Note: Before you read any further I have to tell you something. I have to
admit that this story doesn't really have much of a plot, I just make it up
as I go along, or sort of. So those of you who are waiting for actually
something to happen.... Well, I'm sorry. That here is just a fluffy little
something.
A huge Thank You to my beta Trice. Without her, this wouldn't make much of sense and her work is really really wonderful. And quick.... I owe you much, you know?
Oh and how did you guess? It's really called "Aphrodite". Any guesses what the next chapter title will be?
Aphrodite
- The goddess of love, desire and beauty.
~ Alone her birth is a miracle. Not meant to be, but nevertheless she arose from the sea foam on a giant scallop. Beautiful, near to perfection. My angel, she's singularly the most beautiful person ever. ~
Max settled down in the living room, resting her head on the couch. She had no desire to leave this position anytime soon. Listening to Logan making desert in the kitchen, she closed her eyes briefly. She wondered why she felt so comfortable. To tell the truth, it sort of scared her, but she decided to put that thought away for a while.
Logan was about to enter the living room when he suddenly stopped in the doorframe. Not moving at all he tried to memorize the sight in front of him. He noticed the way her head was turned to the side, and how her hand caressed her feet gently. Every single detail about her seemed to be perfect. It was more than fascinating, it was amazing. When Max turned around, Logan realized that he had been staring. He quickly tried to cover for his mistake.
"Ice-cream?" She took the bowl from his hand and licked her lips. Her eyes sparkled as she started eating.
"So, what are we going to do now? Am I finally getting my game of chess?" Making a face, he shook his head. She had won every single game they had ever played. "Are you never getting tired of beating me?"
Not waiting for an answer, he put his ice-cream away and got the board. When he came back, he found Max eating the rest of his dessert, grinning broadly. "You were finished, weren't you? You know, it was melting anyway."
She started getting her figures when Logan stopped her. He turned the board around. "I'll be black for a change." She looked at him for several seconds and then shrugged.
After making some moves, Max, already knowing that he was loosing again, got bored and started talking. "So, the Lautrec belongs to an old friend.... Will I get to meet him?" Although she tried to act casual, Logan could sense how important his answer was to her. She wouldn't let him get away this time.
"He's not really into going out and meeting new people." It was the truth and he just hoped that she wouldn't get angry with him. So he watched her closely. "That's okay." She smiled at him mischievously and her eyes sparkled. "I'm a messenger, I'll bring it to him. Where does he live?"
"Sector 17. But he's in Canada right now, I'm sorry..... Are you trying to distract me? You know, I want to win this game." Logan finally made a move after having studied the board for an eternity. "I just wonder who's looking to distract the other. Why don't you want to talk about this guy? I'm not going to rob him, you know?"
Annoyance could be heard in her voice, but she tried to stay calm. She would let him explain it, she didn't want to ruin the evening. He ruffled his hair, studying the chessboard closely once again. Sighing, he tried to explain, "There is this one person in your childhood that makes you be the way you are meant to be."
Max couldn't help thinking about Manticore and Lydecker. ....makes you be the way you are meant to be... She was never meant to be. And her childhood had been full of rules, discipline and running away. But nevertheless she was there now, sitting in Logan's living room playing chess. Could that be the way Lydecker had "made" her?
She started biting her lip and waited for Logan to continue. "George taught me the difference between right and wrong and that was one of the most important things I ever learned .....sort of the reason why I became Eyes Only."
He wasn't really talking about George Dalton, the mysterious owner, he knew it and he felt guilty. It wasn't that he didn't wanted Max to know.... okay, so probably he didn't. But he couldn't explain why. Looking deep in her dark eyes, he made a move. Before he realized that it had been the wrong one, she took his king. "Checkmate!"
Max also won the next four games. While she was getting more and more cheerful, Logan got tired. He really didn't want to go to bed, he enjoyed just sitting there joking and watching her under half-shut eyelids. But his vision wasn't clear anymore and his back had started aching.
He stretched and looked towards the clock on the wall. "Half past three, I think I should go to bed now. Do you need a blanket?" Not asking if she wanted to stay but instead acting as if it was the most common thing for her to do, was the best way to keep her over night. It had taken him a long time to figure it out, but finally he had been able to talk her into sleeping on the couch in the living room.
She didn't like to crash in the guestroom (he had no clue why) and sharing a bed didn't seem to be an option either. Not that he had ever asked her.... He wasn't going to push his luck. She would stay over night and they would have breakfast together the next morning and that was awakening enough.
