A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. :) This was meant for only one person to read, but I'm an easy sale and got talked into posting it.
I don't own 'em, I just like to borrow them sometimes and mutate their inner voices. :) What can I say? It's fun.
Heat and Cycles - 2 - The Ride
In Max's world riding on the back of Logan's bike became the near equal of sexual gratification. Her fingers slowly skimmed over his tight black leather, so form fitting it was like Logan was wearing a second skin. His every muscle from his rock hard pecks to his solid stomach was displayed to her eager fingers, trailing non-sensical designs across every inch of his flesh as they rode deep into the night.
His hands occupied with keeping the bike on the road, Logan was unable to retaliate for her wandering hands. He swallowed his groans, forced his eyes to stay open, and prayed to God that the people who had made his leather pants had sewn in an extra strong zipper.
Through his leather jacket he felt her lips press against his back, kissing his shoulders softly as her hands made his body her own. Her fingers trailed down lower, stroking his recently re-toned thighs, creeping ever higher until, with a muttered curse, Logan was forced to pull the bike to the side of the road.
Barely pausing a moment, he twisted and grabbed her head, hauling her to him so their lips would meet in a hard, bruising kiss. Twisting his fingers into her hair, he deepened the kiss further, his tongue insistent against her lips until she opened, allowing him full access to her mouth.
Neither of them could escape the soft groans building in them as he gently stroked the roof of her mouth, pulling away slowly, nibbling on her precious lower lip, before finally easing away.
They paused a moment, catching their breath, calming their runaway hearts. Logan smiled at her. The kiss did little to calm the raging pulse within Max, driving her need higher than ever before, but something about this being Logan made it easier to pull her hormones in check. Tonight the wait was agonizing, but also brought with it a pleasure Max had never known. She caught her breath, finally raising her eyes to meet his, noticing his smoldering smile.
"What are you grinning at?" she grumbled good-naturedly.
He shrugged. "Just the most perfect woman in the known world."
She rolled her eyes. "I knew it. You only love me for my genes."
He laughed. "And your leather, and your skimpy little tank tops, and probably whatever it is you have on underneath there." His gaze darkened again. "But I'll have to see those first before I make my final decision."
Max was forced to smile, lifting a still shaky finger up to softly stroke the features of his face. She never got tired of the feel of his flesh beneath her own, but tonight she was determined to get more.
"We should get going. Never know who or what may come by."
He licked his lower lip slowly, his eyes racking over her body greedily, as he contemplated their very near future. "You should drive."
"What?"
He shrugged. "You're better on the bike than I am, and with the way you keep distracting me, you should drive."
She glanced around for the first time, realizing exactly how far out of the city they'd actually gone. "Logan, I don't even know where we're going."
He climbed off the bike, waiting for her to slide forward. "I'll tell you a secret."
"Hmm?" She took over the driver's seat and stifled a gasp as Logan climbed on behind her, settling so close that she could feel his heartbeat, among other pleasant body parts, through their layers of clothes.
He leaned closer, his lips tickling her ear as his voice, barely above a whisper, caused her to shiver violently. "I don't know either, Max. I'm just along for the ride; wherever you want to take us is fine by me."
She swallowed with difficulty, unable to block the heat rising from her flesh as his hands settled against her stomach, his thumbs caressing her delicate hip bones.
"You.." she swallowed and tried again. "Do you mean that, really?"
"With all its implications, Max."
For a moment she leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, just enjoying the quiet play of his fingers as they stroked her stomach and ribs. Finally, she sat up straight once more.
"Then hold on tight, Logan. You're in for the ride of your life."
She gunned the engine hard, making the powerful motor purr between her legs before skidding the back tire in the gravel and retaking the road.
Logan didn't take the ride quietly, figuring that turn about was fair play. His thighs held her tightly between them, giving her only enough freedom to maneuver the bike. His lips descended to her neck, brushing her hair away with a free hand, he tasted her fragrant skin with lips, teeth and tongue, speaking only when the bike shuddered slightly, and he reminded her to pay attention to the road.
She gunned the engine harder, taking them farther and faster than he'd ever known was possible. The city flew by them as first one hand and then the other found her firm breasts, squeezing gently at first, stroking her calmly later. His fingers moved up, finding the zipper of her leather jacket, bringing it down slowly so that his hand could move inside, holding her, touching her with more freedom.
The bike swerved drastically, and Logan quickly froze, allowing Max the time she needed to recover their balance. He could hear her soft groans and sharp intakes of breath even over the wind, and he knew that with barely even touching her she was close to the edge.
He glanced around, recognizing the path back to his apartment. He raised his voice, "Max, maybe I should take it from here?"
She laughed. "Scared to surrender your control?"
He eyed the buildings as they passed at incredible speeds. "I just want to get there alive!"
Her eyes burned into the road ahead of her, but her mind was on only Logan's fingers and the heat building up inside her. She knew nothing but what they were doing at this very moment. Logan's lips met the back of her neck once more and she sighed. If she stayed tonight, she knew she'd still be there in the morning. With Logan, it wasn't a game.
He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't wait for the feel of her warm skin against his fingertips. He gently pulled the front of her shirt out of the waist of her pants, making her gasp and shiver as his cooled fingers claimed the soft heated flesh of her stomach in a delicate caress.
Max thanked every man-worshipped deity that they were approaching Logan's building; she didn't know how much longer she could keep herself together. His fingers were creeping lower still, dipping under her leather pants, making every animal instinct in her scream, leaving her wanting only to flip the bike and jump him on the streets in front of God and man.
She pulled the bike to a shaky stop next to her own, leaning hard back against him as his lips found her neck and collarbone once again. Slowly he slid his long fingers back up, and out from under her shirt, away from her body. She resisted the mewl of protest filling her throat, and instead lifted her chin, flashing him a sexy smile.
He breathed into her hair heavily. "Thank you."
She blinked, tracing the fine bone work in one of his strong hands with her leather-clad fingertip. "For what?"
"The ride. Being here. Everything."
She laughed out loud, startling him, spinning in her seat to look at him in mirth.
"What?"
Max's fingers captured Logan's face firmly, tracing his eyes, nose, and cheekbones before finally tracing his lips. She smiled. "Ride ain't over yet, baby."
End.