Broken
by
Teris Xenite
terisxenite@hotmail.com
Authors note: This story contains
elements a bit darker than my other stories. There is nothing explict
in this chapter, but there is some angst. It is M/L shipper (come
on no one is really suprised at that are you?). The story is unfinished
but new chapters are comming soon, right after I post the conclusion of
12 days.
"Don't be scared Max, you know that
I'll never hurt you. Just relax and trust me." He placed a
gentle kiss on each of her eyelids and slid a soft satin blindfold over
her eyes. How on Earth did I let this happen? One minute
I'm trying to apologize to him and the next he's whispering about how he
thought that you trusted him.
Come on who are you trying to
kid? It was that lost little boy look that when he told you that
he wanted you to trust you with the bad things as well as the good. Yep
that's the moment that you decided to do anything just so long as it would
wipe that look off of his face. Not that it's the smartest thing
that you've ever done, and it certainly wasn't tactically sound, but damn
it what was I supposed to do? That look made me feel like I kicked a puppy
or something.
She'd told them that she did trust
him, and the pain in his eyes was more than she could bear when he said:
"I want to believe that Max. Really I do, but how can I when you always
run off the second that something frightens you? I understand that
you're scared Max, but I love you and I swear to you that I will never,
ever hurt you."
That was how she'd come to take the
pills he'd given her. The ones that sapped her strength and left
her as vulnerable as any other woman before him. Her need to take
comfort in his warmth and strength led her into his embrace and to his
gentle but passionate kiss. She felt her knees go weak as he held
her close and kissed her breathless. She looked at him in a frightened
panic. Her previous experiences had been frantic, heat induced tumbles,
not the slow and gentle seduction that she was facing now.
"Sh Max it's ok, you don't have to
be scared. You never have to be afraid of me I promise." Logan kissed
her again trying to prove his feelings for her as words could not.
Max had never realized the intensity of feeling that could be conveyed
with a kiss, or the joy that could accompany a single touch. There
was something powerful about being held in his arms and knowing that if
he chose he could use his strength against her, but knowing deep in her
heart of hearts that he would never hurt her.
Logan pressed his body close to his
as they slowly danced around his living room to the strains of a waltz.
Her head began to swim under the barrage of new sensations. Moving
from the dance into a tighter hug he lifter her from her feet and carried
her across the room still swaying to the music. He sat her down in
front of the window that she'd used as her escape route the night they
met.
"Did I ever tell you how much I hoped
you'd come back after that first night?" Max shook her head once again
marveling at the sheer masculinity of him. "You captivated me from
the very first moment that I saw you." He smiled and brushed a curl
of hair away from her face. "You still captivate me Max.
Every time I see you, you take my breath away." Don't run from me now
Max, we're so close.
He saw her waver, then witnessed
the frightened, hunted look return to her eyes. He knew that if he
didn't do something she would bolt and he would likely never see her again.
He kissed her again, far more gently this time. She trembled at his
gentle touch and started to speak to distance herself from him. He placed
a finger over her lips to still her protests. "You don't have to
say anything Max. I know you're not ready to love me yet, and I can
understand that. It's ok, all I'm asking is that you trust me and
let me love you. Will you do that for me?"
Max bit her lip and thought about
it for a few seconds before nodding quickly and he could see that she was
still uncertain. "Don't worry angel, I'm not gonna hurt you
I promise." He said noting her tightly closed eyes and tensed muscles.
He pulled her close to him and placed a kiss on her neck then held her
until she finally relaxed and leaned her head into his chest. "It's
okay, we'll take this as slowly as you need to ok?"
She nodded and leaned in closer to
him. "Logan it's not that I don't want to love you. I really do.
I just, I just don't know how."
Logan laid his hand over her heart.
"Your heart already knows the way Max, you just have to trust it."
A kiss followed this proclamation, then he lay a kiss on her forehead.
"I know you're scared baby, but I promise if it gets to be too much all
you have to do is ask and I'll stop."
"O-ok." He pulled her trembling form
into his arms cradling her like the priceless treasure that she was.
His hand traced soft, comforting circles over her back and held her willing
her to draw the strength to fight her fears from his love for her.
She had buried her head into his
shoulder again, and her eyes were once again clenched shut. After
a few moments, he felt her relax and a few moments after that she stopped
trembling which he took as a good sign. He once again damned Lydecker
to a thousand hells for the scars that he'd inflicted upon her. How
could anyone do such a thing to a child? A beautiful, innocent child?
Ever since she'd told him the truth,
he'd fully understood her fears of intimacy. How could she not fear
it when the one who caressed her and told her she was beautiful by night
was also the one who tormented her and reprimanded her by day? "Logan,
I'm scared." She said in a fragile, childlike voice.
"I know baby, I know. It's
gonna be alright I promise. You're safe here, and I love you no matter
what, ok?" God, please let me get this right,let this work for her sake
if not mine.
She gulped back a few tears.
"Ok." He kissed her gently murmuring words of love and devotion.
One of his hands soon found itself buried in her soft hair running his
fingers through it and gently massaging her scalp. "You are so beautiful
Max, so precious, so very special to me. Nothing will ever change
that I promise."
He kissed her again very softly,
and brushed away a few tears that had gathered on her cheeks. "Is it ok
if we go into the bedroom so we'll have more room to cuddle? I promise,
nothing will happen that you don't want to."
She took a deep breath and then nodded.
"Ok."
*That's the end of chapter one.
I kept the references to a minimum but for those of you who are still curious
or just need confirmation. Yes, Max is a survivor of incest and Lydecker
is a sick son of a bitch. The next chapter will be more intense,
you've been warned. Do not flame me and say that you weren't. Any
and all feed back is appreciated. Even flames which will be used
to roast marshmellows.
