Title: Timing: The Needle (4/?)
Name: Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: PG 13
Setting: Logan's Apartment & then the Space Needle
"Bling." Max whispered around the corner, as Bling unloaded some groceries. "Is he up?"
"No, he is dead to the world on the couch. What did you do to him?" Bling said with fawn concern, knowing that what ever had transpired would not harm his employer in the least. Max looked at him anxiously, like Logan was a glass doll she had broken. "He's OK. Just teasing… He was just excited to do his exercises, listened to my advice, and even talked about trying the electric therapy I told him about a while ago. You got him convinced he could walk again. If I knew all it would take was you two to admit how you feel about each other, I would have played Cyrano a while ago."
"He told you," Max said a bit embarrassed.
"He didn't have to," Bling said to a puzzled looking Max. "I have known how he feels for some time although he would not admit it outright. I knew that you were really the key to making it happen. If you said yes, he would do anything to make it work. If you said no, things would have gone on with the crazy level of sexual tension you guys have," Bling said simply staring down cutting up broccoli for lunch.
"Did he tell you he thought he had some sensations in legs the other night?" Max stated to change the subject.
"No. What type of sensations? Pin pricks? Where exactly were they?" Bling asked very intrigued.
Max didn't think she wanted to tell Bling that Logan had said it was in his toes when they were kissing. "Maybe it would be better to ask Logan about that. Besides I came with a purpose, could you help me do something special for Logan?" Bling just looked at Max slyly.
"Max, where are you taking me?" Logan said from under the blindfold that she put over his eyes.
"Hang on Eyes Only. We will be there in a minute. Bling could you?" Max pointed at a basket of food and wine in the elevator next to his feet. She pushed Logan's wheelchair onto the observation deck at the Space Needle. This was not her usual vantagepoint but due to Logan's fear of heights it would do.
"Do I get to see soon? Why do I get the feeling the reason for the blindfold was because I would not have done this by my own volition?" Logan stated a little frustrated being left out of the loop.
"Tada!" Before Logan Cale's eyes was a picnic in the Space Needle. Max had set it all up for him, a surprise for him. "You told me that the hardest part for you to come up here would be the ride up. I just eliminated the knowledge of what you were doing and now you're here. Kind of like blinders on a horse," Max joked.
"So, I'm a horse, am I?" Logan said as Bling helped him to the blanket glaring at her as she only laugh.
"Cale, when you get back we are discussing the sensations you had in your legs," Bling said sternly as Logan shot his head around to look at Max, pretending to be oblivious to Logan's gaze.
"You two have been talking and conspiring together, I can see. It may be best if you don't do that anymore," Logan said a little flustered.
"I'll be back in an hour and a half to help clean up," Bling said as he got back on the elevator. They were alone. They had a picnic, wine, food, candles, and a breath-taking scene.
"You told him about my legs," Logan looked at Max with a smirk.
"I thought it was important," Max said with fervor.
"Oh please! It was probably a way to get out of talking about something you didn't want to discuss," Logan said with confidence.
"And what if it was?" Max countered.
Logan looked down & then back up into Max's brown eyes. He played with her hair and said seductively, "I don't know. I kind of liked the idea that we were the only two that knew effect you have on me."
Max face became very hot. Her heart began to pound. Logan touched her cheek. With every stroke of her cheek, she felt he was breaking down walls inside her. He gazed into her eyes deeply, longingly. His focus then shifted to her lips, then back to her eyes. He cupped the side of her head with his hand, bringing her to him. Their lips touched. The pounding of her heart was almost deafening. He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. Not even when he was with Valerie had he been so effected by someone. Logan listened to his heart race with excitement, his mind fill with only Max, and his body tingle and quiver at her touch.
Max looked up into Logan's eyes timidly. She was finding softness in herself, which she was not used to. She had been with men before. Hell, when she had been in heat once she had picked up the guy, done him, and tossed him out in a matter of hours. She always fancied herself one who liked it passionate and rough. This delicate and soft approach to things stirred so many more emotions in her. She assumed that was why she avoided it. She did not know she was capable of the level of tenderness she was experiencing. She had the freedom to express emotions non-verbally in a relationship that had been entirely verbal just days before.
"This is the place I come late at night to think. Actually, I go out there," Max pointing to the edge. "Balance not being an issue for me. I set up here to accommodate you."
