Part two
Part two
AN: For those wondering about this or the other story that is wip. Have I ever written anything but M/L?
Logan was pacing the floor of his office as if it were of vital importance that he polish it thoroughly. He had even put on the exoskeleton for just that purpose, so that he could pace to his heart's content. While he realized his mind had crossed the boundary between normal behaviour and sheer desperation, he could care less.
When Bling had come in this morning, the man had been forced to retreat in a hurry. Logan felt sorry for snapping at his friend like that. Bling had probably seen some of his worst patients in Logan. But the only thing Logan didn't need right now, was to listen to more or less subtle hints on how he should stand by Max. Hell, he'd do a lot more than that.
Logan was well past the stage where he would moon and sigh over her. Ever since the moment he had seen her in his penthouse, just as he was about to broadcast the Eyes Only hack exposing Manticore, he could think of nothing else than that she was alive. Max had come back to him. He hadn't hesitated in taking hold of her then, kissing her with all his might, losing himself in her eyes, in the feel of her body pressed to his.
Right now he had the same urge to kiss her, bury his head in her fragrant chest, show her how much she meant to him. For a moment he tried to imagine how she would come in through that door and he would sweep her off her feet, feel her, warm and soft, roll a strand of hair in his fingers, kiss her breath away.
And then he'd die. Blissfully. Either that or she would punch him to kingdom come. Yeah, pacing was definitely the adequate alternative.
But pacing didn't bring him the long sought after release. He stopped abruptly in his tracks, almost stumbling from the momentum, as the front door slammed shut and her voice penetrated the heavy silence of his penthouse.
"Logan?"
Logan's confusion was mounting with each second passing. It was Max, her voice resounding between his ears, as strong and demanding as ever. Oh, well, so much for his hopes and dreams. Pipe dreams. Were they ?
Max strode in with predatory grace, her movements liquid, her eyes fixing him with.....desire?
"You do like surprises, don't you?"
"What?"
"Why didn't you tell me about Natalie? I would have protected her a lot better the other night."
Max's grin seemed out of place on her flushed face, but at least she was smiling.
So, she did want the cure. For a while he had been concerned the virus could be a welcome excuse for her to end their awkward relationship.
Max pranced forward, closing in on the tall figure darkly delineated against the soft streetlight.
"Oh, Natalie..."
Shit, seeing him standing there all dreamy eyed and surprised by her sudden appearance made her melt in her cat suit, hot with desire. Would she pool at his feet, envelopping him in a liquid embrace, swallowing him up, never to let go?
One step forward...
RRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Two steps back.
Just in time, too. She needed to get herself under control, the consequences could be...
Weird. She felt hot for him, wanted his body, his soul, all of him. But when it came to acting it out, she felt as if she had enough control over herself, which was not the case with any other assorted male. She had gladly jumped Normal the last time, but when it came down to Logan, she could control her boiling hormones. Scary. Did it mean she didn't really want him?
Who was that on his cell phone ? He seemed concerned.
She had in fact just a few clear choices. She could, a, jump him and eventually kill him, b, lock herself in and avoid any male for the next 48 hours or c, go and act out her dirty thoughts with the first specimen of the three legged gender that crossed her path, wondering all the time why she would be looking into Logan's face.
"Natalie? Natalie?" His voice was high pitched and slightly frantic.
Natalie ? That old hag better stay away from him or she'd show her what genetic recombination meant - using spare body parts instead of DNA strands.
"Damn!" Logan muttered.
"What, did she misplace the virus samples? Or maybe they were alive and ran away when they saw her?"
"Max! This is serious. Let's go, I'll tell you on the road."
What was it with Max and Natalie ? Maybe Max saw another of the Manticore doctors from hell in the older woman. At any rate, this was getting tedious. If it was one thing he could live without, it was two women griping over... Over what?
"Where are we going?"
"To your bike."
"What do you mean, my bike, where's your car?"
"Bling took it to the mechanic's this morning, had some problem with the ignition."
"Now what?"
"What do you mean, we can take your bike, can't we?"
That very moment it occurred to him. Shit.
