Title:
Care
Name:
Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: PG-13
"I can't believe ya
made me wait till lunch to tell me about last night," Original Cindy says
as we munch on lunch.
"It
was too late when I got home and I didn't feel like having the Bip monster all
over my ass today."
"Well…Spill!" she demands
as Sketchy and Herbal pull up chairs.
"I'm not good at the girl talk
thing especially around guys…"
"Max, we only want ya
best," Herbal chimes in.
"Fine- we had dinner and
watched a movie."
"Whatever…Home girl's smile has
been way to wide for that to have been it," Cindy interjects.
"Did ya get it on?"
Sketchy asks in between bites.
"NO!" I don't want to talk
about this… This is private. ME and LOGAN only.
"He told ya he loves ya…"
Herbal said disturbing my inner monologue. I must have smiled unconsciously
because Cindy looks ready to burst.
"That's it… Ya'll stopped
dancin'… Ya got down to the real thing… Finally! Now when ya gonna take the
next step?" Original Cindy demands.
"Hello… My life! I'll take
things as slow or as fast as I want. Right now I'm just getting comfortable
with the whole thing… Can we venture on to a new subject? I'm getting
bored."
Today has slightly sucked. The
tremors hit about a half an hour ago but the meds aren't helping… So instead of
going home, I'm in the elevator of Logan's building…Why? How the hell should I
know?! It's instinct. He's my first impulse now. I'm in danger, hurt, or sick,
I fly to Logan. My hands as shaking pretty bad. I'm just watching myself
tremble as the elevator doors open. Almost there, Logan will take care of me.
I just knocked. I brace myself
against the doorframe. "Hey there, sexy," I say as he answers the
door. His face contorts with concern. Without a word he pulls me into his lap
and rolls us into the kitchen. I snuggle into his arms, putting my head on his
shoulder. He pours me a large glass of milk.
"Can you hold it?" he asks
softly.
My hands are shaking so bad that
milk spills from the side. He takes the glass back and holds it while I drink.
He sets it on the counter and wheels us toward his bedroom. "Where are we
going?" I ask.
"My room. We're going to get
you set up in there," he says.
"Why?" My brain is getting
foggy.
"Because I can bring you
everything thing you need and there is room for me to lay down beside you to
stroke your hair."
"You're too good to me
Logan."
We reach the bed and he sets the
break. He lifts me out of the chair and lays me down. If I felt better, I would
act surprised, but right now a duck could be president and I would think
everything was cool. "I'll be back in a minute," Logan whispers. In a
few short minutes, he has returned with milk and my pills. I take a hand full
and drink a ton of milk. My tremors are beginning to lessen.
Logan moves to my feet to remove my shoes and socks.
It's been a while since I've felt this weak. He rolls to his dresser. He
reappears with a t-shirt and boxers. "These will be more
comfortable," he says sweetly. I keep waiting for Logan to roll away.
"No way Max. You'll end up as a puddle on the floor." I was too tired
to argue. He'll be well behaved I know. He helps me remove my coat. I remove my tank top over my head and put on
the t-shirt. Logan kept his eyes on my face the whole time. I reached behind me
and unclipped my bra. He didn't expect me to do that. His eyes are a bit larger
as I snake my bra through the sleeve of the shirt. Now will be the hard part…
the pants. At least the t-shirt covers to almost my knees. Logan has to balance
me by holding my waist. I slide my pants off and I quickly put the boxers on.
I get back in bed. Logan is lying
beside me now. I don't know when he got there but I like it. I nuzzle his neck
as he strokes my hair. I'm almost asleep. I could get used to this.
It's raining again and I'm shaking
again. "Max, Max, Honey you need to wake up," I hear Logan say to me.
I open my eyes slightly. "Good girl. I need you to take some more pills
OK." He holds some of my meds to my lips. There is a new glass of milk
beside me that I swallow them down with. "I got you," he whispers
kissing my temple. "I got ya."
Periodically I hear Logan whispering
to me. I'm sure if he stopped talking to me he would go nuts. I don't think he
could work while I seizing anymore. He would feel he was abandoning me. I open
my eyes to see his amazing face…so full of worry.
He brushes a stray curl behind my
ear. "Hey there beautiful… Not the grandest way to spend an evening, but
holding you in my arms will never be a complaint… How ya feeling?" he asks.
How am I? That's a good question…
"Tired… I'm very tired."
"Are you hungry? I can make
sandwiches so I won't be gone long," he says with a bit of a quiver. He
loves me… It's obvious. Why didn't I see it before? I guess Cindy is right
about being chicken.
"I'd like that."
It's late. We ate a little dinner
and we talked for a while. I started shaking again but we got it under wraps
with meds pretty quickly. I'm now watching Logan sleep. My head is on his
shoulder. I snuggle closer to him. I like this. I like being here with him.
I lean over him and kiss his lips. I
can't help it. He is so wonderful to me. He's groggy but begins to reciprocate.
His arms are wrapped around me pulling me closer. He hasn't opened his eyes. He
begins kissing me quite passionately. "Oh, Max," he moans. Wow… I
want to hear him call my name like that forever. I'm not even sure he's awake.
I don't really care…He's really turned on, part of him is awake now…
His hands just slid inside my shirt.
"Oh…" I moan as he caresses my breast. His eyes just snapped open. He
looks petrified. He hand scurries from beneath my shirt and his eyes blink
wildly.
"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry,"
he mutters much ashamed of himself.
"Logan, I kissed you… There's
no need to be sorry."
"I shouldn't have touched…
maybe I should move…" he says as he moves to get out of the bed. I clutch
his wrist.
"Please, don't go. I'm sorry…
You have been so sweet to me today… I just could tell how much you love me.
Watching you sleep, being that close, just made me want to be closer. I can
just be held, if that's all your comfortable with," I say. Do I want more?
"You were wanting more? I guess
I'm just confused because you were so sick… I can't imagine wanting to…"
he mumbles tracing my face with his finger. He is not helping. I want him to
touch me…badly. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him hard. For a second
he does nothing but soon begins to kiss back.
I'm watching Logan sleep again…this
time due to exertion. That was amazing, slow and sweet. The way we touched each
other. His hands on my body… He loves me. I was crying from joy by the end. I
love him. I am watching this man sleep. I've never been in love before…It feels
different then I expected. Sex feels different… Logan corrected me already
about that… Sex is something physical. We made love…something very emotional. I
like that. I never made love before…
