Truth is, I don't know why I came here. It was a stupid idea. He said twenty years, the bastard, and it's only been four. I only made it four piddly years trying (and sucking at it, let's be honest) to figure out how to make my heart feel whole when the idiot ripped out half of it. With dirty fingers. Using a kitchen spoon and a corkscrew. FAX-filled oneshot

That was about when it hit her. That she was alone. With Fang. On their wedding night, headed to a hotel suite, with nowhere else to be. "C'mon, Mrs. Ride. Come to bed with me." Max raised her eyebrows and gave him a look, one hand playing nervously with the edge of her tank top. She bit her lip and nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Baby steps." Citrus and romance. Read on!

After saving the world, marriage is an easy next step for Max. Rings aren't a big deal when you've shut down Itex. And this is Fang we're talking about. Fang! But it turns out that marrying your best friend - well, more like what comes after you marry him - is a little more daunting than Max expected.

"They found this at one of the Itex sites." Max fingered the bent edge of the folder before handing it to Fang. She watched the little muscle between his jaw and his left ear clench and unclench before he undid the string and slid the sheaf of papers out of their home. "Did you look?" Max frowned and shook her head. "I just know that it's for you. That's all." Lemony oneshot

She wished she knew how to avoid that creepy-crawly feeling that plagued her on still nights – well, lately, all nights. She knew it was irrational, knew that there hadn't been any sign of danger in the past eight years since they crushed Itex like a cockroach, knew that her unfounded worry wore Fang thin. She just couldn't make it quit! T: language/violence (FAX) COMPLETE

I eyed Fang curiously and saw a lingering flush across his cheeks. I scanned the table, not wanting to cause a scene, and leaned in to whisper, "What's the problem?" He fixed me with that dark stare of his for the fiftieth time that night and whispered back, "I'm ready for dessert." Rated M for sexual content. Two-shot, Complete

"I choose you, Fang," she breathed down the bridge of his nose and pressed her lips to his eye. His arms tightened around her waist and he pulled her down to kiss him softly, sweetly, hotly. She wrapped her legs around him and sat in his lap. They were together in that tangled embrace for a small eternity before Fang made his next move. Lots of lemony Fax and sweet kisses.