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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
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Author�s note: I�m not really as happy with this chapter as I had hoped because I�ve written it twice now, the computer froze and lost all my work, everyone knows when you try to write from memory it�s never as good so be kind. Rewind.

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Chapter 7: Can you feel me yet?
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I must be afraid
but I�m drawn to the dark
I don�t know exactly
where the gravity starts
somewhere behind 
the black of your eyes my will dies.
I need you to want me
I need all you can spare
slip in beside me 
and follow me there
somewhere beneath
all my layers of skin
you creep in.
	~ Dee Carstensen, "Underneath my skin"
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Kicking the door open to their motel room, Max dragged Alec�s senseless body to the bed. She put him down as softly as possible, stumbling over his legs. She stood up looking down at him, her eyes narrowed as she tried to remember what came next. Hypothermia, what do you do for hypothermia? She was shaking her head and when she remembered she wanted to smack herself across the face. You cuddle.

She reached for Alec�s shoes pulling them off with quiet efficiency, before tugging off his socks. She rubbed his feet in her hands, letting the friction spark the beginnings of heat. She cupped them in her hands and let her breathe caress his toes before moving on. Her hands hesitated on the button of his pants and she found them shaking without reason. Closing her eyes and straightening her back she unfastened his pants and peeled them off his body. She ran her hands up and down his legs, forcing her mind to focus on the soft blue of his skin and nothing else. When she decided that was enough she moved to his black sweater, her mind refusing to listen to her and remembered the last time she had seen them. That morning as he had laid down in bed, rippling pectorals floating through her head.

Cursing under her breath she yanked the sweater over his head causing a groan to escape his lips. She jumped and watched for any other sign of consciousness. When his eyelids didn�t flutter and no other sound came out of his mouth she let her body relax. With shaking fingers she shrugged out of her own clothes, stiff with cold and dirt, shoes, socks, pants, shirt she refused to think just go through the familiar actions.

Crawling onto the bed next to Alec she grabbed a shoulder and pulled him to her and spooned his body against hers, ignoring the feel of his cold skin against her own she grabbed the covers she pulled them up over their shoulders. Running her hands over his arms she watched his profile eagerly awaiting any sign that he was waking. "You aren�t worthless," she whispered into his ear, knowing he couldn�t hear her, but hoping on some level he could. "I keep looking at you and seeing Ben, and wondering if I could have done�something more." She brushed a stray hair away from his forehead, her hand slightly unsteady. "Then I look at you and I see you and I�m so mad at myself for not seeing him. It�s like�if I look at you without thinking about him I�m betraying him." She laughed, her voice shaking like her hands. "It�s so stupid, I want to hate you and I can�t." Tears were swelling in her eyes and she was afraid that if she didn�t breath soon she would pass out. She looked at his profile searching for something; she didn�t know what. "Why can�t I hate you?" The tears were flowing down her cheeks to pool in the hollow of his throat. Kissing his shoulder, relishing the feel of cold silky skin, she tried to breathe.

"I�m sorry," she choked out burying her face into his back wrapping her arms tightly around his waist. Exhausted with emotion she floated in and out of sleep, held suspended in the world between sleeping and waking. Where dreams could be controlled but only a little, and they seemed more real for it. Dreams of Ben and Alec flitted through her head, causing her brow to furrow in sorrow and the corners of her lips to tip down, before fading away and being forgotten.

Her body tensed and she swam into consciousness, gasping for the first breath of fresh air to fill her starving lungs. Something around her had changed something that she couldn�t put her finger on. Absently running her hands up Alec�s arms she lifter her head and looked right into his eyes. He was watching her as though her next move would determine life or death; his life or death. She rubbed his arms harder before pulling him even tighter into her body. For a long time she couldn�t meet his eyes, preferring to bury her face into the rapidly warming crook of his neck. She breathed in, the water having washed away everything but the natural scent of his skin. It seemed strange not to smell leather interweaving with the musk of man.

He shivered, the first that had wracked his body in the last half-hour, causing her to once again look up at him. He was still watching her with the same intensity, some spark lighting the depths of his eyes. Suddenly they looked like the waters of tced ced over lake, and just as dangerous. "I was wrong," he said suddenly, his voice uncertain and rough.

"About what?" Her brows pulled together in confusion.

"The words hurt worse." He shivered again as she tried to bring him even closer than he already was, as though she could crawl under his skin and hold that piece of broken spirit that needed it even more than his body.

"I�m sorry," she said quietly, whispering the words into the still motel room. Her hands trailed designs over his arms and across his chest as her breath warmed his ear. "I didn�t�" She had to swallow past the lump that had formed in the back of her throat, "I didn�t mean it."

