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2) The Flight
"Here are your seats, Mr and Mrs Gordiani. I hope you have a pleasant flight," the steward said politely.
"Thank you" Logan replied, as he and Max reached their first class seats. Logan quickly shrugged off his coat, before turning and standing behind Max, helping her with her coat. Logan was right, the coat looked beautiful on Max, fitting perfectly. It was tailored to go in at the waist before flaring out at the hips and it ballooned out gently behind Max as she walked, giving her a powerful, yet sexy image.
Max smiled as Logan began to help her with her coat. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Humour me" Logan whispered in her ear.
Max smiled and allowed Logan to help with her coat before sitting down. She watched as Logan reached up and place their coats in the over head locker before sitting down. Excitement bubbled within Max. She had been training for a mission to Rome before they had escaped from Manticore and the country had always seemed so beautiful to her. The old buildings were like castles and the countryside was so green. Logan settled himself beside her and gave her a grin. Max could see the excitement in his eyes, but also something else.
"Logan, are you okay"
"I don't like plane take offs"
"What? You never told me!"
"I'm telling you now" Worry lines appeared in his forehead as he continued to try and continue smiling.
Max smiled softly at his. "It's okay. I'm here" Max put her hand on his arm to reassure him and their eyes met.
"Would sir or madam like a drink?"
Max and Logan looked up and the heavily makeuped airhostess stood with one hand on her hip, the other on a drink trolley.
"Yeah, I'd like a scotch thanks" Logan said quickly.
Max almost laughed. "Em, I'll have a white wine" she replied.
The airhostess quickly handed them their drinks and they settled back in their seats.
"Something to calm your nerves?" Max said jokingly.
"Hey whatever gets me through this take-off. So what shall we toast to? Success? Fun?"
"How about truth?"
Logan thought about that one. That was, on the end, what the whole trip is about. "I can drink to that"
They clinked their glasses just as the engine of the plane started up. Logan gulped his whole drink and Max, smiling, placed her hand in his and squeezed. He raised his eyes to look into hers and all he saw was peace and understanding. He relaxed slightly and sat back in his seat, holding Max's hand through the whole take off.
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"Logan?" Max nudged Logan slightly.
Logan stirred slightly, but refused to open his eyes.
"Logan, do you want to eat or not?"
With this his eyes flicked open. "Food?" he grunted.
Max laughed and it was to this sound that Logan opened his eyes. He looked over at Max, who looked as fresh as she had getting on the plane. Logan had taken advantage to the extra legroom that first-class provided and decided to get some sleep before landing. Max, on the other hand, didn't need sleep and had spent the last few hours going through the information Logan had about Trimboli in his briefcase.
"Morning sunshine! Nice sleep?" Max said quietly. Logan judged by the darkness of the cabin that many other passengers had also opted to sleep during the flight.
"What's to eat?" Logan asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Chicken with a thick sun-dried tomato sauce, fettuccini pasta, a dinner roll, glass of wine and cheesecake for dessert. I would have let you sleep, but it didn't seem right eating all this lovely food without your company" Max replied teasingly.
They ate their meal together, chatting about what everyone in Seattle would be doing now and coming to the conclusion that they would probably be lost without them and Seattle will have gone into chaos without Eyes Only there to protect the downtrodden. As soon as they finished, Max yawned loudly.
"Tired?" Logan asked.
"Kind of. I'll only need a couple of hours"
"Come here" Logan said, raising his arm. Max snuggled up next to Logan's chest as his arm draped across her back. Logan placed a kiss on top of her head before they both drifted off to sleep.
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Logan stirred hours later, not moving an inch in fear of disturbing Max. She looked so peaceful that he just stayed still, stroking her hair.
"Excuse me" Logan said to a passing airhostess.
"Yes sir?"
"How long until we land?"
"Just under an hour sir"
"Thank you" Logan replied and the airhostess continued down the aisle.
"Max" Logan whispered in her ear, gently moving beneath her. Max raised her head and placed her chin on his chest. Logan never thought Max looked more beautiful. "Em, you might want to freshen up. We land soon. Plus, you better move before my arm goes completely dead" Max laughed and sat up.
"I call the bathroom first" she said, cheekily, as she gathered her things together. She rose, shimmied in front of Logan, took a bag from the overhead locker and headed to the toilet.
