Chapter Twenty One - Release
A/N: This is an alternative name for 'Sweet Monkey Lovin' the Cut Version. DO not read the next chapter if smut offends you.
Max didn't know what she was doing. 'I've completely lost my mind.' She berated herself even as she opened the door leading into the main room. 'This is insane. I am insane.' She repeated as she moved silently through the rooms.
She tied the belt of her while silk robe, still trying to talk herself out of what she was doing. Max found Logan stretched out on the long leather couch. He was half covered by a blanket he had found somewhere, Max didn't know where. He was too tall to fit on the couch, and his feet were propped on top on the arm, his feet bare. His glasses were laid on the coffee table.
Max had intended on just looking in on him, telling him that he could use the guest bedroom, and then fleeing back into her room.
But seeing him sprawled across her couch, deeply asleep she couldn't make herself turn and leave. Before she could talk herself out of it, she had moved so she was kneeling on the floor next to him, sitting on the back of her legs. Studying his face, Max was overcome by emotion, to the point that her eyes filled with tears. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair off of his forehead, brushing her fingers over his face.
Logan drifted slowly awake at the feel of Max's fingers in her face. He blinked slowly to see her beautiful face next to his. "Max?" He asked, unsure if was really awake. A single tear spilled over and trickled down her cheek. Logan slowly sat up, framing her face with his hands, brushing the tear away with his thumb. "Logan." Max whispered. Neither of them knew if it was a statement or a question. Max rose to her knees and wrapped her around Logan's neck, pressing the side of her face into his chest.
Logan brought his hand up to support the back of her head. Then he pulled her face back, holding her chin. He leaned down, gently touching his lips to hers. When she responded, opening her mouth, touching her tongue to his lips.
He then lifted her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, laying her down on the bed, knowing perfectly well what they were about to do would change the course of their lives forever.
A/N: This is an alternative name for 'Sweet Monkey Lovin' the Cut Version. DO not read the next chapter if smut offends you.
Max didn't know what she was doing. 'I've completely lost my mind.' She berated herself even as she opened the door leading into the main room. 'This is insane. I am insane.' She repeated as she moved silently through the rooms.
She tied the belt of her while silk robe, still trying to talk herself out of what she was doing. Max found Logan stretched out on the long leather couch. He was half covered by a blanket he had found somewhere, Max didn't know where. He was too tall to fit on the couch, and his feet were propped on top on the arm, his feet bare. His glasses were laid on the coffee table.
Max had intended on just looking in on him, telling him that he could use the guest bedroom, and then fleeing back into her room.
But seeing him sprawled across her couch, deeply asleep she couldn't make herself turn and leave. Before she could talk herself out of it, she had moved so she was kneeling on the floor next to him, sitting on the back of her legs. Studying his face, Max was overcome by emotion, to the point that her eyes filled with tears. She reached up and brushed a lock of hair off of his forehead, brushing her fingers over his face.
Logan drifted slowly awake at the feel of Max's fingers in her face. He blinked slowly to see her beautiful face next to his. "Max?" He asked, unsure if was really awake. A single tear spilled over and trickled down her cheek. Logan slowly sat up, framing her face with his hands, brushing the tear away with his thumb. "Logan." Max whispered. Neither of them knew if it was a statement or a question. Max rose to her knees and wrapped her around Logan's neck, pressing the side of her face into his chest.
Logan brought his hand up to support the back of her head. Then he pulled her face back, holding her chin. He leaned down, gently touching his lips to hers. When she responded, opening her mouth, touching her tongue to his lips.
He then lifted her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom, laying her down on the bed, knowing perfectly well what they were about to do would change the course of their lives forever.