Max woke before the sun; her body sprawled across Logan's chest. She lay there, unmoving relishing the warmth and complete contentment she found while in his arms. Max lay there for close to an hour afraid to break the spell by moving. Eventually she did rise, scrounging up a T-shirt of Logan's she padded into the front room. Away from the protective embrace, her fears began to assail her.
She walked over to the window, staring sightlessly at the cityscape before her. Max was realistic enough to know that sex doesn't equate love, and cynical enough to know that sometimes words were just that, words. Away from his protective embrace, doubts began to overwhelm Max. What have I done…? I hope he doesn't regret this in the light of day, I don't know that I could stand that… God, I don't know what I am suppose to do… I don't know the rules… I hate this… I can't do this…
Max walked back to the bedroom, with the intention of dressing and getting out. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Max ran her fingers through his hair. Even in his sleep Logan drew her to him like a moth to flame. What am I thinking…? I can't leave… He means too much to me… I have to at least give this a chance… If it meant nothing to him… Well… I'll deal with that bitch when it or if it comes… With that in mind she padded off towards the kitchen.
Logan woke with a self-satisfied smirk upon his face. I did it! I had sex… made love… banged the gong… whatever you want to call it… I did it! And damn if that isn't a relief… Granted sensation was considerably diminished… Oddly enough, however it didn't make it any less… wonderful… just different… I can live with that… I guess what they say is true, the brain really is one of the more important sexual organs… With that Logan reached for his chair. After scooting to the edge of the bed, and moving his legs off the end, he hoisted himself into his wheelchair. Rolling to his drawers he grabbed a pair boxers and lifting his legs he slid them on, shimmying them up to his thighs. Placing his hands on the wheels he lifted himself, and hooking the waistband with his thumbs he pulled them up with practiced ease.
Logan wasn't too surprised that Max was gone, he's half expected that. Last night was probably more than she was ready for… The next time we see eachother ought to be interesting… Will we pretend it never happened…? Or will she pretend that it meant nothing, like she did with "the kiss"… Hell… That girl confuses me…
Logan wheeled to the kitchen in a daze, without his morning coffee he was a zombie. Upon entering the kitchen, or what was left of it, he was surprised to see Max. Cookbooks were scattered everywhere; there wasn't a piece of counter space available, if it wasn't a cookbook it was a pan or bowl. His kitchen was destroyed. Standing in the middle of it all was Max, a bit of flour smeared upon her cheek. About that time he noticed the smells permeating the apartment, scorched bacon, burnt pancakes and coffee.
"Max, do you need some help?" Logan asked wincing. Max, startled, dropped the bowl she held, dumping the rest of the pancake batter to the floor.
"Shit… Now I have to make more! Logan you can't go around sneaking up on people like that!" She nearly yelled.
Recognizing the early signs of hysteria Logan calmly told her "Ya know Max, I'm really not that hungry, lets just eat what you already have."
"Are you sure?" She asked as she skeptically gave him the once over.
"Yeah, do you need help getting it to the table?"
"No, I can manage"
Logan rolled himself over to the table and prepared for a feast. Proudly Max brought over a plate of pancakes, flipping one onto Logan's plate. The pancake was thick, a little too dark, but Logan could hang with that. Slathering it with butter and syrup he dug in, unable to stop the grimace that spread across his face, luckily Max wasn't paying attention. While on the outside the pancake looked ok, the inside was still raw. Next Max brought the eggs and bacon, the bacon looking more like charcoal, the eggs scraped from the bottom of the pan. Manfully Logan attacked his breakfast, trying to nonchalantly spit out the eggshells as he came across them. Maybe, if he ate fast enough maybe he wouldn't taste it.
"Max, is that coffee I smell? If so, I'd love a cup" She couldn't possibly ruin coffee. "Will do, just give me a second" She called in a sing song voice. Max came back to the table with her own plate, and plunked a cup of coffee at Logan's elbow.
"Thanks" he said as he took a large gulp, and then proceeded to spray the table and max with the vile beverage. "Uh… Max… How much coffee did you put in?" Hell, that was downright lethal, probably remove the paint from her bike.
"You hate it, don't you…? I knew I couldn't do this."
Another attack of doubt hit Max, hard. Dammit, what kind of woman am I? Can't even cook a decent meal for him… How hard could making breakfast be? Here I am some super genetically enhanced freak and I can't even make a simple breakfast…
"Look Logan, I'm sorry… I just thought… you've cooked for me so many times, and I thought surprising you would be nice."
Logan put his fork down, looking closely at Max he could see the frustration and strain written on her face. "Hey, Max… What's wrong?"
"This… I can't even cook a decent breakfast! Women do this every day! But not me! It's beyond me!"
"This is all over breakfast?"
"No!" Max jumped up. "It's about the whole 'relationship' thing! I'm no good at this shit! I don't know the rules. I can't play this game! I don't know how I'm supposed to act or what I am suppose to do!" She finished on a wail.
Logan slowly approached Max from behind; he pulled her into his lap. "Max, there aren't any 'rules'… Just be yourself and take it as it comes… that's all any of us can do."
"Logan, I'm not like other women… I'm nothing like Valerie, of Daphne…"
"Thank God for that! Look at how those relationships ended." Logan stroked her hair, pulling her head to his shoulder. "Max, it's you I love… you… just the way you are… you don't need to change a thing…"
"Thanks, I needed to hear that…" Max sniffed. "Now, as for breakfast…"
"I have a great idea, let's get cleaned up, and we'll go out for breakfast, sound good?"