Max is willing.

"Nobody will ever know." Frank offered and stepped closer. Max was lost, Frank had been right, the after effects of whatever they had given her last night where getting worse. Noticing Frank had moved closer Max took a step back pressing her body against the exposed chalky drywall that lined her apartment.

Attack, run, her inner solder screamed at her to do something, anything, but she didn't move. Instead she pressed her palm against her forward, she felt flush, weak and tired of fighting.

"Last night wasn't so bad was it?" Frank asked. He was beside her now, close enough to touch, close enough for Max to smell. "It felt good to let loose didn't it?"

Max gasped softly, her eyes closed as she remembered the feeling of him inside her, being tied down to the bed, the pleasure. Taking his chance Frank bent down and gently kissed her neck, she shuddered. With a hand on her smooth thigh he slowly lifted the towel, pushing it just above the curve of her ass.

The prick of the needle was enough to send Max crashing back to reality. Shocked that she had let her guard down she twisted her head to face him. Ready to attack only to be stopped dead when he captured her lips in a deep passionate kiss. Frank pulled the towel off and pressed himself against her naked form.

"Mmh," Max moaned and deepened the kiss. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders and she lifted a thigh to grind against the growing hardness in his pants.

Breathlessly Frank broke the kiss. His hands digging into Max?s ass as he lifted her up to straddle him. Looking up towards the door behind Max he asked, ?Is that your bedroom??