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Dangerous
Games: Contact
"Staying
or going, Max?"
".....Staying."
//I
can't believe I just said that. I'm not
sure yet.//
Max
didn't move. Logan watched her
steadily, for a few moments. "Staying with me or staying on that particular floor tile?" No response. "Take your time and think about it. Me or the floor tile. I'll
be right back."
//Maybe
I should have kept my mouth shut. She's
not sure yet.//
Logan
managed to keep his hands steady as he wheeled himself into the bathroom. Max watched the door for the next ten
minutes, wondering what he was doing in there. She could hear sounds of running water, opening and closing drawers and
cabinets.
//Probably
giving me time to escape. Damn, Logan,
why do you have to be so noble all the time? Make me stay.//
Logan
returned to find Max frozen to the same spot where he had left her. Obviously still unwilling to move back into
the room, still unwilling to confirm her decision to stay. He lost his calm expression for an instant,
contemplating the disaster this could turn into. He schooled his expression back to one of polite interest, but
Max caught that brief vulnerability. Realizing that for once she had some small power over him, Max's
confidence returned.
//Like
he doesn't have just as much power over me. At least he doesn't know it yet.//
The
glint returned to Max's eyes, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her
lips. Slowly she walked across the
floor, her eyes locked onto his, hearing him struggle to keep his breathing
even. Until she reached the chair,
threw one leg across his lap, and straddled him. "I was never very fond of that floor tile." Logan gave up.
//This
time she knows what she's doing to me. Fine.//
Max
wove her fingers into Logan's hair and pulled his lips to hers. Logan responded to her kiss for a moment,
then pulled away. Before she had time
to protest, his lips found the sensitive skin behind her ear. Lingering there for a second, he slowly
moved down the column of her neck, pushing her shirt collar aside to find the
hollow of her collarbone. His hand
stroked the small of her back, sliding a few inches up under her shirt to trace
the line of her spine. His lips
traveled slowly back to hers, as his hands increased their pressure on her
back, her hips, her neck, moving into her hair as he kissed her with greater
intensity. Max's breathing quickened.
//Fine. So he does know what he's doing to me.//
Max
pulled away for a moment, resting her forehead against his, her hands stroking
his arms as they lay around her. She
spoke. "I assume that I have
to..." Logan interrupted, "Max, I might have mentioned that I'm still
a man and everything works. Don't
assume you have to do anything." Max fought back a smile and slid off of
him. "Logan, I've been sitting on
your lap for the past twenty minutes. I'm pretty clear on what works. As I was about to say, I assume I have to get off of you so you can get
yourself into the bedroom." Without a backward glance, Max headed towards the bedroom door, pausing
only to drop her shirt on the way in. Logan stared for a split second, then made it across the living room in
record time.
//I
probably shouldn't look to eager. But
at the moment I honestly don't give a shit.//
Max sat
on the edge of the bed, ridiculously happy about Logan's quick response. When he seated himself beside her, she
wasted no time in pulling his shirt off, pulling him over in the process. The next few minutes were a tangle of fabric
and limbs and lips, as they struggled to remove their remaining clothing
without ever breaking their kisses, kisses that fell on whatever exposed flesh
was closest. Later there would be time
to move slowly, to explore. But not
this time.
Their
breathing ragged, they lay side by side, kissing, stroking, too wrapped up in
each other to think. Moving against
him, Max hooked one thigh over Logan's belly. It was too much. Logan pulled
her to straddle his thighs, and she lowered herself onto him.
The
sensation of that first contact shocked both of them into immobility for a
moment. Then as they both regained
their breath with a gasp, Logan grasped Max by the hips and she started moving
on him.
Max
felt the heat in her belly building, moving, watching Logan's face as he watched
hers. Until only one point of contact
wasn't enough for either of them, and Logan pulled her down to stretch full
length on top of him. Max felt his
solid chest pressing against her breasts, the muscles in his arms as they moved
against her sides and back. Max froze
for an instant, shuddered, and collapsed on him as the tremors raced through
her. Logan's neck arched back and he
held her to him with all of the strength in his arms.
They
lay like that, as breathing slowed and heartbeats returned to normal. Some time later Max slid off Logan,
bonelessly, to curl at his side.
//What
now? Staying or going? I can't think.//
Logan's
hand found her face in the dark. Stroking her cheek, he slid his hand down her arm to grasp her hand,
loosely. Max made one more attempt at
coherent thought, but it was lost as Logan's fingers entwined with hers. She slept.