Title: Incompleteness, chp. 2
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!
"Oh, come on Logan…" She pulled on his hand harder. "It will be fun…" As he was half-dragged across the stone filled bank of the riverside he wondered what she could possibly mean by fun. His shoeless feet were starting to complain loudly, but that was a miracle in itself.
"I don't know about this, Max…," but he allowed her to pull him along anyways. They stopped suddenly, and stood, the frigid water licking their toes and their hands still held tight. There was only a quarter moon but there were no clouds to obstruct the view, and the light danced across the lake.
"What's the matter, Logan? Can't you swim?"
"Of course I can. What do you think rich white boys do?"
"I don't know… play polo and smoke cigars?" He broke his hand away to slap at her playfully.
"You poor, uncultured girl." She dropped her shoes and stepped back a little, sinking slightly into the muck. Her eyes glinted in the poor lighting.
"You first." He shook his head vehemently.
"Your idea, you first…" He hadn't really thought she was serious.
Their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills but finally she gave in, more so to see the shock on his face than anything. She smiled inwardly at the knowledge of her power over him.
She peeled off her T-shirt and dropped it on the ground, not caring about the mud that would be caked over it. She slipped out of her jeans, and as she reached behind to unhook her bra she delighted in the incredulous look in his bulging eyes. Her underwear came off too and she stood before him, her skin illuminated by the moonlight. She only let him gape a moment before splashing into the black water until she was near the middle and only her head was showing.
"Are you coming?" Her voice wafted across the water to him, soft and inviting. He was filled with an incredible urge to plunge in after her, but his rational mind kicked in. He took a step closer, the water tickling his toes. He relished the feel of it.
"My legs…" She was treading water in the center, her hair sparkling. Who was he kidding?
"Oh, come on you big sissy! You're all fixed." She swam a little closer until her feet hit and she was able to stand. The water just covered her chest, and she knew she was torturing him. The glinting moonlight mirrored her perfection in the water around her. He was incredibly aroused. What was he waiting for? "I thought you wanted to take it fast?" Her voice was a challenge. A taunt. A joust at his masculinity. He felt inflamed.
He threw off his clothes and splashed in after her, throwing caution to the wind. The water felt freezing on his skin and he loved it. He reached her and stopped suddenly. It was wonderful to be taller than her for once. They were so close yet not touching, the water growing still around them. The wind wavered slightly, her hair swirling around her head like a halo, his skin cooling despite their closeness. This is perfection, he thought.
She turned slightly and sent a spray of water around him with her arm, splashing him thoroughly and getting water on his glasses. She only laughed as he made a face.
"I have nothing to wipe these on!"
"Aw, poor baby!" She laughed again and dove away, her feet kicking water into him. The water was beginning to numb his joints, but he had never felt more alive in his life. He didn't even mind that she was beating up on him.
He made an ungraceful lunge for her, but she squirmed out of his grasp. He got a jolt when their skin touched, her smoothness sliding through his fingers. He ached to hold her for once. It seemed she was always close, but not quite close enough. The electricity hummed with the crickets as he caught her eye. He didn't like the gleam dancing in hers. He brought his arm around to bring a wave of water over her that she couldn't dodge.
"I'm all wet," she pouted. He grinned lopsidedly at her and took a step closer, his heart beating quicker.
"That was the idea…" She gave him a look and he was once again awestruck by her beauty. It was as if nothing else mattered or even existed. They were so close suddenly and he didn't know how they had got there. So close, yet not touching. Her head was upturned to him and the moonlight highlighted her full lips. God, he wanted to kiss her.
He felt the old excitement rise up of when he was a boy caught doing bad things. They were both breathing shallowly even though they'd hardly exerted themselves. His mind reeled as they leaned closer until their lips were almost touching and her hands were wrapping around him. Their lips met softly, like the sweeping of a butterfly's wings. He felt a feeling of euphoria surge up and he pulled her tightly to him, crushing her, suddenly fiercely possessive. He let it happen, their bodies mashing together as if they had known each other all along. Her tongue and hands were insistent and he gladly yielded. How could someone so powerful and strong be so soft and beautiful? He found it hard to think about anything but the feel of her skin and the chill of the wind. He was bombarded with a million sensations and lost himself to him. As she wrapped around him he felt complete. She was so delicious, so tight. He wanted to cry from the bliss.
"Logan," she whispered, her teeth grazing his neck. "Logan…"
He jerked up, his taught body covered in a thin layer of sweat. He pulled the twisted covers back over him as he looked up in the shadows and saw the face in his dreams. The images came back suddenly and he flushed.
"Max?" he said in a heady voice. "What are you doing here?"
Fin for now!