Slowly he turned in her arms so that they lay facing each other her arms lying across his narrow hip. Crushing her to his chest he tucked her head under his chin, his hands lying flat on the small of her back. Rubbing her thumb across the still cold skin of his back, once again having to force herself to forget the fact that the only thing separating smooth skin was a piece of black satin.

They didn�t speak, as they lay wrapped in each other�s arms, taking in the warmth the other offered like it was a gift. Closing his eyes, brushing his lips across the top of Max�s head, and sighing into her hair Alec figured that it was. He debated the merits of letting his voice split the calm.

Finally taking a deep breath to steady himself he decided to risk it, "I�m glad�" He took another breath to steady his shaking voice, "that you can�t hate me." He felt her body tense against him, and he closed his eyes hoping that she wouldn�t pull away, knowing that if she did he would break.

"You heard me?" She didn�t move but she sounded so small, like some child afraid that she had done something wrong.

"I was�in and out all day. Most of the time I couldn�t talk but I heard." His voice was low as he spoke quietly into her ear, trying to sound reassuring and figuring he was doing a horrible job of it. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he breathed deeply. "I knew it was hard for you sometimes�me looking like Ben." He sighed softly when he felt her gentle fingers trace circles on his back. "I don�t want you to hate me because of him."

"I try�not to think about it. It�s hard sometimes. Like in the woods today�" She let her words stop as she buried her face deeper into his next.

"In the woods?" H e prompted his words rumbling against her cheek making her smile despite herself. "Tell me�please?"

"In the woods I was holding you like I held him�that last day�" Her voice broke as she reminded herself to breathe, "the day that I killed him."

"What happened?" Resolutely staring at his chin she didn�t want to look into Alec�s eyes, anywhere but into his eyes. He caught her chin and forced her to look at him, he let his mask down giving her something she had craved for so long, understanding.

"We fought, I broke his leg, Lydecker was coming, and he begged me not to let them take him, he begged me to kill him. So I asked him to tell me about the good place and I snapped his neck." She stared into Alec�s green eyes and felt for a second that Ben was in there somewhere, listening. "Simple."

"I didn�t know," Alec whispered biting down on his lip. He pulled her in closer to him crushing her forehead against his lips, "I didn�t know."

"How could ya?" Her muffled voice floated to his ears.

"I used to have these really realistic dreams," he started hesitantly almost stopping until Max looked up at him her large brown eyes curious. "I�d be running through these trees; hunting, searching for something and I could never figure them out." He cleared his throat quietly trying to find the words to explain. "I felt like it was me but it wasn�t, not really. I talked to this girl once who had apparently done research on twins, because she had had a twin and there was always things happening that couldn�t be explained. She�d know when her twin was upset or if she got hurt. She had a theory that there�s some�connection in twins that you don�t find anywhere else, something about sharing a womb." He shrugged his shoulders causing skin warm skin to slide against warm skin. "I knew when he died, I think, before anyone else did." He looked down into her stricken eyes, "I knew on some level."

"I�m so sorry."

"You do what you have to do." He rolled over, rolling her onto her back so that he was leaning over her, propped on one elbow looking down into those wide trusting eyes, silently pleading with him as he ran a hand through her raven black hair. He treasured the feel of silk sliding through his fingers. "You had no other choice. It was probably the bravest thing, and the kindest thing, you could have ever done." He tried to control his breathing like he was taught. Manticore never taught him how to deal with emotions, however, with tears, compassion, and love; anything that would make him human. Manticore never taught him and so now he was in over his head. Trapped beneath the ice again reaching for air to only be swallowed. The difference now was that he was warm, so warm he thought he was going to burn from the inside out. "Don�t be sorry, Max. You have nothing to be sorry about."

She was hugging him, burying her face in the hollow of his throat, while he clutched at her like a lifeline. He moved his hands down her back brushing satin causing him to freeze, he was quite suddenly, painfully, aware of the lack of fabric standing between their bodies. His eyes having gone wide he bit his bottom lip trying to figure out a way out of this situation before he disgraced himself. Silk and satin beneath his fingertips was more than even he could handle.

She solved the problem for him as she pulled away and smiled up at him, "Are you hungry? We could go get something."

"Yes! That would be perfect right now. Why don�t I go get dressed in the bathroom and you can get dressed out here."

"Ok."

"Let�s do that." He was nodding his head, knowing he looked like he had lost his mind but not really caring at that point. Max just smiled and laughed, shaking her head indulgently.
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