Authors Note: This story is finished, it just needs some minor tweeking before I get it all up. Hope people are actually reading this since I haven't gotten any reviews yet. This story, unlike my others don't have any Romy. Sorry guys, but I have to put this one up before I put up the one that does have the Romy action, so be patient and please enjoy.
Tortured Hearts
Chapter 3: First times and new beginnings
Meranda laid with her head against James shoulder, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest as it gently rose and fell with his breathing.
Fast as lightening his hand caught hers and brought it up to his lips. "That tickles."
"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself," Meranda replied leaning up on her elbow to look at him. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Like what?" He asked kissing her fingertips.
"Like sleeping with a guy I just met."
"You make it sound like a one nightstand when you say it like that," James said interlacing his fingers with hers.
"I didn't mean to. It's more...isn't it?"
James let go of her hand and rose up, grabbing her around the shoulders and kissing her gently. "What do you think?"
"It's more. Definitely more."
"Very good," James replied, laying back down on the bed and pulling Meranda with him. She resumed her game of outlining his muscles with her fingers as he chuckled slightly under her touch.
"You know," she said "You don't look like a James."
"Really? What do I look like?" James asked as he began to run his fingers down her spine.
"I don't know, but not a James. Lets see," Meranda again rose and looked down at him. This time she positioned herself to where she was straddling his hips. "You look more like a...hmm..."
"A very happy man if you stay there?"
"No, now stop it I'm thinking," Meranda said, tapping his chest lightly, her hair falling over her shoulders and barley covering her breasts. She remained quiet for several moments, lost deep in thought before it occurred to her. "I've got it! You look more like a Logan!"
"Logan? Where'd you come up with that?" he asked amused as his hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts and running his fingers over the sides.
"I don't know. It just kinda came to me. Don't you like it?" Meranda asked, pouting slightly as a smile danced in her eyes.
James thought about it for a moment before answering. "Well, I guess I'm Logan then."
"Really?" Meranda asked intrigued that he was actually going to change his name for her.
"If you like it I like it. Now, come here." Logan wrapped his arms around her and flipped her under him.
"You're so bad!" Meranda said laughing as she brought the lights down again and his lips found hers. She ran her hands up his arms, lacing her fingers in his hair as he kissed her passionately. His lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. She moaned slightly as his right hand again found her breast, massaging it gently.
"Mmm, Logan," she whispered as his left arm wrapped around her waist, his hips settling between her own. "Promise it'll always be like this."
"I swear darlin'," Logan answered, entering her swiftly as his lips found hers again. They began moving as one, reaching the throws of ecstasy together.
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3 Months Later
Meranda hummed happily as she wiped down the counter after closing. She moved on and began to fill the sugar containers and salt and pepper dispensers, getting ready for the morning shift.
"Okay spill," Cece said walking up to the front of the counter. "What wonderful thing has Logan done now?"
"Nothing, I'm just happy. Why is that so hard for you to believe?" Meranda asked screwing on the last lid.
"Cause you work here and no one who works here is allowed to be happy," Cece replied checking her make-up in one of the silver napkin dispensers.
"You're happy."
"Yeah, well I'm dating a successful man who worships me and doesn't use me as a punching bag so I'm allowed."
"Yeah, well I'm living with a wonderful, kind man who worships me and doesn't use me as a punching bag either so aren't I allowed?"
"Well, when you put it like that...probably not. But I'll give it to you anyway. So, how are you and Logan liking the new cabin?"
"It's wonderful. And what makes it better is that we built it together and it actually feels like home that way."
"My next question is, where is mister wonderful? Usually he's waiting for you an hour before your shift ends."
"He's working some overtime lately. He said he'd be a little late tonight." Meranda said putting the last of the silverware away and handing Cece the napkin dispensers to place on the tables.
"What's he working overtime for. DO you need money? Because I can get you money," Cece began concerned.
"No I don't know why he's doing it. He just is. Odds are because he wants to. We're fine on money." Meranda smiled. "Don't worry so much."
"Oh bite me. So what are your guys plans for the weekend?"
"I don't know. Probably work some more on the cabin. Why?"
"Just being noisy."
The bell above the door rang and Logan walked in and waved at Cece. "You about ready darlin'?" he asked tiredly.
"Yeah I'm all finished. Just let me get my jacket," Meranda said running to the back.
As soon as she was gone, Cece looked dead at Logan and asked bluntly, "Do you guys need extra money? Cause if you do I..."
"We're fine Cece really," Logan cut her off. "I just need the extra money for this," he took a small box out of his pocket and handed it toward Cece as he sat down on one of the stools.
She was on it like a hawk, snatching it from his hand and opening it to look at the diamond ring inside. "Oh my God Logan, have you asked her yet?"
"No. I'm going to tonight," he replied taking it back and replacing it in his pocket just as Meranda came out of the kitchen putting on her coat.
