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Saturday May 16, 2019
About 7:30 AM
Ben sat at the counter in the kitchen of Logan's apartment, eating a bowl of cereal and drinking a mug of high quality coffee. This was one area that Ben and Logan had always differed. Ben was always up at the crack of dawn and nearly always happy. He found it nearly impossible to sleep past eight AM, even if he was waking up with the hangover from hell, which was a pretty common occurrence from his college days. Logan always resented getting up, usually not doing it unless someone was dying or a bomb went off. It looked like things were still the same, as Ben was up and out, and Logan as still locked in his room, asleep.
So he was just finishing his first mug of coffee and flipping through the world news section of the paper when Max flung open the door looking extremely pleased. "Hey." She said as she shut the door behind her. "Bonjour. I didn't know you had a key." Ben said. Max walked into the kitchen and grabbed a coffee mug. She smiled impishly. "I don't." She poured some coffee into her mug and leaned back against the counter taking a deep sip.
"Well I know it didn't take Logan till 2AM to walk home, so I assume he went by your place first. Your in too good of a mood to still be pissed at him."
"Your right, I'm not. Let's just say I am about to get my revenge."
"Revenge for what?"
Max just smiled and sipped her coffee. Without answering his question she continued. "Why don't you go take a walk Ben? Go see the sights." She said complacently.
"I will later, I'm going to finish breakfast first."
"Ben." Max said sternly. "Take a walk."
"Well on second thought, I'll just have Logan make me something later." Ben said rising from the barstool he had been sitting on. Max set her mug down and headed towards the closed door. "Uh, Max, he's still asleep."
"Not for long."
"Well, if I remember correctly, Logan does not like to be woken up. He in fact, will be quite unhappy with whoever disturbs him."
Max threw a wicked smile over her shoulder as she approached the door. "Oh I'm counting on it." With that she quietly tiptoed into the dark room, shutting the door behind her.
Ben poured a second cup of coffee and was at the door slipping on a light jacket when he heard a loud crash come from Logan's room. "Wake up sunshine." He heard Max shout over Logan's muffled curses. Ben was not aware that those particular words could be put together in that fashion, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
He was just opening the door when Max sauntered out of Logan's room, humming. "I'll be back later then. Don't injure him to badly." Ben stated as he walked out the door.
When Logan stepped out of his room about ten minuets later wearing the loose drawstring pants he'd slept in, he was scowling, only half awake. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, and he didn't have his glasses on. His hair was, as usual, spiky, but on the one side it was flat from where his head had been laying on a pillow. He'd been having a very nice dream involving Max, himself, and the kitchen floor, then next thing he knew he was on the floor, awake, and Max was kneeling on his bed, yelling things at him. What exactly, he wasn't sure, but it was yelling none the less. So when he stepped out of the room, and sunlight hitting him in the face, Max humming merrily to her self, he wasn't exactly pleased.
Nope, this whole awake thing just wasn't working for Logan at the moment.
He didn't say a word as he walked to the counter next to Max and grabbed the closest mug to him and drank deeply from it. "Hey!" Max admonished as she made a grab for the mug, missing narrowly as Logan shoved her none to gently back. "That was mine, thank you very much!" She stated, leaning back against the counter again sulking. Logan finally became coherent enough to answer. "No, it was mine, my coffee, my mug, my apartment. You just stole it from me, and I stole it back." He said, his voice still distorted and gruff from sleep. "Plus, you woke me up. Me stealing your coffee is a small price to pay."
Max reached up into a cupboard for another mug, resigning her self to getting herself a new mug.
"It doesn't matter, Logan." She replied, stretching his name out into two syllables. "I had it first. That wasn't very polite."
"Who dragged who out of bed when they were sleeping?"
Max grinned. "Muscle spasm?"
"What was all that about? Did you have a purpose for busting in here at this ungodly hour?"
"Mmm-hmmm." Max said nodding.
Logan stood waiting for her to explain. She remained silent and continued to sip at her mug. "It can't be my stunning morning personality, so care to explain?"
"No, I don't want to explain."
"Ok, your not making a whole hell of a lot of sense right now."
"Yes I am, I don't want to explain, but I am more then willing to demonstrate."
"Demonstrate what?"
Max calmly placed her mug on the counter and sighed. She stood silent for another moment. Then she moved in a flash, jumping off of the counter and into his arms. She fisted both hands in his hair and fused her mouth to his. Logan reached out with the one hand that still held the mug that was formerly Max's, trying to get it on the counter. When she changed the angle of the kiss he just dropped it and faintly heard the sound of shattering pottery. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her body closer to his.
I was a war of tongues, teeth, and mouths, brutal as they tried to make up for months of sexual tensions and frustrations in one glorious kiss.
Ben opened the door to the apartment a moment later. "Hey I forgot my-Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed as he saw the couple embracing in the kitchen. Logan waved one arm at him in an angry gesture that Ben roughly translated as either 'get the hell out' or 'don't make me kill you'. "Never mind. I'll come back later. Much later." Ben said laughing as he shut the door again. Even as he rode the elevator back to the ground floor, Ben was still laughing. Sometimes Logan needed a little nudge, which Ben felt he had delivered. And sometimes he needed a swift kick in the ass, which Max had taken care of. 'Whatever works.' Ben thought as he stepped out into the cool Seattle morning air, setting out towards anywhere that would keep him away from kitchen activities in the residence of Logan Cale.
The only thought running through Max's head as she stood in Logan's arms in his kitchen was 'Payback's a bitch, aint it?'
