Third Person POV
Max grabbed Iggy by the front of his shirt, shoving him against the hallway wall, eyes angered and
narrowed. "You two what?" she growled, and he winced, his blind eyes looking up and down and all
around.
"Um…I bet Fang that he couldn't give you a…a hickey without you noticing," he stammered, and she
screeched in anger, her grip tightening. "I didn't think he'd actually do it! I'm sorry, okay? I…he…are you
going to kill me? Because I have good years ahead of me! I just know it! The fortune cookie told me!"
Max slowly lowered him, shaking her head. "No, no, no, my friend. I'm not gonna kill you," she
murmured, patting him on the head. He let out a sigh of relief. "That'd be letting you off easy. I'm gonna
cook you dinner for the next three weeks. And lunch," she leaned forward, smirking. "And breakfast,
too."
Iggy looked at her in pure horror. "Please kill me, Max!" She just shook her head and laughed, shoving
him down the hallway. He ran into this room and locked the door. Max rolled her eyes and jogged down
the hall to Fang's room, her plan running through her head.
She opened the door slowly, batting her eyelashes as Fang's head shot up, his eyes locking on her and
widening when they saw her short shorts and tank top. "Hi, Fang," she said, in a hopefully seductive
tone. Stepping in, she clicked the door shut and locked it, walking over to wear he sat as his desk and
plopping down on his lap, smirking and wrapping her arms around his neck.
He tensed, and Max felt his heartbeat quicken. She pulled him in closer, turning in his lap to face
him. "Uh, hi, Max," he muttered in response. "What're you doing in here?" His arm slid behind her and
shut his laptop.
She leaned even closer, looking up at him flirtatiously through her eyelashes and playing with his
hair. "Well, I was wondering if we could start where we left off before Nudge interrupted us," she
murmured, ducking down and kissing his neck slowly. He shivered, his hands on her waist.
Max smirked against his skin, nibbling it smoothly and slowly, licking over it. Then, she kissed up his neck
and along his jaw line. The corner of his lips. He turned his head and kissed her, and she ran her hands
through his hair. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she turned her head to the side and deepened the
kiss.
Then, she pulled away and kissed his jaw line again. "Fang?" she whispered softly, and he nodded,
closing his eyes and fighting a moan as she moved her lips to his neck again and kissed down it,
slowly. "This isn't really comfortable."
Fang nodded and lifted Max, standing and pushing her against the door, shooting her a devilish smirk
that told her he knew exactly what she was doing. And that he was going to try to do it better. His eyes
still locked with hers, he kissed her neck softly, and Max bit back a moan.
Then, she narrowed her eyes and kissed him on the mouth. Hard. His arms wrapped around her waist
and she was once again trapped between his arms. She tugged him down by his hair, tilting her head to
the side to deepen the kiss.
Feeling his heartbeat quicken, Max smirked against his lips. There wasn't a breath of air between them.
Then, Max pulled away, kissing his temple and then whispering in his ear, "Now we match." Fang pulled
away, as well, from where he was kissing her neck, shooting her a raised eyebrow, and she lifted her hair
and gestured to the hickey.
His eyes widened and he shot to the mirror, cursing when he saw his neck. "What the heck, Max?" he
growled, turning and glaring at her. "This is huge!" Max smirked, crossing over to him and wrapping her
arms around his waist, kissing him softly.
After pulling away, she whispered in his ear, "This is why you don't make bets on Max Ride, babe." Then
she winked, and turned around, unlocking the door and walking out, humming to herself softly.
She could still hear the curses from her room, and she smiled to herself, laughing slightly. "Love you,
too, Fang," she chuckled to herself, flopping down on the bed and opening up her book, her hair over
her left shoulder so that her neck showed.
Nudge walked in and her eyes fell on it. She screamed. "MAX YOU HAVE A HICKEY! A BIG, FAT, WEIRD-
LOOKING SPLOTCH OF – DR. M!"
All color drained from Max's face.