Disclaimer: All the fans own Dark Angel, since the people who claim to own
it didn't treat it right. I may not have thought up the characters of the
episodes of the show but this story is mine. Even though they cancelled us
they can never stop the inspiration.
A/N: So finally we're getting to some action. I know that will make some of you very happy. Thank you for the reviews so far and I hope you are enjoying this. Please keep reading and remember reviews are good and flames = s'mores. So press that button or write to me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com.au
To say Logan was shocked was putting it mildly. He had never expected her to just pounce even though she had warned him. He opened his mouth to speak, which she took immediate advantage of and as her tongue slipped into his mouth Logan began to respond to her kiss.
His hand moved to the back of her head holding her and repositioning her mouth as he took control of the kiss. Now that he was an active participant Max was relishing each sensation rushing through her body, running her hands over his chest she managed to get them under his sweater and then his shirt to find the warmth of his chest.
Logan by now was totally involved in the kiss, lost in the sensation of Max's mouth caressing his, the feel of her hands on his body, the slight taste of cherries and the deeper flavour that was something distinctly Max. As he met her tongue in a duel she began to purr from deep in her throat and he slipped his hands under the back of her shirt.
Each of them was dominating the kiss by turns, thrusting and parring with their tongues in a battle reminiscent of a deeper union. Max could feel the tension growing as her body screamed to be closer to him, shifting she pushed further onto his lap, straddling him in her haze of need.
Her movement caused the chair to overbalance, and they fell backwards onto the floor, Logan was slammed back to reality as his back slapped against the cool tiles of the kitchen, his glasses dislodged and clattering across the floor.
Pulling away from Max's still hungry mouth he tried to gather his thoughts. Max still lost in the heat followed his motion and he turned his head to avoid the temptation and sin of her mouth. Not to be deterred she shifted her attentions to his throat biting and sucking her way from his ear downward to the neck of his sweater as she tried to move the hem up to access more skin.
Hoarsely as he tried to catch his breath Logan groaned her name 'Max' which only seemed to inflame her efforts more.
'Max' he yelled, torn between his desires and the knowledge that if he let this happen Max would surely regret it and he might never see her again.
'Max' he yelled again trying to control her wandering hands as she fumbled with his belt buckle.
'Max' he pleaded once more as she finally managed to get the buckle undone. Somehow the pleas penetrated the haze surrounding Max and her head snapped up to meet his gaze.
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Horrified she stared into his eye, much darker than usual with some indefinable emotion. Realising that she still lay on top of him she rolled away and jumped to her feet.
Pushing her hair back from her face she surveyed the scene before her, Logan was still sprawled on the floor, half entangled in the wheelchair. His glasses were across the room, his hair and clothing were disarrayed from her hands and he was still panting for her attack.
'Max' said softly, wondering why she looked so panicked 'Are you okay?' She jumped almost as if she had forgotten he was there.
She lifted the chair from under him and sat it upright then grabbed his glasses and handed them to him. 'I'm sorry Logan.' She managed to choke out, as she tried not to begin sobbing.
'It's all right Max, nothing really happened' she looked so desperate he wanted to reassure her. He moved on the floor and lifted himself back into the chair.
'I didn't mean to. I mean. we're not like that, like you said.' Turning away she shook her head to clear her thoughts. 'I'd better go.'
She turned towards the door then paused and glanced back over her shoulder, 'I'm sorry, goodbye.' Then she walked towards the door and perhaps out of his life.
Logan was struck by the finality of her words. 'Max, he said, she ignored him and kept walking 'Wait' 'I have to go, it's not safe' she replied sadly.
As she grasped the doorknob he yelled 'Max, I can help you'
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Max let his words wash over her as she stood hand still on the doorknob, As she digested his words she could only find one possible meaning.
A burning rage consumed her overwhelming the needs coursing through her body. Turning on him she stared at him, the anger blazing from her eyes.
'You can help me huh?' she snapped 'How?' As she took a step towards him Logan wheeled backwards slightly, her obvious ire sending chills through him.
Before he could answer she continued her tirade 'With a pity fuck, I don't need charity for you. If a wanted an easy lay I guarantee you I could find one, I don't need someone who can't stand me to sacrifice himself. I mean such a supreme sacrifice from eyes-only.'
