2nd Anniversary
Part 4
Logan woke slowly, and lay for several moments with his
eyes closed, just relishing the feel of Max's warmth next
to him in her bed. 'Her bed!' His eyes snapped open at
the thought. It was. Her apartment, her room and her bed,
memories of their time together flooding back into his
mind. He turned his head to her sleeping face lying on his
outstretched arm and his heart leapt with joy.
He couldn't move, even if he'd wanted to. She looked so
peaceful, and even though his arm was numb and he couldn't
feel his fingers, there was no way in the world he'd
disturb her.
He had never seen her sleeping peacefully before. The
night she'd stayed at his apartment, because of her
seizures, her slumber had been anything but restful. And
when she'd almost killed herself with the implant she'd
spent the night tossing and turning.
So his bloody arm could fall off, as far as he was
concerned, there was no way he'd wake her. Logan told
himself that over and over, trying to convince his
traitorous body. But, though he could ignore his arm, his
overly full bladder was another matter.
He tried to slide his arm slowly from under her head, but
the moment he'd begun to move she woke. At first her eyes
were filled with shock at seeing him beside her, and then
changed to happiness and satisfaction when her mind caught
up. She smiled and stretched, with feline grace.
"Morning." Max said.
"Morning." Logan replied, and leaned over to kiss her.
When he pulled back with a grimace Max sat up in concern.
"What's wrong?" She asked him.
"Nothing." Logan replied ruefully, "Nothing except I need
to use the bathroom."
Max looked at him in surprise for a moment then started
laughing.
"Max." Logan said, a dangerous look in his eye. "Now."
"Sorry." She replied, grinning and trying not to laugh. She
got of the bed and helped Logan up.
"No you're not." He told her through gritted teeth.
Max smiled even broader. "Your right. I'm not." Logan
leaned on her and they made their way across the hall. "Do
you need." She started to say at the door.
"I think I can handle things from here." He interrupted
her.
Max left Logan and headed back to her room, still smiling
and trying to keep her mind off handling things. 'Damn,
I've got a dirty mind.' She thought to herself.
She'd gotten a pair of panties and a tank top on when Logan
re-emerged and she rushed over to help him back to her
room. Once they reached her bed Logan nearly collapsed onto
it. He pulled himself to a seated position and Max began to
search for a pair of pants to wear.
"Max." His voice stilled her search and she turned to face
him. There was a look of disappointment on his face.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed. I thought you'd like some breakfast."
She moved toward him and he reached out to pull her onto
his lap.
"Mmm." Logan murmured as his lips descended onto hers. "I
think I'd prefer breakfast in bed." He told her and rolled
over so they were both lying across her bed, never losing
possession of her lips.
"Logan." She said breathlessly several moments later as he
began to run his lips down her neck. His hands, never
still, were rising up under her top and the feeling was
distracting to say the least. "I thought you said you
wanted breakfast in bed?"
"Mmm. Lets try for lunch instead." He suggested. Max had
absolutely no objections.
Several hours later Logan was seated at the table looking
at his shirt while Max made sandwiches at the kitchen
counter. "Did you find any of the other buttons?" He asked
looking up at her.
"Yeah, on the shelf behind you." Max said.
Logan picked up the two buttons, "Only two?" He asked.
"All I could find. Sorry." Max said.
"It's okay." Logan pulled the button hanging by a thread
off the shirt and put all three buttons back on the shelf.
He then pulled the shirt on over the t-shirt and left it
hanging open. "I'll get some buttons and sew them on
later."
Max came to the table carrying two plates with chicken
salad sandwiches and went back for two large mugs of
coffee.
"So what's on today's agenda?" Logan asked sitting down.
"I'm not sure." Max said as she handed Logan his coffee.
"Anything you want to do today?" She asked.
"Nothing specific." Logan said. He took a bite of his
sandwich and nodded appreciatively.
"Well, we pretty much saw all of my neighbourhood
yesterday." She took a bite of her sandwich also and
frowned. She was beginning to get the uncomfortable
feeling they'd reached an awkward place in their
relationship.
Logan felt it too. Hell they'd found lots to keep them
occupied when they couldn't touch. Helping to save
someone, hanging out with friends. They'd always dreamt of
having time totally to themselves and now they couldn't
find anything to do.
They were both silent as they finished their meal. Logan
automatically helped with the dishes thinking hard. And
finally it came to him. He turned to Max with a smile.
"I've got an idea." He said.
"What?" Max asked.
Logan grinned even wider, "It's a surprise."
"Okay." Max said. "But I'm not real good with surprises."
"Trust me, you'll enjoy yourself." Logan told her going to
put on his jacket. He turned back and found Max in the
same place. He held out his hand, "I promise, you'll like
this."
Max smiled and went to Logan. Taking his hand she leaned
forward for a kiss. "I'd better." She said and headed to
her room for her jacket.
"Don't forget your sector pass." Logan called after her.
