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Has Anyone Ever Written Anything for You	By : girltype Category: 1 through F > Dark Angel Views: 5197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author�s note: Usually I write some of my ideas for stories and chapters while I�m in class and I started writing this one, without really thinking about it. Then a girl was looking over my shoulder (for some reason people find whatever I�m doing fascinating, don�t ask me why) and I realized that I really really didn�t want to write this around people. I was blushing the whole time, man. And then while I was blushing and laughing maniacally DA came on. Oh baby, if Alec looked at me and said "I want you." I would have screamed "There is a God!" and jumped his bones, no falling asleep for me. Maybe some fainting though. Then came the embodiment of mortal sin, wet Alec in just a towel ::lots of drool:: and I got happy, then to my horror I realized there was just nothing about his chest in my story. Bad me. Then I realized that there was too much so I edited. TWEAK! So here�s my most embarrassing chapter yet. Sleep? what is this thing you speak of? I'm taking 19 hours, sleep is something other people do.

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Chapter 10: Primal
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I love the way you break my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
'cause I'm the guy you'll never find
I think you know all of the rules
There�s no expressions on your face
I hope that someday you will let me go
release me from my dirty cage
I need to feel you
you need to feel me
I can't control you
you can't control me
I need to feel you
so why's it even
you and me
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
	~ Puddle of Mud, "Control
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He knew where she was and even if he hadn�t known, he would still have been able to find her, would have been able to smell her. The part of his brain that wasn�t primal, that had been shoved far away, was telling him it was pheromones that were leading him on. The animalistic part that had taken over just knew it was irresistible, and that was all it needed to know. Once he was outside her window he tapped quietly, and it was all he could do not to break it open.

When she saw him the smile that lit up her face was feral and sensual and wicked, his own in return was no better, or no worse depending on how you chose to look at it. Watching her slink towards him had his whole body tense, muscles bunching and relaxing no longer completely under his control. When the window slid open he came into her bedroom, bringing in with him the smell of the night, clean and cool, the scent of cat and man intermingling, musky and untamed. His eyes were piercing and glowed with the sight of her and he stalked his prey with a deadly grace. A growl came from deep in his chest, a sound that he would usually have to suppress, but not now, not with her, and then he was springing at her. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her towards him, even as he slammed her back into a wall with a resounding thud. "Want," he growled into her ear before nipping at it, in perfect opposition to everything else about him, at that moment, the teeth grazing her flesh were oddly gentle.

"Need," the word was a breathy whisper in the back of her throat, a half-growl half-purr, her hands clutching at his shirt. All she could think about was the feel of that body pressed against her; so soft and so hard. The muscles of his chest, silk wrapped steel. She trailed rough kisses down his jaw until her lips touched the corner of his and then he turned his head, his own mouth descending on hers. His mouth made war on hers, battling for control, he ran his tongue along her teeth and she sucked it in letting them dance together. It left her dizzy and craving more; everything that he could give her she wanted it. He pulled her full bottom lip into his mouth, and dragged his teeth across it gently. He pushed his body against hers so that nothing separated them and fisted his hands into her hair, every tug causing a whimper.

Leaving one hand in her hair the other slid down her throat over her collar bone skimmed over her chest followed the curve of her waist and rested on her hip for a short time before it found it�s way onto the skin of her stomach. The touch of skin on skin was electric and mind blowing, leaving them both panting, their skin already slick with sweat. Tracing soft circles up her stomach his hand brushed the satin of her bra eliciting a moan to escape Max�s throat and suddenly Alec was grabbing the collar of her shirt and tearing, desperate for better access to the smooth skin underneath.

Max roughly pushed him away, the unanticipated force sending Alec back three steps. She threw herself at him crushing her mouth to his, running her tongue across his lips teasingly, as she ripped his shirt off his chest stealing his move with a wicked grin. His hands ran down her back cupping the round cheeks of her buttocks and lifting her up, she threw her legs around his waist in response her lips never leaving his.

