A/N: Well, this chapter is your own choice as to whether or not you'd like to read. It really bares no meaning on the fic since I'm sure you've all figured out what Logan and Max retired to the bedroom to do, but, hey, what can I say? I like to write a bit of smut here and there. :P You can skip this part if you'd like and wait till tomorrow night's part, or read it.. just please be sure you're old enough if you do read it, cause I don't want any parental units bitching at me for writing what I write. :P It's part nine of fifteen, and definitely a major strong R rating.. apparently it's a little heavier than the smut I usually write, but I figure since you're all supposed to be of age, you can handle it. :P
And again, thank you all for your wonderful reviews. I look forward every night to seeing what you've all had to say, and you've all been so kind. :) So, thank you. :)
There are very mild spoilers for second season in this, but only up to Some Assembly Required, and most of them are only vague allusions to past events.
I welcome all reviews, both here and by email, so please feel free to drop me a line and let me know what you're thinking. I can't improve my writing if I don't know what people want to see. :P
They're not mine, I just borrow them sometimes and mutate their inner voices. What can I say? It's fun. But Cameron will always own the good stuff. :P
Towards the Sunset
Part Nine: Looking Back, Moving Forward
By: Danae Bowen
Email: logansfox@rogers.com
Max stretched slowly. She was suddenly aware of muscles that had been long underused as they began screaming for attention. Her face was buried against Logan's shoulder, her knee nestled between his thighs, and her fingers were casually stroking the soft hair on his chest. She sighed contentedly, allowing the low flame still pulsing through her body to heat her blood, and only minutes passed before her lips began a slow journey down Logan's still sleeping form.
Her hands traced his body with a loving caress, taking in the feel of his hard muscles built from two years of relying on his upper body for movement. She found the scars of their past, well healed now; a long dark mark across his shoulder from where a bullet had grazed him months earlier, a small white line across his chest from a day he'd been taken hostage, a mark on his stomach from something she could barely recall. Each little line pained her, knowing that many were likely caused by his involvement with her, but each mark also served as a reminder that their life did exist. Beyond this bedroom they had a life that they'd shared for two years; yes, many things had changed in the last few days, laying naked in a bed with him being only one, but it comforted Max to know that they'd built whatever they had on something more than pure lust. They had friendship along with passion, respect along with desire, love along with lust. Each mark on his body proved that before there had been sex, Max and Logan existed together as something much more.
She lowered her lips to his chest, her tongue flicking out, drinking in the scent and flavor that was Logan's alone. He muttered in his sleep, his arms shifting, unconsciously opening himself to her touch. Her eyes sparkled as she used her knee to nudge his legs into a more comfortable position, and her gaze flicked to the exoskeleton lying in a heap on the floor. Max had to giggle quietly, remembering exactly how the usually impeccably cared for department of defense experimental unit had come to be just another piece of clothing. She supposed it really was mostly her fault. Logan had tried to be a gentleman, tried to take her slowly to her completion, caressing her willing body with soft kisses and gentle touches, heating her blood to a near boil before Max knew she had to take over.
Max knew that if she lived three lifetimes, she'd never forget the awed expression that burned in Logan's eyes as she'd sat astride his hips, finally pulling her long fingers away from his bare chest to lift her tank top over her head. She had released her bra with barely a movement, the under garment joining her shirt on the floor as her breasts spilled free for his view. When his hands slowly traveled over her thighs, across her warm, flat stomach, and finally came to rest against her breasts, Max hadn't been able to smother the soft groan that pressed past her lips, and Logan's eyes had darkened to such a deep sapphire, Max thought she just may drown.
Sex to Max had always been a game or a pain, something that was either a fun way to pass the time, or something forced upon her by her nature. She'd never had the opportunity to lean back and just feel the sensations as they flowed through her body, enjoying the touch of her lover for more than just her completion. Logan had set her body on fire, and he'd only just begun.
When his thumbs had found her nipples, stiff and puckered from his touch, Max had rolled her hips softly against him, whimpering Logan's name quietly. He'd groaned and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her body pressing against his painful erection, driving him beyond any limits he'd ever seen. His heart stalled for long moments as he experienced her hips circling upon him, his lower body thrusting up to meet her attention, his fingers closing harder over her soft, golden breasts.