Grabbing a blanket from the guestroom, he returned into the empty living room. He heard running water coming from the bathroom, so he put the blanket down and returned into the kitchen. While he heated a mug of hot chocolate, a small smile crept on his tired face. When the bathroom door opened, he quickly put the mug on the table in front of the couch and went into his room.
He stopped, eyeing his closet suspiciously. All drawers had been closed, he always closed his drawers! But now one was wide open. Eyebrows raised, he turned around and reentered the living room.
Max had her hands wrapped around the hot chocolate and smiled up at him. "I borrowed one of your sweatshirts. You don't mind, do you?" Her fingers slightly traced the letters written on the mug: MAX. It had been a Christmas present, but Logan had insisted that she leave it in the penthouse. Even though she hadn't seen much sense in it, she had agreed. Now it was her good-night-chocolate and good-morning-coffee mug. Max had to admit that she liked the idea a lot.
"No problem........... See you tomorrow, good night Max." He waited for her answer combined with a smile and then fled into his room and closed the door. He didn't want to do something that he would regret later now, did he? He went across the room and closed the open drawer. That reminded him of Max, lying next door, wearing his sweater. A small smile formed on his face as he walked towards his bed. Rubbing his eyes, he switched off the light, put off his clothes and slid under the covers.
But although he was tired as hell, he couldn't find any sleep. At first he turned around in his bed restlessly, but then he got silent and tried to catch any sound coming from the living room. It was useless, Max never made any noise. He sighed and closed his eyes remembering what she had looked liked when he had entered the living room with the ice-cream.
By now he knew every single line on her face, the way she moved smoothly, the sound of her voice. It was true, she was beautiful, but that wasn't the reason why she was so fascinating. There was something about her that just.... kept him awake at night.
She may have been his cat-burglar, a revved-up soldier, but she was also a miracle. And damn, was she confusing!! That was his last thought before he finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
Outside his room the miracle watched his door, her ears listening to the sounds coming from inside. She cursed herself for doing that, but she couldn't help it. When Max didn't hear him move for a while, she sighed and snuggled deep into the sweatshirt. She knew that it was useless wishing for the door to open again. He was asleep. Asleep at the other side of the door.
To be continued......
So, what do you think? Awful? A bit awful? Any good?
Leave a review or write a mail to lucia_at2001@yhoo.de (or both)!
A huge Thank You to my beta Trice. Without her, this wouldn't make much of sense and her work is really really wonderful. And quick.... I owe you much, you know?
Oh and how did you guess? It's really called "Aphrodite". Any guesses what the next chapter title will be?
Aphrodite
- The goddess of love, desire and beauty.
~ Alone her birth is a miracle. Not meant to be, but nevertheless she arose from the sea foam on a giant scallop. Beautiful, near to perfection. My angel, she's singularly the most beautiful person ever. ~
Max settled down in the living room, resting her head on the couch. She had no desire to leave this position anytime soon. Listening to Logan making desert in the kitchen, she closed her eyes briefly. She wondered why she felt so comfortable. To tell the truth, it sort of scared her, but she decided to put that thought away for a while.
Logan was about to enter the living room when he suddenly stopped in the doorframe. Not moving at all he tried to memorize the sight in front of him. He noticed the way her head was turned to the side, and how her hand caressed her feet gently. Every single detail about her seemed to be perfect. It was more than fascinating, it was amazing. When Max turned around, Logan realized that he had been staring. He quickly tried to cover for his mistake.
"Ice-cream?" She took the bowl from his hand and licked her lips. Her eyes sparkled as she started eating.
"So, what are we going to do now? Am I finally getting my game of chess?" Making a face, he shook his head. She had won every single game they had ever played. "Are you never getting tired of beating me?"
Not waiting for an answer, he put his ice-cream away and got the board. When he came back, he found Max eating the rest of his dessert, grinning broadly. "You were finished, weren't you? You know, it was melting anyway."
She started getting her figures when Logan stopped her. He turned the board around. "I'll be black for a change." She looked at him for several seconds and then shrugged.
After making some moves, Max, already knowing that he was loosing again, got bored and started talking. "So, the Lautrec belongs to an old friend.... Will I get to meet him?" Although she tried to act casual, Logan could sense how important his answer was to her. She wouldn't let him get away this time.
"He's not really into going out and meeting new people." It was the truth and he just hoped that she wouldn't get angry with him. So he watched her closely. "That's okay." She smiled at him mischievously and her eyes sparkled. "I'm a messenger, I'll bring it to him. Where does he live?"
