Reaching for the Moon by ThePekingNoodle

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Chapter Forty-Seven: Perchance to dream…

In which our hero wonders is this a dream or is it reality?

Logan's period of rest was short lived. He fell asleep almost immediately, but after a short while he began to dream. In his dream he was traveling through a hot and steamy moonlit jungle in search of something or someone. As he walked the heat grew more intense until finally he had to rest. Before he did he removed his shirt and then he lay down amongst the lush greenery.

He heard a rustling in the undergrowth and a sleek black jungle cat suddenly appeared. Logan lay there frozen hoping the cat wouldn't notice him but then it swiveled its head in his direction and it's glowing yellow eyes locked on to him. The cat glided toward him on soundless paws, somehow making no noise even as it tramped over the undergrowth. When it reached him, Logan heard it making almost a purring sound in its throat. He closed his eyes waiting for it to fall on him and tear him to pieces. Instead he felt its rough tongue begin to lick down his chest in sweeping strokes. He waited for the deathblow to fall but the licking continued. Finally he opened his eyes

Instead of the jungle he was lying in the Yellow Room in his Uncle's mansion. The room was dark except for a shaft of moonlight streaming through an opening in the curtains, but he could make out a shape leaning over him. As he came more awake, he realized that Max was licking her way down his chest making a purring noise as she progressed ever lower.

"Max?" he managed to get out in a hoarse voice. She was past his waist now and he felt himself responding.

She paused in what she was doing to look up at him. He could have sworn that, through a trick of the moonlight that was shining in through the window, her eyes appeared to be as yellow and glowing as those of the cat in his dream.

"Mmmm?" she hummed in response. "I'm busy, Logan." With that she went back to her work. Within seconds she had reached her goal and her entire mouth was busy.

"Omigod…Max…ahhh…" Logan lost his capacity for speech as Max's mouth and tongue surrounded him. She played until he thought he was going to explode and then suddenly, he was bereft as she sat up. But not for long. Before he could protest her absence she was straddling him and he felt her hot slick heat slipping onto him. She reached down and pulled his hands up to her breasts and then she began to move. She rode him hard and fast and Logan bucked underneath her at the sensations she was creating.

Now it was Max's turn to moan out loud, "Logan…oh…don't stop..." The last as he teased at her breasts with his fingers. Max threw back her head and Logan thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight than watching her come apart as she reached an intense climax. "Logan…." She screamed softly.

He came himself as she collapsed bonelessly down onto him. Both of them were soaked in sweat. They lay there for a moment, neither one having the inclination or strength to move. Finally Logan regained his breath and he gently rolled them onto their sides so that Max lay facing him. Her eyes were closed. He brushed her hair back from her face and watched her for a moment. Her face was still flushed from their shared passion and he could feel her heartbeat slowing as she came down.

"Max."

No answer. If I pretend I'm sleeping he'll go away.

"Max open your eyes. We need to talk." Before you manage to distract me again.

She opened her eyes and he thought he detected a slight wariness in them. "I'm sleepy," she protested.

"Too bad." He wasn't going away this time. Sleepy my foot. You're going to talk to me. Now.

"What?" she said almost sulkily.

"What the hell is going on with you?" Logan surprised himself with the vehemence of his question.

"I don't know what you mean." You really think he's going to buy that one? Lame.

"Max you aren't yourself. You need to tell me what's going on."

Their eyes locked in a staring contest.

You might as well tell him. He's not going to give up and you're going to have to let him know sooner or later. Anyway, this isn't going away for another day and you might as well have him in on the program. Oh yeah. I like that idea.

He's going to think I'm even more of a freak if I tell him.

So what? You are. Anyway you know you need this from him. You want to be reduced to getting it from Arnold? Get real, Maxie. You're a cat in heat. So far he hasn't seemed to mind. And he certainly has risen to the occasion. Rowrrr…

"Max?"

Max sighed and gave up. "I'm in heat." Good girl. Lay it out there for him.

"You're what?" Did she just say what I thought she said?

"In heat. H_E_A_T. Like a cat." Please don't make me explain this more.

Logan stared at her. "You mean…this…tonight…"

She nodded. "You ever had a cat, Logan? Until this is over I need sex. Doesn't matter who with. My hormones don't give a damn. My body wants it hard and hot and over and over again. Is that blunt enough for you?" It is for me, Maxie. Now let's see what he's going to do with it. Mmmmm.

Logan continued to stare at her. "Wow." He finally got out. "I mean…I don't know what to say." Be careful. Don't want her to think you just want…

"You can say it. I'm a freak. With a capital F. You already knew that. This is just the icing on the cake."

"How long does this last?" Logan asked. Great. Now she'll really think all you want is a piece of her.

"Probably another day."

"And you need to …the whole time?" And so the train wreck continues.

"Pretty much."

"What if we don't?"

"Then my screwed up hormones will probably have me dragging Arnold or Mr. Hollywood off into the bushes."

"Okay." Beautiful, Logan.

"Okay?" See, I told you he'd be disgusted.

"Okay, we deal with it. Together. Forget Arnold or whoever. You let me know what you need and when you need it and I'll take care of you." What a way to let her know you're just another male. No words of love and caring?

Ahhh, see I told you. He's a male. This is his dream come true. No worry.

I detect a caveat somewhere in there. "But?" Max asked cautiously.

"When it's all over and you're rational again we're going to talk more about this." It was clear from Logan's voice that he was determined.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not if you want what you need from me right now."

Max started to protest but she felt a new rush of need shooting through her body. How did he know?

He's a hot one, Maxie. You need to hold onto him. Now shut up. We have things to do…

Her hands were already starting to move over his body, but Logan grabbed them. "Not unless you promise to talk to me after all this."

"Dammit, Logan I promise. Now shut up and put up." Before I do it myself.

"It's your turn to shut up, Max." She felt herself being flipped onto her on her back and this time it was Logan who was leaning over her, showing her just how skilled he was with his tongue and mouth.

"oooh…yes…there…don't…ahhh…umm.."

End of Chapter Forty-Seven…TBC…