Summary: 3 men, 3 different bodies. One answer.
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: DA belongs to the same people it always did. I just play with them from time to time.
The Decision
It was a first; three completely different men, often at odds with each other, all wanting the same thing. Not only that, but they wanted her opinion, wanted her to choose. How on earth was she supposed to do that - to their faces, no less? She didn't like the idea in the first place and the demand that she be the one to decide was just wrong. How could she choose?
"So, what do you think, Max?"
Hmm. It depended how one looked at them, she supposed. All three were fine specimens in their own way.
Logan's appeal was differnt that the others; he lacked the perfection that was a byproduct of genetic ehancements and superior genes, but he was a beautiful man all the same. His flaws appealed to her in a way that the others' perfection did not. He wasn't overly tall, exceptionally well built, particularly broad shouldered or possesing a strong presence. His hair was sandy, eyes a pale blue-grey, skin slightly weathered and creased with stress and the daily toll of his life experiences. He wore glasses, had telltale signs of stubble on most days, didn't fill out his clothes with a muscular physique. Logan didn't have Transgenic beauty but she found him sexy - for a human.
Zack was broad, and his skin was lightly bronzed from exposure to sun and sea, having spent much of his time chasing their siblings along the West Coast. His hair was blond with sunkissed highlights and his eyes alternated between ice blue and sea green depending on his emotions. He had a strong jaw and chiseled features that some would call harsh and others would swoon over. Zack had the body of a man, not a boy. A young man in his prime. He also had an air about him that commended attention and she found herself more often than not, almost bending to his will when he barked orders. It surprised her that she thought of that as sexy, somehow. Before, she had never particularly thought of him as sexually appealing; he was her brother and their common history should have dictated that he remain so. However, circumstances changed and she couldn't help but notice just how pleasing he was to look upon.
Then there was Alec, the dark blond, hazel eyed man whose eyes flashed a dark green and gold when passionate or angry, and whose devilish smile could melt the hardest resolve. He was tall and lean with a well toned body consisting of strong arms, a hard, flat abdomen and chest, a tight behind and muscular thighs. His face was baby soft, smooth, eyes fringed in long lashes that fanned attractively over his cheeks when he blinked that seductive, lazy gaze. His cat-like grace belied a ruthless power that rippled beneath the surface. He was sleek and beautiful.
But none of those attributes, on any of the three men, mattered at the moment.
Max bit her lip and paused, considering, "Um..."
What was she supposed to say?
"Well?"
She glanced between the three men and shook her head.
"No," she replied firmly.
Who could blame her? She hated sandals, full stop.
And besides, they all had ugly feet.
