Title: Stuff that happens...
Author: Me
Summary: AU, set right before the pilot. M/L
..... 'He tastes like alcohol.' Her whole mind was occupied with this one thought.....
Note: Okay, I'm sorry if the last part was a bit confusing. At first I tell you that this story is set before the pilot and then I mention Logan..... Relax people, it was just the Prologue! The real story starts here, so please read and review! ( Or you can write me at lucia_at2001@yahoo.de )
Stuff that happens when heating up
Some weeks ago
Loud music filled the room and the air reeked of smoke and alcohol. It was past midnight and the bar, Crash, was crowded with people. In the far end corner sat a girl with brown curls and delicate features. With each passing second she seemed to get more uncomfortable.
Licking her lips, Max stopped her nervous play with the hem of the tight red T-shirt she was wearing and let her eyes wander around the room.
A panicked look crossed her face. "Keep cool girl! Think of Leo .... or Darren! We don't want something like that to happen again, do we?" She started to tap her foot in the rhythm of the song, while trying to concentrate on the beer mug in front of her. She prayed for the arrival of her friends for she wasn't sure if she could stand it much longer. Her flushed body sensed all the men surrounding her and she became more and more lightheaded.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Ignoring her protesting mind, Max fixed her eyes on a mysterious stranger sitting next to the bar. She let her eyes travel from his ruffled hair down his muscular body and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her shirt and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. The tiny rest of her self-control vanished and her legs started to carry her through the room. Concentrating hard on her newfound target, she didn't see the guy crossing her path. Max was smacked back into reality when she collided with him and nearly lost her balance.
The desperate thought, "Damn, I hate being in heat!", crossed her mind one last time before she straightened and faced him. His arms held on her waist to support her and his blue eyes looked at her in concern. A shudder of desire ran down her spine and she felt her skin tingle under his touch.
"I'm sorry." He added a weak smile to the simple statement and showed no intention to withdraw his hands from her. The closeness made Max' heart beat fast and her flushed body seemed ready to burst any moment. She looked over his shoulder and glanced at the dark-haired stranger whose attention she originally had intended to attract.
Then she turned back. "You don't have to be sorry, I prefer blonds anyway." Her voice was low and husky as she smiled at him under half closed eyelids.
Her unusual statement was rewarded with a puzzled look and raised eyebrows which made the erstwhile obstacle in her path look incredibly sexy. Just a glance at him made her heart summersault and she felt sweat tickling at the back of her neck. In addition to this, she felt unusually dizzy and the world around her started spinning as she struggled to keep her balance.
"Are you alright? You look like you are going to faint any second." He grabbed her shoulders firmly and guided her to the exit by pushing a way through the crowd. Together they left Crash and were greeted by the cold night air.
Disappointment rushed through Max as he finally withdrew his arms and they lost body contact. "Are you feeling better? It was a bit hot in there", he said as they started to walk up the street.
Max moaned silently. 'You have no clue HOW hot it was.!' For a second Max' mind kicked in again and it occurred to her that there could be more to this than just a normal heat cycle. But as soon as hormones started to overwhelm her body again, this thought vanished into thin air.
She wasn't concerned with anything other than the way his hair spiked in all different directions, the way his chest rose with every breath he took and the way his strong jaw moved as he spoke. Max bit her lip in dismay. She couldn't help but picture her hand running through this hair, roaming over this chest and stroking this jaw.
When her heated mind finally came to the conclusion that she had no reason not to jump his bones right then and there, she faced him. After a moment of hesitation in which she once again soaked in his whole appearance, she closed the gap between them and fiercely covered his mouth with hers.
'He tastes like alcohol.' Her whole mind was occupied with this one thought. It was all that mattered right then. She didn't care that he had trouble staying on his feet, as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him, she didn't care that he gently tried to remove her painful grip from his shoulders and she didn't care how he got them to his house and down the stairs to the basement, either.
Later on she figured that they hadn't been far from his home anyway.
It took him ten minutes, but then he was finally able to keep her on arm's length long enough to get his key out of his pocket. Max realized that she'd have to keep her hands to herself if she wanted him to open the door. The moment seemed to take forever and she waited impatiently, playing with the thought of simply breaking into the basement-apartment.
As soon as she heard the click of the lock, her arms reached out and her mouth attacked the same spot on his collarbone she had previously been working on.
