After Midnight
Chapter 2
Author: Neda (Annetta) nedatn@home.com
Date 5-15-2001
Summary: Breakfast
Spoilers: Yes some.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. I don't own them. I don't own them. James Cameron,
Charles Eglee
and Fox do.
Max woke slowly and immediately sensed that something wasn't right. The smell of
her room was off.
Her's smelled like a combination of old paint, mildew and motor oil. No this
smell was different. Like
soap and polished wood and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. She inhaled deeply. Ahhh
that's what that was. A
slow grin spread over her face. That smell was male and not just any
male...LOGAN. That mixture of
laundry soap, shampoo and that certain spice that was pure Logan. To Max's
feline senses that smell was heaven.
Slowly her hand crept across the bed only to realize that she was alone. Max
rolled over on her
back and did one of those fabulous morning stretches. The full body kind with
arms up and back
arched and toes pointed. Man but she felt good this morning. As she slowly becae
more and more awake she remember the
events of the previous evening. The conversation with Logan and thier decision
to explore there
relationship...slowly. Oddly enough Max would expect to feel a certain amount of
apprehension at
this prospect but right now the only thing she felt was hungry. There was that
"cat that ate the cream"
(or soon would) grin again.
Max sprang out of bed and after a brief stop a the washroom proceeded to follow
her nose to the kitchen
. And the closer she got the better the smell. What that man could do with food
was positively sinful.
Logan was sitting at the island flipping pancakes on a flat electric griddle.
Beside it sat a mound of crisp bacon and a pitcher of milk.
Logan sensed her presence and glanced up. "Morning. Slept well I hope."
"Best nights sleep I've had in long time. Helps when you don't have to share
your bedroom with the sound of scurrying rats.", she replied.
Logan paused in his expert pancake flipping to pour her a tall glass of milk.
"Come sit and drink this while
I make you a plate. Knowing how you are I figured food would be one of the first
things on your mind this morning."
He set a plate in front of her and piled it high with fluffy pancakes and bacon
and set a small pitcher of maple syrup by it.
"Pancakes and bacon, Logan?" she asked. "Not that I'm conplaining but isn't that
a little simple for you. Thought
you always did things in a grand way." she quiped.
"Ah but the lady has not seen the piece de resistance yet." And with that
uncovered a bowl that she hadn't noticed and
produced the largest, redest strawberries she'd ever seen.
"And.....let us not forget for what are strawberries with out fresh whipped
cream." And with that he placed the strawberries
and cream in front of her.
Max snagged one from the bowl and swirled it in the cream. She closed her eyes
and took a large juicy bite and the flavor
burst over her tongue. She didn't think she had ever tasted anything this good
before. "God Logan that is unbelieveable."
Logan always delited in presenting Max with little treats like this. She was
really very easy to please. From the look on her
face he could tell she was really enjoying it....and for that matter so was he.
She was sitting there with her eyes closed and
head tilted slightly back. Her tongue darted out to catch the juice that had run
from the corner of her mouth. "It certainly is." he replied.
Something about the tone in his voice had Max opening her eyes and looking at
him. She caught his eyes and saw something
there that she hadn't seen before. There was a smokey gaze that made her forget
all about the treat she had been enjoying.
It made her heart leap into her chest and stirred up the butterflies in her
stomach. It seemed like forever that he held her gaze.
Suddenly he blinked.
"Eat your pancakes before they get cold.". he said smiling.
"Yes, sir. Never let it be said that I let a good pancake go to waste."
Max and Logan began eating there breakfast. Max was enjoying it so much that she
completely lost track of time. So when her
watch beeped it startled her a little. She glanced down and realized that it was
8:00 already and she was suppose to be at Jam Pony by 8:30.
"Oh man I'm gonna be late and Normal is gonna start his screaming early this
morning. Not like I care but it's such a nice
morning already." she groaned with a slightly sarcastic tone.
Logan laughed a little. "Yeah like you ever worry what he thinks."
"True but then there's Original Cindy who's gonna be all over me about where I
was last night and what I was doing and were
there any cute guys involved and all that kind stuff. She's a kinda mother hen
about that kinda thing."
