Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING 'CEPT MY PLOT. (Sob, sob, But I really want to, does that count?)
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. If anyone else is reading this please say hi on the reviews or e-mail me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com, I'd love to get comments and flames are good for s'mores.
And also I assumed a waffle iron works like a sandwich toaster, if that's wrong let me know, me having no experience with waffle irons and all.
Logan shrugged into the sweater, put on his glasses and wheeled from the bedroom, Pausing at Max's door he could hear the shower running so he headed towards the kitchen to start breakfast.
Turning on the coffee maker he began to search the fridge, hoping to find something to compliment the waffles he had promised Max the night before.
He grabbed a jar of fresh cream, grabbing a bowl he added a splash of vanilla and quickly whipped the cream. Then he remembered the cherry sauce left over from last night's tart. He put the bowl in the fridge again, put the sauce right next to it and turned back to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
Heading to the computer room he turned on the monitor to check on the search he'd begun the night before.
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Max stared at herself in the mirror as she gathered her strength for the embarrassing ordeal ahead of her. Not only did she have to explain the personal and irregular aspects of her DNA to Logan, she also had to keep from mauling him at the same time.
With one last glance in the mirror and a deep breath Max left the safety of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen and Logan.
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Closing the search window angrily, Logan spun the chair around and wheeled back to the kitchen, no information available. He was going to have to hope that Sebastian could hook him up with some more info.
Pouring a cup of coffee for Max, he turned on the waffle iron and mixed up the batter. Opening the fridge for the butter he'd scored with the cherries and cream he didn't hear Max enter the kitchen.
Turning he found himself face to face with Max, she was standing in the doorway staring at him hungrily.
'Morning Max,' he said to break the uneasiness of the moment, 'How would you feel about cherry sauce and cream with those waffles I promised you?'
Max didn't answer, much too absorbed with the movement of his supple mouth, the unshaven scruffiness of his strong jaw, the way the blue cashmere sweater matched those sapphire blue eyes of his so perfectly.
She began to move towards him, slowly, sinuously, eyes devouring his body hungrily as she prepared to pounce.
Logan swallowed, feeling strangely nervous at Max's odd behaviour. 'Max,' he said hoping for a response that didn't come.
'Max' he said again, almost desperately.
Is this the moment all the fans are still waiting for?
Will Max have Logan for breakfast?
Is Abregaza totally insane? Well the answer to that one is YES!!
If you want to know the others read the next chapter.
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. If anyone else is reading this please say hi on the reviews or e-mail me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com, I'd love to get comments and flames are good for s'mores.
And also I assumed a waffle iron works like a sandwich toaster, if that's wrong let me know, me having no experience with waffle irons and all.
Logan shrugged into the sweater, put on his glasses and wheeled from the bedroom, Pausing at Max's door he could hear the shower running so he headed towards the kitchen to start breakfast.
Turning on the coffee maker he began to search the fridge, hoping to find something to compliment the waffles he had promised Max the night before.
He grabbed a jar of fresh cream, grabbing a bowl he added a splash of vanilla and quickly whipped the cream. Then he remembered the cherry sauce left over from last night's tart. He put the bowl in the fridge again, put the sauce right next to it and turned back to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
Heading to the computer room he turned on the monitor to check on the search he'd begun the night before.
* * * * * * * * * *
Max stared at herself in the mirror as she gathered her strength for the embarrassing ordeal ahead of her. Not only did she have to explain the personal and irregular aspects of her DNA to Logan, she also had to keep from mauling him at the same time.
With one last glance in the mirror and a deep breath Max left the safety of the bedroom and headed for the kitchen and Logan.
* * * * * * * * * *
Closing the search window angrily, Logan spun the chair around and wheeled back to the kitchen, no information available. He was going to have to hope that Sebastian could hook him up with some more info.
Pouring a cup of coffee for Max, he turned on the waffle iron and mixed up the batter. Opening the fridge for the butter he'd scored with the cherries and cream he didn't hear Max enter the kitchen.
Turning he found himself face to face with Max, she was standing in the doorway staring at him hungrily.
'Morning Max,' he said to break the uneasiness of the moment, 'How would you feel about cherry sauce and cream with those waffles I promised you?'
Max didn't answer, much too absorbed with the movement of his supple mouth, the unshaven scruffiness of his strong jaw, the way the blue cashmere sweater matched those sapphire blue eyes of his so perfectly.
She began to move towards him, slowly, sinuously, eyes devouring his body hungrily as she prepared to pounce.
Logan swallowed, feeling strangely nervous at Max's odd behaviour. 'Max,' he said hoping for a response that didn't come.
'Max' he said again, almost desperately.
Is this the moment all the fans are still waiting for?
Will Max have Logan for breakfast?
Is Abregaza totally insane? Well the answer to that one is YES!!
If you want to know the others read the next chapter.