Reaching for The Moon by ThePekingNoodle

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Chapter Thirty-Two: …And beyond

In which Max has an idea…

Logan reluctantly rolled off of Max even though he wanted to stay there, joined with her, forever. He slid an arm under her shoulders and then wrapped it around her and pulled her close to him. Max smiled softly and rested her head on his chest as she curled against him. They stayed like that for a long time. Logan thought he might have even dozed off.

Finally Max stirred and stretched. "I'll be right back." She climbed out of his bed and headed into his bathroom. When she returned Logan was propped against his headboard with a soft sheet drawn up to his waist. Max smiled as he pulled it back for her to climb back into bed with him, and then put an arm around her pulling her close once more.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I mean this wasn't your first time, right?" There was concern in his eyes as he looked down into hers.

Max looked at him, not quite sure exactly how she wanted to answer the question. Finally she simply said, "No."

There was something in the way she said it that gave Logan pause. "Max, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to but was…did you want to…your first time I mean."

Max sighed. "It's complicated, Logan."

"You weren't…someone didn't force you did they?" Logan was shocked at the surge of rage he felt at the possibility.

Max hastened to reassure him, "I wanted to Logan. I wanted to and then, when it was happening, I didn't want to. You know sixteen-year old girls; they're complete idiots when it comes to sex. Looking for the fairy tale prince on his white horse. Only it isn't quite like that. It just wasn't exactly what I had dreamed about is all. It was a mistake. No big deal."

Logan had the feeling that there was more to it than that, but since she seemed not to want to talk about it he let it drop.

"Anyway this was worth waiting for," she said almost shyly.

"You don't mean…" Logan looked at her in shock.

"Logan, I was locked up in girl's schools until a month age. The time when I was sixteen was enough for me anyway. After that it didn't seem worth the trouble it took to do it again. " She smiled at him, "Until you."

Logan felt a wave of unfamiliar emotion wash over him at her confession. Max's words meant more to him than all of the compliments and flattery he had received from his past lovers. "Thank you." he said simply.

Their eyes locked, and he pulled her close as he kissed her gently. He deepened the kiss and as he did, she ran a hand teasingly down his chest.

Logan sucked in a breath as her hand continued downward. Then he reached down for her hand. "If you really want to do that let me show you…"

Max's desire to learn included the uses of her mouth and tongue as well as her hands. She was an extremely fast learner and an excellent student, and she soon had Logan reduced to a state of near incoherence.

Making a heroic effort he pulled away from her. "My turn…"

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Hours later the two lovers wandered out of the bedroom, their bodies demanding that they satisfy a more mundane form of hunger. Max was swathed in one of Logan's robes and it trailed on the floor as she walked. He thought she looked adorable in it, much better than he ever had. She perched on his island counter and watched as he fixed them sandwiches. He handed one to her and she took a big bite, as it hit her that she was starving.

"Logan, I've been thinking," she said around a mouthful of food.

Logan cocked a brow at her. "Thinking? Why do I have a feeling that might be dangerous?"

Max pouted and he leaned over to drop a kiss on those enticing lips of hers. She responded for a moment, but then pulled back. "Logan, I'm serious."

"So am I," he murmured as he tried to nuzzle her neck. "You taste better than food."

Max reached up and yanked lightly on his hair, causing him to straighten up and stare at her.

"Logan. Listen to me."

Logan sighed and picked up his sandwich as he prepared to listen to her. "Go ahead, I'm listening."

"I want to help you with Eyes Only. You need someone who can get in and out of places without getting caught. I can do that. I was made to do that. Undercover operations were one of the things they made us for. It would be perfect."

"No."

Max stared at him, surprised by his immediate and unequivocal refusal.

"It's too dangerous. I'm not letting you put yourself into more danger than you're already in. I have people who can do that for me."

"Like the other night at Ratburn's?" she threw at him, angry at his dismissal of what she thought was a perfectly perfect idea.

"That was an exception. I was the only one with access to his house, it was unfortunate that he walked in on me."

"If it had been me he wouldn't have caught me."

Logan glared at her. " I am not putting you in harm's way. Period. Finished. The end."

"I'm not some fragile china doll, Logan. I was made to be in harm's way."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"It means I can take out a 300 pound opponent with my little finger. You've seen how I can jump and move. I have what you might call zoom vision for distance and night vision like a cat, and my hearing can pick up a conversation from a block away. My body manufactures an excess of stem cells so that I heal quickly if I'm injured. Is that good enough for you?" Max glared back at Logan.

Logan stared at her as he processed what she had just told him. "You left something out."

"What?" Max said shortly.

"You are incredible and amazing and sexy and you make me lose all semblance of sanity when you get angry at me," he grinned.

"Why you…."Max sputtered.

"Oh yeah, you also spit and hiss like an angry little cat and…" He leaned in and began to trail kisses down her neck "…you purr like a kitten when I do this."

"Damn you, Logan." Max sighed as she let her head fall back allowing him better access.

She felt a draft of cool air and looked down to see that he had untied the belt of her robe while she was distracted, and it now hung open revealing all of her to his hot hungry gaze.

He stepped in closer to her and grasped her legs lifting them and placing them so that they were wrapped around his waist. His hands slid under her, lifting her and sliding her forward to the edge of the counter so that she could feel his hardness through the thin silk of his boxers. She tightened her legs around him holding him close.

"Logan…I'm…ser…" Max wasn't giving up yet even though he had dipped his head to taste first one breast and then the other. "...ious"

"So am I." He went back to his task. "Max, stop talking, you're distracting me. This is important work I'm doing here."

"Logan…oh…" One of his hands continued to support her, but the other had snaked around to slip between them. He teased her gently and she pulled her legs even tighter around him in response. "Don't…"

He lifted his head, "Don't?"

Max gave up as his clever fingers continued their work. "Don't stop…"

Logan freed himself from his boxers and positioned himself at her entrance.

"doing…"

He leaned in and gently nipped the base of her neck as he slid into her.

"ohhhh…that."

She gave herself up to the hot sweet passion he evoked in her.

End of Chapter Thirty Two