"And what are you gonna tell her?" Logan asked suddenly serious and kind of
afraid of what her answer would be.
" Well I can always say that I was out riding my baby till late and didn't wanna
wake her but she has this thing she does with
her eyes when she looks at you. Kinda like she just knows your lying and can see
directly into your soul or something.
You know that look she gets when she props her hand on her hip and tilts her
head and makes that "Mmm Hmmm" noise."
Logan knew the look. She'd used it on him a time or two.
"Although I think I'll tell her the truth. I stayed at a very good friend's
house and yes there was definitely a cute guy involved."
And with that Max grabbed her backpack and darted around the island to place a
quick peck on Logan's check. "Gotta blaze. See ya."
And with that she was out the door.
Logan took a deep breath to recover from the whirlwind that was Max. Life was
good. That little kiss on the cheek was a lot
closer than Max had ever come before to initiating contat with him. It made
Logan smile to think back over last night and
this morning. Sure this morning was light and fun but he could tell that Max
hadn't forgotten what had occurred between them last night.
She was more relaxed and at ease than he had ever seen her before. It's like a
wall that she normally kept the real Max
hidden behind had started to slip a little and she was comfortable letting him
see her as she really was for the first time.
He could get used to this breakfast thing, he thought to himself. "And that
thought was way too fast after I promised her slow."
he muttered aloud to himself.
"Promised who slow and are there anymore of those pancakes left?" Bling stated
from the doorway to the kitchen.
Logan about jumped outta his skin because he hadn't heard bling come in. "Yes
there are plenty left and who I was
talking about is none of your business." Logan stated friendly like.
"It couldn't be tall, dark and gorgeous that just blazed outta here like her
pants were on fire could it?", Bling teased. He
had felt the tension between Logan and Max for a long time and was just waiting
for something like this to happen. He
would love nothing more than to see these two wounded souls heal each other.
"Maybe and that's all the answers your getting if you still want pancakes.", was
Logan's reply.
Today was definitely going to be a good day, he thought and set about cleaning
up the breakfast dishes.
Chapter 2
Author: Neda (Annetta) nedatn@home.com
Date 5-15-2001
Summary: Breakfast
Spoilers: Yes some.
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. I don't own them. I don't own them. James Cameron,
Charles Eglee
and Fox do.
Max woke slowly and immediately sensed that something wasn't right. The smell of
her room was off.
Her's smelled like a combination of old paint, mildew and motor oil. No this
smell was different. Like
soap and polished wood and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow. She inhaled deeply. Ahhh
that's what that was. A
slow grin spread over her face. That smell was male and not just any
male...LOGAN. That mixture of
laundry soap, shampoo and that certain spice that was pure Logan. To Max's
feline senses that smell was heaven.
Slowly her hand crept across the bed only to realize that she was alone. Max
rolled over on her
back and did one of those fabulous morning stretches. The full body kind with
arms up and back
arched and toes pointed. Man but she felt good this morning. As she slowly becae
more and more awake she remember the
events of the previous evening. The conversation with Logan and thier decision
to explore there
relationship...slowly. Oddly enough Max would expect to feel a certain amount of
apprehension at
this prospect but right now the only thing she felt was hungry. There was that
"cat that ate the cream"
(or soon would) grin again.
Max sprang out of bed and after a brief stop a the washroom proceeded to follow
her nose to the kitchen
. And the closer she got the better the smell. What that man could do with food
was positively sinful.
Logan was sitting at the island flipping pancakes on a flat electric griddle.
Beside it sat a mound of crisp bacon and a pitcher of milk.
Logan sensed her presence and glanced up. "Morning. Slept well I hope."
"Best nights sleep I've had in long time. Helps when you don't have to share
your bedroom with the sound of scurrying rats.", she replied.
Logan paused in his expert pancake flipping to pour her a tall glass of milk.
"Come sit and drink this while
I make you a plate. Knowing how you are I figured food would be one of the first
things on your mind this morning."
He set a plate in front of her and piled it high with fluffy pancakes and bacon
and set a small pitcher of maple syrup by it.
