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*wanders into the bar, still a little strung out from the last job, nerves cranked a bit too tight. Sam's off with Ruby, and he's trying to pretend that it doesn't bother him but now it's just him and his brother is off getting laid or practicing jedi tricks or whatever, but he's here and he's hoping that maybe Max'll be here, or if not at least he can have a few beers or something to take the edge off. He sees her, and grabs a pitcher and two glasses from the bartender before heading in her direction*

*She catches his scent before he reaches her and closes her eyes, trying to calm herself down before she turns to him, a forced smile on her lips. She's not sure how she can explain this to him and she doesn't really want to do it in public.*

Hey, Dean.

*the smile's not quite right, and he makes a note of that as he puts the pitcher down, giving her a smile and pouring some beer*

Hey there, Max. How's tricks?

Tricks are...going about the same as usual. Trying to negotioate with the cops, trying to keep people on the outside from lobbing molotov cocktails over the fence, trying to figure out my freaky genetics...that sorta thing.

*she takes the offered beer and takes a long, long sip, trying to cool down, then looks at him*

What about you?

Always the job, you know? *he's still that peculiar mix of numb and keyed up, still not even yet, hald talking about her and half about him and half just talking to talk* It's never ending -- always something more to do someone else out there that needs you, and what can you do but be there, you know? Do it -- all of it. Anything less is disaster. *he takes a long swallow of his beer, ribs a bit bruises but thankfully still in one piece, and he grins at her*

But fuck that -- there's got to be something more fun to talk about than that. Like we're just two sexy kids out on the town without the weight of the world weighin us down, you know?

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*Her hands are wrapped around her glass, her eyes focused on the bar as she listens to him. She's not trying to be rude, but she's having a really hard time focusing on anything but his form and his scent at the moment and it's easier for her to actually listen if she's not looking at him.

But she can still smell him and it's driving her crazy.

Her eyes finally turn to him when he mentions them being out on the town, no responsibilities at the moment, and her leg moves toward his, her ankle hooking around the back of his knee.*

When you're right, you're right. *She smiles and it's playful and a little bit wicked, her eyes bright and her skin flushed.*

*she looks -- over-shiny, like she might be on something, or maybe drunker than he'd thought, but he slides up against her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and kisses her* I'm right a lot.

*She practically melts into his touch, moaning into his mouth - God, she was even further into this than she'd thought. Her body presses forward, molds itself to his, every fiber of her being screaming 'touchmetouchmetouchme' but not yet, this can't happen yet, not here, not before he knows.*

Damn, babe -- think you missed me more than I thought. *he smiles, though, the words light and teasing, but jesus does she seem primed and ready to go* You don't happen to be rollin faced, do you, Max?

*She rubs against him a bit, making a soft noise in the back of her throat. He might notice that her body temperature's noticeably higher than normal.

Her eyelids flutter open and she blinks at him, confused at the question for a moment.*

You mean am I high? Not exactly. I'm in...

*She bites her lip, looking pretty uncomfortable.*

Look, can we go somewhere else and I can explain?

Yeah, Max. *he moves just a bit back, giving her some space for a minute -- highly reluctantly* Wherever you want.

*she nods, a little relieved, a bit of the tension draining from her*

Your hotel room? *she doesn't want to endanger him by bringing him into Terminal City, and there's little privacy to be had there anyway, especially if the X5 males catch on to her scent*

Sure. It's that rodeo themed place right around the corner *his smile is momentarily shy* In case I, uh, wanted to stop over here or anything*

*he chugs the rest of his beer and sets the empty glass on the table, reaching for her hand* You ready?

*she downs her own beer, downing it faster but somehow more gracefully than he does*

More than. Let's go. *heads towards the door, walking a bit faster than him*

*he follows her, hurrying a bit to keep up, keeping pack with her down the street. The motel literally is around the corner, and they're there in a matter of minutes. He turns the key and shows her inside, locking the door behind him and double-checking his salt lines almost absently out of long habit*

Okay, hon -- what's going on? Are you okay?

*Once they're inside she takes a few deep breaths, running over ways of how she can put this to him. She composes herself a bit, runs her hands through her hair, trying not to get terribly effected by his scent again yet, so she can explain this.

Finally, she turns to him, her expression a bit apprehensive.*

Okay. So, when we first met and I told you what I was...I mentioned they threw in a dash of feline DNA to my genetic cocktail, right?

You did. *he's watching her, really not sure at all where this is going* Are you -- okay, Max?

I'm fine. I'll be fine. It's just...well, the feline DNA has to do with how I'm feeling right now.

*She's blushing a considerable amount by now. At least she's already had sex with him, so this shouldn't be as awkward, but somehow, it is.*

You know how cats go through...mating cycles a few times a year?

*he shakes his head* Uh, not exactly . . .

*Oh God, she's gonna have to give him a biology lesson, isn't she?*

Well, they do. It's usually called being in heat. It's a reproductive cycle, it happens about three times a year. And when it does, they get a really, really strong urge to reproduce.

*Her face is nearly the same shade of red as her T-shirt at this point.*

And since they made me with feline DNA, I go through the same cycle.

*he blinks -- this is a brave new world, isn't it?*

You're in -- heat?

*he nods* Okay. So, that kind of just means that you're really fuckin horny and ready to go, right? Is this -- a bad thing, somehow?

Probably not on your end. It's just one of the many things that remind me of what a freak I really am.

Max, you're not a freak. And shut up about the genetically engineered thing. You're you and that's just fine, heat and all. Fuck, half my life I feel like I'm in heat and I'm still doin okay. *he smiles at her* You gonna be okay, or is -- hookin up tonight not a good idea?

*He's got no idea, about how much of one she really is. And she's not about to tell him, she hasn't told anyone about what's really been worrying her lately - about what she's finding herself able to do - because he's the only one she knows anymore that can her feel normal, like she's a real girl and not something whipped up to be part of the perfect army or whatever intentions Sanderman had for her.

And besides, those worries and fears are the farthest thing from her mind right now.

He asks her if this is a bad idea and she pounces him, legs tight around his waist and hands cupping his face as she kisses him, needy and ferocious, her body getting even hotter.*

*he's a bit startled, but more than happy when she jumps him and rubs up on him, and he kisses her back, rough and ready, and he moves back to the bed, setting them down on it, hands running over her skin*

*She groans, hips rolling into his, shrugging out of her jacket and pulling the edge of her shirt up to right underneath her bra. Her head bows against his shoulder, closing her eyes, letting herself be temporarily sated just by him touching her bare skin.*

*he rocks his hips back up against hers, and his hands are sliding over her skin -- it's warm, feels almost fevered, but she seems okay, and he kisses her neck, grazes her teeth gently over her skin*

*Between the slow rocking and gentle kissing and touching, she's pretty sure she could come right then and there, but she doesn't want to, not yet. She pulls away from him long enough to get her shirt over her head and toss it aside before bending back down to kiss him, teeth catching his lower lip and tugging.*

*he moans a bit against her mouth, one hand sliding own low, rubbing circles into her lower back, the other moving up to snap open the hooks of her bra, the material whispering as it slides over her skin, and he's still rocking against her, his own body seeming to absorb some of the heat coming off her in the most pleasant ways possible*

*She moans and it sounds a little like a whine. Her body's got her so riled up already that his rocking is almost tortuous and she presses and rubs against his chest once he's got her bra off. Her hands reach for the fly of his jeans, un-zippering and unbuttoning at a speed that should be impossible before getting to work on her own.*