Title: Incompleteness, chp. 1
Author: Augustana Rae, AugustanaRae@hotmail.com
Rating: R
Summary: Logan asks Max for a favor, she has an interesting dream on the way there.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, nor am I making any money!
* * * *
He looked at me again with those intense eyes of his. Every time our eyes meet I feel he can see into my soul as I only glimpse the surface of his. Something in me jumps when he looks at me that way.
"Max?" I blink. What was he saying?
"Yeah?" He just smiled. Happiness stabbed me momentarily and for a moment everything was as it should be. I'm wrapped in his gaze and everything is wonderful.
The phone rang and the moment was lost. It pained me to see his face contort itself like that. There is so much pain in his life. But what is pain to me? I've been trained to endure and forge on, and every part of my body tells me this, him, is wrong. But there's this one thing I can't place that always stops me from leaving even though I desperately want to. I also desperately want to stay at the same time.
He hung up the phone and the look on his face was indiscernible. "I need a favor."
I rolled my eyes at him, but was delighted inwardly. It felt nice to have someone counting on me and trusting me.
"I'm always doing you favors. How many do you owe me for now?" I kept up my end of the banter, but that was all it was. Something to say when we couldn't find the words for what we really intended.
He grinned and I felt warmed. "Don't worry. I'll pay you back."
I returned his smile lightheartedly. "You better."
"I need a date." He looked away almost embarrassingly, but then looked back at me and laughed a little. I tried to know what to make of this. "I need you to tag along and do surveillance at this party I was invited to. Be my bodyguard. Important people will be there."
I laughed and shook my head. "All this trouble instead of just asking me out."
"So you'll do it?" A tiny feeling of tightness flared in my stomach as our eyes met. Was it nervousness?
"You really owe me." He grinned and I had to avert my eyes to stop from staring. I walked to the window and looked at the night without really looking at it. "When is it?"
"Tomorrow night. You'll need to buy a dress."
Still looking at the window I said, "I'm already regretting this."
"By the way," he replied, pulling at his collar, "it's in England."
"Excuse me??"
His cell rang and after a clipped conversation he hung up and said, "Our flight leaves in an hour."
"I got a job, unlike you, Logan…"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
I raised my eyebrow skeptically. "Why does that make me worry more?" This certainly would be interesting.
* * * *
The plane ride was long and when I woke up from a nap I was disturbed to find my head resting on Logan's shoulder. As I tried to shy away, even more disturbing was his hand on my thigh. I tried to pry his fingers off without waking him, but his eyes fluttered and came into focus. He looked down at his hands and mine clutching at his and his eyes widened. He snatched his hands back and folded them quickly.
"Uhm, sorry…" he murmured barely audibly. I shifted uncomfortably next to him.
"It's ok." Whoa. The tension became unbearable and I was grateful when the stewardess offered us drinks. We both took one and drank them wearily. I noted with dismay that there was still five hours left of the flight. Attempting to return to sleep, I tried to prop my head on the wall but couldn't seem to find a comfortable position. I resigned myself to sleeplessness and pulled out the info Logan had pulled for me on the job. I'd already gone through it but there was nothing else to do. Presently I heard Logan's breathing become more even and I looked over to find his asleep.
He was quite beautiful and the stubble on his chin and eyes pressed tight make him look peaceful and almost picturesque. His eyelashes were lying on his cheeks and as I watched him I was filled with an overwhelming desire to reach over and touch him, his lips, his skin… To hold him….
Instantly, I looked away. Feelings like that scared me. I've never felt things like that before. Tentatively my eyes ventured back and his serene sleeping calmed me. Slowly I rested my head back on his shoulder. After all, I reasoned to myself, he was more comfortable than the wall. I drifted into a pleasant sleep.
* * * *
I felt content in the aftermath of passion. My eyes were drifting closed as his arms wrapped around me. His breath was on my neck causing me to shiver lightly. His hands grouped softly, re-warming my skin and his lips dragged languorous kisses across my neck and under my ear. I shifted against him. He always caused me to burn like this. Slowly, yet a decidedly delicious torture. I never seemed to be able to get enough of him.
My mind had ceased to function as all my attention focused on his movements, willing him to move and hold me tighter. I felt his stubby cheek burn my shoulders but it completed the picture. I marveled at the beauty of the moment. This was why I was living. A slight breeze drifted through the apartment, chilling my skin. I pressed into him tighter. To feel him along the length of me was the most wonderful feeling in the entire universe. I was safe and I was wanted.
His hand slid up my stomach to cup my breast and I smiled at his touch. His mouth continued it's illicit wanderings and I turned my head, suddenly desperate to see his eyes and be lost in them. He was so beautiful. Our legs were hopelessly entangled, but I made it. He looked different without his glasses on, his eyes even more brilliant without their frames.
It was like gazing into infinity as our eyes remained staring. This position wasn't as good for sleeping, but I didn't really want to anyways. I reached my hand out to trace his jaw-line and then his lips, my other hand falling into his hair. He was so soft, his skin so flawless, so delicate. He kissed my fingertips lightly and this barest touch was almost unbearable. I didn't know if I could stand being so close to someone.
I leaned closer to brush his lips with mine and wanted to cry at the sweetness of it. I felt a stirring in my soul in a place I never knew existed, and it scared me as much as it excited me. Our lips came together again, this time a little deeper and a little hungrier. His sliding tongue felt heavenly as we each grouped for each other to hold onto tightly. Afraid this might not be real.
He pulled away softly, his beautiful eyes reflecting the low light. His hand pushed my hair behind my ear as he whispered, "Max…"
"Max…"
"Mmmm?" I muttered incoherently. I felt a light shaking and my eyes snapped open. I was still on Logan's shoulder.
"Max, we're about ready to land…" I immediately sat upright, not even daring to look in his direction. Wow. He looked at me curiously and I fought not to show a reaction from his piercing eyes.
"I'm fine…. Sorry." I combed my hair back with my fingers.
"You don't have to apologize." I turned and half-smiled toward his direction, not daring to actually meet his eyes. I was afraid of what would happen if I did. Or what wouldn't happen.
"I'm sorry," I repeated. He continued to look at me for a moment but finally accepted the fact that I would say no more. Being near him was dangerous for me. With him I didn't think right. It scared me. My unsaid feelings scared me too. They could be a weakness. They could be my end. But I forgot all of that when I looked into his eyes. Why should I keep on living if I deny myself everything I need? He was indeed dangerous for me. Yet I couldn't keep away.
The end! This could basically stand alone, or I could continue the storyline. What do you think? Please review me!!!!