This is written in response to the following challenge made in an IM conversation.
1. Two characters break into Logan's apartment while Logan is out. One of them must be Max, the other may make it slash or conventional.
2. At some point they accidentally turn on the eyes only broadcasting equipment and send out a broadcast... may be as explicit a scene as you like.
3. Pre-pulse olive oil must feature somewhere.
Optional:
4. The following lyric may be included somewhere. "And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow" (from Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls)
All Eyes Only On Us
By Allie
Rating - probably R, maybe NC17 coming up (will edit rating if so)
Set in Season 2, sometime.
Disclaimer: Alec is my toy boy. So is Max from Roswell. Can you see I'm delusional? All characters sadly belong to Fox, James Cameron etc. My therapist made me say that *sniffle* I wish they were mine!!!
Author's Note:
Quote of Logan's poetry from Season One episode "Shorties in Love"
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The Fogle Towers Penthouse door stood slightly ajar, muffled sounds coming from within what should have been an empty apartment. Max tensed slightly and dropped into a crouch ready to spring into action. Moving as silently as her cat DNA allowed her, she crept into the apartment.
Logan was not home; she had made sure of that, following him to where the monthly coffee ration was being doled out before coming back with the intention of ... liberating... some wine. If Logan wanted to make some money all he really had to do was sell of some of his pre-pulse collection and he'd be set to go ahead and save the world! Well, maybe most of Seattle anyway. 'Honestly,' Max though to herself as she scanned the room, 'he puts way too much effort into solving other people's problems, and not enough into the woman he loves. Or supposedly loves. Or at least is kind of friendly with?'
Moving into the kitchen area, she found a black clad figure holding a wine bottle up to the light. "Just the vintage for a nice candle light seduction," mused Alec as he slid the bottle into his backpack.
"Just the thing to get you arrested, you mean," exclaimed Max sarcastically as she stepped into his line of vision. "Haven't we had this conversation before? Where we agreed that it was in the interests of group safety to not steal unless absolutely necessary?"
"Max, Max," chided Alec. "I should have known you'd arrive. Been following me, huh?"
"Oh, please. Like I have nothing better to do that follow you around, and watch you make it with some big breasted honey?"
"Feeling a little inadequate there, Maxie? And actually she's more..." he gestured in an hour glass shape, with a wink. "As for this little token," he said, patting the back pack, "I don't remember agreeing to your little edict. Also, I seem to recall a certain baseball, hmmm?" Alec reached into the wine rack for another bottle.
"Hey! Don't you think one is more than enough?"
"Max, you haven't truly lived if you believe one can ever be enough."
"You are sick, you know that?" she said, grabbing the bottle from him and scrutinizing the label. "Oooh, a pre-pulse Merlot. Does that go well with Mac and cheese?"
"Mac and cheese?" he exclaimed. "Here, give me that. There is no way you are wasting that wine on another of Joshua's dinner parties."
"At least there is genuine affection between the guests at Joshua's table."
"You wound me, Max. I'll have you know I love each and every one of my 'honey's' as you call them." He put the second bottle beside the first and zipped the bag closed. "Well nice as it always is chatting, I've got a date. Just a few other supplies first..." Alec headed through the living area and on into Logan's work station and video equipment.
"Supplies? Supplies??" repeated Max incredulously, following behind. "Don't tell me you are getting into the porn industry now. If you are, I'll kick your ass till it glows in the dark."
Alec opened and closed drawers, looking on the shelves that contained a multitude of equipment. "Max, what is it with you and my ass? You have such a fixation with that part of a guys anatomy I think you're suffering from penis envy. Or did you have a yearning to specialise in proctology in field surgery?"
Max eyed the tight ass in question as Alec bent over, his black trousers taut. Right now she had more of a yearning to practice vasectomies without anaesthetic. Or maybe a nice gelding? It would save the rest of the female population from having their heart broken from a guy who obviously considered himself God's, or rather Manticore's, transgenic gift to women.
"Yes! I knew he'd have one," crowed Alec as he put something in his bag. Then, reaching for something else tucked out of sight, he speculated, "And what do we have here?" He glanced back over his shoulder at Max with his usual smirk in place. "Lover boy has everything any self respecting Don Juan requires."
Looking down at the notebook in his hand he began to read aloud. "Forever eyes. Dark. Somebody's angel." Alec coughed. "Okay well maybe he's not the Don Juan he thinks he is," he began.
"Oh, give that to me." demanded Max, pulling the book from Alec's grasp. "I thought I took that page?" she murmured, a perplexed frown on her face.
Alec snorted. "Don't tell me that was for you?"
"Oh, get lost."
"Now if I was the one doing the serenading," he continued as if she had not interrupted, "I would sing you something like this..." Looking deeply into her eyes he began to croon,
"And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow..."
Max felt herself be drawn in, hypnotically pulled by the force and emotion in Alec's gaze. She leaned closer, her eyes zeroing in on his lips as they sang the romantic lyrics of an old song she would never have guessed he had heard before.
"You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life..."
TBC.