"Thank you. I appreciate that. If we picnicked out there, I would probably panic & fall to my death," Logan said obviously petrified at the possibility.
"I saved you from falling off a building once. I wouldn't let it happen again. You are fine here?" Max asked.
"Yes," Logan said still avoiding thoughts of falling off the needle.
Max could tell he was unnerved, "How do you deal with your apartment? You are on the top floor with all glass walls."
"My view is great, I just don't look down. I am fine as long as there is no danger of falling," Logan responded.
"I won't let you fall," Max said.
"There are some things I don't mind falling for," Logan said coyly.
"We are back to a double antondra, aren't we," Max said amused.
Logan and Max ate their meal making small talk. He told her about his latest progress in his physical therapy. He had become aware that normally he only talked about corruption and "work" with her. She was excited about his progress. He tried to feed her some fruit. She quickly turned it down saying she was not ready to share food. Logan laughed, "Fruit is too intimate."
"No. Just too baby like. I can feed myself and it is a weird ritual anyway," Max said flippantly. They finished their meal and began to settle into each other's arms.
Logan just sat looking into Max's soul lovingly stroking her cheek. The world was right on course as his mother used to say. This was where he was supposed to be, with Max. He did not wonder for the future or regret the past; he had what he wanted right there in his arms.
He had tried to think of pet names that he could call her. There were none he thought she would allow. He wanted to call her "My love," as his father had his mother but it was too soon for that. Food was demeaning, sweet did not work, and an angel she wasn't. He would call her Bast; the statue of the goddess first stole from him. It was the only name that made sense. She was all of the attributes of the goddess and more to him. "I have decided something," he said triumphantly. "You are my Bast. There is no other name to call you that fits."
Max giggled. //Dear God, I've never giggled for a guy in my life. This may not be all good. // "Am I supposed to give you a god title now?"
"No. Its just you're complex. 'Sweetie' doesn't really work for you."
"And why not?"
"Don't take this the wrong way," Logan said waiting to get clobbered. "You aren't really sweet."
"I'm not sweet huh. I'll show you how sour I can be" and proceeded to tickle Logan relentlessly. This led to them rolling about on the blanket a bit, luckily avoiding most of the food. "Am I sweet?" Max said more like a threat then anything; having Logan pinned to the blanket below. Her whole body on top of him. It was a moment until she realized the position they were in.
"IF I say NO can we continue?" Logan said not joking at all. Having her on top of him did more good to his legs then all the therapy he had done so far. His desire for Max was strong. And his desire to get the use of his lower body stronger still. He knew that he could feel his legs, why only when she touched him, he could not say, but he knew it was true.
Max was not quite sure what to do. She decided it was better to continue to play then to get hot and bothered at this point. She continued to tickle Logan, who eventually tickled her in return. It felt so good to laugh loud and hard. "I surrender sweetness," Logan said after a while. She collapsed beside him. He rolled on his side to face her. "I will call you 'sweetness,'" Logan said. She liked his nickname for her. He kissed the tip of her nose. She was in heaven.
They kissed a little side by side. Hormones became a bit stronger and the kissing became more intense. Max pulled away and put her back to Logan. He was neither offended nor daunted, used some of what he had learned of her tastes from the other night to his advantage. He began to kiss her shoulders and neck. She began to melt, breathing heavily. "Bling … will be … back soon," she managed to say even as she moved her neck to guide him where to kiss.
Logan pulled Max to him, guiding her chin back towards him. He lightly kissed her lips. "You're right. I just enjoying having you near me. I have wanted this for so long. At the same time, I don't want things to go too fast either," he said kissing her lips again. "It is important to me that nothing is rushed." He stroked her cheek and then they both sat up. She bit her lower lip while looking at him. She wanted to continue but knew it was better to wait. One of the things she had learned in the world was no one ever said they regretted waiting to have sex, though often heard the other way around. "OK, that's one thing you can't do if you want things to stay…well paced."
"What?" asked Max having no clue what he was talking about.
"Bite your lower lip every few minutes. I won't be able to control myself. I'm not that strong a man," he said exacerbated.
"You like that, huh? I'm going to have to remember that," she whispered in his ear seductively lightly rubbing her lips on his ear.
"OK that's off limits too," he stated as the elevator doors opened.
Bling walked toward them with a big smile. "How was the view, Logan?" Bling asked.
Logan looked at Max, "Amazing."