Pairing: Maxie/Logan
Title: Just Sex
Just a one-night stand. That was all it was. It had been a challenge to get her into bed and he had succeeded as he had known he would all along. Of course it happened in the most unexpected way. He would never have guessed that Coop would find out about the plan before it had been completed. However, he had also never expected to have gotten into Maxie Jones' pants when Cooper dropped her like a cold potato. There were a lot of unexpecteds in the past couple of days. The way her body felt against his was unforgettable. Everything about her was hot and sexy and...wanton. She was exactly as he had imagined her to be. During that one hot, long, summer night, Logan satisfied every fantasy he had about Maxie Jones and what he wanted to do to her, show her and make her feel. When she clung to him as he made her moan and scream, something inside him just clicked; he loved the sound of her voice and well, every sound she made. And when that night came to an end, he found himself unable to think of anything else. The little witch didn't lie. He had never had anyone like her.
But that is over and done with now, he told himself. "Something on your mind, Logan?" Lulu's voice interrupted his thoughtful reverie. He smiled politely and noticed how brightly she smiled for him.
"Uh, no. Nothing important," he said gruffly, taking a swig of coffee. "So what are you up to, today?"
"Nothing," she replied, another smiling playing upon her lips, except this one with a little mischief. "But maybe since you're here, we could...you know?" He felt her foot trail up the calf of his leg.
"You know?" He played it dumb. "No, why don't you spell it out for me." The little twitch at the corner of his mouth alerted her to his little game though. Lulu opened her mouth and looked at him disbelief, hitting him playfully in the arm.
"You're such a player!"
Games. He was good at them. When he first arrived in Port Charles, it had all been a game. First it had been a game with himself. How near could he get to Port Charles without giving into the temptation of looking up his father. Then when he had arrived, it was a game of how long would it be until he met his father. And then after meeting the bastard, the next game had been how long would it take before he decked his father. And so on the game went. His life had been a game right from the beginning - from conception. It started the day his father met his mother and slepted with her. He, of course, thought it would end the day he left. How wrong Scott Baldwin was.
"Hey," Lulu interrupted his thoughts again. "Where are you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry babe," he cooed, reaching out and nipping the bottom of her chin. "I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Oh." She looked disappointed, like a wounded puppy.
"No, don't be that way," he sighed, patting her hand which lay on the tabletop. "I'm just distracted with work and my dad, that's all."
"No, it's all right."
She was good at that. Lulu Spencer was a master of being wounded and hurt. Not that he didn't understand her. She was very much like him in a way. When Lulu Spencer was hurt, she nursed her wounds and then lashed out. It was something he liked about her - because he could understand that kind of emotion. Logan had discerned that even on some level she viewed herself as damaged goods, a sentiment that he could also relate to. All of these things made it easy for him to seduce her.
Two challenges posed to him in one day. When he had arrived in Port Charles the last thing on his mind was women. However, with Coop that was always bound to trail along. Cooper was the conventionally handsome, which made all of the girls flock to him. So they were bound to come along sooner or later. Nevertheless, Logan did not expect the turn of events that would lead him to the town where his father was and into the tangled web of deception and seduction that was named Maxie Jones.
When Logan met the short perky blonde that was enamored with his fellow man-at-arms, he could not see what Coop actually saw in her. Why did he keep her around after getting what he wanted? She was loud and obnoxious. And well, she hated him. So really what was there to like about her?
But the man always had a softspot for ladies in distress. He was your typical knight-in-shining-armour. It really made his stomach churn to know that his best friend could not get his act together and realize true love was for suckers. However this little vixen knew how to work her wiles on his best friend.
Unbeknownst to him though he would soon follow a similar, yet diverse path. His goal was to get into her pants, not to fall in love with the chick. It was a game - a game which he intended to win because he always won. So therein lies the game within a game. The challenge of getting into one girl's pants to get into another's.
Some would be repulsed, but to Logan it was just another challenge - a challenge issued by a girl who needed to be taken down a notch or two. This so-called dreamgirl of Coop's thought too much of herself and it made him want to take her down a couple of pegs - just for fun. Besides, he was doing Coop a favor by freeing him of this witch.
Taking stock of it all, it wasn't a dreadfully torturous task. She wasn't bad on the eyes, which made having sex with her not repulsive. They had moderately interesting conversation, another plus on the ease of making headway in proposing the idea to her that he was indeed interested in her.
"Boy, you are in lala-land today," Lulu chuckled, sidling up to him. She slipped her fingers between his, entwining them as one. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. This is what girly-girls do. They try to make it all lovey dovey. Well, at least one of them was trying to...with him. He couldn't even remember the turning point in their relationship, where she had hated him and declared that she would never love again to wanting him in that way. Girls were so fickle. That was the reason why he never stuck around. They knew where they stood with him - it was just sex
. "I guess I am," he chuckled, half-heartedly. He did not even know why he was keeping up the facade. Was he growing soft? Logan shuddered at the thought. He really had no reason to continue the facade of the complicated lone soldier who had returned from god knows what. He sighed inwardly. God help him, he had turned to mush.
Logan knew there would be reprecussions telling Lulu the whole story, but at the moment he couldn't see why he shouldn't tell her. If she hated him for life, it was well deserved. He wasn't delusional. What he had planned with Maxie was worthy of looks of disdain and even hate coming from Lulu. However a part of him hoped that if he came out with the truth now, there might be a chance to save whatever relationship they did have. Logan frowned. Why do I even care?
He realized that these emotions had been manifesting slowly over the past few months. It was not a turn he liked. He was hard and he was selfish. These were the things he knew about himself. He looked after number one. But having people that constantly nagged at him to let himself feel and be who he 'truly was', had apparently been getting to him - worse than he had let himself believe. Now he almost enjoyed the companionship he had here in Port Charles, even when he had decided a long time ago, after his discharge, that he would never let anyone near him again.
His thoughts wandered to his mother. She had been the most stable thing in his life and they had a bond that was unbreakable; but when he found out about his so-called father, something inside him broke. It was that revelation that instilled in Logan the truth that no one was to be trusted - everyone was out for themselves. Besides his mother, no one had managed to prove him wrong. Coop, perhaps - but he was made different. He had always thought the boy had a few loose marbles. No one short of their mother should be trusted. He had proven that to Coop in spades. No matter how many times he pushed that guy away and proved to him that friendship and emotions were crutches. And now Cooper would find out the hard way when the truth came out about his one-night stand with Maxie.
Maxie Jones. More trouble than she was worth - well, maybe she was worth it a little. He chuckled to himself as images flashed in his mind of the way her skin glistened as his lips explored every part of her. Closing his eyes, he pushed those thoughts away.
She was an itch he had finished scratching. Suddenly his mind wandered again recalling the physical pleasure of finally having her. She was a woman who enjoyed the hunt, which was perfect because he enjoyed chase.
Suddenly he heard the chimes chatter as the door to Kelly's opened and it all came back to him. The ice-cold glare of those baby blues cut him like a knife. She stood there, arms folded across her chest, her jaw set. Her body language spoke volumes above the din of lunch hour rush. Maxie Jones was pissed off.
And all it did was make him smile.