She'd leaned down then, her hair falling to the sides of her face, the ends tickling him and forcing him to open his eyes. There had been such a wicked, wanton glint in her eyes that his breathing hitched in his chest and he raised his hands to cup her face, bringing her closer for a full, lingering kiss. His lips felt abandoned when she'd slipped away, but the sensations traveling through the rest of his body had more than made up for the loss. She had started to inch her way down his body, her lips and tongue trailing a damp trail from his throat to his chest, and lower still. She'd licked her soft lips before lowering them to his flat, dark nipple, swirling her tongue around his sensitive flesh until he bucked beneath her. He'd felt her lips curve into a smile against his tortured skin and she'd moved lower still. Her tongue had traced down past his ribs and her teeth had nipped at the flesh of his stomach before she'd paused at his waistband and smiled up at him, her eyes betraying her evil intent.
He'd watched her in amazement as she'd slipped his loose pants from his body and returned in moments to begin undoing his exosuit. At first he'd protested, wanting the full range of motion the exoskeleton could provide, but she'd quieted him with a single finger pressed against his lips and her whisper of breath over his ear.
"Trust me."
He'd been unable to deny her, her smile bringing nerves to life he'd thought long dead as he lay back, willing his body to relax long enough to allow Max her games. With her eyes flashing with such life and love, Logan had turned himself over into her capable hands, knowing wherever Max was going to take them would be exactly where he wanted to be.
Her eyebrow had risen in humor as she peeled the exoskeleton from his body, amusing herself with the sight of his midnight blue boxers. Her grin had spread to her eyes making Logan's breath catch as he drank in her beauty, but she hadn't been about to give him the time to relax. In an instant the exoskeleton had been tossed to the ground and her fingers had found the band to his shorts, yanking them off his now still legs with an ungentle force. The amusement had quickly faded from her gaze, however, as she leaned back to take in the full naked length of Logan's body; the humor in her eyes had dissolved into dark passion, and Logan suddenly felt as if he were being stalked. She'd lifted a single eyebrow as she met his gaze and crawled slowly up the length of his legs, her tongue darting out over her lips as she hovered over his pulsing erection. She'd remained still for a moment, watching as his eyes grew wide when her hot breath breezed over his aching organ and a hungry desperation had filled his gaze. A small smile had tugged at her lips before her tongue darted out and Logan was rewarded with a feather light touch that would have made his entire body leap with pleasure had he been able. Instead, he'd whimpered softly, his fingers curling into fists at his side, until her warm lips closed over him, taking him deep inside her warm, wet mouth and making him groan.
Her gaze had met his with wicked abandon as her head moved upon him, first in short little strokes before her fingers had closed around the base of his penis and she lengthened her rhythm. His eyes had closed tightly then, as he struggled to keep from drowning in the sweet sensations with which Max gleefully tortured his body. When she'd finally sat back, her tongue easing out to bestow one last torture upon him, stroking his now painful erection from base to tip, her expression was one of wanton lust.
Max shook herself from her reverie, bringing herself back from the memories of the hours before, shifting her concentration onto Logan's hard body before her now. Her fingers trailed over sensitive spots on his chest she'd found hours earlier, dragging one nail slowly across his nipple, watching with pleasure as it hardened under her ministrations. When she finally glanced up at his face once more, she again was startled to find him watching her with bemusement. His blue eyes shone in the pale light filtering into the room, and he smiled down at her.
"Looking for a repeat performance, Max?"
She grinned back, shifting her body to straddle his thighs as she lowered her lips to his for a long, slow kiss. His tongue pressed against her, seeking entry into her warm mouth, filling himself with her sweet and ever so unique taste. His hands stole over the soft skin of her back, sliding over her sides to cup her golden breasts. Her head fell back as she arched herself into his touch, his fingers kneading her flesh into a blatant state of pure arousal, his thumbs crossing her nipples, caressing her with firm strokes until a moan of pleasure broke over her lips in a wave of ecstasy.
She gasped as Logan's mouth rose to replace his fingers, sucking her nipple between his teeth as his tongue flicked at it. Her hips circled upon him with an uninhibited manner she'd learned to expose only with Logan; she could barely contain a scream of passion as his teeth worked against her nipple harder before sucking her deep into his eager mouth. He pulled back a moment later, his tongue flicking out to lap at her nipple one final time before easing back to the bed, grinning from ear to ear.
His fingers trailed down her body, resting on her thighs only for brief seconds before slipping between them and deep inside her hot core. She was more than ready for him but he prolonged the moment, bringing her into a gasping, quivering state as his thumb found her sensitive clitoris and stroked it with delicate force. When her lips began to issue only moans and pleas, her body thrusting against his with shameless desire, he pulled away from her body and returned his hands to her hips. It took her only seconds to catch on, and together they lowered her body onto his waiting erection, pausing in mutual agreement as they allowed themselves a single moment of furthered anticipation. She felt every pulsing plane of him as he millimeter by millimeter and then inch by inch slid into her warm wet center, making them both growl softly with pleasure. Finally, Logan was sheathed entirely within Max's body, and he gazed up at her in worship.
