Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't profit from them, just like to play with them.
Logan unlocked the door to his apartment with a sigh of relief. "I can't wait to get out of these clothes and clean up. If I'd known we were going on a campout I'd've at least brought a change of clothes."
"I can tell you've never been a soldier in the field, Logan. Compared to that we were living in luxury the last few days." Max smiled at him, thinking to herself how good he looked to her despite his unshaven stubble and somewhat grimy clothes. Now that the immediate danger was past she was allowing herself to think about the cabin and the two nights she had spent in his arms there. Her body was still wired from the danger of the morning and she felt like it wouldn't take much to set her off.
"Being the gentleman I am I'll let you hit the shower first. Just don't take too long or I'm coming in after you." He shot her a devilish grin and ran his eyes suggestively down her body as he said the last. She caught her breath at the blatant invitation in his eyes and retorted sassily.
" Well in that case…" she raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly at him then turned and headed down the hallway. Caught off guard his mouth dropped and then he laughed and headed off to check his email. Heading to his desk he booted up his computer and quickly brought up the files. Scrolling through he saw little of interest; instead his mind kept wandering to Max showering just down the hall. Finally with a muttered oath he gave up and headed to his bedroom. As he entered the water turned off in the shower. Logan went to his closet to pull out a robe and when he turned, Max was entering the room, wearing a red robe and toweling her hair dry.
"Save me any hot water?" he teased, inwardly thrilled at the casual way she made herself at home in his place.
"There might be some left. But then again, given the look you hit me with me before, cold might be more appropriate." she tossed at him. Grinning wickedly he grabbed her hand and pulled her down to his lap.
"I could make sure of that if you like." She dropped a light kiss on his mouth and swiftly rose wrinkling her nose at him.
"I like my men freshly showered and shaved when possible. Take your shower and we'll see…"
"Don't get dressed on my account." he retorted as he headed off to clean up, managing to get in the last word before the bathroom door closed behind him. Even without enhanced hearing he heard her quick laugh at his words and he smiled to himself. He had to admit that even though the events of the past two days had been stressful and dangerous, there was a silver lining to this black cloud. He and Max seemed to have broken through some invisible barrier to reach a new level in their relationship. True they hadn't talked but they had definitely communicated their feelings to each other.
Logan was a man of words but he realized that words were sometimes difficult for Max, and that words dealing with feelings and emotions were almost impossible for her. He had to admit to himself that he was more comfortable right now without too many words as well. Given the day to day uncertainty of their situation it was probably better to take it slow. He wasn't about to push Max to the point where she ran away or even worse, to the point where she became distracted in a dangerous situation. Maybe he was a coward but for now he would be content to take each day for what it was and to take whatever Max was willing to give him.
"Logan, did you fall asleep in there?" he was brought out of his musings by Max's voice teasingly calling to him. He quickly finished his shower and slipped into his blue robe, transferring himself back into his wheelchair. Rolling over to the mirror he debated shaving but decided his stubble wasn't that bad yet; anyway, he preferred to tease Max after her comment about liking her men shaven.
Opening the door he was surprised to see that Max was still wearing the robe, her damp hair curling softly on her shoulders. She was seated Indian style on his bed leaning back against the pillows.
"Thought you'd be dressed by now?" he questioned giving her a look. She smiled; looking like a cat that had just eaten a bowl of cream.
"You told me not to get dressed on your account so I didn't. Should I have?" she asked in a tone of innocence. Her look however was anything but innocent and Logan felt the blood begin to rush in his veins. He wheeled himself over to the bed and regarded her seriously. She patted the bed next to her inviting him to join her.
"Max, it isn't night and we're not dreaming." he warned.
"I know Logan." she reached out for his hand and gave it a tug. Shrugging his shoulders
he quickly pulled himself onto the bed and Max helped him to a sitting position next to her. Raising her hand to his chin she lightly ran it over his stubble.
"Thought I told you I prefer my men clean shaven?" she teased. He smiled at her as he turned his face into her hand and began to run his tongue over her palm. Max shiveredat the sensation and pulled her hand away.
"Well, if you prefer I do have some emails to answer…"he started to move away to his chair only to find himself flat on his back with Max leaning over him.
"Logan Cale don't you dare." Her face was inches from his and he raised his hands to pull her down to him. Their lips met and the overwhelming rush of desire he felt shocked him. He prided himself on being a skilled lover and the two nights they had spent together had been passion filled but leisurely. This time was hard and urgent and he wanted nothing more than to join his body with Max's at once, forgetting such preliminaries as foreplay.
"It's okay, Logan. It takes you like this after you've been in combat. It's the excess adrenaline, creates a real rush. Whenever I finish up one of our Eyes Only gigs, it's the reason I need to get on my baby and burn off the energy." Max whispered to him."I feel it too. It's okay to go with it, I won't break."
As she spoke she pulled open both of their robes to allow skin to skin contact. Logan gasped as she quickly straddled him and joined their bodies. Immediately both were caught up in a fierce passion. Her nails scraped his shoulders leaving scratch marks in their path. Turning his head he captured her mouth and thrust his tongue into it urgently in a long, drugging kiss. Within moments Max cried out as she was rocked by an intense orgasm; simultaneously Logan groaned and convulsed inside of her. Panting she dropped her head on his shoulder as his arms came around her and he gently stroked her back.
"Max, are you okay?" he asked after a few minutes spent regaining his breath and his sanity.
"Never better." She smiled up at him. "Have to say this beats riding my Ninja to work off the energy."
"As long as it's only me you use this way I can live with that." he responded. "In fact I could even get used to it" he teased. "Let's see, I send you on a mission, you come back and we have mad passionate sex…yeah I could do that I guess. For your sake of course."
Max made a face at his teasing and started to roll to the side but his arms tightened around her holding her close.
"Stay" he whispered "take a nap with me. We can't do anything else until we hear from Sebastian. And I want to hold you for a while longer." She hesitated then nodded. At her agreement he allowed her to roll to her side where she snuggled up against him, head resting on his shoulder, one hand lazily stroking his chest. He gently squeezed her close for a moment before he closed his eyes and quickly fell into a light sleep. Max lay there for a few moments watching him. Sleeping his face looked younger, more innocent. With his eyes closed the usual intensity they held was veiled. Reaching up she gently ran her hand over his stubble then up his cheek tracing the planes of his face. He murmured slightly and she stopped not wanting to wake him.
As she lay there in Logan's arms. Max felt a sense of peace and belonging that she had never before felt in her life. It felt good but at the same time it frightened her. Zack's words about weakness came back to her. She knew that if Lydecker ever found out about Logan he wouldn't hesitate to use him against her. She should leave, for Logan's sake as much as her own but she didn't know if she could. Being without Logan would tear her apart. Deciding not to think about it anymore she sighed and looked up at Logan as he slept.
"I love you, Logan. I can't say the words to you when you're awake yet but maybe someday things will be possible between us." With a last caress of his face she closed her eyes and quickly dropped into a catnap. As she let sleep take her she thought she heard Logan whisper "I love you too, Max."
TBC…