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WOOT!!! This is it!!! The end!!!
I'd like to thank those of you who stuck with me through it!!! I have been inspired to write more Fax as I come up with it in my twisted psyche.
So, yeah, here it is and enjoy!!!
Warning!!! Slightly smuttyish towards the end, but nothing that'll blind you! I just imply sex! ; - )
The inspiration for the chapter is a proposal gone horribly wrong, hence the name Murphy's Law, meaning everything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
This takes place 8 months after last chapter, a full year after Fang dragged his cute little butt home.
Fang: Did . . . did you just call my butt . . . uh, "cute"?
WallyWest: Why yes. Yes I did.
Fang: Uhm, ok, that's not creepy at all . . .
IGGY POV
"Ugh, Ig, I . . . I dunno if I can do this . . . Too many people . . . Way too stressful . . ."
I looked incredulously over in Fang's general direction. "You're kidding, right?" I dropped my voice. "You're a genetic hybrid who spent the first ten years of your unnatural life being experimented on, the next four years on the run and in hiding, and then the next seven years exactly the same as the first ten. Dude, you freaking died and yet you find looking for an engagement ring for the love of your life to be just too dang stressful?!"
"Well, when you put it that way . . ."
"For god sake, man!"
"What? It's not my fault! Mall's creep me out!"
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "You're screwed in the head, Fang."
"No, really?" he sniped back sarcastically.
I ran my fingers over the rings on the counter in front of me. "What about this one?" I picked it up and held it out to him. It was just a single good-sized diamond in the middle of a band (the clerk said these were silver).
"I don't know, it's too . . . blah. I want it to be really special."
"'Blah' . . . now would that be from "Webster's Dictionary" or . . ."
"Shut up."
I smirked and turned back to the jewelry.
An hour later, we still stood there, trying to figure out which ring Max would wear the rest of her life. I stood bent in half at the waist with my forehead on the rapidly heating glass of the counter. "Urgh . . . Fang . . ." I groaned. This was just ridiculous.
"Iggy."
"For the love of Pete, what?!"
"I found it."
I could hear the excitement in his voice as I yanked my head up. "Lemme feel." He put it on my palm and I ran my fingers over the cool metal. It was a thicker band with a sizeable diamond in the center, flanked by wings engraved onto the surface.
"Aw, Fang. . ."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. Perfect."
MAX POV
1 week later
"Look, Angel, I realize this is the nicest restaurant in the freaking state, but do I honestly have to wear a dress," I whined as I looked at myself in the mirror (I was clad in a strapless red dress that conveniently hid my wings).
Yes, the great and terrible Maximum Ride was whining.
She gave me a huge grin. "Trust me, Max. You do." She shot me a look and left the room.
I frowned after her. "What's that supposed to mean?" I called after her. "Angel? ANGEL!" I sighed and closed my eyes. Something was going on here.
I suddenly felt strong arms wrap themselves around my waist from behind and a warm breath against my neck.
"God, you look amazing . . ." he whispered, his lips skimming across my skin.
I opened my eyes and rested my arms against his. I hugged him back briefly then pulled away. I turned to look at him, my eyebrows raised. "Hmm, you're one to talk." He was dressed about the same as he was at Nudge's graduation, except his shirt was a dark green and he wore a black leather jacket. I rested my hands on his hips and gave him a sadistic grin. "You look rather sexy yourself, if I do say so myself."
He grinned--god that smile gets me every time--and pressed his lips to mine. "Come on, we should get going . . ."he whispered, then grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.
We walked down the driveway to the car. It had stopped raining a few hours ago, and the world smelled fresh and wonderful . . . or maybe that was just eau de Fang.
The drive to the restaurant was only about 20 minutes, but we couldn't find a spot to park. We ended up parking 6 blocks away, and having to walk on a sidewalk so narrow we had to walk one in front of the other. One block away from where we parked, a car sped by, right through a great big puddle. I was fine, but . . .
"Son of a bitch!"
I turned to look at Fang. His sexy leather jacket was ruined by the ickishly muddy water. He shook his head and pulled it off, then put it in the car.
But everything went downhill from there. It was a NIGHTMARE!
We got to the restaurant and it seemed that some idiot hadn't properly taken down our reservation. That took an hour to sort out. Then we were seated at the smallest table in the back by the kitchens.
We ordered our food, and then Fang was holding my hands over the cramped table. He looked really nervous. "Max . . ." he began uneasily.
"Holy crap! Fang, you're on fire!"
And indeed he was. His sleeve had caught fire from the candle. I immediately grabbed my water glass and dumped on his arm.
We both chuckled uncomfortably. We both realized the whole date was going completely south. Then the food came, and we thought maybe, just maybe, everything would get better . . . until the waiter tripped and all the food went flying onto Fang's lap.
While Fang cleaned up in the bathroom, I rubbed my temples. I thought about how absolutely horrible this was going and why the hell was Fang acting nervous? Wait a second, was he going to . . . nah, no, of course not, he couldn't be!
Fang came back and then so did the food about 10 minutes after him.
We started eating and it tasted fantastic. I had ordered paella, this rather tasty seafood dish, and all was looking up.
Until my throat closed up, that is.
FANG POV
"Uh, Max, sweetie, are you alright?" She was grabbing at her throat and her eyes were watering.
"Can't . . . can't breath," she forced out.
9-1-1 was quickly dialed, and within a few minutes the ambulance had arrived. I held her hand as the drove to the hospital. Despite Max's objections, they injected her with something, and then strapped an oxygen mask to her face.
