Heart's Desire by Star24
AN: I didn't really plan to write more of this and certainly not so soon but this chapter was begging me to write it all the way driving to work today. So here it is. I don't know if there is more of this or not. Depends on my muse.
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Chapter 2
When Logan reached his room, he paused for a moment then walked over and gently laid Max down on his bed. She sat up and started to reach down to pull her top over her head, but he sat down next to her and gently captured her hands, stopping her action.
"No quickies, Max."
For a moment they sat there facing each other, Max's hands still trapped by Logan. He released her hands, and she watched in silence as he leaned over and removed his shoes and socks. Stopping there, he turned and swung his legs up onto the bed so he was lying facing her. He reached out and pulled her close against his chest, resting his chin on her head.
"I just want to hold you for a while." Logan's hands were gently stroking her back. Max was amazed that his simple action was so intensely erotic. She sighed and curled close to him, enjoying the feel of his body next to hers, his hands touching her gently. She breathed in his scent, the one that was so uniquely Logan to her that she could always tell immediately if he was close by, even in the crowds of Crash.
For a long while the two just lay there, sharing the physical closeness that they had been denied for so many months. The simple fact of being able to hold each other was enough. Finally, Logan reached down and grasped the hem of Max's top. She raised her arms allowing him to pull it over her head. He reached around her back and gently undid her bra clasp, then slid the straps down and off her shoulders, removing the bra and setting it aside. Max felt a shiver go through her as she lay back on his bed and he lay there next to her, propped on one elbow, drinking her in with his eyes. Still without words, Logan reached out a hand and gently traced a finger around her collarbone, and then down the valley between her breasts. He trailed it teasingly across their fullness, and then lightly circled first one nipple and then the other. Max arched her back at his touch and let out a soft gasp.
Logan smiled as he leaned in and softly kissed her. His lips were gentle, although insistent, and she willingly opened her mouth allowing him access. For long moments he teased her with his tongue and hand, the first darting teasingly in and out of her mouth, the other playing first one breast, then the other, teasing them into hard little peaks. Max could feel the moisture pooling between her legs as Logan continued his slow assault on her senses, but she also felt a sense of lethargy, caught in the sensual spell he was so expertly weaving, unwilling to move and disrupt the feelings he was creating in her body.
When he lifted his lips from hers, she let out a soft protest at the loss and reached out to pull him back to her. Logan smiled and taking her hands placed them on the buttons of his shirt. Max began to pull roughly at them but he stopped her with a touch and a few whispered words.
"Max, we have all the time in the world."
It was Max's turn to smile as she made the simple act of unbuttoning and removing his shirt into a slow, sensual movement of the dance they were enacting. When his shirt was gone and he was sitting there next to her, she gently reached out and traced the muscles of his chest and abdomen, reveling as she felt them jump slightly at her touch. She placed her hand over his heart, feeling the strong and steady beat. There were tears in her eyes and Logan frowned when he saw them.
"Max? Are you alright?" He hesitated, "Is this what you really want?"
She shook her head, "I do. It's just…I mean for so long we couldn't…" she broke off unable to continue.
"It's okay." Logan had her in his arms once again, holding her close to him, stroking her hair and murmuring nonsense to her.
Max clung to him for a few moments, gathering herself together then pulled back and smiled up at him. "Logan…I…"
"I know. You don't have to say it."
Their lips met once again.
// I love you. You are my heart and my soul and my life. Without you I'm not really alive.// From her to him.
// I know. I've always known. I love you. I'll always love you. No matter what. // From him to her.
When they pulled apart their eyes met and, without having to say the words, they both knew it was time. Logan undid the fastenings of her jeans and slowly slid them down her legs, bringing her panties with them. In turn, Max reached over and helped him undo his pants. He stood and let them fall to the floor, and then Max reached out and pushed his boxers down his lean hips, letting them drop as well. Logan stepped out of them and came to her as she lay there with open arms, welcoming him.
Max sighed as she felt Logan surrounding her, touching her everywhere at once, turning the slow burn he had been creating in her into a conflagration. Her senses were heightened by his previous slow seduction and she gasped, as after bringing her to a fever pitch of wanting, he finally came into her and became part of her.
At first he moved slowly as they learned each other and got used to the new sensations of being one with each other. But Max wanted more of him, and she encouraged him deeper. Their movements increased in tempo and Max pulled Logan harder into her, moaning in pleasure at the feel of him. Logan in his turn, groaned as he lost himself in her darkness and heat. They grew more frantic as together they went up in flames, and then, still together, slowly came back to a sense of where they were.
He started to roll off of her, but she protested and refused to let him leave, instead rolling with him so that they lay side by side facing each other, still joined as one. Max rested her head against Logan's chest, listening to his heart beat, letting it lull her to sleep. Logan held her close, playing with her hair as she lay in his arms. Soon his eyes closed, and the two lovers slept.