a series renamed as "War of Words" but I really don't know where to go from here. So I'll give that one some more thought. Of course I don't think Max would really be unflustered as she appeared to be if Alec kissed her like that – I know I wouldn't – but that's the fun of fanfic. It's been so long since I updated anything, please review.

Til next time Sarah aka Rhasa.