This is it, guys. You've been great! Thanks for the reviews and I'm looking forward to your thoughts on this chapter! It's really really really long I know! I couldnt figure out where to split it so I didnt. Read & Review :) Warning, LEMON! hehe... Thanks, MaximumFangness!

The flight back was charged with electricity. They flew fast, but not as fast as they could. A brush of Fang's feathers on Max's wings sent a shiver up her spine.

When they landed, they were facing one another, smiles upon their faces, the warm Floridian wind rushing around them. Fang led Max into the suite, shutting the door behind them. He paused in a moment of semi-uncertainty, then pulled her close and lowered his lips to hers. The kiss was intermittently fast, then slow, soft then hard, urgent then soothing. They stood back, both amused by the nerves they could sense in the other.

"Do you want a minute?" Fang asked and gestured toward the bathroom. Max nodded and left him.

As she shut the door, she turned to face the mirror. She looked the same, but she felt different. She wondered how she would feel about herself once they'd slept together. She quickly splashed some water on her face, applied deodorant and spritzed on some perfume. She looked down, taking stock of herself. She was ready; she decided and went to the door. As a second thought, she removed her shoes and socks and tucked them behind the door, then left the room. She found Fang sitting on the corner of the bed in their bedroom.

"Hey," she said nervously, as she sat beside him. He smiled at her, but didn't say anything. The silence was awkward, so she squirmed a little, trying to make herself more comfortable.

Fang rose, and turned so that he stood facing her. She looked up at him, as he bent down. Their lips met, and things seemed to get started. They kissed, and as they did he eased her backward, until her back was flush with the bed. She wrapped her arms delicately around his neck.

"You smell good," he mumbled against her neck, making her laugh. She eased herself back further so that they were both resting fully on the bed. Their eyes met, and she could read the desire in his eyes as easily as she could feel it in herself. He would go slowly for her, she knew so she wasn't worried anymore. He sat up a little, lifting one leg over hers so that he straddled her. She nibbled his lip lightly; one thing that she knew made him a little crazy. His fingers traced circles over her hip bones, as his hands crept beneath her shirt. Before he went any further, he reared back, peeling his shirt up over his head, and throwing it to the floor.

Max was once again startled by the magnitude of attraction she felt to his chiseled figure. She suspected he was aware of it, because he caught her eye, and grinned smugly. She reached out to him, drawing his body to hers, his lips to her mouth. His hands resumed those lazy circles over and around her hip bones. She gave it a minute, then reached down to the hem of her shirt. Fang batted her hand away, and taking the edge of it himself, he drew her out of it.

Flesh to flesh, Max felt her heartbeat race and her temperature rise. She swallowed hard against the dryness in her throat as Fang kissed down the length of her neck. She slid her hands up and down his back, feeling the skin, smooth and taut under her hands. A hand under Max's hip, Fang flipped them so that she was on top. Max remained straddling his form as she slid herself down around his thighs, watching his face to see what he liked. She ran her hands, open palmed over his chest, his abs, to where his hips narrowed, and back up again. A devilish hint in her eyes, she lowered her mouth to his chest, felt his muscles tighten. She left hot damp kisses down to his navel. His hands, previously unoccupied, found her waist again and massaged her sides. She arched a little at this, no longer trying to hide what pleased her. His hands edged around the bottom of her bra, but she grabbed them, and held them away before he could reach the clasp. It was something they'd done before, but she needed a minute first. She took his hands and kissed them lightly across the knuckles. Her eyes never left his. Fang felt a noise rise to his throat, but held it back.

Still holding his hands, Max rolled over onto her side. Fang traced patterns along her skin, leaving trails of nerves on fire. Max flipped onto her back, inviting him to take control once more.

He traced the cleft of her breasts with his knuckle, and she arched her back, now inviting him to remove the article. He undid the clasp, leaving the loose bra where it lay for coverage. His mouth found hers again as he eased it away. She wrapped her arms around him, not over her chest like she used to when he first exposed her. His hands crept up to tease the pointed nubs of each breast. Max got shivers, but not ones that indicated she was cold. There was a definite heat emanating from inside her now.

As Fang continued to tease and toy with her chest, she slipped her hands lower to undo the button and zipper of his pants. He looked up at her, eyes searching her face. He helped her ease him out of the pants. Dressed in nothing but his boxers now, his arousal was evident. Max blushed, and looked sideways at first, the slowly turned back to him. He kissed her again, letting her ease into their new situation. She made no move to discover the newly revealed area, so he straddled her waist once again, focusing his attention on her upper half.

The sight of Fang, so close to bare, and so well, hard, almost overwhelmed Max. She was afraid to look at it, as she didn't want to seem as if she were gawking at some foreign object. Soon however, her own pants began to irritate her.

"Fang," she said to get his attention. She was surprised at the husky tone in her voice. He looked up, and that same naked desire was evident. She gestured toward the button of her jeans, and reached down to undo it herself.

Unlike Max, Fang was not embarrassed as he peeled the jeans from her skin. He devoured every inch of her with his eyes, making her blush hard. He took her ankles in each of his hands and massaged up to her thighs. Max reached out for him again, and kissed her urgently, sparking more and more desire within them both. Max slid her hands down Fang's back, reaching the band of his boxers. Fang gave her a quizzical look, asking her if she was ready.

She inhaled sharply but nodded. Fang, exhibiting the first nuance of modesty seemed to color a little as he slid the last article of clothing he had, off. Max did look this time, and, although it wasn't the first time she'd seen that part of a male anatomy (she'd seen pictures), it took her a little by surprise. It looked so smooth and enticing somehow. Max exhaled sharply. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath.

