[There's a still, small voice that tries to chase this all away in Max's head now and then when he gazes at the adoration and love that lingers so utterly in the complete countenance of Jamie's visage. It hungers to tell Max that this will all go away in the same type of instant that it did with anyone else he loved, but there's been no one he's loved like this. In that second, he wants to hurt that voice in his head.

He can feel the storm simmer below the surface, that little dark pit -- the dark possessive side of him grips Jamie's ass a little tighter, even through Jamie's sunlight on his face. He shivers ever so slightly against his lover. ]

We were made to watch and take advantage of. Always need you watching me. Only me, my sweet angel.

[Fingers are gentle as they measure the length of Jamie's spine again. He's so fucking lucky, and he knows it. He won't let his doubts get to him. He won't let any curse of his family tear this apart. His brother and sister both made it. It's his turn now. Sighing, he raises his fingers to laze through Jamie's hair.]

Fuck. I guess we should probably pass out, or I don't know. I'm worked up and tired all at once. It's the strangest feeling.