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Max emerged 15 minutes later and caught the attention of every man she walked past. She was wearing the same trousers, but had swapped her shirt for a fitted sweater that was filled with mixed swirls of different shades of red. Logan was mesmerized. "For someone who has just been on a long plane flight, you look amazing Max".
Max smiled in response. She was made to always look good, it was in her genes. "Unfortunately, you don't" she replied with a smile. Logan groaned in response and collected his things to get changed.
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"Excuse me, do I know you?"
Max looked up and saw one of the men who had watched her come out of the toilet before had taken Logan's seat. "I don't think so" Max replied politely before going back to reading her papers. Suddenly a business card interrupted her view.
"I'm Steven Contelli. And you would be?"
"Emma Gordiani" Max replied, grateful she could remember the name on her passport. Steven tugged one of her hands out from beneath her paper and kissed it. Max couldn't believe this guy. Hadn't he ever heard of no? Max looked about for Logan to come and save her, but he was obviously still getting ready.
"What brings you to Rome, Emma Gordiani?"
"Business"
"In what field?"
"I'm actually not sure"
"I don't understand"
"I am here accompanying my husband who is here on business"
"And he lets you fly alone? How dreadful!"
"Actually, he has just gone to the bathroom and I doubt he will like finding you in his seat"
"You have that right Emma"
Both Max and Steven looked up to find a freshly-shaven Logan standing in the aisle beside them. Alexander immediately jumped up. "Steven Contelli" he said, shaking Logan's hand.
"Matthew Gordiani" Logan replied, shaking Alexander's hand strongly. Max sat back and watched amused. She had never seen Logan like this. so. masculine. Not that he wasn't normally masculine, but the thought of Logan getting jealous because of a guy talking to her, like he was some testosterone-driven tough guy was. well, it was a turn on and this shocked Max more than anything.
"I hear you are here on business, Mr. Gordiani"
"Yes, I am here to gather investors for my company in New York"
Max's eyes widened slightly. Logan hadn't told her these details and that was very dangerous - the more she knew about their story the safer they would be. Before she could interrupt, she became aware that Logan was leaning over to her and Steven Contelli was gone. "Where did he go?"
"I think you spaced out there for a moment. I think he took a hint"
"What hint?"
"That I wanted you all to myself" Logan replied with a cheeky grin. Max now took in that Logan had changed his clothes. He was now wearing the black suit he had left with the airhostess while getting on the plane and a fresh white shirt. Max smiled back and went back to her papers while Logan began to do up his tie.
After several moments, Max looked at Logan and began to laugh. "Logan, what have you done?" Logan had somehow managed to tie a knot in his tie and was struggling to undo it so as to take the tie off his neck.
"My mother always used to do my tie as a boy and as I grew up, there was always someone" Logan replied, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"Come here" Max said, still laughing. She pulled Logan around to face her and quickly undid the knot around his neck. She then began to do up his tie. There was a small problem though. Logan could not sit exactly in front of her and doing a tie up straight when the person you are doing it on is sitting at an angle to you is very different. Max then had an idea.
"Logan you are going to have you kneel in front of me if you want me to do this right" Max said exasperated. Logan obeyed and moved in between Max's legs as she did up his tie. He couldn't take his eyes off her face. It really was singularly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He knew every curve and every feature of her face off by heart. It would haunt him at night, smiling kindly at him while he wished that, for once, that smile would not be one of understanding, but one of desire.
Max quickly finished his tie and looked at Logan. He had obviously been staring at her while she was doing up his tie and now, even though he knew he had been caught, he didn't break his gaze. This intrigued Max. Never had anyone made her feel this beautiful. Sure, she had been told she was beautiful. But there is a difference between some guy at a bar yelling it at her and someone she knew and cared about just looking at her as if he had never seen anything like her before in his life. She raised her hand to stroke his cheek.
"Your beard is all gone" she said softly.
"I don't think many rich business men have them" Logan replied.
She continued to stroke his face and she could feel his arms begin to wrap around her waist.
"Madam? Sir?"
Max and Logan looked up and found an air steward looking down at them uncomfortably.
"It is time to return to your seats"
They both thanked the air steward before returning their gazes to each other. Slowly, Logan pulled himself up and sat down next to Max. Max sighed a breath of relief to herself. She wasn't sure where she wanted this relationship to go and she need time to decide. Max looked out the window to catch her first glimpse of Rome.
"So what is this about New York?"
