Disclaimer: Well, I first posted this story a ways back. Summer of 01. Before everything psycho happened. And well, I've gone over and edited and redone some of it. Maybe made it a tad less cheezey scoffs yea right. So, because maybe it'll get a better response the second time around…yeah. Here you guys go. Hope you enjoy! And again, this was my FIRST piece of writing so if it sucks….no worries, I've changed since then. Oh and I don't own dark angel…wait…no one does…so does that mean we have to use these anymore?
A/N: ok, this story, in my opinion, is definitely one of my worst. Granted it has it's moments and maybe even some good lines but over all. It's all a pile of smelly cheeze that no one wants to digress into. Unless you do. I mean, you are here. shrugs well, it's completely season one stuff. Lets just pretend none of season two happened yet. This is after BBWW, that I know. The whole blood transfusion deal worked and he has his legs for ever…bla bla bla bla…so anyways. I hope you guys like it. smiles
~*Dreams*~
He entered her room wearing a soft dark green robe, loosely tied at his waist open just enough to see his broad and lightly haired chest. He crept towards he, He shuddered with lust as he gazed at her, the position being slightly provocative and even a tad erotic. Sensing his presence, she stirred ever so slightly into a more provocative position, driving him more insane with lust and desire. The man quickened his pace in anticipation of what was to come.
Reaching the bed, after what seemed like an eternity, the man sat and began to slowly stroke her thigh. Eager to consummate their love, she reached her hand up to stroke his face as his hand began to slide up her leg. Suddenly she froze as her hand made contact with his face. . The cheek was smooth, not stubble covered as she had expected, and hoped for
Max opened her eyes. Lydecker was sitting on her bed, hand on her thigh, the hand slowly moving upwards. "It's ok Angel, we were meant to be like this." Lydecker whispered.
Unable to think, let alone move, Max lay terrified as Lydecker's hand lightly came in contact with her…
…Max's eyes snapped open and she sprung awake. Her body was glazed with cold sweat and a nauseous feeling enflamed in the pit of her stomach. Quickly, she surveyed the room and yelled in frustration, "Damn dream, what is that the third time this week? And its never the right guy, first Sketchy, then Normal, and now Lydecker!"
Max's stomach churned at the thought of really having Lydecker on her bed. Never ever she declared. As hard as she fought it, for the last past month almost every night some form of this excruciatingly morbid dream seemed to come to her. Always the same setting, time, and ending: Max awaking in a cold sweat, her stomach churning.
To make matters worse, she couldn't really tell anyone about the dreams either. Max groaned as she imagined herself walking up to Original Cindy and Kendra then announcing, "So I keep having this creeped out dream where I'm spose to hit it with Lydecker. You know the guy who created my siblings and me. My own personal Anti-Christ. Can you tell me what this is suppose to mean?"
And only God knows what Logan would think about this one. He'd probably just kick himself in the ass for not having the courage to tell her that he wished it was him in the dream, all the while she would be silently reprimanding herself for wanting it to be Logan in her dreams. What's a poor girl to do?
Max shrugged it off and decided to take a ride on her baby to cool her jets. Hopefully that would take her mind off of that god forsaken dream.
Logan lay in his bed reading some notes on his latest Eyes Only mission Max and him to conquer. Hearing his door open, he looked up. His mouth went dry as she leaned against the doorway in black lacey negligee.
"I couldn't sleep so I decided to drop by to see what's up." Max explained with an underlying tone of lust and desire. Logan sat speechless, his face paling as all his blood seemed to flow to the land down under rather than to his brain.
Max raised her eyebrows, "Seems like I arrived just in time to find out too."
Logan's face flushed bright red as he squirmed uncomfortably trying to maintain some dignity. "Well, you go walking around wearing almost nothing, what do you expect?"
Max smiled and began to walk to his bed, "I expect a lot of things, but tonight all I expect is you."
Logan forced a smile, "Uh Max, what's going on?"
Max reached his bed and crawled up to Logan straddling his waist and leaning so their faces were mere inches apart, "Hopefully us." Max whispered as she kissed him. Logan tried with all of his might not to kiss her back but for crying out loud he was only so strong.
The Kiss deepened and Max's hands began to wander down to the waistband of the gray sweat pants Logan was wearing. Logan, bursting with desire, was caught off guard and jumped as Max's hands slid beneath his sweat pants.
Logan broke the kiss and searched Max's eyes in question, "Are you sure?" he whispered. Max nodded in response and Logan allowed Max to continue. He kissed her for all she was worth, as her hands laid claim to his…
Logan jumped awake. His body covered with hot sweat. He looked around the room silently hoping Max had indeed broken in. Frustrated that she was no where to be seen he exclaimed, "Argh, what is that the third time this week? If I ever want sleep I'm going to have to stop dreaming about her."
Logan stood up and walked to the bathroom for water, visions of Max dancing through his mind, not in the least helping his arousal. Logan closed his eyes, 'think of mud, mud and dirt, yeah mud and dirt. Max in a mud pit covered in dirt…oh god. Grass, yes, think of green grass in a nice valley…with Max lying on a blanket wearing a bikini sunbathing…no. Sitting in a cabin…with grandmother in a thong…oh, ouch."
Logan opened his eyes and walked to his computer room, his dream still mingling in the back of his mind. It wasn't the first time he'd dreamed about Max, not even the fifth of sixth. But as he dreamt of her they were getting more and more intense. Always the same setting and ending: Logan awaking aroused and in a hot sweat.
To make matters worse he couldn't really tell anyone about the dreams either. Logan groaned as he imagined himself walking up to Bling and admitting, "I keep having this dream about Max and I. It's all ok until we start making out, then things proceed and I end up waking frustrated and horny. What do you think it's supposed to mean?"