//What did I do to deserve you, Max?//
His body quivered as his hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place, before finally allowing her to move upon him in first slow, then rapidly increasing strokes. Max leaned forward, her hands on Logan's
chest as she raised her hips, driving herself down on his hard body. One of Logan's hands reached up and caressed her breast, pulling her nipple stiff and erect as his other hand aided in pulling her down harder and deeper onto him. Max leaned in closer, capturing his lips as they moved together, their soft cries caught within the caverns of the others' mouth. Their speed increased; Max drove herself down on Logan as his hand traveled from her breast down to where they were joined, finding her swollen clitoris easily. She groaned loudly into his mouth, biting down upon his lip as his fingers increased pressure on her already overly sensitized body.
Faster and faster they came together, her breathing hitching then stopping all together as she shut her eyes tightly, crying out, tumbling into a fog of passion and burning sensation. It was only a moment later that she felt Logan tighten and explode inside her, his cry following her own as he tore away from her mouth, his body tense with release.
When she finally pulled away, her breasts rose and fell with the force of her labored breathing; her golden skin was covered by a thin sheen of sweat as she gazed down at him. His own breathing came in deep gasps, his heart pounding painfully against his chest, but the smile that graced his features matched Max's for brilliance. Logan pulled her down to his side, forcing her to separate their bodies as he wrapped her in a warm, loving embrace.
Max sighed softly against his flesh, her head resting comfortably once again against the hollow between his neck and his shoulder. Her fingers tangled with his as they slowly allowed themselves to come down together, and for the second time in as many hours, their eyes drifted closed.
When Original Cindy strolled through the door hours later, she didn't have to wonder where Logan and Max had disappeared to through out the day. Their half created sandwiches still rested upon the counter, Logan's chair was still over turned on the kitchen floor, and if Cindy were to have looked close enough down the hall, she'd have noticed clothing that had been flung far out of the bedroom during one of Max's less cohesive moments hours before.
Original Cindy shook her head in amusement, setting the kitchen straight before moving through the family room and up to her own room. She had a few magazines she could look through, and God knew she needed a manicure in the worst way after a day on the beach. A girl could always find something to keep herself occupied when her best boo was momentarily indisposed.
Cindy giggled and then laughed, collapsing back on her bed as she shook her head in amusement. She'd wait until dark before risking an interruption; Max and Logan had been playing games too long for Cindy to cut their first time short just to get ready to go clubbing. Nope. She could definitely wait until dark.
*****
End Part Nine: Looking Back, Moving Forward
And again, thank you all for your wonderful reviews. I look forward every night to seeing what you've all had to say, and you've all been so kind. :) So, thank you. :)
There are very mild spoilers for second season in this, but only up to Some Assembly Required, and most of them are only vague allusions to past events.
I welcome all reviews, both here and by email, so please feel free to drop me a line and let me know what you're thinking. I can't improve my writing if I don't know what people want to see. :P
They're not mine, I just borrow them sometimes and mutate their inner voices. What can I say? It's fun. But Cameron will always own the good stuff. :P
Towards the Sunset
Part Nine: Looking Back, Moving Forward
By: Danae Bowen
Email: logansfox@rogers.com
Max stretched slowly. She was suddenly aware of muscles that had been long underused as they began screaming for attention. Her face was buried against Logan's shoulder, her knee nestled between his thighs, and her fingers were casually stroking the soft hair on his chest. She sighed contentedly, allowing the low flame still pulsing through her body to heat her blood, and only minutes passed before her lips began a slow journey down Logan's still sleeping form.
Her hands traced his body with a loving caress, taking in the feel of his hard muscles built from two years of relying on his upper body for movement. She found the scars of their past, well healed now; a long dark mark across his shoulder from where a bullet had grazed him months earlier, a small white line across his chest from a day he'd been taken hostage, a mark on his stomach from something she could barely recall. Each little line pained her, knowing that many were likely caused by his involvement with her, but each mark also served as a reminder that their life did exist. Beyond this bedroom they had a life that they'd shared for two years; yes, many things had changed in the last few days, laying naked in a bed with him being only one, but it comforted Max to know that they'd built whatever they had on something more than pure lust. They had friendship along with passion, respect along with desire, love along with lust. Each mark on his body proved that before there had been sex, Max and Logan existed together as something much more.
