Bliss
Part 1 ~ Blissful Thoughts
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
Feedback: Please? With chocolate covered Logan's on top? ::drools at the thought::
Rating: R
Summary: Logan thinks about Max while she's over.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own them
Distribution: Want it? Take it. Just send me an email saying you took and the addy of the page it's on.
Author's Note: Aiight. I reposted this then it messed up. ::sighz:: Nothing is new, just revised. If you want more, review and give me some ideas. And I'm not making Logan a pervert, I'm just playing ::evil grin:: with him and Max. Think of it as AU if you'd like...
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"It's not cynical. I mean, it's realistic. Every guy from... Manimal down to Mr. I-Love-The-English-Patient has beast in him. And I don't care how sensitive they act. They're all still just in it for the chase."
Faith ~ Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Beauty and the Beasts
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I'm dying. Oh my God, I'm dying. I'll either explode then die or just plain die.
Max is showering. She's in my house, in my bathroom, in my shower-naked. And I can see her.
I have cameras in every room in my house. For security reasons. And I have a camera in the bathroom. Two actually. The cameras are attached to the computer. So I'm watching her shower. Oh my dear Lord. She's washing her hair. I'm dying. From bliss.
I sent Max on one of my jobs earlier. Normal thing. She gets the bad guys, saves the innocent people and so on. Well, she got back from it a little past sunset. She was about to leave when she remembered something. The sector police have a new policy that if they catch you out after dark, they send you to prison. Max can't afford to go to jail. They'd send her to Lydecker. So I told her she could stay over for the night. I thought it'd be okay. Oh, was I wrong. She called Kendra, we talked for a while and then she decided to take a shower.
Now I'm watching said shower. Oh my God this woman is unbelievably hot. She looks good enough with her clothes on but without... I'm damn surprised I'm still conscious. The only thing keeping me from breaking down the bathroom door and fucking her until next week is the fact that I can't feel or move the bottom half of my body. 'Sides. She could kick my ass. Oh, shit. She's getting out.
I exit the camera and pull up a web page I was looking at before. I hear the door open and I look down. Dammit. That always happens at the worst times. Alright, think about anything but Max. Um... Icebergs. Old ladies. Bling naked. Oh that did it. But it put a picture in my head I do not want. I don't think I'm gonna make it though the night. Oh please, I don't want to screw things up with Max.
"Logan?" Oh my... She's beside me. When'd she get beside me? I shove my legs and lower body under my desk.
"Y-yes?" Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit! I just had to stutter, didn't I?
"Are you alright?" Oh course I'm not alright! You're standing beside me, and looking oh so hot and smelling so good. Su,re she used my soap and shampoo, but there's her natural smell and the overwhelming smell of cherries that always seems to be around her. Makes me wanna go buy a damn cherry farm. I wonder if there are cherry farms...
"Logan?"
"I'm fine!" Sweet mother of... She is leaning over. I can see down her shirt. She's not wearing a bra. And she's wet. And I can see down her shirt. She gives me an amused look. I push myself farther under my desk.
"If you say so. I'm going to bed. Night."
"Night!" I turn and watch her walk to bed. Though the pajama pants I gave her to sleep in are baggy, I can see the outline of her ass. She has a nice ass. She also has a nice set of- She slams the door, scaring me. I'm just gonna go to bed. And dream. About Max. On top of me.
I wake up with a note taped to my face
Logan,
Went to work. See you later. Get rid of the cameras in the bathroom or I will kill you. You and I are having words when I get off of work
Max
Oh. Shit.
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Part 1 ~ Blissful Thoughts
By Callao
DarkAngelGirlie@aol.com
Feedback: Please? With chocolate covered Logan's on top? ::drools at the thought::
Rating: R
Summary: Logan thinks about Max while she's over.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own them
Distribution: Want it? Take it. Just send me an email saying you took and the addy of the page it's on.
Author's Note: Aiight. I reposted this then it messed up. ::sighz:: Nothing is new, just revised. If you want more, review and give me some ideas. And I'm not making Logan a pervert, I'm just playing ::evil grin:: with him and Max. Think of it as AU if you'd like...
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"It's not cynical. I mean, it's realistic. Every guy from... Manimal down to Mr. I-Love-The-English-Patient has beast in him. And I don't care how sensitive they act. They're all still just in it for the chase."
Faith ~ Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Beauty and the Beasts
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I'm dying. Oh my God, I'm dying. I'll either explode then die or just plain die.
Max is showering. She's in my house, in my bathroom, in my shower-naked. And I can see her.
I have cameras in every room in my house. For security reasons. And I have a camera in the bathroom. Two actually. The cameras are attached to the computer. So I'm watching her shower. Oh my dear Lord. She's washing her hair. I'm dying. From bliss.
I sent Max on one of my jobs earlier. Normal thing. She gets the bad guys, saves the innocent people and so on. Well, she got back from it a little past sunset. She was about to leave when she remembered something. The sector police have a new policy that if they catch you out after dark, they send you to prison. Max can't afford to go to jail. They'd send her to Lydecker. So I told her she could stay over for the night. I thought it'd be okay. Oh, was I wrong. She called Kendra, we talked for a while and then she decided to take a shower.
Now I'm watching said shower. Oh my God this woman is unbelievably hot. She looks good enough with her clothes on but without... I'm damn surprised I'm still conscious. The only thing keeping me from breaking down the bathroom door and fucking her until next week is the fact that I can't feel or move the bottom half of my body. 'Sides. She could kick my ass. Oh, shit. She's getting out.
I exit the camera and pull up a web page I was looking at before. I hear the door open and I look down. Dammit. That always happens at the worst times. Alright, think about anything but Max. Um... Icebergs. Old ladies. Bling naked. Oh that did it. But it put a picture in my head I do not want. I don't think I'm gonna make it though the night. Oh please, I don't want to screw things up with Max.
"Logan?" Oh my... She's beside me. When'd she get beside me? I shove my legs and lower body under my desk.
"Y-yes?" Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit! I just had to stutter, didn't I?
"Are you alright?" Oh course I'm not alright! You're standing beside me, and looking oh so hot and smelling so good. Su,re she used my soap and shampoo, but there's her natural smell and the overwhelming smell of cherries that always seems to be around her. Makes me wanna go buy a damn cherry farm. I wonder if there are cherry farms...
"Logan?"
"I'm fine!" Sweet mother of... She is leaning over. I can see down her shirt. She's not wearing a bra. And she's wet. And I can see down her shirt. She gives me an amused look. I push myself farther under my desk.
"If you say so. I'm going to bed. Night."
"Night!" I turn and watch her walk to bed. Though the pajama pants I gave her to sleep in are baggy, I can see the outline of her ass. She has a nice ass. She also has a nice set of- She slams the door, scaring me. I'm just gonna go to bed. And dream. About Max. On top of me.
I wake up with a note taped to my face
Logan,
Went to work. See you later. Get rid of the cameras in the bathroom or I will kill you. You and I are having words when I get off of work
Max
Oh. Shit.
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