Hey everyone! Stardust here, and, by popular demand, I am extending A Goodnight Kiss, but I did, however finish Perfect. I am also working on A Different Kind of Princess and Hurt, adopted from ViridianLight. You can find a link to those chapters on my profile, and I am welcome to ideas for new stories and other chapters. You can PM me or review, since I check my reviews about every five minutes. Drink chai, live life, love FAX.

Disclaimer-I do not own Maximum Ride, even though I do have a thousand and one ideas, they are JP's.

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The shadows of everything in the room were lengthening, the setting sun just barely penatrated the thick curtians.

"Talk to me, Max." Fang commanded. He had noticed her being even edgier and more tightly wound than normal; but now, they were lying in his room, curled on the bed, completely letting their gaurds down.

"About what?" Was her snappy response.

"Max," he said, looking into her eyes, "you know that I hardly ever speak, So whatever I want to actually talk about must be important."

"You know, you are more than welcome to come down off of your high horse any time soon."

He grinned, "Nope, I'm very comfortable right where I am."

"I'll bet you are."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Back to the subject," Max was getting impatient, "what did you want to talk about?"

Fang sighed and tightened his arms ever so slightly around her, "Max, I want to talk about... us."

She tensed, "Fang..." she said warningly.

"Listen to me,"Fang suddenly flipped them over so he was on top of her, and gently held her face between his hands, looking into her eyes, "What do you feel for me? Why have you been so distant? Even Angel hasn't been able to get into your head..."

"You've had her get into my head?" Max was fuming, how dare Fang use the six-year-old mind reader to his advantage!

"No!" Fang was in a rush to explain, in the hopes that Max wouldn't murder him...or maim him too terribily bad, "Normally, Angel moniters everyone's thoughts. It's something I had her do after you got kidnapped."

"Don't you mean bird-napped?" Max grinned, knowing Fang hadn't meant to make her angry.

Fang let loose an inaudible sigh when he saw Max smile. It was just so dang cute that he had to smile back, which made Max's heart skip a few beats, though she would never admit it. Fang then rolled off her, and nuzzled his head into her neck, smiling.

"You're amazing, Max."

"You are too, Fang, but I don't want to rush this."

"I understand. But that doesn't mean I'm going to let you off that easy."

"I expected that."

Fang raised his head, looking her in the eyes with all seriousness. "Max, I have never opened up to anyone, anyone, but you. You are the most incredible person I know. You are the sweetest, the strongest, the most fearless, the smartest, the funniest, the most sarcastic, the maximum of all of us, human or avian-american. And I will always, always, love you."

"Fang, I think that is the most you have spoken at once, ever. I love you too. You are the most caring, fantastic, over-protective, and smart-alec-y person I have ever met. For an emo, you're pretty darn cool."

"How many times do I have to tell you I am not emo?" Fang smiled at her, not really caring about the jibe, just wanting to keep her talking so he could watch the way her mouth moved, as if pleading to be kissed.

"However many times it will take for me to listen," Max smirked, loving the routine of this age-old banter.

"Which means it's pointless, right?"

"Exactly."

And at the end of their conversation, the moon had risen high into the sky, illuminating everything with silver. Together, the girl of silver and ivory and the boy of obsidian, curled up and slept under the watchful eyes of the stars.