"We are going to do this my way, so you have to slow down."
Max stopped dead in tracks. His voice had been gentle but firm and a quick glance into his eyes proved that he really meant it.
"You have to be kidding!" Max' breathing was hard and her body was about to burst with desire. He left a trace of heat on her skin as he let his fingers travel down her back. Max moaned and he smiled, watching her shutting her eyes narrow to slits.
"Trust me", he demanded gently as he laid her down on his bed.
Max hadn't known how exhausting self-discipline could be. Each time her gestures started to get too wild or too aggressive, he stopped responding to her actions. It was unnerving and made her feel like a wreck. The thought of simply raping him crossed her mind hundreds of times that night and just when she thought that she couldn't take it anymore, he gave in to her demands.
The outcome was that she was lying next to him, facing his back, not sure if she had enough power left to stand up and leave. Max was even too exhausted to feel like a slut, the way she normally would after an 'in-heat-adventure'. Now her mind was just numb. So she decided to relax and take in her surroundings.
A big part of the basement was just one room, with a huge closet, quite a lot of bookshelves, the bed and a computer at the far end. An ancient gold-framed mirror hung on the wall between two doors - she guessed that one of them led to a bathroom and the other one to a small kitchen. The whole furniture had an unique style she had never seen before.
She spotted her clothes strewn on the floor in the middle of the room. Seeing her things finally made her realize that it was probably time to go before the guy next to her woke.
Max got up and quickly dressed into her now crumpled shirt and faded jeans. She had just finished and turned around, when she caught sight of blue eyes staring at her. Going pale, she quickly grabbed her jacket. As she put it on, still facing the man in the bed, she realized that his eyes weren't really watching her. Instead, they were fixed on a spot on her neck, or better on the dark curls that covered it.
Thinking of her barcode, she panicked, wrecking her mind whether he had had an opportunity to take a look at it last night. She couldn't remember. Still horrified, Max stumbled backwards and fled through the front door. She hurried up the wooden stairs, just stopping to have a quick look at the name on the mailbox.
Logan - so that was the new name to add on her list of mistakes. It suited him.
TBC....
So, what did you think? Liked it? Don't forget to leave feedback!!
Author: Me
Summary: AU, set right before the pilot. M/L
..... 'He tastes like alcohol.' Her whole mind was occupied with this one thought.....
Note: Okay, I'm sorry if the last part was a bit confusing. At first I tell you that this story is set before the pilot and then I mention Logan..... Relax people, it was just the Prologue! The real story starts here, so please read and review! ( Or you can write me at lucia_at2001@yahoo.de )
Stuff that happens when heating up
Some weeks ago
Loud music filled the room and the air reeked of smoke and alcohol. It was past midnight and the bar, Crash, was crowded with people. In the far end corner sat a girl with brown curls and delicate features. With each passing second she seemed to get more uncomfortable.
Licking her lips, Max stopped her nervous play with the hem of the tight red T-shirt she was wearing and let her eyes wander around the room.
A panicked look crossed her face. "Keep cool girl! Think of Leo .... or Darren! We don't want something like that to happen again, do we?" She started to tap her foot in the rhythm of the song, while trying to concentrate on the beer mug in front of her. She prayed for the arrival of her friends for she wasn't sure if she could stand it much longer. Her flushed body sensed all the men surrounding her and she became more and more lightheaded.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Ignoring her protesting mind, Max fixed her eyes on a mysterious stranger sitting next to the bar. She let her eyes travel from his ruffled hair down his muscular body and a mischievous smile appeared on her face. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her shirt and flipped her hair back over her shoulder. The tiny rest of her self-control vanished and her legs started to carry her through the room. Concentrating hard on her newfound target, she didn't see the guy crossing her path. Max was smacked back into reality when she collided with him and nearly lost her balance.
The desperate thought, "Damn, I hate being in heat!", crossed her mind one last time before she straightened and faced him. His arms held on her waist to support her and his blue eyes looked at her in concern. A shudder of desire ran down her spine and she felt her skin tingle under his touch.
"I'm sorry." He added a weak smile to the simple statement and showed no intention to withdraw his hands from her. The closeness made Max' heart beat fast and her flushed body seemed ready to burst any moment. She looked over his shoulder and glanced at the dark-haired stranger whose attention she originally had intended to attract.
