Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't make anything from them, just like to play with them.
A/N: By popular demand the conclusion to Maybe. Couldn't really get this the way I wanted in first person so switched to third. Hope this works had some writer's block. I didn't want to take things too far too fast – trying to keep to the characters as we know them and how they might actually behave.
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Max closed the door to Logan's apartment softly behind her. She had let herself in with her key but didn't want to take the chance of waking Logan if he was sleeping. Checking quickly she saw that the computers were down for the night and all of the lights were out. She moved quickly and quietly through the dark apartment to stand in front of Logan's open bedroom door.
With her enhanced vision she could clearly see him lying on his side facing the door, fast asleep. She listened carefully but his breathing appeared to be that of normal sleep, slow and relaxed. Reassured she moved softly towards his bed. He looked so much more vulnerable when he was asleep. Almost like a little boy except for the dark stubble of his unshaven (for at least several days) beard. His eyes were closed so she couldn't enjoy their beautiful blue color but in sleep and without his glasses his lashes were long and thick, ones many a female would envy.
As she watched he stirred restlessly but then settled quietly. She waited a moment then reached out to touch his hair lightly, as always amazed at its softness under her fingers. She gently ran her fingertip down his cheek then paused seized by a sudden desire to trace his lips,
// No, Max, you'll wake him for sure and then what do you do? Tell him you were hungry so came over to score some food? At 3 AM ?// Her mind told her hand to move away but her fingers had taken on a life of their own. Slowly she traced the outline of his lips and when he didn't react grew bolder and ran her finger over the slight opening between them, feeling his warm breath as he exhaled. She started to pull her hand back when disaster struck.
Logan's eyes opened at the same time his hand came up to grasp her wrist and hold her hand where it was, finger resting on his lips. Her usual lightning reflexes deserted her and she found herself unable to move her eyes locked with his, caught like a deer in headlights. //Shit, now what do I do?// she thought frantically. Seconds passed but it seemed like forever as she weighed her options and waited for Logan to say something.
Logan was in a deep sleep, dreaming what had become a regular dream these days. He was able to walk again and he and Max were out hiking together in the Cascades. In his dream they had stopped a moment to enjoy the view and he had pulled her into his arms. She was standing looking up at him and was tracing his lips with her finger. As the dream Max began to run her fingertip across the opening between his lips Logan suddenly came awake.
By the feel of his bed underneath him and the sheets over him he knew he was in his bed at home. Not yet opening his eyes he became aware that Max was standing over him and her finger was on his lips. // Okay, Logan, take it easy. Don't scare her away. Things are still too unsettled to do anything yet. Just treat this like every other night lately and don't let her know you're awake.//
Even as he was telling himself not to do anything rash it was too late. His hand had come up and he had grabbed her wrist, keeping her finger in place against his lips. His eyes opened and he was gazing into her startled dark brown eyes. Amazingly enough, Max, she of the superhuman reflexes and strength, appeared frozen. She could easily have broken free but stood there staring back at him unmoving.
For what seemed like an eternity they gazed into each other's eyes neither one wanting to make the first move.
// Do something Logan, you know you want to and she isn't trying to get away.// he thought.
// Does he know how much I want him to pull me down next to him ?// she thought.
Logan told himself to release her and make some wise crack to relieve the tension but instead his hand (which seemed to have taken on a life of its own) tightened on her wrist and he tugged her towards him.
Max could have easily resisted but her feet (which seemed to have suddenly become remarkably clumsy) tangled up and she fell onto the bed landing on top of Logan, face inches from his. Feeling like he was in one of his dreams, Logan released her wrist and reached up, tangling his hand in her hair and pulling her lips down to join his. He wrapped his other arm around her shoulders pulling her close.
Max felt like she was drowning in his eyes as wordlessly he pulled her into the kiss. His arms around her felt just as she had dreamed, strong yet gentle. She could feel his heart beating and smell that scent that was uniquely Logan, a mix of spice and soap and musk.
Their lips met and clung as they each learned the taste and feel of the other. Content at first to explore her lips, after a moment Logan reached out with his tongue and gently ran it across Max's mouth. She opened to him and their tongues met as they explored the taste of each other. Max lifted her hands and ran them through Logan's' hair enjoying the feel of it in her fingers while he pulled her even closer as the kiss continued, glorying in the feel of her in his arms.
Logan broke the kiss, rolling to his side and taking Max with him so they were lying facing each other, his arms still around her. For a moment they were both silent, gazing at each other. Finally, as seemed to be their norm lately, both spoke at once.
"Max, I…."
"Logan, I…"
Realizing what they had done they burst out laughing relieving some of the tension between them
"Max I'm not going to apologize. I've wanted to do that for a while now." Logan waited for her response.
"I've wanted you to do that for a while too" she confessed shyly. "Besides, if you apologized or told me that this didn't mean anything I think I would have to kill you." She grinned back at him.
"Max, you are going to kill me, just by being you." He hugged her tight and laughed. She hugged him back, and, greatly daring, dropped a light kiss on his lips.
"So now what happens?"
He looked at her seriously for a moment before replying.
" I was thinking along the lines of dinner and maybe a ride out to a scenic lookout I happen to know of."
"And?" she flirted.
"And you'll see. So it's a date?" He held his breath waiting for her answer.
"It's a date. When?" She couldn't believe he was actually asking her out on a real date.
" Tonight about 7:00. And, Max, I'm taking you out to dinner."
"In that case I better get going and let you get some sleep." She began to pull away but his arms tightened around her.
"Not without this." He pulled her back to him and kissed her once more, a kiss full of the promise of things to come. She went willingly and returned the kiss saying all of the things she couldn't yet say in words.
Rising she smiled at him and said.
"Until tonight, Logan."
"Until tonight, Max."