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2) The Flight
"Here are your seats, Mr and Mrs Gordiani. I hope you have a pleasant flight," the steward said politely.
"Thank you" Logan replied, as he and Max reached their first class seats. Logan quickly shrugged off his coat, before turning and standing behind Max, helping her with her coat. Logan was right, the coat looked beautiful on Max, fitting perfectly. It was tailored to go in at the waist before flaring out at the hips and it ballooned out gently behind Max as she walked, giving her a powerful, yet sexy image.
Max smiled as Logan began to help her with her coat. "What do you think you are doing?"
"Humour me" Logan whispered in her ear.
Max smiled and allowed Logan to help with her coat before sitting down. She watched as Logan reached up and place their coats in the over head locker before sitting down. Excitement bubbled within Max. She had been training for a mission to Rome before they had escaped from Manticore and the country had always seemed so beautiful to her. The old buildings were like castles and the countryside was so green. Logan settled himself beside her and gave her a grin. Max could see the excitement in his eyes, but also something else.
"Logan, are you okay"
"I don't like plane take offs"
"What? You never told me!"
"I'm telling you now" Worry lines appeared in his forehead as he continued to try and continue smiling.
Max smiled softly at his. "It's okay. I'm here" Max put her hand on his arm to reassure him and their eyes met.
"Would sir or madam like a drink?"
Max and Logan looked up and the heavily makeuped airhostess stood with one hand on her hip, the other on a drink trolley.
"Yeah, I'd like a scotch thanks" Logan said quickly.
Max almost laughed. "Em, I'll have a white wine" she replied.
The airhostess quickly handed them their drinks and they settled back in their seats.
"Something to calm your nerves?" Max said jokingly.
"Hey whatever gets me through this take-off. So what shall we toast to? Success? Fun?"
"How about truth?"
Logan thought about that one. That was, on the end, what the whole trip is about. "I can drink to that"
They clinked their glasses just as the engine of the plane started up. Logan gulped his whole drink and Max, smiling, placed her hand in his and squeezed. He raised his eyes to look into hers and all he saw was peace and understanding. He relaxed slightly and sat back in his seat, holding Max's hand through the whole take off.
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"Logan?" Max nudged Logan slightly.
Logan stirred slightly, but refused to open his eyes.
"Logan, do you want to eat or not?"
With this his eyes flicked open. "Food?" he grunted.
Max laughed and it was to this sound that Logan opened his eyes. He looked over at Max, who looked as fresh as she had getting on the plane. Logan had taken advantage to the extra legroom that first-class provided and decided to get some sleep before landing. Max, on the other hand, didn't need sleep and had spent the last few hours going through the information Logan had about Trimboli in his briefcase.
"Morning sunshine! Nice sleep?" Max said quietly. Logan judged by the darkness of the cabin that many other passengers had also opted to sleep during the flight.
"What's to eat?" Logan asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Chicken with a thick sun-dried tomato sauce, fettuccini pasta, a dinner roll, glass of wine and cheesecake for dessert. I would have let you sleep, but it didn't seem right eating all this lovely food without your company" Max replied teasingly.
They ate their meal together, chatting about what everyone in Seattle would be doing now and coming to the conclusion that they would probably be lost without them and Seattle will have gone into chaos without Eyes Only there to protect the downtrodden. As soon as they finished, Max yawned loudly.
"Tired?" Logan asked.
"Kind of. I'll only need a couple of hours"
"Come here" Logan said, raising his arm. Max snuggled up next to Logan's chest as his arm draped across her back. Logan placed a kiss on top of her head before they both drifted off to sleep.
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Logan stirred hours later, not moving an inch in fear of disturbing Max. She looked so peaceful that he just stayed still, stroking her hair.
"Excuse me" Logan said to a passing airhostess.
"Yes sir?"
"How long until we land?"
"Just under an hour sir"
"Thank you" Logan replied and the airhostess continued down the aisle.
"Max" Logan whispered in her ear, gently moving beneath her. Max raised her head and placed her chin on his chest. Logan never thought Max looked more beautiful. "Em, you might want to freshen up. We land soon. Plus, you better move before my arm goes completely dead" Max laughed and sat up.
"I call the bathroom first" she said, cheekily, as she gathered her things together. She rose, shimmied in front of Logan, took a bag from the overhead locker and headed to the toilet.
