part III
Hey all! Remember that "series" I was working on early May? Well contrary to what you might think, I have been working on it since! I just don't have ready access to both my story, my computer, and the internet at the same time! So here's a part 3! I've got a new system for transfering the story from one computer to the other, so hopefully it'll go faster!
Title: Boss
Words: 560
Rating: PG, getting a little hot in here...
Author rating: 5/5 stars
She made it back to Terminal City without jumping anybody. She wasn’t in full-blown heat yet, so she had sense enough to not come onto the drug peddlers in the back alley, though she was breifly tempted to kick their asses and take their stash for herself. But her high tolerance would’ve made it futile, even if the drugs would’ve calmed her down instead of jacked her up, which she doubted. No, what Max needed was a good lay, and soon.
As she walked through the corridor of buildings in TC, she noticed no-one was outside except for sentries.
"What’s up?" she asked one of them, a green, web-toed and -fingered ‘nomlie presumably made for jungle attack.
"Town meeting," was the reply. "You better hurry, boss."
"Thanks," she replied. No matter how many times she asked these mutants not to call her "boss" they insisted on doing so. It was best to just let it go, so Max found her way into the parking garage where they always held their meetings. Inside, Mole was at a podium that had been built for these purposes. Anyone could have a turn, but only the person at the podium had the floor. This helped to make their meetings efficient and brief by limiting the number of people talking out of turn. Mole was finishing a biweekly supplies list, which would be approved by a selected budget committee, and then a third designated group went out and got the supplies.
Alec, of course, was a boon to this process. Despite what had happened over the last few months, he hadn’t lost a single contact. He could get anything and everything cheaper than the average shopper, so his job was to review the list and give his committee hookups. So far, he hadn’t screwed up.
"Hey, Maxie!" he greeted her cheerfully as the meeting ended. The tip of his nose bent down toward his radiant smile, as it had a habit of doing. God, he was gorgeous!
Max’s innocent smile faded from her lips as she realized with panic that she actually had that thought.
"Something wrong?" Alec asked, his own smile falling into his default smirk as he saw her eyes widen.
"No." She avoided his eyes and changed the subject. "I’ve got a job for you."
Alec recognized the dismissal and decided to use it to his advantage. "You sure you’re ok? You don’t look so good. Logan get his own virus?"
"I’m fine," was the instantaneous answer. Alec wasn’t sure why it was so damn fun to jerk Max around like this, but it was really amusing...as long as he didn’t take it too far. The glint in her eye and the way she tightened her hands into fists was warning him that he was already past "too far."
"I’m in," he told her. She smiled broadly and started to walk away.
"Don’t you even want to know what it is?" she asked after him.
Alec turned around and spread his arms. "Nope." Another smile, a wicked one. "I trust you, Boss."
Max was stopped from chasing after him and beating the smirk off his baby face by someone calling for her attention. Beating Alec would have to wait. And besides: the longer she was mad at him, the less inclined she was to want to breed with him. Right? She shuddered.
Title: Boss
Words: 560
Rating: PG, getting a little hot in here...
Author rating: 5/5 stars
She made it back to Terminal City without jumping anybody. She wasn’t in full-blown heat yet, so she had sense enough to not come onto the drug peddlers in the back alley, though she was breifly tempted to kick their asses and take their stash for herself. But her high tolerance would’ve made it futile, even if the drugs would’ve calmed her down instead of jacked her up, which she doubted. No, what Max needed was a good lay, and soon.
As she walked through the corridor of buildings in TC, she noticed no-one was outside except for sentries.
"What’s up?" she asked one of them, a green, web-toed and -fingered ‘nomlie presumably made for jungle attack.
"Town meeting," was the reply. "You better hurry, boss."
"Thanks," she replied. No matter how many times she asked these mutants not to call her "boss" they insisted on doing so. It was best to just let it go, so Max found her way into the parking garage where they always held their meetings. Inside, Mole was at a podium that had been built for these purposes. Anyone could have a turn, but only the person at the podium had the floor. This helped to make their meetings efficient and brief by limiting the number of people talking out of turn. Mole was finishing a biweekly supplies list, which would be approved by a selected budget committee, and then a third designated group went out and got the supplies.
Alec, of course, was a boon to this process. Despite what had happened over the last few months, he hadn’t lost a single contact. He could get anything and everything cheaper than the average shopper, so his job was to review the list and give his committee hookups. So far, he hadn’t screwed up.
"Hey, Maxie!" he greeted her cheerfully as the meeting ended. The tip of his nose bent down toward his radiant smile, as it had a habit of doing. God, he was gorgeous!
Max’s innocent smile faded from her lips as she realized with panic that she actually had that thought.
"Something wrong?" Alec asked, his own smile falling into his default smirk as he saw her eyes widen.
"No." She avoided his eyes and changed the subject. "I’ve got a job for you."
Alec recognized the dismissal and decided to use it to his advantage. "You sure you’re ok? You don’t look so good. Logan get his own virus?"
"I’m fine," was the instantaneous answer. Alec wasn’t sure why it was so damn fun to jerk Max around like this, but it was really amusing...as long as he didn’t take it too far. The glint in her eye and the way she tightened her hands into fists was warning him that he was already past "too far."
"I’m in," he told her. She smiled broadly and started to walk away.
"Don’t you even want to know what it is?" she asked after him.
Alec turned around and spread his arms. "Nope." Another smile, a wicked one. "I trust you, Boss."
Max was stopped from chasing after him and beating the smirk off his baby face by someone calling for her attention. Beating Alec would have to wait. And besides: the longer she was mad at him, the less inclined she was to want to breed with him. Right? She shuddered.