Chapter 15: Profesion of Love
"Max."
There she was, his beautiful Dark Angel. She was sitting on the floor, her knees drawn up and her chin resting on them. She was rocking back and forth humming to herself, as a small child might. In her state of mediation, she didn't hear or see Logan enter.
There she was. His stunning Max. Back again.
Even though she had never left him physically, she had been gone. It seemed like a wonderful dream, and Logan didn't blink, for fear of waking up.
"Max." he whispered again. This time her eyes opened. She stopped humming. Stopped rocking.
Logan knelt down on the floor in front of her. As her eyes focused on him, all her sensed resurfaced.
Sight. Here was Logan. His eyes...oh, his eyes! She had dreamt about them every night. And day.
Smell. He smelled like...a pine forest in the morning after a rain.
Touch. Hesitantly she reached out a hand and brushed his face. Touched his lips, his eyes, his chin.
He couldn't stand any longer to be apart and he found her mouth. The kiss started as a beginning. A first. And ended as one of many more to come.
Taste. She remembered his taste now. Memories were coming rushing back, for both of them. Logan was content to sit quietly, holding her, each reminiscing. But Max's feline DNA was wrecking havoc with her self control.
"Max," Logan repeated for the third time since entering.
Hearing. His words were like food for her soul, and she couldn't contain her urges and longer. But she would go slow. She would overcome the heat. It would be Max, not some wild creature full of animal lust. Oh, she was full of lust. But it was softer. Controlled.
"Logan." she spoke to him for the first time in what seemed like decades. That was Logan's breaking point. Unshed tears began falling freely from his eyes, and Max lightly wiped them away.
"Don't cry. I'm here now." she whispered, and took him into her arms in a long loving embrace. After a few minutes, she slowly stood up, and lifted him up with her, leading him to the bed.
"Max...are you sure?" he asked tentatively.
"Oh yes. I need you Logan. I love you. Love me."
Her words brought more tears from Logan, but he complied, slowly moving closer until they touched. Each shuddered as a chill passed through them. The kiss began slowly. Everything that day would be slow. Except their profession of love. That would last all night, and come often.
End chapter 15
"Max."
There she was, his beautiful Dark Angel. She was sitting on the floor, her knees drawn up and her chin resting on them. She was rocking back and forth humming to herself, as a small child might. In her state of mediation, she didn't hear or see Logan enter.
There she was. His stunning Max. Back again.
Even though she had never left him physically, she had been gone. It seemed like a wonderful dream, and Logan didn't blink, for fear of waking up.
"Max." he whispered again. This time her eyes opened. She stopped humming. Stopped rocking.
Logan knelt down on the floor in front of her. As her eyes focused on him, all her sensed resurfaced.
Sight. Here was Logan. His eyes...oh, his eyes! She had dreamt about them every night. And day.
Smell. He smelled like...a pine forest in the morning after a rain.
Touch. Hesitantly she reached out a hand and brushed his face. Touched his lips, his eyes, his chin.
He couldn't stand any longer to be apart and he found her mouth. The kiss started as a beginning. A first. And ended as one of many more to come.
Taste. She remembered his taste now. Memories were coming rushing back, for both of them. Logan was content to sit quietly, holding her, each reminiscing. But Max's feline DNA was wrecking havoc with her self control.
"Max," Logan repeated for the third time since entering.
Hearing. His words were like food for her soul, and she couldn't contain her urges and longer. But she would go slow. She would overcome the heat. It would be Max, not some wild creature full of animal lust. Oh, she was full of lust. But it was softer. Controlled.
"Logan." she spoke to him for the first time in what seemed like decades. That was Logan's breaking point. Unshed tears began falling freely from his eyes, and Max lightly wiped them away.
"Don't cry. I'm here now." she whispered, and took him into her arms in a long loving embrace. After a few minutes, she slowly stood up, and lifted him up with her, leading him to the bed.
"Max...are you sure?" he asked tentatively.
"Oh yes. I need you Logan. I love you. Love me."
Her words brought more tears from Logan, but he complied, slowly moving closer until they touched. Each shuddered as a chill passed through them. The kiss began slowly. Everything that day would be slow. Except their profession of love. That would last all night, and come often.
End chapter 15