"Is she allergic to anything?" one of the EMT's barked at me.
"Uh, no, not that we know of . . ."
"What did she have for dinner?"
"Um, I think it's called . . . paella?"
They exchanged looks.
"What?" I barked back.
"Well, she's having an allergic reaction. Probably to the shellfish."
We finally arrived at the hospital and the emergency room was surprisingly empty. Max was improving, and they got her quickly to a bed and a doctor came to check up on her.
Turns out the EMT's were right. Allergic reaction to shellfish. Who'd a thunk it? Those silly scientists engineered her to fly at over 200 mph, but forgot to get rid of a teensy little allergy.
The doctor finished his exam and told us that she'd only have to stay a few more hours for observation, and then we could go home.
She was feeling a lot better thanks to the bird DNA and our advanced healing. She was sitting up as I held her hand. "Aw, Max, I'm sorry this got so screwed up." I told her earnestly.
"It's not your fault," she smiled.
"I know, but tonight was supposed to be really special!"
"Why?"
"This is probably the worst time and place for this but . . . I don't think I can ever work up the courage to ever ask again."
"What're you . . ." her voice died in her throat as the black velvet box appeared opened in my hand.
"Max . . . will you . . . marry me?"
MAX POV
Holy crap, holy crap, HOLY CRAP!!!
I stared at him in a state of complete shock. The feeling slowly came back to my face and I whispered "yes" through half-numb lips.
The single biggest grin I'd ever seen in my life split his face as he slid the ring onto my finger. I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up for a kiss.
We got home at around 3 in the morning. Obviously, everyone was now asleep. As soon as the door closed, I shoved him against the wall, pressing my lips hard against his. He caught me by the waist and reciprocated . . . very well. God, he was such a good kisser.
I realized his clothes were still damp from . . . previous incidents. I stood on my tiptoes so my lips were mere centimeters from his ear and whispered seductively, "We should get you upstairs and out of those . . . wet things . . ."
It took all I had not to cry out as he scooped me up bridal style and ran up to our room, taking the stairs three at a time.
As son as we were through the door, he shut and locked it and put me on the floor, up against said door, his lips covering mine. His hands were on my hips, holding me close as his lips dropped to my neck.
My hands shot up and began unbuttoning his shirt. As the first two came undone, I kissed and nipped at his chest, seeing as that was the only place I could reach. My fingers paused on the buttons halfway down as his lips found the spot directly behind my ear, making me shiver pleasantly.
I finished with the troublesome buttons and slid my hands slowly up his rock-hard body to his muscular shoulders, and slid the shirt off his strong arms. His hands let go, only for a brief second, then came back to my hips, pulling me tighter against him than he ever had before, my hands running along his well-developed six pack.
My lips came to the hollow spot in the center of his collar bone, my teeth lightly grazing his skin, and he momentarily stopped his assault on my neck, dropping his overheated face onto my bare shoulder with a quiet moan. I dug my fingers into his sides as I rested my forehead on his chest. Both of us were severely out of breath.
His lips skimmed up the side of my neck to my ear. "I love you so much, Max," he whispered so softly I barely heard him. "You're so beautiful . . ."
I turned my face up to his, and I captured his lips again in a fevered kiss.
He pulled me off the door a bit, his fingers going to the zipper on my dress. He pulled back and looked me in the eyes as though making sure this was really alright. Instead of answering him with words (which, by the way, would have been "hell yes"), I attacked his mouth with my own, biting on his lower lip.
He got the message, and slowly pulled the zipper down. My dress fell, pooling at my feet. He pulled one of my legs up around his waist, quickly followed by the other. He carried me over to our bed, falling backwards onto it so I was straddling him. I pulled my hands out of his hair down to his hips where I skillfully undid his belt, and then the zipper of his pants, before pulling them down and off in one fell swoop, leaving him in nothing but black boxers.
We continued kissing for a bit before he flipped us so he was on top. He nuzzled lovingly against my neck, and I turned my head to kiss the tip of his nose.
God, I love him so much.
I woke up the next morning, clad only in a sheet and Fang's arms, both of which were wrapped tightly around me.
I looked up at him and smiled. Last night had been pretty damn amazing.
By some magical feat of god, I managed to carefully pull out of his arms without waking him, and crept over to the adjoining bathroom where I cleaned up in the shower and put on a clean set of jammies.
When I came out, he was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The sheet covered nothing but his waist, and he had one hand behind his head, and the other draped across his stomach.
We grinned at one another as I came out, and then I went to lie down next to him on the bed. As I did so, one of his strong arms snaked out to pull me snugly against his side.
"What're you thinking about?" I whispered to him.
"How you are the most amazing girl on this planet," he whispered back.
I gave him a withering look. "I was being serious."
He gave me a look of pure love. "So was I."
We stayed like that for a really long time. After a while, we went downstairs, hand in hand, Fang now clothed in dark plaid p.j. bottoms and nothing else.
We walked into the kitchen where Iggy was cooking breakfast.
"Morning, Ig," Fang said quietly with a small smile.
Iggy turned and gave us a look of pure and utter disgust, shaking his head.
"What?" I asked, feeling rather amused, seeing as I had a pretty good idea of what was wrong.
"Shameful," he muttered as he turned back to the stove. "Y'know, Max, you can say 'yes' without scarring the rest of the household." he told me matter-of-factly. He shook his head again. "Just shameful."
I'm just about crying now cuz i don't want this to end!!!
I want to thank all of you, my lovelies, who have stuck by me through everything in this story!!!
I love you all and Merry Christmas!!!!