And only God knows what Max would think about this one. "So Max, lately I've been having this dream that you and I are about to make love when I wake up and can't sleep the rest of the night cause all I can think about is you. So what should I do?" Logan shook his head in confusion. What's a poor guy to do?
Logan shrugged it off and decided to take a walk around the city to cool his jets. Hopefully that would take his mind off of that stupid dream.
Max rode her bike around for a while and eventually ended up at Crash. While there, she decided to throw caution to the wind and get totally shit face drunk.
Logan walked around for a while and eventually ended outside of Crash. What the hell, he decided. While there he let it all go and got totally piss ass drunk.
Max noticed that some guy, who was pretty damn hot, was sitting by himself and she wanted to go talk to him.
Logan noticed that some girl, who was pretty damn hot, was sitting by herself at the bar and wished he had the courage to go to talk to her.
Both in their drunken state ended up at a booth together.
Max, realizing someone was across from her asked with a very distinct slur, "Hey, who're you?"
Logan looked up with glazed eyes and answered with an equally distinct slur, "I'm me,." he retorted. "Who the hell're you?"
Max smiled, "No way, I'm totally me too!"
Logan smiled back, "Tha's great. So, wha're you here for?"
"I couldn't sleep, so why not get drunk, you know?" Max answered as she signaled for anther pitcher of beer.
Logan sighed, "Yah, I know the feeling. Don't you sleep?"
Max looked at the guy as the pitcher of beer appeared on the table. He looked really familiar but she was way too hammered to figure out why so she just shrugged it off. "Not really." She shrugged.
Logan furrowed his eyebrows, "Why not?"
"Oh you know, bad dreams."
Logan looked her over. She looked really familiar, but he was way to thrashed to figure out why so he just shrugged it off. "Really, wha' kine?"
Max clumsily poured herself and the guy some beer and took a drink, "Oh, you know, the kine when you're abut to bang the gong with your mortal enemy."
Logan nodded deliriously, "Uh hu, I know wha' you mean. Hey," the guy stopped and looked at her for a second. "You look really familiar. Do I know you?"
Max studied the guy for a second, "You look really familiar too."
Logan smiled tipsily, "Tha' mus' be it then. We are both familiar people, so of course we look familiar!"
Max gazed at him in awe, "Wow, you are really smart."
Logan snorted, "Yeah, I know huh, but why can't I sleep then?"
Max furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged. "I dunno."
Logan took a swig of his beer and slammed the glass onto the table, "I kno' why. Its those damn dreams, they're crazy."
Max nodded, "yeah, crazy."
Logan nodded with the girl, "Yeah, the dreams where you wake up in a hot sweat cause you're so turned on by the mos' beautiful girl in ever. And wa's better is she's yur co-worker who's always around so you keep thinkin' real dirty when you see her."
Max shook her head and explained, "No, it's the dreams where your enemy is trying to get with you. And you wake up in a cold sweat about to hork your guts up.
Logan sat puzzled, "No, nope, not my dreams, but oh well."
Max sat equally puzzled, "Yeah, different dreams, oh well."
Max and Logan sat and talked back and forth having the same conversation at least three more times before they left.
The next morning Max woke up with a splitting headache.
The next morning Logan woke up with a splitting headache.
Max tried to pull the covers over her head to block out the sun when she felt the covers being pulled off her.
Logan lazily pulled the covers onto him when he felt some one tug on them from the other side of the bed.
Slowly Max rolled over only to find herself staring at Logan.
Slowly Logan rolled over only to find himself staring at Max.
They both yelled in exclamation and pulled for the blankets to cover themselves causing the blankets to fall off the bed leaving nothing to the imagination.
Max and Logan froze for a second but quickly recovered both grabbing a blanket to wrap around themselves.
Max stared at Logan, "What are you doing in my bed?"
Logan looked at Max and cried, "Your bed? You're in my bed!"
"Well then how did I get here?" Max demanded.
Logan shook his head confusedly, "I have no clue, but uh, did we, uh you know?"
Max looked around the room, their clothes were scattered everywhere. "From the looks of things I think…yeah. But how? I mean why? How in the hell did we end up here?"
Logan shrugged, "All I remember is waking up because I was dreaming about you and me…uh you and me on a life threatening mission so I took a walk and went to crash for a few drinks."
Max stared at him inquisitively and said, "And all I remember is waking up cause I was having a nightmare about…well never mind what it was about. But I took a ride around the city and ended up at crash to have a few drinks…Oh."
"What Oh?" Logan asked.
"Well based on the stories and the current situation, my guess is we ended up together after getting totally hammered." Max admitted.
Logan sighed, "Well you can't change, or remember, the past so what do we do now?"
Max shrugged, "I'm not sure, have any suggestions?"
Logan shook his head, "Not a clue."
Max looked at Logan with a glint in her eyes, "Well we could always finish off the time we spent with something we'll actually remember."
Logan looked at Max, "What did you have in mind?"
Max smiled wickedly, "Oh you know a little of this a little of that, some of this."
Max leaned over and kissed Logan, scooting her body closer to his feeling the warmth radiating off of him. Logan broke the kiss and smirked, "What a novel idea."
Max just smiled and kissed him again Logan eagerly returning the kiss their hands exploring every curve of each other, scooting closer to each other moments away from they bodies entwining. Finally contact came and all the lust and desire exploded.
Suddenly both Max and Logan awoke. Max in her apartment and Logan in his penthouse. In unison they both exclaimed, "Argh…damn dreams, what is that the third time this week?"