She lowered her lips to his chest, her tongue flicking out, drinking in the scent and flavor that was Logan's alone. He muttered in his sleep, his arms shifting, unconsciously opening himself to her touch. Her eyes sparkled as she used her knee to nudge his legs into a more comfortable position, and her gaze flicked to the exoskeleton lying in a heap on the floor. Max had to giggle quietly, remembering exactly how the usually impeccably cared for department of defense experimental unit had come to be just another piece of clothing. She supposed it really was mostly her fault. Logan had tried to be a gentleman, tried to take her slowly to her completion, caressing her willing body with soft kisses and gentle touches, heating her blood to a near boil before Max knew she had to take over.
Max knew that if she lived three lifetimes, she'd never forget the awed expression that burned in Logan's eyes as she'd sat astride his hips, finally pulling her long fingers away from his bare chest to lift her tank top over her head. She had released her bra with barely a movement, the under garment joining her shirt on the floor as her breasts spilled free for his view. When his hands slowly traveled over her thighs, across her warm, flat stomach, and finally came to rest against her breasts, Max hadn't been able to smother the soft groan that pressed past her lips, and Logan's eyes had darkened to such a deep sapphire, Max thought she just may drown.
Sex to Max had always been a game or a pain, something that was either a fun way to pass the time, or something forced upon her by her nature. She'd never had the opportunity to lean back and just feel the sensations as they flowed through her body, enjoying the touch of her lover for more than just her completion. Logan had set her body on fire, and he'd only just begun.
When his thumbs had found her nipples, stiff and puckered from his touch, Max had rolled her hips softly against him, whimpering Logan's name quietly. He'd groaned and closed his eyes, reveling in the feel of her body pressing against his painful erection, driving him beyond any limits he'd ever seen. His heart stalled for long moments as he experienced her hips circling upon him, his lower body thrusting up to meet her attention, his fingers closing harder over her soft, golden breasts.
She'd leaned down then, her hair falling to the sides of her face, the ends tickling him and forcing him to open his eyes. There had been such a wicked, wanton glint in her eyes that his breathing hitched in his chest and he raised his hands to cup her face, bringing her closer for a full, lingering kiss. His lips felt abandoned when she'd slipped away, but the sensations traveling through the rest of his body had more than made up for the loss. She had started to inch her way down his body, her lips and tongue trailing a damp trail from his throat to his chest, and lower still. She'd licked her soft lips before lowering them to his flat, dark nipple, swirling her tongue around his sensitive flesh until he bucked beneath her. He'd felt her lips curve into a smile against his tortured skin and she'd moved lower still. Her tongue had traced down past his ribs and her teeth had nipped at the flesh of his stomach before she'd paused at his waistband and smiled up at him, her eyes betraying her evil intent.
He'd watched her in amazement as she'd slipped his loose pants from his body and returned in moments to begin undoing his exosuit. At first he'd protested, wanting the full range of motion the exoskeleton could provide, but she'd quieted him with a single finger pressed against his lips and her whisper of breath over his ear.
"Trust me."
He'd been unable to deny her, her smile bringing nerves to life he'd thought long dead as he lay back, willing his body to relax long enough to allow Max her games. With her eyes flashing with such life and love, Logan had turned himself over into her capable hands, knowing wherever Max was going to take them would be exactly where he wanted to be.
Her eyebrow had risen in humor as she peeled the exoskeleton from his body, amusing herself with the sight of his midnight blue boxers. Her grin had spread to her eyes making Logan's breath catch as he drank in her beauty, but she hadn't been about to give him the time to relax. In an instant the exoskeleton had been tossed to the ground and her fingers had found the band to his shorts, yanking them off his now still legs with an ungentle force. The amusement had quickly faded from her gaze, however, as she leaned back to take in the full naked length of Logan's body; the humor in her eyes had dissolved into dark passion, and Logan suddenly felt as if he were being stalked. She'd lifted a single eyebrow as she met his gaze and crawled slowly up the length of his legs, her tongue darting out over her lips as she hovered over his pulsing erection. She'd remained still for a moment, watching as his eyes grew wide when her hot breath breezed over his aching organ and a hungry desperation had filled his gaze. A small smile had tugged at her lips before her tongue darted out and Logan was rewarded with a feather light touch that would have made his entire body leap with pleasure had he been able. Instead, he'd whimpered softly, his fingers curling into fists at his side, until her warm lips closed over him, taking him deep inside her warm, wet mouth and making him groan.
Her gaze had met his with wicked abandon as her head moved upon him, first in short little strokes before her fingers had closed around the base of his penis and she lengthened her rhythm. His eyes had closed tightly then, as he struggled to keep from drowning in the sweet sensations with which Max gleefully tortured his body. When she'd finally sat back, her tongue easing out to bestow one last torture upon him, stroking his now painful erection from base to tip, her expression was one of wanton lust.
