A/N: Okay, so I lied, one more song fic. LOL This one isn't my fault, I swear. My migraine pills make me silly, and my stupid TV has shown Grease 2 about five times in the last three days, so it's stuck in my head! My sweet sis isn't here to protect you guys from this one today, teehee, so you're forced to suffer. :P With Meow repeating in two days, I've got heat on my mind (yea, like any female who's seen Logan doesn't have heat on their minds! :P), so here's just a silly little scene up for offering.


I don't own 'em, I just like to borrow them sometimes and mutate their inner voices. What can I say? It's fun. :P

The song in this is Cool Rider from Grease 2. Laugh all you like, I'm drugged, lemme be! :P

Again, this is set in some funky future date, at your discretion. Please, again, assume Logan is healed at this point.

So, please, brace yourselves and get ready for the torture known as:


Heat and Cycles

By: Danae Bowen



Max groaned deeply as her flesh burned beneath her touch. Every nerve ending on her body was livid, every neuron in her brain firing, every inch of her skin aching to be caressed. Was she out looking for a way to ease her tortured body? Nooo, she gets a page from Logan and is told to show up at his place for a "surprise". She didn't need a damn surprise, she needed twelve hours alone in her room under cover... well, maybe not alone, but she definitely didn't need to be riding through the city at twilight heading towards the sexiest man she had ever known.

Facing Logan last time when she was in heat was hard enough, and he was still confined to his damn chair back then. Now he was on his feet, that sexy sparkle in his eyes whenever a new sensation flowed through his body. Max almost growled. A year ago he'd rarely shaved, wore glasses, and was in a wheel chair and he was still sexier than any other male. Now he was on his feet, still wore those glasses, and that sexy shadow of his was driving her nuts.

Don't come up, he says. Wait out front, he says. What was she? His beck and call girl? She braked her bike out front of his place, pulling back her glasses to brush her hair out of her eyes. What the hell could be so all fired important that she had to risk jumping his bones to see?

The sound of an engine's roar reached her delicate ears, and her back stiffened. A magnificent bike shot out from around the building and roared to a stop in front of her. Its rider was dressed in full, tight black leather, displaying every rippling muscle to Max's starved gaze. The black helmet and goggles blocked her view of the rider's face, but at the moment she didn't care.

***
If you really want to know
What I want in a guy...
Well, I'm lookin' for a dream on a mean machine
With hell in his eyes.
I want a devil in skintight leather,
And he's gonna be wild as the wind.
And one fine night, I'll be holdin' on tight...
***

Max's insides turned to jelly as she licked her lips, pulling the lower between her teeth, biting down. Her nails bit into the palm of her hands through the leather of her gloves and she swallowed a quiet groan.

"Are you going to sit there all night, or are you going to come for a ride?" His lips curled into a slow, sexy smile and Max's eyes clouded over in ecstasy. Her own mouth slipped into a half grin, and she cast her eyes downward before shrugging.

"Your bike or mine?"

"Mine, Max. I want to feel your body pressed up against me tonight."

Her head almost fell back with the pleasure radiating through her body; she couldn't clear the image building in her mind. Her flesh pressed against his, her hands gripping his solid chest, slowly moving down, and resting on his thighs. She could almost feel the bike wobble under her as she slipped her hands closer and closer to the prize she wanted most of all. Her breathing picked up pace, her chest rising and falling against her own black leather, her excitement drastically obvious.

***
Cool rider, a cool rider.
If he's cool enough,
He can burn me through and through.
If it takes forever,
Then I'll wait forever.
No ordinary boy,
No ordinary boy is gonna do.
I want a rider that's cool.
***

Her body, driven by her fogged mind, had shut off her bike before she'd even realized it, and she was moving towards him before his words really sunk in. Finally, logic tickled at the back of her mind.

"Logan?!"

He grinned. "Wondered how long it would take you, Max. You're slow tonight."

Oh, God, that the rider was actually Logan was making things worse. Now it was Logan's body she could see herself pressed against, Logan's thighs she was stroking, Logan's...

"Oh, God." Her expression turned nearly ill as the full implications of what she was imagining came to mind. What's worse, her body responded ten times as passionately to Logan as it had to the concept of a stranger, and she was lost.

"Like it? I've been so good lately, I figured I deserved a new toy."

//I'll be your toy. Just ask me.// Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she swallowed with difficulty.

He slipped the goggles off his eyes, and Max had to struggle against getting lost in his sparkling blue depths. "So, you getting on or do I have to take you by force?"

"God, just take me!" Her words were mumbled as she forced her gaze to the ground. This was killing her.

"What?"

"Uh, just wait for me. I gotta lock the bike." She turned away quickly, locking down her engine, stalling for time.

***
That's the way it's gonna be,
And that's the way that I feel.
I want a whole lot more than the boy next door,
I want hell on wheels.
Just give me a fine motorcycle,
With a man growin' out of the seat.
And move aside, cause I'm gonna ride...
***

She cleared her throat, still not turning back to look at him. "When, uh, when did you learn to ride?"

He laughed. "What, you think I spend all my time at my computer?"

She shrugged. "I'm just.. surprised is all."

His voice lowered, deepening to a near growl. "Just try me, Max, I'm full of surprises."

The last of her resolve wavered and with a sickly glance to the sky, she caved, and turned back to him. "You're playing with fire, Logan. You don't understand."

He took her hand and helped her settle in behind him. "I'm not afraid of fire."

"I can hurt you."

"Yes, you can. So can riding this bike, taking a shower, crossing the road, or taking a stray bullet in the spine. If you've taught me anything, Max, it's that I can't live my whole life in a chair. If I get burned, I get burned. Tomorrow I'll get up and try again." He softly stroked her thigh as she pressed it hard against his body. "So, what do you say? Ready to ride?"

***
I don't want no ordinary guys,
Comin' on strong to me.
They don't know what I'm lookin' for,
They don't know what I need.
They're gonna know when he gets here,
Cause the crowd will be shakin'.
I'll do anything to let him know,
That I'm his, his for the takin'.
***

She tightened her thighs against him, wrapping her arms tight around his stomach, her fingers stroking him softly. She pressed her cheek against the cool leather covering his back and she sighed.

"Hell, yeah."

End.