"Sector 17. But he's in Canada right now, I'm sorry..... Are you trying to distract me? You know, I want to win this game." Logan finally made a move after having studied the board for an eternity. "I just wonder who's looking to distract the other. Why don't you want to talk about this guy? I'm not going to rob him, you know?"
Annoyance could be heard in her voice, but she tried to stay calm. She would let him explain it, she didn't want to ruin the evening. He ruffled his hair, studying the chessboard closely once again. Sighing, he tried to explain, "There is this one person in your childhood that makes you be the way you are meant to be."
Max couldn't help thinking about Manticore and Lydecker. ....makes you be the way you are meant to be... She was never meant to be. And her childhood had been full of rules, discipline and running away. But nevertheless she was there now, sitting in Logan's living room playing chess. Could that be the way Lydecker had "made" her?
She started biting her lip and waited for Logan to continue. "George taught me the difference between right and wrong and that was one of the most important things I ever learned .....sort of the reason why I became Eyes Only."
He wasn't really talking about George Dalton, the mysterious owner, he knew it and he felt guilty. It wasn't that he didn't wanted Max to know.... okay, so probably he didn't. But he couldn't explain why. Looking deep in her dark eyes, he made a move. Before he realized that it had been the wrong one, she took his king. "Checkmate!"
Max also won the next four games. While she was getting more and more cheerful, Logan got tired. He really didn't want to go to bed, he enjoyed just sitting there joking and watching her under half-shut eyelids. But his vision wasn't clear anymore and his back had started aching.
He stretched and looked towards the clock on the wall. "Half past three, I think I should go to bed now. Do you need a blanket?" Not asking if she wanted to stay but instead acting as if it was the most common thing for her to do, was the best way to keep her over night. It had taken him a long time to figure it out, but finally he had been able to talk her into sleeping on the couch in the living room.
She didn't like to crash in the guestroom (he had no clue why) and sharing a bed didn't seem to be an option either. Not that he had ever asked her.... He wasn't going to push his luck. She would stay over night and they would have breakfast together the next morning and that was awakening enough.
Grabbing a blanket from the guestroom, he returned into the empty living room. He heard running water coming from the bathroom, so he put the blanket down and returned into the kitchen. While he heated a mug of hot chocolate, a small smile crept on his tired face. When the bathroom door opened, he quickly put the mug on the table in front of the couch and went into his room.
He stopped, eyeing his closet suspiciously. All drawers had been closed, he always closed his drawers! But now one was wide open. Eyebrows raised, he turned around and reentered the living room.
Max had her hands wrapped around the hot chocolate and smiled up at him. "I borrowed one of your sweatshirts. You don't mind, do you?" Her fingers slightly traced the letters written on the mug: MAX. It had been a Christmas present, but Logan had insisted that she leave it in the penthouse. Even though she hadn't seen much sense in it, she had agreed. Now it was her good-night-chocolate and good-morning-coffee mug. Max had to admit that she liked the idea a lot.
"No problem........... See you tomorrow, good night Max." He waited for her answer combined with a smile and then fled into his room and closed the door. He didn't want to do something that he would regret later now, did he? He went across the room and closed the open drawer. That reminded him of Max, lying next door, wearing his sweater. A small smile formed on his face as he walked towards his bed. Rubbing his eyes, he switched off the light, put off his clothes and slid under the covers.
But although he was tired as hell, he couldn't find any sleep. At first he turned around in his bed restlessly, but then he got silent and tried to catch any sound coming from the living room. It was useless, Max never made any noise. He sighed and closed his eyes remembering what she had looked liked when he had entered the living room with the ice-cream.
By now he knew every single line on her face, the way she moved smoothly, the sound of her voice. It was true, she was beautiful, but that wasn't the reason why she was so fascinating. There was something about her that just.... kept him awake at night.
She may have been his cat-burglar, a revved-up soldier, but she was also a miracle. And damn, was she confusing!! That was his last thought before he finally fell into a dreamless sleep.
Outside his room the miracle watched his door, her ears listening to the sounds coming from inside. She cursed herself for doing that, but she couldn't help it. When Max didn't hear him move for a while, she sighed and snuggled deep into the sweatshirt. She knew that it was useless wishing for the door to open again. He was asleep. Asleep at the other side of the door.
To be continued......
So, what do you think? Awful? A bit awful? Any good?
Leave a review or write a mail to lucia_at2001@yhoo.de (or both)!