Max shook herself from her reverie, bringing herself back from the memories of the hours before, shifting her concentration onto Logan's hard body before her now. Her fingers trailed over sensitive spots on his chest she'd found hours earlier, dragging one nail slowly across his nipple, watching with pleasure as it hardened under her ministrations. When she finally glanced up at his face once more, she again was startled to find him watching her with bemusement. His blue eyes shone in the pale light filtering into the room, and he smiled down at her.
"Looking for a repeat performance, Max?"
She grinned back, shifting her body to straddle his thighs as she lowered her lips to his for a long, slow kiss. His tongue pressed against her, seeking entry into her warm mouth, filling himself with her sweet and ever so unique taste. His hands stole over the soft skin of her back, sliding over her sides to cup her golden breasts. Her head fell back as she arched herself into his touch, his fingers kneading her flesh into a blatant state of pure arousal, his thumbs crossing her nipples, caressing her with firm strokes until a moan of pleasure broke over her lips in a wave of ecstasy.
She gasped as Logan's mouth rose to replace his fingers, sucking her nipple between his teeth as his tongue flicked at it. Her hips circled upon him with an uninhibited manner she'd learned to expose only with Logan; she could barely contain a scream of passion as his teeth worked against her nipple harder before sucking her deep into his eager mouth. He pulled back a moment later, his tongue flicking out to lap at her nipple one final time before easing back to the bed, grinning from ear to ear.
His fingers trailed down her body, resting on her thighs only for brief seconds before slipping between them and deep inside her hot core. She was more than ready for him but he prolonged the moment, bringing her into a gasping, quivering state as his thumb found her sensitive clitoris and stroked it with delicate force. When her lips began to issue only moans and pleas, her body thrusting against his with shameless desire, he pulled away from her body and returned his hands to her hips. It took her only seconds to catch on, and together they lowered her body onto his waiting erection, pausing in mutual agreement as they allowed themselves a single moment of furthered anticipation. She felt every pulsing plane of him as he millimeter by millimeter and then inch by inch slid into her warm wet center, making them both growl softly with pleasure. Finally, Logan was sheathed entirely within Max's body, and he gazed up at her in worship.
//What did I do to deserve you, Max?//
His body quivered as his hands tightened on her hips, holding her in place, before finally allowing her to move upon him in first slow, then rapidly increasing strokes. Max leaned forward, her hands on Logan's
chest as she raised her hips, driving herself down on his hard body. One of Logan's hands reached up and caressed her breast, pulling her nipple stiff and erect as his other hand aided in pulling her down harder and deeper onto him. Max leaned in closer, capturing his lips as they moved together, their soft cries caught within the caverns of the others' mouth. Their speed increased; Max drove herself down on Logan as his hand traveled from her breast down to where they were joined, finding her swollen clitoris easily. She groaned loudly into his mouth, biting down upon his lip as his fingers increased pressure on her already overly sensitized body.
Faster and faster they came together, her breathing hitching then stopping all together as she shut her eyes tightly, crying out, tumbling into a fog of passion and burning sensation. It was only a moment later that she felt Logan tighten and explode inside her, his cry following her own as he tore away from her mouth, his body tense with release.
When she finally pulled away, her breasts rose and fell with the force of her labored breathing; her golden skin was covered by a thin sheen of sweat as she gazed down at him. His own breathing came in deep gasps, his heart pounding painfully against his chest, but the smile that graced his features matched Max's for brilliance. Logan pulled her down to his side, forcing her to separate their bodies as he wrapped her in a warm, loving embrace.
Max sighed softly against his flesh, her head resting comfortably once again against the hollow between his neck and his shoulder. Her fingers tangled with his as they slowly allowed themselves to come down together, and for the second time in as many hours, their eyes drifted closed.
When Original Cindy strolled through the door hours later, she didn't have to wonder where Logan and Max had disappeared to through out the day. Their half created sandwiches still rested upon the counter, Logan's chair was still over turned on the kitchen floor, and if Cindy were to have looked close enough down the hall, she'd have noticed clothing that had been flung far out of the bedroom during one of Max's less cohesive moments hours before.
Original Cindy shook her head in amusement, setting the kitchen straight before moving through the family room and up to her own room. She had a few magazines she could look through, and God knew she needed a manicure in the worst way after a day on the beach. A girl could always find something to keep herself occupied when her best boo was momentarily indisposed.
Cindy giggled and then laughed, collapsing back on her bed as she shook her head in amusement. She'd wait until dark before risking an interruption; Max and Logan had been playing games too long for Cindy to cut their first time short just to get ready to go clubbing. Nope. She could definitely wait until dark.
*****
End Part Nine: Looking Back, Moving Forward