The End
For Now
Part 4
Logan woke slowly, and lay for several moments with his
eyes closed, just relishing the feel of Max's warmth next
to him in her bed. 'Her bed!' His eyes snapped open at
the thought. It was. Her apartment, her room and her bed,
memories of their time together flooding back into his
mind. He turned his head to her sleeping face lying on his
outstretched arm and his heart leapt with joy.
He couldn't move, even if he'd wanted to. She looked so
peaceful, and even though his arm was numb and he couldn't
feel his fingers, there was no way in the world he'd
disturb her.
He had never seen her sleeping peacefully before. The
night she'd stayed at his apartment, because of her
seizures, her slumber had been anything but restful. And
when she'd almost killed herself with the implant she'd
spent the night tossing and turning.
So his bloody arm could fall off, as far as he was
concerned, there was no way he'd wake her. Logan told
himself that over and over, trying to convince his
traitorous body. But, though he could ignore his arm, his
overly full bladder was another matter.
He tried to slide his arm slowly from under her head, but
the moment he'd begun to move she woke. At first her eyes
were filled with shock at seeing him beside her, and then
changed to happiness and satisfaction when her mind caught
up. She smiled and stretched, with feline grace.
"Morning." Max said.
"Morning." Logan replied, and leaned over to kiss her.
When he pulled back with a grimace Max sat up in concern.
"What's wrong?" She asked him.
"Nothing." Logan replied ruefully, "Nothing except I need
to use the bathroom."
Max looked at him in surprise for a moment then started
laughing.
"Max." Logan said, a dangerous look in his eye. "Now."
"Sorry." She replied, grinning and trying not to laugh. She
got of the bed and helped Logan up.
"No you're not." He told her through gritted teeth.
Max smiled even broader. "Your right. I'm not." Logan
leaned on her and they made their way across the hall. "Do
you need." She started to say at the door.
"I think I can handle things from here." He interrupted
her.
Max left Logan and headed back to her room, still smiling
and trying to keep her mind off handling things. 'Damn,
I've got a dirty mind.' She thought to herself.
She'd gotten a pair of panties and a tank top on when Logan
re-emerged and she rushed over to help him back to her
room. Once they reached her bed Logan nearly collapsed onto
it. He pulled himself to a seated position and Max began to
search for a pair of pants to wear.
"Max." His voice stilled her search and she turned to face
him. There was a look of disappointment on his face.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting dressed. I thought you'd like some breakfast."
She moved toward him and he reached out to pull her onto
his lap.
"Mmm." Logan murmured as his lips descended onto hers. "I
think I'd prefer breakfast in bed." He told her and rolled
over so they were both lying across her bed, never losing
possession of her lips.
"Logan." She said breathlessly several moments later as he
began to run his lips down her neck. His hands, never
still, were rising up under her top and the feeling was
distracting to say the least. "I thought you said you
wanted breakfast in bed?"
"Mmm. Lets try for lunch instead." He suggested. Max had
absolutely no objections.
Several hours later Logan was seated at the table looking
at his shirt while Max made sandwiches at the kitchen
counter. "Did you find any of the other buttons?" He asked
looking up at her.
"Yeah, on the shelf behind you." Max said.
Logan picked up the two buttons, "Only two?" He asked.
"All I could find. Sorry." Max said.
"It's okay." Logan pulled the button hanging by a thread
off the shirt and put all three buttons back on the shelf.
He then pulled the shirt on over the t-shirt and left it
hanging open. "I'll get some buttons and sew them on
later."
Max came to the table carrying two plates with chicken
salad sandwiches and went back for two large mugs of
coffee.
"So what's on today's agenda?" Logan asked sitting down.
"I'm not sure." Max said as she handed Logan his coffee.
"Anything you want to do today?" She asked.
"Nothing specific." Logan said. He took a bite of his
sandwich and nodded appreciatively.
"Well, we pretty much saw all of my neighbourhood
yesterday." She took a bite of her sandwich also and
frowned. She was beginning to get the uncomfortable
feeling they'd reached an awkward place in their
relationship.
Logan felt it too. Hell they'd found lots to keep them
occupied when they couldn't touch. Helping to save
someone, hanging out with friends. They'd always dreamt of
having time totally to themselves and now they couldn't
find anything to do.
They were both silent as they finished their meal. Logan
automatically helped with the dishes thinking hard. And
finally it came to him. He turned to Max with a smile.
"I've got an idea." He said.
"What?" Max asked.
Logan grinned even wider, "It's a surprise."
"Okay." Max said. "But I'm not real good with surprises."
"Trust me, you'll enjoy yourself." Logan told her going to
put on his jacket. He turned back and found Max in the
same place. He held out his hand, "I promise, you'll like
this."
Max smiled and went to Logan. Taking his hand she leaned
forward for a kiss. "I'd better." She said and headed to
her room for her jacket.
"Don't forget your sector pass." Logan called after her.
The End
For Now