"Well, you have gloves and a jacket on and my sweater is pretty heavy. We'll just be careful."
"Logan..."
"Max, hurry up, this is for real!"
Max straddled her baby in a fierce movement, gripping the handles as if they were Renfro's throat, steeling herself for the sensation of Logan's chest against her back. And there it was, the feel of her cool shirt and jacket sticking to her burning back, first as a bare wisp, then pressing against her whole spine, from her neck to the waist and then, hesitatingly, his arms snaking around her shivering forms, barely touching her and yet making her feel trapped and protected at the same time.
It was good to know he had her back.
God! Manticore couldn't have invented a more effective torture than this!
"So, what happened?"
Logan was snapped out of his reverie, jerked out of the blissful memory of his first ride with Max: their first bike ride, the night he had thought he could walk again.
"Natalie said she had found something very weird and needed to check it against a new set of samples. Sam Carr was there with her and he was just as puzzled."
"Dr. Carr? Damn, I told her not to talk to anybody! You'd think she'd know better after her work with the Toronto P.D."
"Yeah, well, she said she needed a second opinion. But before she could tell me what was actually going on, there was a loud crash and the line went dead."
They both felt silent, neither wanting to voice the certainty nagging at their crumbling facade of normalcy: that they would find both Natalie and Sam dead or kidnapped, or even worse, that with those two gone, their tiny shred of hope would disintegrate into nothingness, suspending them both in the everlasting limbo of knowing the other was there, so sweet and willing, yet just out of reach.
As the wind whipped her cheek and moisture gathered in the corner of her eyes, Max let out a sighed whisper to herself and to the Blue Lady: "one more hurdle, just one more."
Oblivious to the implications, Logan tightened his hold on Max as he encircled her waist with open palms, leaning forward over her ramrod straight back, enfolding her with his body warmth as his chin rested on her jacket clad shoulder. As if expecting it, for one precious moment, Max forgot about her heated body's desires and relaxed, revelling in the tender embrace that spoke of passion and yet promised a lot more.
Part two
AN: For those wondering about this or the other story that is wip. Have I ever written anything but M/L?
Logan was pacing the floor of his office as if it were of vital importance that he polish it thoroughly. He had even put on the exoskeleton for just that purpose, so that he could pace to his heart's content. While he realized his mind had crossed the boundary between normal behaviour and sheer desperation, he could care less.
When Bling had come in this morning, the man had been forced to retreat in a hurry. Logan felt sorry for snapping at his friend like that. Bling had probably seen some of his worst patients in Logan. But the only thing Logan didn't need right now, was to listen to more or less subtle hints on how he should stand by Max. Hell, he'd do a lot more than that.
Logan was well past the stage where he would moon and sigh over her. Ever since the moment he had seen her in his penthouse, just as he was about to broadcast the Eyes Only hack exposing Manticore, he could think of nothing else than that she was alive. Max had come back to him. He hadn't hesitated in taking hold of her then, kissing her with all his might, losing himself in her eyes, in the feel of her body pressed to his.
Right now he had the same urge to kiss her, bury his head in her fragrant chest, show her how much she meant to him. For a moment he tried to imagine how she would come in through that door and he would sweep her off her feet, feel her, warm and soft, roll a strand of hair in his fingers, kiss her breath away.
And then he'd die. Blissfully. Either that or she would punch him to kingdom come. Yeah, pacing was definitely the adequate alternative.
But pacing didn't bring him the long sought after release. He stopped abruptly in his tracks, almost stumbling from the momentum, as the front door slammed shut and her voice penetrated the heavy silence of his penthouse.
"Logan?"
Logan's confusion was mounting with each second passing. It was Max, her voice resounding between his ears, as strong and demanding as ever. Oh, well, so much for his hopes and dreams. Pipe dreams. Were they ?
Max strode in with predatory grace, her movements liquid, her eyes fixing him with.....desire?
"You do like surprises, don't you?"
"What?"
"Why didn't you tell me about Natalie? I would have protected her a lot better the other night."
Max's grin seemed out of place on her flushed face, but at least she was smiling.
