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Title:Dancing In The Dark
Pairing: Ryan Luciani/Always-A-Girl!Max Steger
Rating: PG-15 for language
Word Count: 1279
Summary: Ryan listens to her drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, watching the streetlights blur as his eyes drift closed, the soft sound of Max humming to herself drifting around him in the car.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is in a weird hypothetical universe that I've mentioned to15dozentimes. Basically, Ryan J is a stripper because the money is AWESOME and Girl!Max will never, ever, EVER stop finding it hilarious. And I dunno, domestic-ish fic for promisethstars! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HON!!
::DISCLAIMER:: I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FIC. I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO HARM. THE TITLE IS FROM THE BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN SONG OF THE SAME NAME, BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS SINCE I'VE WRITTEN RYAN J AS A STRIPPER.
"Where are you going?" he asks blearily as she shifts out of the bed. Ryan sits up, yawning hard as Max pads around the room, pushing her hair out of her face.
"Some of us have to work today," she says, stretching. Her shirt rides up, making him smile as he slides out from under the covers. He kisses her, tasting sleep and the hint of her cigarettes. She smiles against his lips, kissing back with a sigh. They part and he nudges her, grinning.
"I work."
"Okay, some of us have a normal job, Luciani," she says, pulling on a pair of jeans from the floor. He watches her dust them off, shrugging once as she tugs a clean shirt over her head. Her hair is wild with static electricity, making her look wild and strange as she meets his eyes.
"I will have you know that stripping is a very normal job, Steger."
"If you say so," she says, walking into her bathroom to comb through her hair. He finds his jeans and pulls them on, walking into the bathroom behind her as she finishes pulling her hair into a loose ponytail.
"When do you go in tonight?" she asks, looking at him in the mirror. There's a slightly faded bruise on her collarbone in the shape of his mouth that he can't stop staring at. She nudges him in the ribs with her elbow, smiling.
"Schedule for tonight, dick," she says fondly.
"7 to 2:30. Not too bad," he says as she nods.
"I'll pick you up and we'll grab some breakfast at that diner where Sean's working now, cool?" she says, picking up her toothbrush.
"Sounds good," he replies easily, leaning down to press his lips to her neck lightly as she brushes her teeth. She rolls her eyes at him in that fond way only Max can as he grins. He walks over to the toilet, making her groan as she spits foamy toothpaste into the sink.
"Just because I've seen you piss before, that does not mean I want to see you piss now," she says, toothpaste flicked around her curved lips as Ryan laughs.
"Prude," he teases, watching her roll her eyes yet again. Sometimes he wonders if she ever has a headache from it.
"Heathen," she retorts, going back to brushing her teeth as he watches her. He's still sleepy, but he loves this early morning banter with her, watching her rinse her mouth out and wipe her face. She smiles over at him before kissing him briefly. Her lips are cold and he can't resist kissing her harder.
Max pulls back, shoving at him lightly. Her cheeks are pinked just enough, reminding him of the first time she'd watched him at the club. Granted, her cheeks had been flushed from laughing so hard at him, but he likes the way her lips curve when she's smiling.
"Go back to bed, idiot. I'll see you tonight," she says, walking out of the bathroom and he listens to the sounds of her leaving for work with a smile. He pees, flushing the toilet as he walks back to her bed.
His phone bleeps with a text as he fumbles for it, dropping it once before he checks the message.
Don't forget to set your alarm, dipshit. -M
Ryan grins, setting the alarm on his phone as he curls under the covers again, smelling her shampoo and something distinctly unique to both of them as he drifts off to sleep.
===
"Looks like you had fun," Max says, lips twitching as she takes Ryan in. Ryan's covered in glitter courtesy of the impromptu bachelorette party. He can actually feel the film of glitter and sweat as Max tries not to laugh at him.
"Shut up," he says without rancor as she snickers.
"Too tired to go eat?" she asks as he flops down into the car. It's her parent's car, worn and comfortable and she's had the air conditioning blasting. He tilts his head back against the seat, thinking about how hungry he is versus how tired he is.
"Nah, not too tired," he says, leaning over to press his lips against hers.
"You reek," she murmurs, smiling against his lips, kissing back before she pulls back to put the car into gear.
"You like it."
"Shut up," she retorts, lips curved into a warm smile as she drives them to the diner. It's an all-night thing, greasy and fucking perfect, Ryan thinks as they climb out of the car. His arms hurt and he kind of wishes that he'd chosen to go back to Max's place in favor of a shower.
"Seriously, you're glittering like a disco ball," Max says, delighted as she laughs at him. He makes a face, tossing an arm around her as she shoves at him ineffectually.
"Dick!" she says laughing as they stumble through the door of the diner. Behind the counter, Sean grins at them, outright laughing as he sees Ryan.