Then she turned back. "You don't have to be sorry, I prefer blonds anyway." Her voice was low and husky as she smiled at him under half closed eyelids.
Her unusual statement was rewarded with a puzzled look and raised eyebrows which made the erstwhile obstacle in her path look incredibly sexy. Just a glance at him made her heart summersault and she felt sweat tickling at the back of her neck. In addition to this, she felt unusually dizzy and the world around her started spinning as she struggled to keep her balance.
"Are you alright? You look like you are going to faint any second." He grabbed her shoulders firmly and guided her to the exit by pushing a way through the crowd. Together they left Crash and were greeted by the cold night air.
Disappointment rushed through Max as he finally withdrew his arms and they lost body contact. "Are you feeling better? It was a bit hot in there", he said as they started to walk up the street.
Max moaned silently. 'You have no clue HOW hot it was.!' For a second Max' mind kicked in again and it occurred to her that there could be more to this than just a normal heat cycle. But as soon as hormones started to overwhelm her body again, this thought vanished into thin air.
She wasn't concerned with anything other than the way his hair spiked in all different directions, the way his chest rose with every breath he took and the way his strong jaw moved as he spoke. Max bit her lip in dismay. She couldn't help but picture her hand running through this hair, roaming over this chest and stroking this jaw.
When her heated mind finally came to the conclusion that she had no reason not to jump his bones right then and there, she faced him. After a moment of hesitation in which she once again soaked in his whole appearance, she closed the gap between them and fiercely covered his mouth with hers.
'He tastes like alcohol.' Her whole mind was occupied with this one thought. It was all that mattered right then. She didn't care that he had trouble staying on his feet, as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him, she didn't care that he gently tried to remove her painful grip from his shoulders and she didn't care how he got them to his house and down the stairs to the basement, either.
Later on she figured that they hadn't been far from his home anyway.
It took him ten minutes, but then he was finally able to keep her on arm's length long enough to get his key out of his pocket. Max realized that she'd have to keep her hands to herself if she wanted him to open the door. The moment seemed to take forever and she waited impatiently, playing with the thought of simply breaking into the basement-apartment.
As soon as she heard the click of the lock, her arms reached out and her mouth attacked the same spot on his collarbone she had previously been working on.
"We are going to do this my way, so you have to slow down."
Max stopped dead in tracks. His voice had been gentle but firm and a quick glance into his eyes proved that he really meant it.
"You have to be kidding!" Max' breathing was hard and her body was about to burst with desire. He left a trace of heat on her skin as he let his fingers travel down her back. Max moaned and he smiled, watching her shutting her eyes narrow to slits.
"Trust me", he demanded gently as he laid her down on his bed.
Max hadn't known how exhausting self-discipline could be. Each time her gestures started to get too wild or too aggressive, he stopped responding to her actions. It was unnerving and made her feel like a wreck. The thought of simply raping him crossed her mind hundreds of times that night and just when she thought that she couldn't take it anymore, he gave in to her demands.
The outcome was that she was lying next to him, facing his back, not sure if she had enough power left to stand up and leave. Max was even too exhausted to feel like a slut, the way she normally would after an 'in-heat-adventure'. Now her mind was just numb. So she decided to relax and take in her surroundings.
A big part of the basement was just one room, with a huge closet, quite a lot of bookshelves, the bed and a computer at the far end. An ancient gold-framed mirror hung on the wall between two doors - she guessed that one of them led to a bathroom and the other one to a small kitchen. The whole furniture had an unique style she had never seen before.
She spotted her clothes strewn on the floor in the middle of the room. Seeing her things finally made her realize that it was probably time to go before the guy next to her woke.
Max got up and quickly dressed into her now crumpled shirt and faded jeans. She had just finished and turned around, when she caught sight of blue eyes staring at her. Going pale, she quickly grabbed her jacket. As she put it on, still facing the man in the bed, she realized that his eyes weren't really watching her. Instead, they were fixed on a spot on her neck, or better on the dark curls that covered it.
Thinking of her barcode, she panicked, wrecking her mind whether he had had an opportunity to take a look at it last night. She couldn't remember. Still horrified, Max stumbled backwards and fled through the front door. She hurried up the wooden stairs, just stopping to have a quick look at the name on the mailbox.
Logan - so that was the new name to add on her list of mistakes. It suited him.
TBC....
So, what did you think? Liked it? Don't forget to leave feedback!!