Reaching For The Moon by The PekingNoodle
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Chapter Seventy-One: Heads You Win, Tails I Lose
Our hero is faced with the realities of what our heroine really is…
"Max…" Logan said softly, grasping the feminine hand that had wandered to the button of his jeans.
"Yes?" Her voice was husky as she answered him.
"Much as I love what you do to me, I'm not so sure I want to make love out here on top of the Needle. Being a mere mortal it's a bit chilly for me, not to mention that there's a rivet that's killing my back right about now."
Max chuckled and slowly sat up. Her hair was tousled and her lips were swollen from Logan's kisses. She looked incredibly sexy. If it was a different time and place he would have had her undressed in seconds as he plunged himself into her.
"If you insist." She looked at him and smiled. "Of course I
did happen to notice that there were some banquettes still intact in the
restaurant…"
Logan grinned. "I'm all over it."
Max stood and pulled him up after her. Within moments they were climbing back down the service stairs. When they entered the deserted restaurant Max led him unerringly over to a long padded banquette. She pushed away the table that stood in front of it and pulled Logan down onto it with her.
"Is this better?" she purred.
"It's perfect. Hold still a sec…yes…there…let me…"
"Logan…I…ohhh…"
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It was still dark when they left the Needle although Max could tell from the feel of the air that dawn wasn't far away. She wheeled the Ninja outside of the building and then leaned the plywood back against the opening. Logan waited silently for her to climb onto the bike in front of him. His strong arms came around her waist, and she leaned back into him for a brief second before she started them off.
They left the Needle grounds without any problems. Max stopped briefly to pull the chain link fencing into place and loop it closed with several lengths of wire she had brought along with her. Without a close inspection it was impossible to tell that there was now an easy access into the grounds. Satisfied she revved the engine and sped away.
Everything was going well until they rounded a corner right into a group of Sector Police. Two men lay handcuffed on the ground and the cops were standing around them. When the motorcycle came around the corner, one of them stepped into the road in front of it and held up a hand.
"Damn." Logan said in Max's ear. "Better stop."
Max let the bike come to a halt inches from the officer.
"Good evening, officer." She said with a smile.
He looked at her with a frown. "Off of the bike. Both of you."
"Better do it." Logan whispered.
Max shrugged and they both climbed from the motorcycle. Logan felt a chill of unease run down his spine at the way the man was looking at Max.
"Is there a problem officer?" he asked.
"Are you aware that there's a curfew?" The police officer was now addressing Logan.
Logan shrugged. "I'm sorry, officer." He pulled him aside and said to him in a low tone. "It's our honeymoon. Just married and all that. She wanted to go for a ride, so who am I to say no to her. You understand how that is, I'm sure."
Max chose that moment to say to him, "Loogie, are we gonna be long here? I wanna get home. I'm getting tired now." She pouted her lips and threw out her chest as she looked at Logan and the police officer. Logan silently groaned to himself. Her actions were only going to make things worse.
"Got yourself a hot little number there do you?" the man leered. He turned to his companions who were watching with interest. "You guys get those perps back to the lockup. I'm gonna deal with these curfew breakers myself. Roy, you can stay with me."
The other officers loaded the two men into the back of a squad car, and in short order Max and Logan were alone with Roy and the first cop. The first one nodded to Roy. Without a word he walked behind Logan and pulled his arms behind him, holding him immobile.
"What are you doing?" Max asked him.
"You two are curfew violators, whatever the reason. Now I could take you back and lock you up and charge you a hefty fine, not to mention impounding that rice burner of yours." He paused, "Or you could be nice to me and my partner, and I could just forget about the whole thing."
Logan began to struggle and before Max realized what he intended, the first cop punched Logan hard in his stomach, making him double over in pain. "You want your little woman in decent shape, you don't give us any trouble buddy. That was a warning."
Logan was still gasping for breath when he felt the arms that were holding him let go. He straightened up in time to see Max take the cop called Roy and throw him hard against the wall of a building. The first cop was already lying on the ground.
"Come on Logan, we need to blaze. I think he may have had time to hit his radio for back up before I took him out."
Max's hands were on him, helping him climb onto the bike. He grabbed her waist and held on for his life as she pushed the bike to full power. Sure enough the sound of sirens sounded as they rounded a corner heading away from the two downed cops. Max wove the bike into narrow alleys and through streets crowded with broken down vehicles being used as living quarters and the sirens grew fainter. Finally the streets they rode on grew wider and cleaner and Logan recognized the high rise district. They were only a few blocks from Fogle Towers and Max slowed the bike to a more normal speed. When they pulled into the garage, Logan could feel the tension ease from her body.
"That was close." Max observed as she dismounted the bike.
Logan was quiet.
"Logan? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He said shortly as he headed to the elevator. Max followed him into it and there was silence on the ride to the penthouse. Logan refused to meet her eyes. When they reached the door he held it open for her and then followed her inside, closing the door with a slam behind them.
Max stopped and turned to stare at him. "What the hell is your problem?"
Logan stared back. "Nothing. Nothing at all. Two cops plan on raping my wife in front of me and all I can do is take a punch to the gut, while said wife proceeds to take them out like she's taking a stroll down the block."
"Your male ego is wounded? Is that what this is about?" Max was suddenly as angry as Logan. "What was I supposed to do? Beg and plead and cry while they raped me so as not to hurt your pride? Is that what you wanted?"
Logan stared at her. "Damn it, Max that isn't fair. You know I didn't want that."
"No? What did you want then Logan?"
"I don't know." He turned away. "I don't want to talk about this right now."
Max watched, at a loss for words, as he walked into the bedroom.
End of Chapter Seventy-One…TBC…