"It was a bachelorette party. And, like, she had the bright idea that throwing glitter made for a great time," he says as he flops into one of the booths. The place is empty, his favorite kind of time to hit a diner. Max is laughing as she settles in across from him.
He likes the way her ratty shirt flutters around her as she slides into place and the way that she's pushed the sleeves up, showing her forearms.
"It's like a rave threw up all over you," Sean says, incredulous as Max snorts. Ryan flips him off, grinning as he settles back against the seat, blinding choosing something from the menu before propping his head on his hand.
"Tired?" Max asks, leaned back into the seat.
"Kind of? I'm just glad to not fucking be moving," he says, brushing a hand over his arm, making a face as glitter goes everywhere. She snickers, covering her mouth as he makes a face at her.
"Laugh it up," he says, dusting the table off before Sean brings their food over. He sits down with them, snickering as he keeps looking over at Ryan.
"What'd you end up doing today?" Ryan asks Max, listening to her talk about the band she recorded and about how stupid they all were. He likes the exasperation that wrinkles her forehead. It shouldn't be attractive, but he loves it all the same.
"Dude, I am totally jealous. You got to work and escape glitter."
"If only you were that lucky. You know you're showering before you crawl into my bed, right Luciani?"
"Yes, ma'am," Ryan says, watching her grin wickedly. Sean groans, laughing as he gets up, walking off.
They eat in silence, Ryan happy to watch her as she eats. It should be weird, he thinks; enjoying watching someone eat. Like, it should not even remotely be something that Ryan focuses on, but he actually can't stop watching her. Her lips wrap around her straw and Ryan has to stare at his pancakes, drenched in syrup.
When he looks up, she's grinning at him, that same smirking grin that's full of mischief. He feels a huge rush of affection and love for her as he nudges her feet with his.
"Home?" she asks, pushing her foot back against his before he slides out of the booth. He can see the glitter sparkling on his arm as he grabs for her hand.
"Home," he says, grinning as the glitter from him falls down onto her. She eyes it and then looks up at him, shaking her head as they pay and walk out. Ryan listens to her drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, watching the streetlights blur as his eyes drift closed, the soft sound of Max humming to herself drifting around him in the car.
promisethstars. You have become one of my closest friends and you are one of my absolute favorite people, period. I hope your birthday has been amazing and awesome. MUCH LOVE TO YOOOUUU.Title:Dancing In The Dark
Pairing: Ryan Luciani/Always-A-Girl!Max Steger
Rating: PG-15 for language
Word Count: 1279
Summary: Ryan listens to her drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, watching the streetlights blur as his eyes drift closed, the soft sound of Max humming to herself drifting around him in the car.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is in a weird hypothetical universe that I've mentioned to
15dozentimes. Basically, Ryan J is a stripper because the money is AWESOME and Girl!Max will never, ever, EVER stop finding it hilarious. And I dunno, domestic-ish fic for promisethstars! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HON!!::DISCLAIMER:: I OWN NOTHING IN THIS FIC. I MEAN ABSOLUTELY NO HARM. THE TITLE IS FROM THE BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN SONG OF THE SAME NAME, BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS SINCE I'VE WRITTEN RYAN J AS A STRIPPER.
"Where are you going?" he asks blearily as she shifts out of the bed. Ryan sits up, yawning hard as Max pads around the room, pushing her hair out of her face.
"Some of us have to work today," she says, stretching. Her shirt rides up, making him smile as he slides out from under the covers. He kisses her, tasting sleep and the hint of her cigarettes. She smiles against his lips, kissing back with a sigh. They part and he nudges her, grinning.
"I work."
"Okay, some of us have a normal job, Luciani," she says, pulling on a pair of jeans from the floor. He watches her dust them off, shrugging once as she tugs a clean shirt over her head. Her hair is wild with static electricity, making her look wild and strange as she meets his eyes.
"I will have you know that stripping is a very normal job, Steger."
"If you say so," she says, walking into her bathroom to comb through her hair. He finds his jeans and pulls them on, walking into the bathroom behind her as she finishes pulling her hair into a loose ponytail.
"When do you go in tonight?" she asks, looking at him in the mirror. There's a slightly faded bruise on her collarbone in the shape of his mouth that he can't stop staring at. She nudges him in the ribs with her elbow, smiling.
"Schedule for tonight, dick," she says fondly.
"7 to 2:30. Not too bad," he says as she nods.
"I'll pick you up and we'll grab some breakfast at that diner where Sean's working now, cool?" she says, picking up her toothbrush.
"Sounds good," he replies easily, leaning down to press his lips to her neck lightly as she brushes her teeth. She rolls her eyes at him in that fond way only Max can as he grins. He walks over to the toilet, making her groan as she spits foamy toothpaste into the sink.
