AN: You all probably thought I forgot, but this story is my long winded baby.

PS: This chapter is rated mature for.. well, you know. ;)

"Please?" Maxie asked Spinelli, holding out her hand and pouting her lips.

"The Jackal specifically recalls asking you if you wanted your own bag of godly sustenance," Spinelli groused as he held his barbecue chips away from Maxie's small, deviously wicked hands.

"That's not fair! I wasn't hungry then," Maxie whined as she adjusted her skirt on Jason's couch.

"You sound like a four year old," Spinelli laughed. Maxie glared at him, and he couldn't help but find it amusing. "Oh, come on Marvelous Maxie. What are you going to do?"

Maxie arched one of her eyebrows and smiled a smile Spinelli could only assume was wrought from pure, unadulterated evil. His heart sank in his chest and his laughter faltered. Scanning her eyes he tried to interpret her first move, but couldn't tell for the life of him what was going through her mind.

Leaning forward she brushed her lips against his softly, and as soon as he let his guard down he felt her hands travel up his sides and she began to tickle him. Spinelli yelped and jerked away from her and Maxie cackled as she continued her torture.

"M-Mah-Maxie! The Ja-Ja-ckal surrenders!" Spinelli choked out. "M-Me-ercy!"

Maxie now leaned over Spinelli's form, which was laying across the couch and popped a chip into her mouth triumphantly. Spinelli glanced up at her, remembering his promise to himself and now seemed like a good a time as any.

Quickly The Jackal rolled her under him and looked down at her. Maxie Mine blinked curiously up at him, a smile playing coyly on the corners of her lips.

"Spin, what's going on with you?" Maxie laughed and Spinelli rolled his eyes. Couldn't a guy make a girl squeak without her laughing at him?

Spinelli lowered his lips to the ivory column of her throat and began to place soft kisses up it, his tongue darting out and warm breath sticking to her skin. Spinelli inhaled her scent and it made him lightheaded. He began to kiss her pulse, reveling in the feel of the beat against his lips and smiled secretly when she titled her head to give him access.

Taking her earlobe in his teeth he bit down gently and felt Maxie shift her hips against him. Spinelli wondered about the stretching properties of denim as she wiggled again. His tongue cleverly traced the shell of her ear and he began kissing back down to her jaw.

Maxie's hands began to travel up Spinelli's back and he grabbed them, pining them above the blond hair he so coveted. She looked confused at him and Spinelli shook his head, hoping he had not taken it too far.

"Not until I say so, Maxie Mine," he whispered against her beautifully pink lips.

"I'll be good," Maxie promised innocently.

"Somehow The Jackal has a hard time picturing that," he said.

Spinelli's hand traveled under her t-shirt. The skin of her belly was soft and tempting, and he made a circle around her bellybutton with his thumb. His fingers began to crawl up her delicate ribcage and he sought her eyes with his, silently asking her if this was okay. She nodded a little, and her teeth sunk down deliciously into her bottom lip as his index finger traced the curve of her right breast. Her breathing hitched and stuttered, and then he gently plucked on her nipple which was insistently poking through her bra against his palm. She moaned, all breathy and soft and Spinelli's groin tightened painfully at the sound. He repeated his actions on her other breast, her noises getting louder as he kissed her neck.

Maxie skirt has ridden up her thighs as she had opened them to make room for Spinelli on top of her. His slightly calloused fingers sneaked slowly up the silky skin, and Maxie's hips bucked of their own accord. The movement brought Spinelli's hand hard against the material of her panties and that's when he heard it.

Maxie Jones squeaked.

Then when he leaned down to kiss her again he heard a squeak of a different nature. Whipping his head around he saw Stone Cold covering his eyes with his hand.

"God, you two! Not on my couch! I have to sit there!" Spinelli dropped his head and began laughing against Maxie's neck. Maxie too was laughing, as musical as church bells. Jason turned and left muttering about buying a new couch and Spinelli helped Maxie up, the moment still beautiful but lost on the wind.