Love to Hate You, Hate to Love You

By: Anndee

Disclaimer: Dark Angel is the property of James Cameron (I don't care, I loved Titanic) and Eglee. Don't sue, you wouldn't get much (maybe my Beatles Box set but I would have to hunt you down and steal it back, besides JC, you can afford your own).

AN: I'm reloading the chapters so there will be no Author notes really for the old chapters

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Chapter 4

"I'm going to take a shower." Asha called out as she closed the bathroom door.

Logan started unpacking, thinking about Max and the distance the virus had created between them.

If it weren't for Manticore there would be no virus. "If it weren't for Manticore, there would be no Max." He whispered. He loved Max, but recently he wasn't so sure that even if there was no virus they would be together. She's changed, I've changed.

He closed the last drawer and sat on the edge of the bed, the sound of the shower slowly penetrating the back of his mind. Asha. He smiled. She was great, helping him with Eye's Only and fighting for the S1W. She was so pretty to with her light blonde hair and pretty eyes. Wait! What? Max, think Max.

He repeated this mantra as he grabbed his shaving kit. I hardly ever use this thing, so why did I bring it? He thought to himself absent mindedly entering the bathroom.

Steam billowed everywhere.

Logan came to an abrupt halt.

Asha's silhouette showed clearly through the tinted glass door of the shower. Her petite body exposed almost as if she were standing in front of the glass instead of behind it.

Logan's mouth dropped as all thoughts of Max quickly escaped from his mind.

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"You are a soldier, a perfect soldier." Alec chanted softly to himself as he lay in the bed listening to Max's even breathing.

"Control yourself damn it!" He cursed himself. She was so near, he could reach out and touch her. Yeah and get your damn dick cut off. He sighed.

Max turned in the bed to face him, "Alec what the hell are you talking about?"

Alec jerked and quickly turned in bed so he was no longer laying on his back but on his side, with his back to her.

"Alec?" Max asked, tempted to reach out and touch him. See if he was okay. Run your hand down the rippling muscles of his back. Cut that out! God!

"It's nothing Max go to sleep." That goes for you to little soldier, thank god she didn't see the tent you WEREN'T sleeping in. He bemoaned a certain part of his anatomy.

Max opened her mouth, "Easier to do if you would stop talking to yourself. Are you sure that you got a clean bill of mental health when you were in Psych-Ops?" She instantly regretted the last part, she didn't want to remind him of the hell he had gone through.

Well that did it! He thought wryly as the erection he had been battling with immediately abated. "Go to sleep Max."

"Alec I'm…"

"Go to sleep Max." Alec repeated.

Max sighed and was about to turn back around when her enhanced eye sight caught the camera lens above a painting on the wall. Feeling guilty and knowing that they had to keep their act up, she scooted over to him in the bed.

"Max?" Alec questioned, feeling her body shift on the bed. His eyes going wide with shock as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"I'm only going to say this once, especially to you, but I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." She whispered into his ear. God his skin feels so soft, yet so hard, all at the same time.

Alec closed his eyes absorbing the feel of her body along his back, "It's okay I won't hold it against you." He waited for her to let go of him and make a beeline for her end of the bed, but she didn't. "Max really you're forgiven, you can let go of me now."

"As much as I would love to do just that," Max spit softly at him, fighting the urge to lick his shoulder and see what he tasted like, "there's a camera above the painting aimed at the bed." Max could feel Alec nod his head in affirmation then she could feel him smirk.

"You know you just want an excuse to touch this body of mine."

Max rolled her eyes and huffed sarcastically, at least it sounded sarcastic, "Oh yes my whole goal in life is to find ways to touch you.

Alec chuckled softly, "At least you are no longer denying how you want me."

Max groaned. God how I want you. Wait, wait, wait, no, no, no. "Alec shut up and go to sleep." She was tired of bantering with him. She sighed as she adjusted her body to fit against his more comfortably.

Alec bit his lip to suppress the groan of desire that shot through him as she moved, causing his little soldier to stand at attention yet again. Down little soldier, down.