Title:
Love Loss 6
Name:
Joy
Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com
Rating: PG-13
Max and Logan snuggled together in the big bed at the Carolina Inn through out the night. Alternating stated of sleepiness and dreams prompted caresses and kisses. On the semi-conscious level no decisions were made; their bodies just acted on what came natural.
Around three a.m. both Max and Logan were not quite wakeful but not entirely asleep. By now they were sleeping like spoons with Max's back against Logan's chest. "Humph…" Max mumbled at Logan.
"Humm?" Logan responded.
"You're tickling my ear," she said groggily.
"Sorry," he mumbled to pull away.
"Where you goin'?" Max fumbled like a little kid.
"Not tickling…Sleeping."
"Come back… I'll move."
"Fine," Logan said rolling back over on his side. Max's nose was at his nose. She rubbed their noses together and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. One of Logan's arms got a mind of it own and reached over and caressed Max's hip as his kissed her lightly. "I could get used to this."
"I have no objections," Max said with a yawn.
"Better then makin' out in front of teenagers?" he asked with a laugh.
Max chuckled, "A different kind of better."
"Come here," Logan said possessively and gathered Max closer. Lying on his back, Logan positioned Max to use his chest as a pillow. She threw one arm over his chest and intertwined their legs. Logan dropped a chaste kiss a top her head and cupped her face. "My dark angel," he whispered as she snuggled into his arms more fully.
Two hours later Max woke up fully and stretched luxuriously. She realized that in the process of the night she had moved to rest entirely on Logan's chest with her legs between his. She was his own personal blanket. She chuckled to herself at the thought, then proceeded to move and cover him with the comforter. "Noooo…" Logan groggily protested losing his human blanket wrapping his arms around Max's waist.
"Let me up Logan," Max said sweetly.
"Stay!" he grumbled as he rubbed his face against her arm like a cat.
"I'm going to get a shower. Cuddle the comforter," she offered trying not to wake him from his slumber.
Eyes still shut and basically half dead, Logan muttered, "Cuddle Max!" Logan managed to settle her over more of him by moving one of his arms. Now instead of rubbing his face against her arm, he was rubbing his face against her breasts causing the air in her lungs to vacate. She was soon aware that Logan was an early riser; at least his shorts had an early riser in them.
As calmly as possible Max said, "Logan, I'm getting up now. Either you let me up or I make you let me up."
"Humph…" he pouted and let his arms go limp. "Kiss?"
"If you're actually awake, I'm going to kill you!" Max said staring at him for any change in expression. None came so she kissed him lightly and headed to the bathroom.
Logan waited until he heard the shower turn on to roll over and smile before falling back to sleep.
A couple hours later Logan stumbled into the front room where Max was drinking coffee and reading at his laptop dutifully. "Morning bedhead!" she said with a smile at his hair sticking up in all directions. She handed him a cup of coffee as she chuckled.
"Thanks," he said blinking sleepily. "Shower," he muttered pointing to the bathroom. "Don't take my clothes and towels again!" he warned. Max smirked as he tripped over his own feet going into the bathroom.
The shower water started and Max crept to the bathroom door. She peered around the room to locate his clothes and towels only to find none. "Decided you wanted to see my package again Max?" he asked as she hurriedly slammed the door. She could hear his laughter on the other side of the door.
"You suck!" she shouted and entered the bathroom again. "Where'd you hide your stuff?"
"Now why would I tell you that?" he responded.
"You answer me right now or… or I'm yanking the curtain back!"
"Why would that bother me? You saw me naked last night. Nothing has changed in the last several hours," Logan replied. "And I mean that with all its implications!"
Max's face became flushed wondering what he actually meant. Did that mean he was still 'up' from this morning? Did that mean he still wanted her? Did that mean he was still mad? Max became very aware of how her body was responding to the possibilities so she opted for a tactical retreat. "Fine… Don't tell me. When you're done I have something to show you and it isn't my naked body!" she said, deciding turn about was fair play. She heard Logan groan slightly as the door slammed behind her.
"What did you need to show me?" Logan said as he dried his hair with a towel.
Max smiled as she bit into her peach, "I did a search of all books that were published with Moore's work in them ten years or more after his death. I found one book with poetry in it from late in Lysander's life. There are several references to the lady of the lake and the area that is now Kerr Lake. It seems we aren't the only ones that liked that area."
Logan smirked at the light-heartedness Max brought to the painful remainder he got the night before of the distance between them still. She looked at him innocently with eyes big with wonder and lips with full pout. His heart ached to taste them again.
She pointed
at the screen as she spoke, "Here…"
Lady of the Lake
And there she stood
My Lady
of the Lake
Water
splashing at her feet
Profile
of amazing beauty
I'm not
supposed to notice
For she
is above me in soul
Eyes the color of the summer sky
in a storm
The storm rages around us
I'm not supposed to notice
Her lips pout
As pain of reality
Floats between us
She is on the water
I am on the land
I'm not supposed to notice
I reach to touch the vision
Only to have it
fade
How am I not
supposed to notice?
The words spread between Max and Logan like an invisible wall. "That sounds real to me," Logan muttered, knowing Lysander's pain of separation from his love by nothing but air and thoughts.
"What could keep them apart?" Max asked.
"It mentions she is above him in soul… Maybe she was already dead?" Logan ventured.
"Maybe… To me it sounds more haunting… like he can see her everyday but can't talk to her or tell her of his heart," Max said staring at the screen. She looked up into Logan's face to catch his pain.
The look faded and Logan spoke again. "Maybe he was in love with the pastor's wife? Let's look at the hall of records for some more answers rather then more questions," his mood having become almost oppressive in seconds.
"Yeah… Sure…" she mumbled as she watched Logan move away from her in body and mind.