"Just because I've seen you piss before, that does not mean I want to see you piss now," she says, toothpaste flicked around her curved lips as Ryan laughs.
"Prude," he teases, watching her roll her eyes yet again. Sometimes he wonders if she ever has a headache from it.
"Heathen," she retorts, going back to brushing her teeth as he watches her. He's still sleepy, but he loves this early morning banter with her, watching her rinse her mouth out and wipe her face. She smiles over at him before kissing him briefly. Her lips are cold and he can't resist kissing her harder.
Max pulls back, shoving at him lightly. Her cheeks are pinked just enough, reminding him of the first time she'd watched him at the club. Granted, her cheeks had been flushed from laughing so hard at him, but he likes the way her lips curve when she's smiling.
"Go back to bed, idiot. I'll see you tonight," she says, walking out of the bathroom and he listens to the sounds of her leaving for work with a smile. He pees, flushing the toilet as he walks back to her bed.
His phone bleeps with a text as he fumbles for it, dropping it once before he checks the message.
Don't forget to set your alarm, dipshit. -M
Ryan grins, setting the alarm on his phone as he curls under the covers again, smelling her shampoo and something distinctly unique to both of them as he drifts off to sleep.
===
"Looks like you had fun," Max says, lips twitching as she takes Ryan in. Ryan's covered in glitter courtesy of the impromptu bachelorette party. He can actually feel the film of glitter and sweat as Max tries not to laugh at him.
"Shut up," he says without rancor as she snickers.
"Too tired to go eat?" she asks as he flops down into the car. It's her parent's car, worn and comfortable and she's had the air conditioning blasting. He tilts his head back against the seat, thinking about how hungry he is versus how tired he is.
"Nah, not too tired," he says, leaning over to press his lips against hers.
"You reek," she murmurs, smiling against his lips, kissing back before she pulls back to put the car into gear.
"You like it."
"Shut up," she retorts, lips curved into a warm smile as she drives them to the diner. It's an all-night thing, greasy and fucking perfect, Ryan thinks as they climb out of the car. His arms hurt and he kind of wishes that he'd chosen to go back to Max's place in favor of a shower.
"Seriously, you're glittering like a disco ball," Max says, delighted as she laughs at him. He makes a face, tossing an arm around her as she shoves at him ineffectually.
"Dick!" she says laughing as they stumble through the door of the diner. Behind the counter, Sean grins at them, outright laughing as he sees Ryan.
"It was a bachelorette party. And, like, she had the bright idea that throwing glitter made for a great time," he says as he flops into one of the booths. The place is empty, his favorite kind of time to hit a diner. Max is laughing as she settles in across from him.
He likes the way her ratty shirt flutters around her as she slides into place and the way that she's pushed the sleeves up, showing her forearms.
"It's like a rave threw up all over you," Sean says, incredulous as Max snorts. Ryan flips him off, grinning as he settles back against the seat, blinding choosing something from the menu before propping his head on his hand.
"Tired?" Max asks, leaned back into the seat.
"Kind of? I'm just glad to not fucking be moving," he says, brushing a hand over his arm, making a face as glitter goes everywhere. She snickers, covering her mouth as he makes a face at her.
"Laugh it up," he says, dusting the table off before Sean brings their food over. He sits down with them, snickering as he keeps looking over at Ryan.
"What'd you end up doing today?" Ryan asks Max, listening to her talk about the band she recorded and about how stupid they all were. He likes the exasperation that wrinkles her forehead. It shouldn't be attractive, but he loves it all the same.
"Dude, I am totally jealous. You got to work and escape glitter."
"If only you were that lucky. You know you're showering before you crawl into my bed, right Luciani?"
"Yes, ma'am," Ryan says, watching her grin wickedly. Sean groans, laughing as he gets up, walking off.
They eat in silence, Ryan happy to watch her as she eats. It should be weird, he thinks; enjoying watching someone eat. Like, it should not even remotely be something that Ryan focuses on, but he actually can't stop watching her. Her lips wrap around her straw and Ryan has to stare at his pancakes, drenched in syrup.
When he looks up, she's grinning at him, that same smirking grin that's full of mischief. He feels a huge rush of affection and love for her as he nudges her feet with his.
"Home?" she asks, pushing her foot back against his before he slides out of the booth. He can see the glitter sparkling on his arm as he grabs for her hand.
"Home," he says, grinning as the glitter from him falls down onto her. She eyes it and then looks up at him, shaking her head as they pay and walk out. Ryan listens to her drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, watching the streetlights blur as his eyes drift closed, the soft sound of Max humming to herself drifting around him in the car.