'You don't even think of me as human do you, I'm just a genetically engineered killing machine.' By this stage Logan was backed against a wall and Max was pacing in front of him, pining him with her eyes at each point. 'I'm just a tool to your mission, a valuable operative.' 'Max' he said but she continued without heeding his interruption.
'It doesn't matter about my feelings, any feelings that I might have towards you, hell, I could be in love with you and you wouldn't notice or care as long as you get what you need for your crusade.' Stopping in front of him she stared directly at him. 'Well, you won't have to worry about me jumping you anymore, after today you'll never see me again.
Once more she turned towards the door and slowly head down and shoulders slumped she began to leave this penthouse and all it contained behind her forever.
As she turned away once again Logan remained paralysed against the wall, She reached the door and turned for one last look into the apartment that she had felt so safe in these past months then she turned.
'I meant I had some tranquilliser's' he said softly.
'What?' She turned and faced him again,
'I said, I have some tranquilliser's, you could sleep through this and you would be safe.' He wheeled towards her still standing in the doorway.
'You're wrong though, you are probably the best human I know, and I do care about your feelings, I just wanted you to be safe, and I would never offer you a pity fuck because if something ever happens between us I want it to be because we both want it, not because you can't think straight with hormones rushing through you. I respect and care for you far to much to do anything that might hurt you purposely so if you want you can still stay the offers still open.' By the end of his speech he was yelling and as he finished the last word he stopped right before her.
'Of course you could always leave and never come back, that way we'd never know what happens next, I mean maybe this is meant to go somewhere and it's time to stop playing it safe emotionally, but physically at least.'
Looking up at her his eye dark with feeling he continued softly 'So like I said, tranquilliser's and safety, the offers still open,' Then he held out his hand and waited.
Looking at him she considered for a moment, then reached out and took his hand following him into the penthouse and closing the door behind them.
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So there we go, big tick for a kiss that should be worth extra marks, emotional turmoil etc. with the trust me choice at the end.
Was that better?
Somehow that seemed longer while I was writing it.
Is this the end of this story?
Should abregaza write more?
Would I dare to leave you hanging at such a crucial moment?
Of course not, next part will be up soon
A/N: So finally we're getting to some action. I know that will make some of you very happy. Thank you for the reviews so far and I hope you are enjoying this. Please keep reading and remember reviews are good and flames = s'mores. So press that button or write to me at abregaza_21@hotmail.com.au
To say Logan was shocked was putting it mildly. He had never expected her to just pounce even though she had warned him. He opened his mouth to speak, which she took immediate advantage of and as her tongue slipped into his mouth Logan began to respond to her kiss.
His hand moved to the back of her head holding her and repositioning her mouth as he took control of the kiss. Now that he was an active participant Max was relishing each sensation rushing through her body, running her hands over his chest she managed to get them under his sweater and then his shirt to find the warmth of his chest.
Logan by now was totally involved in the kiss, lost in the sensation of Max's mouth caressing his, the feel of her hands on his body, the slight taste of cherries and the deeper flavour that was something distinctly Max. As he met her tongue in a duel she began to purr from deep in her throat and he slipped his hands under the back of her shirt.
Each of them was dominating the kiss by turns, thrusting and parring with their tongues in a battle reminiscent of a deeper union. Max could feel the tension growing as her body screamed to be closer to him, shifting she pushed further onto his lap, straddling him in her haze of need.
Her movement caused the chair to overbalance, and they fell backwards onto the floor, Logan was slammed back to reality as his back slapped against the cool tiles of the kitchen, his glasses dislodged and clattering across the floor.
Pulling away from Max's still hungry mouth he tried to gather his thoughts. Max still lost in the heat followed his motion and he turned his head to avoid the temptation and sin of her mouth. Not to be deterred she shifted her attentions to his throat biting and sucking her way from his ear downward to the neck of his sweater as she tried to move the hem up to access more skin.
Hoarsely as he tried to catch his breath Logan groaned her name 'Max' which only seemed to inflame her efforts more.
'Max' he yelled, torn between his desires and the knowledge that if he let this happen Max would surely regret it and he might never see her again.
'Max' he yelled again trying to control her wandering hands as she fumbled with his belt buckle.
