HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! Hope this helps everyone start the year out right…. :D!!! Sorry for the wait (I'm glad no one has shown up at my house, though there have been threats) but I had to torture some of my friends! R&R PUHLEEEZZEEE!!!

Disclaimer: admitting that I don't own MR hurts my heart, so see previous chapters.

MAX PoV

I checked the clock again. 11:02. I swear to God, Buddha, and whoever else that the universe is messing with me and slowing time down. Not cool, universe. NOT. COOL.

I couldn't just sit here anymore, so I decided that I should probably take a shower. Hot water usually helps me relax. I grabbed my toothbrush and headed for the bathroom down the hall. If you're wondering, I stopped leaving my toothbrush in the bathroom when I thought of how vulnerable it is to the seriously evil bird-kid maniacs living with us. Yeah, Iggy and Gazzy, I'm talking about you!

Anyway, I got in the shower and spent a ridiculously long time in there. Oddly enough, the harder I tried to relax and release the warm tangle in my lower stomach the more I imagined Fang joining me in here. Suffice to say, imagining the hot water rolling down Fang's body did NOT help me out. When I finally got out and had a towel wrapped nicely around me I scanned the bathroom for my imaginary pile of clothes.

Crap. Left my PJs in my room. Looks like I'm going back in a towel.

I hurried back down the hallway, praying that no one woke up and discovered me creeping toward my room, wrapped in nothing but a towel, when the door clicked behind me, my eyes flicked back to my clock.

11:54. Better hurry up then.

When I took my next step forward, though, I felt strong arms wrap around me, and a voice whispered in my ear, "The towel's a nice touch. It'll take less time." And with that, Fang pressed his lips to my neck and ripped the towel off of me.

Trying really hard to relax and NOT snatch the towel back, I turned to face him and reach my hands up around his neck. "You're early. And still completely clothed. No fair!" I whispered as I reached up and kissed him. Then, grinning like a moron, I ripped his shirt right off of him.

Ha! NOW we're even!

That was about all I had time to think, because Fang growled (yeah, I melted inside and out) and snatched me up into his arms. My tongue explored his mouth as he rushed me to my bed. When I was laid down, he started kissing his way down my neck and to my boobs. He smiled at me again, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen them, and then leaned down to suck my nipple.

"Ooohh!" I whispered as my back arched toward him, we were now officially pressed together, and I could feel every curve of his body against mine.

Okay, the pants HAVE to go!

I reached down and clumsily undid his belt. When he realized what I was doing he looked up and examined my face. "Max," he whispered, "are you sure? Because if we go another step further, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself. I don't want – I can't hurt you."

As I stared at him, his midnight eyes burning with passion and caring all mixed up in one big fire. I could've cried. The realization that he was perfect for me – that no one would ever be as good as him hit me all over again, and I pushed myself up onto my elbows to kiss him. "Yes, Fang. I'm absolutely sure." I felt him smile against my lips, and we resumed our frenzy.

I undid his pants, all other ideas of doting on each other forgotten. There would be other times for making love, but I needed him. Right. Friggin. Now.

Fang repositioned himself above me, and he leaned down to kiss me deeply on the lips as he thrust into me. I saw spots, and it took me a second to readjust myself to him. He was just so freakin BIG and I'd obviously never done this before. He waited patiently, studying me with his deep dark eyes.

"Max, I love you," He whispered. My eyes snapped to his face. I'd waited so long to hear him say it, and I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it. I enjoyed the moment for, well, a moment, but my – ahem – more pressing needs were starting to overwhelm me.

"Fang, I love you, too," I whispered back, then kissed him like I've never kissed him before. As I leaned back, I smiled widely at him, "Now fuck me. Hard."

He grinned back at me, lighting up the entire room, "Yes, Ma'am!"

He pulled almost all of the way out of me, then thrust back in. We started up a rhythm – him plunging into me and me rising to meet him. The room was filled with the slapping of our skin against each other and our rising duet of moans, each one louder than the previous one. I felt myself starting to tighten around him, my back arching as he pounded into a spot that felt sooooooo good. My hands reached up and braced themselves against his bare shoulders, my nails were sure to leave marks.

I was tightening, and he was picking up the pace. We fit together perfectly – better than I could have ever imagined.

I felt it coming, building in both of us. As we hit the last stretch and we raced to the finish line, Fang's wings extended a little beyond his back.

Yes, I was being fucked out of my mind by a dark angel. And a damn sexy one at that!

With one final, deep thrust I screamed "FANG!" just as he was yelling "MAX!" we rode out our orgasms. I haven't felt that high since that laughing gas that Mom had given me, and this time I actually enjoyed it.

We spent a couple of minutes just lying in each other's arms. This was it – this was the most perfect moment I could possibly imagine. I looked down at my body, covered in a light sheen of sweat, and grinned up at Fang.

"What?" he asked lightly, a smile playing at his lips.

I sighed dramatically and glared at him, "I have to take another shower! And it's all your fault!" I got up and started toward the door. Halfway there, his arms wrapped around me again.

"Mind if I join you?" he whispered in my ear.

As if he didn't already know the answer!

Hope you liked it!!! Once again: R&R!!