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And I need help getting my muse back in gear. So if you want a kiss (hee), drop me a comment. I'll take the first 10 (because I'm not always so great with the follow-through, dammit) requests. SPN, J2, DA and popslash only, please. So give me a pairing, and a short prompt (a word or two).

I won't get to these until tomorrow, because I have to (unfortunately) go to bed now. But kisses in the morning! Or at least at lunch time, work schedule permitting. :)

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twasadark.livejournal.com

Yay!!!! Okay - DA - Max/Alec, desperation

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mickeym.livejournal.com

Hope this works for you :)

Alec's just fallen into a good, deep sleep – burrowed under the covers and everything – when there's a knock on his door. Well, maybe 'knock' isn't the right term; it's more like someone hammering repeatedly, which would be annoying under the best of circumstances, but tonight only accentuates the pounding in his head.

Too much stuff to do lately, and not enough sleep or down time. Sure, transgenics are able to go longer, harder, further, but after a while, even super soldiers need a break. And now someone's trying to screw with Alec's hard-earned down time.

"Alec! Dammit, open up—"

Oh, perfect. Max. His own personal pain-in-the-ass.

"Alec, c'mon!" She pounds on the door again, voice rising to something shrill, full of need.

"Hold your horses," he snarls, yanking on the first pair of pants he stumbles over. He doesn't worry about little details like buttoning the fly up; if Max is going to wake him up in the middle of the night, she deserves whatever she happens to see.

He pulls the door open before she has a chance to hammer on it again, nearly catching her fist with his face. As soon as he takes a breath he gets it. The air is full of her scent, all hot and spicy, wrapping around him and wiggling under his skin.

"Max—"

She's on him before he can finish the sentence, mouth open and wet, begging and demanding and promising all at once. He staggers a little under the onslaught, catching his balance again as Max eats at his mouth, biting and sucking, little groaning whimpers rising from her throat.

Sex with Max is never a chore, never unpleasant. But it's a thousand times better when she's like this, wanting it rather than fighting it. Wanting him, rather than fighting him.

It takes him a minute to coordinate closing his door and pushing Max around to press her against the wall, and another minute to gentle the kiss down from ravenous to hungry. She's beautiful like this, heated and wanting, an air of desperation around her, and Alec cups her face with his hands, thumbs smoothing over her cheeks. He kisses her forehead, her nose, her lips, then teases his tongue across those lips, plump and dark red, already swelling from the first kisses. She opens for him, tongue flicking out to tease him, and Alec shivers at that before chasing with his.

They kiss wet and messy for long minutes, Alec groaning when Max bites at his mouth, at his jaw, at his throat. He rewards her for those with bites that trail down her slender throat to the swell of one breast. She cries out when Alec bites down on tender skin, sucking heat to the surface, and he feels her shudder against him as she comes.