Chapter 27: The Make Up

{Foggle Towers} 24 hours later

"Logan." Max voiced softly from the bed.

"Yeah Angel?" he replied, as he pulled on a sweatshirt against the chilliness of the room.

"Come here." she said, rolling onto her side to face him.

Logan walked to the door, then, running bac, he jumped on the bed to a chorus of groaning bed springs, and the headboard hitting the wall.

"That eager, are you?" Max asked, grinning at him as he snuggled under the covers.

"Yup." Logan said, rolling Max closer to him, his arms wrapped around her.

"Perfect." Max responded, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly.

"Max...I would never had been able to live with myself if I hadn't found you..."

"Shh." Max interupted, turning to him and looking into his ocean deep eyes. "I know. I wouldn't have either."

"You-"

"Yeah, now...Bling has Lizzy and Lara for the day...if you wanna..."

"I see. So that's why you sent them with him this morning..."

"They say it's even better after a fight." Max said coyly, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I've heard that." Logan said carefully, watching Max's face as she spoke.

"Let's find out."


end chapter 27










Later that day, Logan cooked Max lunch, and they ate in the bedroom, the covers
pulled up high.

"I think we need a vacation." Logan suggested, with a mouthful of strawberries.

Max took one look at him and laughed.

"What?" He asked, indignant.

"You have strawberry juice all over your face." Max replied, grinning wider at his
attemps to wipe it off.

"Let me." she said, and strallded him. Gazing up once to read hisexpression,
she went about her self appointed task of kissing his face clean.

Logan settled back against the pillows, reveling in the feeling of Max's body
moving against his, and the way her tounge would dart out, gently licking him
clean. ((Hell, if it's always this way after a fight...))