He carried her to the bed toppling over backwards onto it, so she was straddling him. One hand slipped around to her back unsnapping the clasp of her bra while the other clutched at her hips. She came up for air throwing her shinning black hair behind her with a cascade of lilac scent settling around him. Even in their urgency they stopped, breath harsh and quick and gazed at each other; Alec eyes having darkened so much to make them almost undistinguishable from black. She looked down at that sculpted chest and swallowed hard, even if she hadn�t been in heat, that chest heaving underneath her would have made her sweat.

There was a whispering in the back of Alec�s mind, so soft, so chaotic that not even he could tell what it was saying. His eyes slide over her skin, the curve of stomach and breast; his hand, that wasn�t trembling but was so close he cursed himself, followed the line of his gaze so gently she thought she might be dreaming the touch. Looking down into his eyes Max was debating whether he was going to make love to her or devour her; when his hand reached her neck and once again fisted in her hair and pulled her down to him, she decideat iat it was a little of both.

Without warning he had flipped them, pressing her back into the bed with the weight of his body. He was hyper aware of everything about her, as though his senses had all been on ten and she had turned the knob up to forty. Every sound that came out of her throat was a roar, every panveryvery moan, every whimper; her skin felt like rose petals, she smelled of lilac and leather and sweat and woman. She drowned out the rest of the world with her presence and Alec worried for the briefest second, in which the animal was pushed back, that he couldn�t survive the onslaught of such perfection. Then with a growl the animal took over, not caring if he made it out alive and sane.

Lifting his hips he let her hands fumble at the button of his pants and tare at the zipper while his did the same, and with a curse he ripped the zipper apart. When her small hands pushed the waistband of his pants over his narrow hips it was forgotten and unimportant, something much more important was taking up his attention. His own hands slid her black panties off, his nails grazing her skin. His lips trailed down her chin, down her neck, over her breasts and then he took her erect nipple between his lips sucking gently before he put the barest pressure of his teeth on it. Her back arched with her full-throated moan.

His eyes rolled back with the pleasure of the sound. Just as Max thought she had control of herself he would do something different to make her loose her mind; lick, suck, nip, or bite. She didn�t know how much more could take before she exploded. The feel of him pressed against her was driving her insane with need. Then he was there his lips on her neck and hands trailing up her thighs, and his sex poised between her legs.

She ran her nails down his back roughly as he suddenly sank his teeth her shoulder, growling with her gasp of pleasure and pain mingling and the brief taste of blood in his mouth. "Alec," the breathy call of his name the same second that he slammed into her, stopped the whispers and turned them into screams.

And then all hell broke loose.

"Max," the name was ripped from his throat as he felt her body tighten around him. Buried in her up to the hilt he couldn�t tell which way was up, whether he was flying or falling.

She bit into his neck, marking him, and growled, "Mine." Then there was no air for words, no place for anything but sensation. Their bodies entwined in the oldest dance of creation, bodies slapping together, nails and teeth and lips and tongues. Her hips rose to meet his thrusts and the room spun stars bursting behind her eyes as her gaze locked with his. He kissed every inch of her body that he could reach, trailing his tongue over the indention of his bite, renewing the pleasure and pain.

He watched as her eyes clouded over and her nails left half moons in his arms, as she arched into him. Her mouth fell open and she couldn�t stop saying his name. Her first climax was a tidal wave, rising and rising; the tension in her body mounting locking muscles as his thrusts became more frenzied. Then it broke; the tidal wave came crashing down stealing away sound and air, drowning her. Alec was still moving bringing on the next wave almost bringing her off the bed. He was moving faster, deeper, each new wave coursing through her in time with him.

He realized he had lost complete control, and even then it scared him, made him want to pause and pull back frightened he might hurt her. Then she gripped him and pulled him closer, her mouth creating a line of fire on his neck and chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in as he found complete release. Some how their hands found each other their fingers slipping into place and they climaxed together one last time as they screamed each other�s names.

They both collapsed; panting for air, bodies still wrapped around each other. Alec�s face rested next to Max�s ear each hot breath searing her cheek. As he felt her body start to relax, one muscle at a time, as though she was reluctant to give up consciousness, he whispered one last word before he gave up his own struggle to stay away. "Yours."
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