"Pancakes and bacon, Logan?" she asked. "Not that I'm conplaining but isn't that
a little simple for you. Thought
you always did things in a grand way." she quiped.
"Ah but the lady has not seen the piece de resistance yet." And with that
uncovered a bowl that she hadn't noticed and
produced the largest, redest strawberries she'd ever seen.
"And.....let us not forget for what are strawberries with out fresh whipped
cream." And with that he placed the strawberries
and cream in front of her.
Max snagged one from the bowl and swirled it in the cream. She closed her eyes
and took a large juicy bite and the flavor
burst over her tongue. She didn't think she had ever tasted anything this good
before. "God Logan that is unbelieveable."
Logan always delited in presenting Max with little treats like this. She was
really very easy to please. From the look on her
face he could tell she was really enjoying it....and for that matter so was he.
She was sitting there with her eyes closed and
head tilted slightly back. Her tongue darted out to catch the juice that had run
from the corner of her mouth. "It certainly is." he replied.
Something about the tone in his voice had Max opening her eyes and looking at
him. She caught his eyes and saw something
there that she hadn't seen before. There was a smokey gaze that made her forget
all about the treat she had been enjoying.
It made her heart leap into her chest and stirred up the butterflies in her
stomach. It seemed like forever that he held her gaze.
Suddenly he blinked.
"Eat your pancakes before they get cold.". he said smiling.
"Yes, sir. Never let it be said that I let a good pancake go to waste."
Max and Logan began eating there breakfast. Max was enjoying it so much that she
completely lost track of time. So when her
watch beeped it startled her a little. She glanced down and realized that it was
8:00 already and she was suppose to be at Jam Pony by 8:30.
"Oh man I'm gonna be late and Normal is gonna start his screaming early this
morning. Not like I care but it's such a nice
morning already." she groaned with a slightly sarcastic tone.
Logan laughed a little. "Yeah like you ever worry what he thinks."
"True but then there's Original Cindy who's gonna be all over me about where I
was last night and what I was doing and were
there any cute guys involved and all that kind stuff. She's a kinda mother hen
about that kinda thing."
"And what are you gonna tell her?" Logan asked suddenly serious and kind of
afraid of what her answer would be.
" Well I can always say that I was out riding my baby till late and didn't wanna
wake her but she has this thing she does with
her eyes when she looks at you. Kinda like she just knows your lying and can see
directly into your soul or something.
You know that look she gets when she props her hand on her hip and tilts her
head and makes that "Mmm Hmmm" noise."
Logan knew the look. She'd used it on him a time or two.
"Although I think I'll tell her the truth. I stayed at a very good friend's
house and yes there was definitely a cute guy involved."
And with that Max grabbed her backpack and darted around the island to place a
quick peck on Logan's check. "Gotta blaze. See ya."
And with that she was out the door.
Logan took a deep breath to recover from the whirlwind that was Max. Life was
good. That little kiss on the cheek was a lot
closer than Max had ever come before to initiating contat with him. It made
Logan smile to think back over last night and
this morning. Sure this morning was light and fun but he could tell that Max
hadn't forgotten what had occurred between them last night.
She was more relaxed and at ease than he had ever seen her before. It's like a
wall that she normally kept the real Max
hidden behind had started to slip a little and she was comfortable letting him
see her as she really was for the first time.
He could get used to this breakfast thing, he thought to himself. "And that
thought was way too fast after I promised her slow."
he muttered aloud to himself.
"Promised who slow and are there anymore of those pancakes left?" Bling stated
from the doorway to the kitchen.
Logan about jumped outta his skin because he hadn't heard bling come in. "Yes
there are plenty left and who I was
talking about is none of your business." Logan stated friendly like.
"It couldn't be tall, dark and gorgeous that just blazed outta here like her
pants were on fire could it?", Bling teased. He
had felt the tension between Logan and Max for a long time and was just waiting
for something like this to happen. He
would love nothing more than to see these two wounded souls heal each other.
"Maybe and that's all the answers your getting if you still want pancakes.", was
Logan's reply.
Today was definitely going to be a good day, he thought and set about cleaning
up the breakfast dishes.