Saturday May 16, 2019
About 7:30 AM
Ben sat at the counter in the kitchen of Logan's apartment, eating a bowl of cereal and drinking a mug of high quality coffee. This was one area that Ben and Logan had always differed. Ben was always up at the crack of dawn and nearly always happy. He found it nearly impossible to sleep past eight AM, even if he was waking up with the hangover from hell, which was a pretty common occurrence from his college days. Logan always resented getting up, usually not doing it unless someone was dying or a bomb went off. It looked like things were still the same, as Ben was up and out, and Logan as still locked in his room, asleep.
So he was just finishing his first mug of coffee and flipping through the world news section of the paper when Max flung open the door looking extremely pleased. "Hey." She said as she shut the door behind her. "Bonjour. I didn't know you had a key." Ben said. Max walked into the kitchen and grabbed a coffee mug. She smiled impishly. "I don't." She poured some coffee into her mug and leaned back against the counter taking a deep sip.
"Well I know it didn't take Logan till 2AM to walk home, so I assume he went by your place first. Your in too good of a mood to still be pissed at him."
"Your right, I'm not. Let's just say I am about to get my revenge."
"Revenge for what?"
Max just smiled and sipped her coffee. Without answering his question she continued. "Why don't you go take a walk Ben? Go see the sights." She said complacently.
"I will later, I'm going to finish breakfast first."
"Ben." Max said sternly. "Take a walk."
"Well on second thought, I'll just have Logan make me something later." Ben said rising from the barstool he had been sitting on. Max set her mug down and headed towards the closed door. "Uh, Max, he's still asleep."
"Not for long."
"Well, if I remember correctly, Logan does not like to be woken up. He in fact, will be quite unhappy with whoever disturbs him."
Max threw a wicked smile over her shoulder as she approached the door. "Oh I'm counting on it." With that she quietly tiptoed into the dark room, shutting the door behind her.
Ben poured a second cup of coffee and was at the door slipping on a light jacket when he heard a loud crash come from Logan's room. "Wake up sunshine." He heard Max shout over Logan's muffled curses. Ben was not aware that those particular words could be put together in that fashion, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
He was just opening the door when Max sauntered out of Logan's room, humming. "I'll be back later then. Don't injure him to badly." Ben stated as he walked out the door.
When Logan stepped out of his room about ten minuets later wearing the loose drawstring pants he'd slept in, he was scowling, only half awake. He hadn't bothered to put on a shirt, and he didn't have his glasses on. His hair was, as usual, spiky, but on the one side it was flat from where his head had been laying on a pillow. He'd been having a very nice dream involving Max, himself, and the kitchen floor, then next thing he knew he was on the floor, awake, and Max was kneeling on his bed, yelling things at him. What exactly, he wasn't sure, but it was yelling none the less. So when he stepped out of the room, and sunlight hitting him in the face, Max humming merrily to her self, he wasn't exactly pleased.
Nope, this whole awake thing just wasn't working for Logan at the moment.
He didn't say a word as he walked to the counter next to Max and grabbed the closest mug to him and drank deeply from it. "Hey!" Max admonished as she made a grab for the mug, missing narrowly as Logan shoved her none to gently back. "That was mine, thank you very much!" She stated, leaning back against the counter again sulking. Logan finally became coherent enough to answer. "No, it was mine, my coffee, my mug, my apartment. You just stole it from me, and I stole it back." He said, his voice still distorted and gruff from sleep. "Plus, you woke me up. Me stealing your coffee is a small price to pay."
Max reached up into a cupboard for another mug, resigning her self to getting herself a new mug.
"It doesn't matter, Logan." She replied, stretching his name out into two syllables. "I had it first. That wasn't very polite."
"Who dragged who out of bed when they were sleeping?"
Max grinned. "Muscle spasm?"
"What was all that about? Did you have a purpose for busting in here at this ungodly hour?"
"Mmm-hmmm." Max said nodding.
Logan stood waiting for her to explain. She remained silent and continued to sip at her mug. "It can't be my stunning morning personality, so care to explain?"
"No, I don't want to explain."
"Ok, your not making a whole hell of a lot of sense right now."
"Yes I am, I don't want to explain, but I am more then willing to demonstrate."
"Demonstrate what?"
Max calmly placed her mug on the counter and sighed. She stood silent for another moment. Then she moved in a flash, jumping off of the counter and into his arms. She fisted both hands in his hair and fused her mouth to his. Logan reached out with the one hand that still held the mug that was formerly Max's, trying to get it on the counter. When she changed the angle of the kiss he just dropped it and faintly heard the sound of shattering pottery. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her body closer to his.
I was a war of tongues, teeth, and mouths, brutal as they tried to make up for months of sexual tensions and frustrations in one glorious kiss.
Ben opened the door to the apartment a moment later. "Hey I forgot my-Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed as he saw the couple embracing in the kitchen. Logan waved one arm at him in an angry gesture that Ben roughly translated as either 'get the hell out' or 'don't make me kill you'. "Never mind. I'll come back later. Much later." Ben said laughing as he shut the door again. Even as he rode the elevator back to the ground floor, Ben was still laughing. Sometimes Logan needed a little nudge, which Ben felt he had delivered. And sometimes he needed a swift kick in the ass, which Max had taken care of. 'Whatever works.' Ben thought as he stepped out into the cool Seattle morning air, setting out towards anywhere that would keep him away from kitchen activities in the residence of Logan Cale.
The only thought running through Max's head as she stood in Logan's arms in his kitchen was 'Payback's a bitch, aint it?'