Max stretched the next morning, and nearly jumped out of bed in shock when she felt the body next to her

Max stretched the next morning, and nearly jumped out of bed in shock when she felt the body next to her. Then everything came flooding back and she had to smile. Logan's arm was wrapped around her waist and she could feel herself being held against his chest. God it felt so good to be close to him especially after last night.

After he'd told her he loved her, she had tried to say something, she still wasn't sure what, but only a squeak had come out. He put his finger against her lips. "Don't say anything," he whispered. It seemed like the best idea, so she kissed him instead. She wasn't sure if that kiss meant anything, but she wanted to let him know she wasn't going to run after hearing that. If anything, it made her want to stay with him. Where was that coming from?

It started to rain, and so they just snuggled together for a while, watching the rain that had started to fall, occasionally kissing, but not really talking. Max tried to sort out her feelings for Logan, but what were they really? He was her friend, and they could talk and laugh together. He annoyed the hell out of her, but would be so sweet at times like when he would surprise her with dinner after making her think he needed her to do an Eye's Only run. He was the first person who knew her real life history, and had fallen in love with her despite it.

She decided it was safer not to try and figure out what she felt for him tonight. Her head was a mess, and she was going to have to take some Depecote soon. What would that do to her? She went to sit up, but Logan held her against him. She smiled up at him. "I have to take my meds," she said.

"Dr. Ronald gave you something?" he asked. He'd tried to ask Normal earlier, but Normal had declared that would violate doctor/patient confidentiality, and refused to say anything. Now Logan knew why Max wanted to choke Normal on a regular basis.

"He gave me Depecote," she replied. "But it's in my jacket."

He grinned at her playfully, and then wheeled them both to her jacket. She giggled, realizing that he didn't want to let her off of his lap even for a moment. She got the bottle from her jacket, and took the amount written on the label. She sat there for a moment, wondering if she was going to start seeing purple goats dancing with pink frogs. Nothing was happening. Was that good or bad?

They sat together for a little while longer. "Hungry?" Logan finally asked.

"Mmmm?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Tired," she muttered snuggling closer on his shoulder. He could feel her soft breath on his neck. "Think the meds are working. Normal said it'd make me sleep." She felt them moving again.

Logan's bed was somewhat lower than an ordinary bed. It made it easier for him to get in and out of the chair. He didn't realize that it would also make it easier for him to reluctantly lift a sleeping Max from his lap and put her in bed. She woke up, and grabbed his hand. "Stay," she ordered sleepily.

"Max, baby, I'm going to sleep on the couch," he replied. He would much prefer his bed to the couch, but honor dictated as much.

Max scooted over a little. "Don't go," she said, and smiled at him. She patted the side of the bed. There was no way he could refuse that smile and that invitation. He'd crawled into bed with her, and she snuggled against him. Logan thought it would take forever for him to sleep with her against him, but he drifted off with no problems at all.

Now in the morning light, she rolled over so she could look into Logan's sleeping face. He relaxed totally when he slept. His spiky hair was sticking out in all directions, and she was sure that was a tad bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. He was so cute. His blue eyes opened a little, closed, and then shot open.

He grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand, jamming them on his face quickly. It wasn't a dream. She was really there. Nothing about last night had been a dream at all. "Good morning," he said with a huge grin. This was like Christmas morning when he was a kid, except he didn't have to wait to unwrap anything. She was really there.

"Good morning," she replied, smiling at his obvious delight. It was a so weird being with him this close, but she had no intention of moving. Unless he offered to make her waffles. In that case he would be out of the bed and in the kitchen before he could say "with fruit or syrup?"

She happened to glance at the time on his clock beside the bed, and jumped up with a squeak. "Oh crap!" she blurted. "I never sleep like this! I am going to be so late! Normal's going to kill me!" She started to crawl over Logan to get out of bed. He grabbed her around the waist and leaned up a little to place a kiss on the band of stomach her shirt was exposing. He let her go with a devilish grin.

"Have a good day at work," he said sweetly.

Do not get out of this bed, half of Max's brain ordered. Run like hell, the other half decreed. She had to pee. It might be better not to do it in bed. She got up and ran into the bathroom. After a two-minute shower, she wrapped a towel around her and went into Logan's closet. She'd been keeping a set of clothes here in case hers got filthy during an Eye's Only run. Like she'd never been face first in a mud puddle in the name of Eye's Only before.

She dressed quickly, and ran back into the bedroom. Logan was leaning back against the headboard, watching her. What difference was an extra two minutes going to make? She pounced him in a kiss that left them both breathless.

"Bye," she murmured, and ran out the door.

It took Logan a little while to calm down. He finally got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to get himself some coffee. Some was already percolating. Max didn't do that. Bling. What had he seen? Bling came from around the corner with a huge grin plastered on his face.

"It's not like that!" Logan said firmly.

"Of course not," Bling said placidly. "You're just good friends, right?"

"Right," Logan declared. Until Max said she wanted more that was all there could be to it. Hell, unless he got out of the chair that was all there ever could be to it.

Bling went into the bedroom for a minute, and then came back out. "Logan?"

"What?"

"I've had good friends in my life," he said with a grin. "Never left my underwear with them before." Logan turned blood red. Bling grinned wider. This was going to be a good day.