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Max emerged 15 minutes later and caught the attention of every man she walked past. She was wearing the same trousers, but had swapped her shirt for a fitted sweater that was filled with mixed swirls of different shades of red. Logan was mesmerized. "For someone who has just been on a long plane flight, you look amazing Max".
Max smiled in response. She was made to always look good, it was in her genes. "Unfortunately, you don't" she replied with a smile. Logan groaned in response and collected his things to get changed.
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"Excuse me, do I know you?"
Max looked up and saw one of the men who had watched her come out of the toilet before had taken Logan's seat. "I don't think so" Max replied politely before going back to reading her papers. Suddenly a business card interrupted her view.
"I'm Steven Contelli. And you would be?"
"Emma Gordiani" Max replied, grateful she could remember the name on her passport. Steven tugged one of her hands out from beneath her paper and kissed it. Max couldn't believe this guy. Hadn't he ever heard of no? Max looked about for Logan to come and save her, but he was obviously still getting ready.
"What brings you to Rome, Emma Gordiani?"
"Business"
"In what field?"
"I'm actually not sure"
"I don't understand"
"I am here accompanying my husband who is here on business"
"And he lets you fly alone? How dreadful!"
"Actually, he has just gone to the bathroom and I doubt he will like finding you in his seat"
"You have that right Emma"
Both Max and Steven looked up to find a freshly-shaven Logan standing in the aisle beside them. Alexander immediately jumped up. "Steven Contelli" he said, shaking Logan's hand.
"Matthew Gordiani" Logan replied, shaking Alexander's hand strongly. Max sat back and watched amused. She had never seen Logan like this. so. masculine. Not that he wasn't normally masculine, but the thought of Logan getting jealous because of a guy talking to her, like he was some testosterone-driven tough guy was. well, it was a turn on and this shocked Max more than anything.
"I hear you are here on business, Mr. Gordiani"
"Yes, I am here to gather investors for my company in New York"
Max's eyes widened slightly. Logan hadn't told her these details and that was very dangerous - the more she knew about their story the safer they would be. Before she could interrupt, she became aware that Logan was leaning over to her and Steven Contelli was gone. "Where did he go?"
"I think you spaced out there for a moment. I think he took a hint"
"What hint?"
"That I wanted you all to myself" Logan replied with a cheeky grin. Max now took in that Logan had changed his clothes. He was now wearing the black suit he had left with the airhostess while getting on the plane and a fresh white shirt. Max smiled back and went back to her papers while Logan began to do up his tie.
After several moments, Max looked at Logan and began to laugh. "Logan, what have you done?" Logan had somehow managed to tie a knot in his tie and was struggling to undo it so as to take the tie off his neck.
"My mother always used to do my tie as a boy and as I grew up, there was always someone" Logan replied, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"Come here" Max said, still laughing. She pulled Logan around to face her and quickly undid the knot around his neck. She then began to do up his tie. There was a small problem though. Logan could not sit exactly in front of her and doing a tie up straight when the person you are doing it on is sitting at an angle to you is very different. Max then had an idea.
"Logan you are going to have you kneel in front of me if you want me to do this right" Max said exasperated. Logan obeyed and moved in between Max's legs as she did up his tie. He couldn't take his eyes off her face. It really was singularly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He knew every curve and every feature of her face off by heart. It would haunt him at night, smiling kindly at him while he wished that, for once, that smile would not be one of understanding, but one of desire.
Max quickly finished his tie and looked at Logan. He had obviously been staring at her while she was doing up his tie and now, even though he knew he had been caught, he didn't break his gaze. This intrigued Max. Never had anyone made her feel this beautiful. Sure, she had been told she was beautiful. But there is a difference between some guy at a bar yelling it at her and someone she knew and cared about just looking at her as if he had never seen anything like her before in his life. She raised her hand to stroke his cheek.
"Your beard is all gone" she said softly.
"I don't think many rich business men have them" Logan replied.
She continued to stroke his face and she could feel his arms begin to wrap around her waist.
"Madam? Sir?"
Max and Logan looked up and found an air steward looking down at them uncomfortably.
"It is time to return to your seats"
They both thanked the air steward before returning their gazes to each other. Slowly, Logan pulled himself up and sat down next to Max. Max sighed a breath of relief to herself. She wasn't sure where she wanted this relationship to go and she need time to decide. Max looked out the window to catch her first glimpse of Rome.
"So what is this about New York?"
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