Reaching for the Moon by ThePekingNoodle
AN: Okay this chapter is not really much of a progression of the story. I'm afraid it's pretty much mindless sexy fluff. But hey, everyone needs a break now and then from the tension and it seems like our heroes are due for one. Anyway, that's what they keep telling me…I mean it's not like they could have any ulterior motives, right? ;) Feel free to skip this one if you aren't into the fluff. Things'll get back on track next chapter even if I have to beat those two into line… PN looks around for her whip…
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Chapter Eighty-Eight: Hot Sweet Lovin'
In which not a lot happens but our hero and heroine have a good time…
Logan pushed open the door leading to the suite's master bedroom and proceeded to walk directly to the king sized bed that was the centerpiece of the room. When he reached it he gently laid Max down on it, and then straightened so that he was standing there looking down at her. Wordlessly she held out her arms, and he dropped onto the bed and pulled her close to him.
They feverishly set to work undressing each other. Pieces of clothing went flying around the room, and not a few buttons were ripped off in their haste. "This can't change anything, Max." Logan warned even as he ran his hands over her silky skin.
Max just laughed softly, letting her hands roam over his heated skin and wrapping her legs around his. "Tomorrow, Logan," she said. "That's for tomorrow."
Conversation degenerated into soft exclamations and whispered directions to each other after that.
"Touch me…"
"Ohh…yes…there…"
"Like that…"
"Logan…""Max…"
Finally, he rolled off of her, satiated and content and propped on one elbow, he looked down at her face. Her eyes were closed and she wore a satisfied smile. He had never seen her look more beautiful, despite the sheen of sweat on her skin and the tangles in her hair. Reaching down with his free hand he brushed a string of damp hair off of her face. She opened her eyes.
"I love you," he said, needing to hear her response, to know that it hadn't been something he had imagined earlier.
"I love you," she answered softly. She reached up to him and pulled him down so he was lying on his back next to her. Then she curled onto her side up against his length.
"Do you want to wash up?" Logan asked her when she appeared to be settling in for the night.
"I'm fine." She answered sleepily. "Shower in the morning."
Logan smiled to himself as he watched her drift off into sleep. Worries about Lydecker, and about the events of the past day were knocking at the walls he had put up against them, but with an effort he banished them. Tonight was theirs. The morning would bring back the problems and complications of their lives but he decided he'd deal with them then.
He dozed off for while, only to wake up to find that Max was already awake and she was happily exploring his body with both her hands and her mouth.
She lifted her head when he stirred and whispered, "Shhh…" when he started to speak. Then she went back to her self appointed task, licking her way down his chest, almost he thought, like a cat grooming a companion. When she reached her goal he couldn't suppress a moan as he felt the heat of her mouth surrounding him.
"Max…"he gasped reaching down blindly to stroke her back as she leaned over him.
She ignored him and soon he forgot everything except the sensations rocketing through his body. When she finished with him he lay there completely relaxed. Lazily he pulled her up to lie across his chest as he kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth.
They stayed that way for a long time, exchanging soft kisses that slowly grew more heated. Then it was Logan's turn to flip Max onto her stomach as he tasted his way down her back. When he had his fill of her from her neck to her toes and she was squirming delightfully under his expert ministrations, he flipped her over again and began on her neck once more.
It was his turn to say "Shhh…" as she opened her mouth to speak. "It's my turn." He teased her relentlessly bringing her to the edge and then backing off multiple times, until finally he let her fly off of it with a soft scream of his name.
Before she had quite come back to herself, he rolled onto her and they found their release together once more. Then they dozed off again, wrapped in each others arms. Logan lost track of time as they alternated sleep with lovemaking, the last time as the dim light of dawn began to show through the sheer drapes that covered the suite's windows.
When he woke after that it was to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running. He grinned and quickly made his way to the large bathroom. Max's silhouette was clearly outlined through the frosted glass of the shower door, her back to him. Pulling open the door he slipped in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him.
Max turned her head to look at him and he dropped a light kiss on her lips. "Good morning."
"Mmm. Good morning Logan."
Logan reached over for a bottle of shampoo and squeezed some onto his hands. As Max leaned against him he rubbed it gently into her hair, massaging her scalp until she was humming with pleasure. When he was finished he let her rinse out the shampoo under the steamy water.
Max took her cue from Logan and they spent a pleasurable but lazy half hour taking turns washing each other with the soft cloths and scented soap the hotel provided. When the water began to grow cold they stepped from the shower and wrapped themselves in the large fluffy towels hanging on the racks. Max rubbed her hair until the worst of the water was out of it, and quickly combed the tangles from it, leaving it loose to dry as she walked into the bedroom, dressed only in the towel. Logan had slipped into a clean pair of boxers taken from one of the drawers and she looked at the remnants of her outfit from the previous day with distaste.
Next thing she knew something landed on her head. Untangling herself from the soft fabric she saw Logan laughing at her and she realized he had tossed her a clean T-Shirt. She slipped into it. It was short but it would cover the essentials if she was careful.
"I'll call down to the concierge and have some clothes sent up for you when the shops open," Logan was saying. "Unless you prefer your outfit from yesterday?"
Max shuddered in distaste. "No thanks. Jeans and a clean shirt will do just fine."
"Aw, I kind of liked what you were wearing," he teased her.
"You were in kind of a hurry for me to get out of it as I recall." She retorted.
He just smiled and she found herself smiling in return. Somehow they had managed to slip into a comfort zone with each other. The tension that had marked their interactions from the very beginning was missing for once, as by mutual consent they enjoyed their new found relationship and let the realities of their situation wait. Max sighed to herself as she realized that it couldn't last. Lydecker and Manticore were still out there, a very real threat to Logan as well as to herself. She didn't realize she was frowning until Logan reached out and smoothed a finger over her forehead.
"Let it wait, Max." He said softly to her. "For now."
She smiled at him, "I'm starving. Is there any chance of getting some food around this place?"
Even as she spoke there was a knock on the door. Logan grinned. "That should be breakfast." He glanced at her attire. "You better stay in here while I let in the waiter. Unless you plan on giving him a thrill."
Max felt a flush of heat as his gaze ran over her but she suppressed it. "This is for your eyes only," she teased as she smoothed the T-shirt over her body, emphasizing the last two words.
Logan chuckled as he went to admit the waiter with their breakfast.
End of Chapter Eight-Eight…TBC…
