"Flushed - The Missing Scene"
by Kirsten Tapp

Disclaimer: Dark Angel doesn't belong to the author, but to James Cameron, etc. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: The scene I would have added to Flushed if I was being paid the big bucks.
Timeframe: Flushed
Rating: PG
Category: Romance

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Logan watched the sleeping beauty on his sofa. She looked so sweet and innocent, not to mention so young. As he stroked her silky hair he wondered how Max had gotten under his skin so quickly. He hadn't even known her a full six months and already he couldn't imagine his life without her picking the lock to his apartment.

Not wanting to leave her side, but worried Max might be getting cold, Logan went and fetched a blanket from the guest room. Max whimpered slightly but didn't wake when Logan stopped stroking her hair. That small sound was almost Logan's undoing.

Covering her with the blanket, Logan searched Max's angelic face for the woman with the razor sharp tongue and faultless moves. Tonight that woman was gone and an angel was in her place. Letting down his guard for an instance, Logan bent and kissed his angel's forehead.

Max moved closer, even in her sleep sensing Logan's warmth so near. Her sixth sense had kicked in when she had met Logan. It told her that she could trust him even if she couldn't trust what she suddenly felt for him. The feeling that she was safe with Logan only intensified when she felt Logan's lips on her forehead. After spending so much of her life running Max, still fast asleep edged towards the safety that was Logan.

Logan didn't know what he had expected, but it wasn't Max snuggling up to him. He knew that he should move away, but he couldn't seem to drag himself from the sleeping woman that had all but crawled into his lap.

He ached to kiss Max's full lips, but the memory of fairytales and what happened when the Prince kissed the Princess stopped him. Not that he was a Prince, but at the moment Max did fit the part of the Sleeping Princess perfectly.

Groaning as he reigned in his raging hormones, Logan lifted Max gently the rest of the way into his lap and wheeled them both into the guestroom. Max curled up against his chest showing off her feline side. Logan was hanging onto his best intentions by his fingertips.

As he pulled back the covers and carefully lifted Max onto the bed, he muttered to himself. "For God's sake man. She's ill. If she wasn't she'd be kicking your ass for even thinking about kissing her. It's not as though you can do anything else."

Tucking her in after removing her boots, he reached out and stroked Max's silky hair again. This was safer. This he wouldn't get his ass kicked for. He still couldn't believe how her beauty took his breath away every time he looked at her.

"Don't leave me." Max murmured in her sleep as Logan pulled away to leave and go to his bedroom. She reached out and clasped his hand in her tiny hand.

"I'm not going anywhere." Logan repeated his words from earlier. He couldn't leave her alone when she needed him. It had been too long since he had felt needed.

Max dragged herself up through the darkness of sleep to find herself staring up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Still half asleep, she sat up in the bed she now found herself in. Thinking that she was dreaming, since this had been what she had dreamt about when she actually slept, she leaned towards Logan. Only in her dreams could she follow her heart.

Logan thought that he would have a heart attack when Max's soft lips touched his. He almost pinched himself to make sure this was all real. Cause only in his dreams did Max kiss him as though she was pouring her heart and soul into that one kiss.

In all of her dreams, Max never remembered Logan's kisses feeling this real or this right. Although in her previous dreams, he was certainly more responsive. Running her tongue along his bottom lip, she felt the walls come down and Logan respond to her.

Logan told himself Max didn't know what she was doing. He tired to pull away, but when that talented tongue of hers ran across his bottom lip, he lost all control.

Tongues tangled and hands ran feverishly over bodies still safely encased in clothes. There was no control on either side as mouths, lips and tongues battled for a taste of forbidden fruit.

Reason finally fought it's way through Logan's conscious. Pulling back slowly partly because he did not want the kiss to end and partly because he felt that he was taking advantage of Max when she was ill, he lowered her back onto the bed. Tucking her back into the bed, Logan pushed himself away from temptation.

"Go back to sleep." Logan whispered. Stroking her hair once more he pushed himself further away from the bed.

Max grinned and closed her eyes snuggling beneath the blankets. "You always say that in my dreams." She drifted off to sleep unaware that everything that just happened was anything but a dream.

Logan spent the rest of the night watching Max from the other side of the room. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that Max thought that she had been dreaming when they kissed.

His deflated ego perked up slightly when he remembered what Max had said before she drifted off to sleep. She had been dreaming about him before. Max had dreamt about the two of them kissing. Perhaps he had gotten under her skin too.

When Max woke in the morning, she was back to her old self. After telling Logan off for letting her sleep for so long, she raced off to work yelling that Normal was going probably fire her for being late.

Once the door had slammed behind Max, Logan chuckled. "Well, I guess things are back to normal." He had no idea how wrong he was.

The End