'Max' he pleaded once more as she finally managed to get the buckle undone. Somehow the pleas penetrated the haze surrounding Max and her head snapped up to meet his gaze.
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Horrified she stared into his eye, much darker than usual with some indefinable emotion. Realising that she still lay on top of him she rolled away and jumped to her feet.
Pushing her hair back from her face she surveyed the scene before her, Logan was still sprawled on the floor, half entangled in the wheelchair. His glasses were across the room, his hair and clothing were disarrayed from her hands and he was still panting for her attack.
'Max' said softly, wondering why she looked so panicked 'Are you okay?' She jumped almost as if she had forgotten he was there.
She lifted the chair from under him and sat it upright then grabbed his glasses and handed them to him. 'I'm sorry Logan.' She managed to choke out, as she tried not to begin sobbing.
'It's all right Max, nothing really happened' she looked so desperate he wanted to reassure her. He moved on the floor and lifted himself back into the chair.
'I didn't mean to. I mean. we're not like that, like you said.' Turning away she shook her head to clear her thoughts. 'I'd better go.'
She turned towards the door then paused and glanced back over her shoulder, 'I'm sorry, goodbye.' Then she walked towards the door and perhaps out of his life.
Logan was struck by the finality of her words. 'Max, he said, she ignored him and kept walking 'Wait' 'I have to go, it's not safe' she replied sadly.
As she grasped the doorknob he yelled 'Max, I can help you'
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Max let his words wash over her as she stood hand still on the doorknob, As she digested his words she could only find one possible meaning.
A burning rage consumed her overwhelming the needs coursing through her body. Turning on him she stared at him, the anger blazing from her eyes.
'You can help me huh?' she snapped 'How?' As she took a step towards him Logan wheeled backwards slightly, her obvious ire sending chills through him.
Before he could answer she continued her tirade 'With a pity fuck, I don't need charity for you. If a wanted an easy lay I guarantee you I could find one, I don't need someone who can't stand me to sacrifice himself. I mean such a supreme sacrifice from eyes-only.'
'You don't even think of me as human do you, I'm just a genetically engineered killing machine.' By this stage Logan was backed against a wall and Max was pacing in front of him, pining him with her eyes at each point. 'I'm just a tool to your mission, a valuable operative.' 'Max' he said but she continued without heeding his interruption.
'It doesn't matter about my feelings, any feelings that I might have towards you, hell, I could be in love with you and you wouldn't notice or care as long as you get what you need for your crusade.' Stopping in front of him she stared directly at him. 'Well, you won't have to worry about me jumping you anymore, after today you'll never see me again.
Once more she turned towards the door and slowly head down and shoulders slumped she began to leave this penthouse and all it contained behind her forever.
As she turned away once again Logan remained paralysed against the wall, She reached the door and turned for one last look into the apartment that she had felt so safe in these past months then she turned.
'I meant I had some tranquilliser's' he said softly.
'What?' She turned and faced him again,
'I said, I have some tranquilliser's, you could sleep through this and you would be safe.' He wheeled towards her still standing in the doorway.
'You're wrong though, you are probably the best human I know, and I do care about your feelings, I just wanted you to be safe, and I would never offer you a pity fuck because if something ever happens between us I want it to be because we both want it, not because you can't think straight with hormones rushing through you. I respect and care for you far to much to do anything that might hurt you purposely so if you want you can still stay the offers still open.' By the end of his speech he was yelling and as he finished the last word he stopped right before her.
'Of course you could always leave and never come back, that way we'd never know what happens next, I mean maybe this is meant to go somewhere and it's time to stop playing it safe emotionally, but physically at least.'
Looking up at her his eye dark with feeling he continued softly 'So like I said, tranquilliser's and safety, the offers still open,' Then he held out his hand and waited.
Looking at him she considered for a moment, then reached out and took his hand following him into the penthouse and closing the door behind them.
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So there we go, big tick for a kiss that should be worth extra marks, emotional turmoil etc. with the trust me choice at the end.
Was that better?
Somehow that seemed longer while I was writing it.
Is this the end of this story?
Should abregaza write more?
Would I dare to leave you hanging at such a crucial moment?
Of course not, next part will be up soon