So, she did want the cure. For a while he had been concerned the virus could be a welcome excuse for her to end their awkward relationship.
Max pranced forward, closing in on the tall figure darkly delineated against the soft streetlight.
"Oh, Natalie..."
Shit, seeing him standing there all dreamy eyed and surprised by her sudden appearance made her melt in her cat suit, hot with desire. Would she pool at his feet, envelopping him in a liquid embrace, swallowing him up, never to let go?
One step forward...
RRRRRIIIINNNNGGGG!
Two steps back.
Just in time, too. She needed to get herself under control, the consequences could be...
Weird. She felt hot for him, wanted his body, his soul, all of him. But when it came to acting it out, she felt as if she had enough control over herself, which was not the case with any other assorted male. She had gladly jumped Normal the last time, but when it came down to Logan, she could control her boiling hormones. Scary. Did it mean she didn't really want him?
Who was that on his cell phone ? He seemed concerned.
She had in fact just a few clear choices. She could, a, jump him and eventually kill him, b, lock herself in and avoid any male for the next 48 hours or c, go and act out her dirty thoughts with the first specimen of the three legged gender that crossed her path, wondering all the time why she would be looking into Logan's face.
"Natalie? Natalie?" His voice was high pitched and slightly frantic.
Natalie ? That old hag better stay away from him or she'd show her what genetic recombination meant - using spare body parts instead of DNA strands.
"Damn!" Logan muttered.
"What, did she misplace the virus samples? Or maybe they were alive and ran away when they saw her?"
"Max! This is serious. Let's go, I'll tell you on the road."
What was it with Max and Natalie ? Maybe Max saw another of the Manticore doctors from hell in the older woman. At any rate, this was getting tedious. If it was one thing he could live without, it was two women griping over... Over what?
"Where are we going?"
"To your bike."
"What do you mean, my bike, where's your car?"
"Bling took it to the mechanic's this morning, had some problem with the ignition."
"Now what?"
"What do you mean, we can take your bike, can't we?"
That very moment it occurred to him. Shit.
"Well, you have gloves and a jacket on and my sweater is pretty heavy. We'll just be careful."
"Logan..."
"Max, hurry up, this is for real!"
Max straddled her baby in a fierce movement, gripping the handles as if they were Renfro's throat, steeling herself for the sensation of Logan's chest against her back. And there it was, the feel of her cool shirt and jacket sticking to her burning back, first as a bare wisp, then pressing against her whole spine, from her neck to the waist and then, hesitatingly, his arms snaking around her shivering forms, barely touching her and yet making her feel trapped and protected at the same time.
It was good to know he had her back.
God! Manticore couldn't have invented a more effective torture than this!
"So, what happened?"
Logan was snapped out of his reverie, jerked out of the blissful memory of his first ride with Max: their first bike ride, the night he had thought he could walk again.
"Natalie said she had found something very weird and needed to check it against a new set of samples. Sam Carr was there with her and he was just as puzzled."
"Dr. Carr? Damn, I told her not to talk to anybody! You'd think she'd know better after her work with the Toronto P.D."
"Yeah, well, she said she needed a second opinion. But before she could tell me what was actually going on, there was a loud crash and the line went dead."
They both felt silent, neither wanting to voice the certainty nagging at their crumbling facade of normalcy: that they would find both Natalie and Sam dead or kidnapped, or even worse, that with those two gone, their tiny shred of hope would disintegrate into nothingness, suspending them both in the everlasting limbo of knowing the other was there, so sweet and willing, yet just out of reach.
As the wind whipped her cheek and moisture gathered in the corner of her eyes, Max let out a sighed whisper to herself and to the Blue Lady: "one more hurdle, just one more."
Oblivious to the implications, Logan tightened his hold on Max as he encircled her waist with open palms, leaning forward over her ramrod straight back, enfolding her with his body warmth as his chin rested on her jacket clad shoulder. As if expecting it, for one precious moment, Max forgot about her heated body's desires and relaxed, revelling in the tender embrace that spoke of passion and yet promised a lot more.