Warning: too much exposure to this fic with give you tooth decay. Oh and it makes more sense if you've seen "Red"
Max parked her bike in the basement parking lot and took the elevator to the penthouse. She contemplated using the doorbell but then she remembered what Logan had said about letting herself in. She pulled out her knife, unlocked the door, and walked through.
Her mouth opened slightly as the sight before her left her speechless. The apartment was dark except for the two rows of candles set on the floor. It was creating a trail and the cobblestone of the trail was a thin carpet of rose petals. She took off the backpack and set it on the floor. She took off her jacket and boots (not wanting to dent the petals) and set them by her bag.
She walked down the path and little smile gracing her lips. The trail led through Logan's room and into the master bath. She stood looking in to the room in awe. There was candles on every countertop, every shelf, and lining the tub, which was steaming. The air was filled with the sweet smell of oils and she could already imagine herself climbing into the hot bath.
She walked up to the tub and picked up the card that was resting on the edge. Inside it said, "You go above and beyond for me every day," she frowned a little with the mention of work but continued reading, "I though you deserved to go back to where you came from." Max grinned and put the card back down.
Later...
Max lay in the warm water and let the sweet smell of the oils flood her senses. She took in a deep breath and let out a moan that almost sounded like a purr. It had been about a half-hour and the water was beginning to cool but the feeling was to great to give up.
She was startled as the door opened slightly and a package was snaked around the edge and dropped on the floor. Torn between staying in the bath and finding what was in the box she deliberated for a second. "Well you know what they say about cat's and curiosity," she thought to herself. Mysteriously there were no towels to be found but that was probably a good considering the flames all around her. Thankful that Logan's apartment was warm and breeze proof so Max stood up in the tub and walked over to the box. She lifted the lid to find a brand new large white towel. She smiled. "Logan you're a god." She lifted it up and ran her hands over it. Not only was it new but it was the soft and fuzzy kind. She dried herself off and changed back into her clothes. Then carefully hung the towel up to dry, extinguishing a few candles just to be safe.
Max was going to stick her head around the door, feeling like a kid on Christmas, but she resisted and blew through the door in her usual over confident way.
"Logan?" she called as she walked.
"In the kitchen." She grinned and walked in that direction. The fluorescent light from the kitchen suddenly went out and she followed the candle glow. She stopped at the edge of the room and leaned against the separator. Logan looked up at her with a little grin. They starred at each other for a minute. Logan was freshly shaven, which was such a rarity that she had forgotten how it looked…it looked good. He was dressed nicely in a black sweater turtleneck and she assumed khakis (he was behind the table after all). He had that cute anticipation look on his face.
"So what's with the royal treatment?" she asked.
"I thought we should have an employee appreciation day," he quipped back.
"So did Bling get a bath too?"
"Yeah but he likes bubbles." Max laughed and grabbed a seat across from him at the table. She went to dig in but he was still staring at her.
"What are you waiting for? Don't want it to get cold do you?" she laughed while taking a helping of the pasta dish.
"Of course not," he smiled turning his attention to the food in front of them. "I almost forgot." He said purposefully as he reached around to the back of his chair. He pulled out one of the boxes Max had collected and opened it. From it, he drew a bottle of good pre-pulse wine.
Max parked her bike in the basement parking lot and took the elevator to the penthouse. She contemplated using the doorbell but then she remembered what Logan had said about letting herself in. She pulled out her knife, unlocked the door, and walked through.
Her mouth opened slightly as the sight before her left her speechless. The apartment was dark except for the two rows of candles set on the floor. It was creating a trail and the cobblestone of the trail was a thin carpet of rose petals. She took off the backpack and set it on the floor. She took off her jacket and boots (not wanting to dent the petals) and set them by her bag.
She walked down the path and little smile gracing her lips. The trail led through Logan's room and into the master bath. She stood looking in to the room in awe. There was candles on every countertop, every shelf, and lining the tub, which was steaming. The air was filled with the sweet smell of oils and she could already imagine herself climbing into the hot bath.
She walked up to the tub and picked up the card that was resting on the edge. Inside it said, "You go above and beyond for me every day," she frowned a little with the mention of work but continued reading, "I though you deserved to go back to where you came from." Max grinned and put the card back down.
Later...
Max lay in the warm water and let the sweet smell of the oils flood her senses. She took in a deep breath and let out a moan that almost sounded like a purr. It had been about a half-hour and the water was beginning to cool but the feeling was to great to give up.
She was startled as the door opened slightly and a package was snaked around the edge and dropped on the floor. Torn between staying in the bath and finding what was in the box she deliberated for a second. "Well you know what they say about cat's and curiosity," she thought to herself. Mysteriously there were no towels to be found but that was probably a good considering the flames all around her. Thankful that Logan's apartment was warm and breeze proof so Max stood up in the tub and walked over to the box. She lifted the lid to find a brand new large white towel. She smiled. "Logan you're a god." She lifted it up and ran her hands over it. Not only was it new but it was the soft and fuzzy kind. She dried herself off and changed back into her clothes. Then carefully hung the towel up to dry, extinguishing a few candles just to be safe.
Max was going to stick her head around the door, feeling like a kid on Christmas, but she resisted and blew through the door in her usual over confident way.
"Logan?" she called as she walked.
"In the kitchen." She grinned and walked in that direction. The fluorescent light from the kitchen suddenly went out and she followed the candle glow. She stopped at the edge of the room and leaned against the separator. Logan looked up at her with a little grin. They starred at each other for a minute. Logan was freshly shaven, which was such a rarity that she had forgotten how it looked…it looked good. He was dressed nicely in a black sweater turtleneck and she assumed khakis (he was behind the table after all). He had that cute anticipation look on his face.
"So what's with the royal treatment?" she asked.
"I thought we should have an employee appreciation day," he quipped back.
"So did Bling get a bath too?"
"Yeah but he likes bubbles." Max laughed and grabbed a seat across from him at the table. She went to dig in but he was still staring at her.
"What are you waiting for? Don't want it to get cold do you?" she laughed while taking a helping of the pasta dish.
"Of course not," he smiled turning his attention to the food in front of them. "I almost forgot." He said purposefully as he reached around to the back of his chair. He pulled out one of the boxes Max had collected and opened it. From it, he drew a bottle of good pre-pulse wine.