"Okay?" Fang questioned, and his voice seemed deeper. She nodded, running her hands up and down his chest, kissing his shoulder, up to his neck and down again as he returned his attention to her torso. Fang twisted, and unintentionally, the head of his cock brushed her underwear between her legs. Both of them gasped at the friction. Their eyes met, and they reached for the last remaining barrier at once. Sliding Max's underwear down past her ankles, they lay naked together. Fang reached over and pulled a condom out of the package in his suitcase. Slipping it on with only minimal difficulty, he caught Max's eye again. The desire wasn't gone, but it was now hidden behind something.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too." He kissed her. "Are you ready?" She nodded, and he positioned himself at her entrance.

"It'll hurt," he cautioned. "Tell me if you need to stop." She nodded again.

With that, he kissed her soundly and began to slip inside her. She felt no pain, until he was about a quarter of the way in. She began to stretch, slightly. The angle he entered her on brushed up against her clit, arousing her almost more than she could handle. She seemed to be floating, high above any source of pain.

Until he broke her.

The flash of pain was so sudden and so intense, a moan ripped from her throat. Fang stopped where he was, watching her face. Her features were twisted together, contorted in pain. He bent down and kissed her forehead, watching it ease a little.

He pressed himself a little further into the wet heat, stopping himself from driving into her, like his body seemed to need. Soon, she felt no pain as he slid in completely. Her eyes opened then, and met Fang's looking down at her. She saw nothing but love and desire held there. She raised her lips to his, and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Fang braced his hands on her hips and began rocking in and out slowly, but rhythmically. Max grabbed Fang's forearms for support as she rocked with him. Feeling the pressure build in her abdomen, Max's breathing quickened, and a small whimper escaped her lips. Ordinarily she would be embarrassed by now, but she was lost in the moment. Fang kept his movements steady as he watched her build to her release.

"Oh," Max cried as relief swept through her. The sensation shocked her and her eyes flew open, catching Fang's gaze.

Fang smiled at her, then buried his face in her neck. He continued to rock slowly until he succumbed to his own climax.

Pulling out of her as he softened, he let himself rest briefly before shifting onto his side, so that he lay next to her. Max's breathing had mostly returned to normal by then, (fast recovery time).

A silence settled over them. Max kept her eyes averted from Fang. He peered down at her, unsure of what to say. He lay his hand across her cheek and gently turned her toward him.

"Are you okay?" he asked earnestly. Max smiled at him.

"I am, yes. More than okay…Are you?"

"Perfect," he murmured and bent to kiss her again.

"I love you," she stated.

"I love you too, baby. How do you feel? Honestly."

"I don't know," she said and squirmed a little. She felt a little flash of pain. "A bit sore," she admitted.

"I'm sorry," Fang kissed her cheek. "Stay here for a minute."

"'Kay."

With that, he flung his legs over the bed, pulled on his boxers and left the room. She relaxed herself a little, and thought back over what had happened. She smiled, as she stretched languidly. She felt all…loose.

She heard the water start in the bathroom as Fang reappeared in the doorway. He smiled at her.

"I figured a bath might make you feel better."

He could be so cute sometimes, she thought and grinned at herself. She started to sit up, but stopped when the sheet began to slide off her body.

"Hurt that bad?" Fang asked, concerned. She didn't answer right away. It was stupid to be embarrassed about Fang seeing her now. But that rationale didn't really help her.

"No, I'm okay." She flushed as she sat up, keeping the sheet up as best she could. Fang caught on to what she was doing, and went to sit beside her.

"You know," he said quietly. "I've seen that part of you before. I'm quite fond of it." He took her chin and looked into her eyes. "You're beautiful to me, always. Don't hide yourself." He kissed her and stood, waiting for her to do the same. She smiled, her qualms assuaged and stood to follow him.

She caught Fang glancing at the bed, and looked to see a small red stain on the sheets. Embarrassed again, she flushed.

"Hm," she said.

"That was bound to happen," Fang said and took her hand. "My fault," he grinned playfully. Max laughed and rolled her eyes, slapping him softly on the shoulder. He brought her into the bathroom and got her settled in the tub.

"I'll give you some time," he said and shut the door behind him on his way out. He dressed quickly in his dress pants and pulled his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. Using the skills he'd learned from years of living without parents, he stripped the bed and put on new sheets. He put Max's suitcase up on the bed, fully intending to baby her for the rest of the night. As he walked into the living room, he heard the bathroom door click open, and Max walk into the bed room. Grinning to himself, he threw the sheets in the dirty laundry basket and went into kitchen.

That loose feeling had stayed with Max throughout her bath, and only ebbed a little now as she dressed. She noted the freshly made bed and thought of Fang. He was sooking her, she knew but it was okay. She enjoyed being sooked from time to time. She dressed quickly in pajama shorts and a tank top, smirking at the thought that she may never be cold again. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a muffled "Goddamn it," from the kitchen. She held back a giggle as she went to investigate.

"What'd you do?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Burned my hand," he smiled with chagrin. He held out a mug of hot cocoa for her.

"Thanks," she sipped at it.

"How you feeling?" he asked.

"All better," Max smiled.

They stood in silence for a moment, and then Fang put his cup down deliberately. He leaned back against the counter and held his arms out to her. She put her mug down and leaned into him, hugging him close.

"Thank you, Max," he said quietly.

"For?"

"Being with me. Everything."

"My pleasure," she joked. "Thank you, too."

Max kissed his shoulder, ran her nose up his neck and kissed his jaw. He claimed her lips with his own and kissed her softly, their lips moving together in silent whispers.

"Fang?" Max whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Take me back to bed…"

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