The Only One

A/N: Hey everybody. I decided I wanted to try my hand at a MaxRide fic. I don't own any characters, only the story line. Thanks to marauder05 and DANZNQUEEN who helped me come up with chapter titles. Read and Review.

His lips pressed against mine and his tongue trailed over my teeth. A moment before we had been arguing about moving the flock again.

I came up for air and brushed my blonde hair out of my face. Fang's dark eyes roved over my body, taking in every inch and every curve. His chest was heaving.

I looked behind me and through the window. Gazzy and Angel were asleep on the couch. Angel's head was in Iggy's lap and Nudge was reading aloud. None of them had noticed our moment of romantic frustration.

"Max," Fang whispered. He didn't sound angry.

I turned to look at him and he reached for my hand. I didn't let him take it.

"Let's go flying," I said, unfurling my wings.

It was a cool night. Summer was beginning to give way to fall. The days were getting shorter and the leaves were starting to change colors. The sky was clear and millions of stars lit our path. But I had no idea where we were going.

After an hour of flying, with Fang navigating and not telling me where we were heading, we landed in a small grove of trees. Fang touched down first and began to look around. We'd had some trouble with Ari and the other Erasers recently and everyone was on edge.

"If they know where we are then its best if we move the camp," I said, my eyes also scanning the forest.

"Let's forget about that. I didn't bring you here to argue more," Fang said, a small smirk on his face.

"You didn't?" I asked. He shook his head, took my hand, and pulled me towards him.

A light breeze rustled the leaves, causing me to shiver. I was wearing a light blue tank top and loose jeans. My feet were bare and the mossy ground was squishy against my toes.

Fang released my hand and pulled off his jacket, revealing strong arms and perfect, tanned skin. He draped the jacket over my shoulders and turned me around.

Our eyes met and an electric shock went through me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, humming softly. Did I mention he's tone deaf?

What's with him? I thought, but I didn't really want to know. I was seeing a completely different side of Fang and I didn't want to lose the moment.

I rested my head on his chest and my arms circled his neck. We swayed back and forth in the moonlight. His humming was our symphony.

"I love you, Max," he whispered into my ear.

I looked up at him, shocked by his words. The boy that I had known since birth, the bird brother who was always there, the crush who broke my heart by kissing another girl. All of that faded away when I looked into his eyes and realized that he wasn't joking.

"I love you, too," I said, kissing him.

He was the only one I'd ever needed. He was the only one I'd ever wanted; the only one I constantly relied on. I was seventeen, in love, and living with my family. What could go wrong?

I felt his hands in my hair and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and he smelled like the smoke from a camp fire. His jacket slipped off my shoulders and we tripped over each other's feet as he backed me into a tree.

"Ouch!" I yelped when my head hit the wood.

"I'm sorry," Fang said, backing away.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me again. He kissed my hair, then my lips, and backed off again.

My head was telling me to slow down as I watched him remove his shirt, but my heart was telling me to go along for the ride.

Be careful, Max, the voice warned.

I tuned it all out as I ran my fingers through his soft, black hair and as our kisses became more intense.

I was seventeen and the love of my life had finally told me he felt the same. There was no slowing down.