"Ready," she said coming around the counter and wrapping her arms around Logan's neck. "How was work baby?"
"Too long, did you miss me today?" he asked pulling her into his lap for a moment and hugging her close.
"Always," she replied finding his lips with her own. "Let's get going," Meranda got up and Logan followed. "Night Cece."
"Night Meranda, night Logan. Meranda call me tomorrow!" Cece yelled excitedly behind them as they left the diner.
"Okay. Have a nice weekend."
Tortured Hearts
Chapter 3: First times and new beginnings
Meranda laid with her head against James shoulder, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest as it gently rose and fell with his breathing.
Fast as lightening his hand caught hers and brought it up to his lips. "That tickles."
"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself," Meranda replied leaning up on her elbow to look at him. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Like what?" He asked kissing her fingertips.
"Like sleeping with a guy I just met."
"You make it sound like a one nightstand when you say it like that," James said interlacing his fingers with hers.
"I didn't mean to. It's more...isn't it?"
James let go of her hand and rose up, grabbing her around the shoulders and kissing her gently. "What do you think?"
"It's more. Definitely more."
"Very good," James replied, laying back down on the bed and pulling Meranda with him. She resumed her game of outlining his muscles with her fingers as he chuckled slightly under her touch.
"You know," she said "You don't look like a James."
"Really? What do I look like?" James asked as he began to run his fingers down her spine.
"I don't know, but not a James. Lets see," Meranda again rose and looked down at him. This time she positioned herself to where she was straddling his hips. "You look more like a...hmm..."
"A very happy man if you stay there?"
"No, now stop it I'm thinking," Meranda said, tapping his chest lightly, her hair falling over her shoulders and barley covering her breasts. She remained quiet for several moments, lost deep in thought before it occurred to her. "I've got it! You look more like a Logan!"
"Logan? Where'd you come up with that?" he asked amused as his hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts and running his fingers over the sides.
"I don't know. It just kinda came to me. Don't you like it?" Meranda asked, pouting slightly as a smile danced in her eyes.
James thought about it for a moment before answering. "Well, I guess I'm Logan then."
"Really?" Meranda asked intrigued that he was actually going to change his name for her.
"If you like it I like it. Now, come here." Logan wrapped his arms around her and flipped her under him.
"You're so bad!" Meranda said laughing as she brought the lights down again and his lips found hers. She ran her hands up his arms, lacing her fingers in his hair as he kissed her passionately. His lips left hers to trail kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. She moaned slightly as his right hand again found her breast, massaging it gently.
"Mmm, Logan," she whispered as his left arm wrapped around her waist, his hips settling between her own. "Promise it'll always be like this."
"I swear darlin'," Logan answered, entering her swiftly as his lips found hers again. They began moving as one, reaching the throws of ecstasy together.
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3 Months Later
Meranda hummed happily as she wiped down the counter after closing. She moved on and began to fill the sugar containers and salt and pepper dispensers, getting ready for the morning shift.
"Okay spill," Cece said walking up to the front of the counter. "What wonderful thing has Logan done now?"
"Nothing, I'm just happy. Why is that so hard for you to believe?" Meranda asked screwing on the last lid.
"Cause you work here and no one who works here is allowed to be happy," Cece replied checking her make-up in one of the silver napkin dispensers.
"You're happy."
"Yeah, well I'm dating a successful man who worships me and doesn't use me as a punching bag so I'm allowed."
"Yeah, well I'm living with a wonderful, kind man who worships me and doesn't use me as a punching bag either so aren't I allowed?"
"Well, when you put it like that...probably not. But I'll give it to you anyway. So, how are you and Logan liking the new cabin?"
"It's wonderful. And what makes it better is that we built it together and it actually feels like home that way."
"My next question is, where is mister wonderful? Usually he's waiting for you an hour before your shift ends."
"He's working some overtime lately. He said he'd be a little late tonight." Meranda said putting the last of the silverware away and handing Cece the napkin dispensers to place on the tables.
"What's he working overtime for. DO you need money? Because I can get you money," Cece began concerned.
"No I don't know why he's doing it. He just is. Odds are because he wants to. We're fine on money." Meranda smiled. "Don't worry so much."
"Oh bite me. So what are your guys plans for the weekend?"
"I don't know. Probably work some more on the cabin. Why?"
"Just being noisy."
The bell above the door rang and Logan walked in and waved at Cece. "You about ready darlin'?" he asked tiredly.
"Yeah I'm all finished. Just let me get my jacket," Meranda said running to the back.
As soon as she was gone, Cece looked dead at Logan and asked bluntly, "Do you guys need extra money? Cause if you do I..."
"We're fine Cece really," Logan cut her off. "I just need the extra money for this," he took a small box out of his pocket and handed it toward Cece as he sat down on one of the stools.
She was on it like a hawk, snatching it from his hand and opening it to look at the diamond ring inside. "Oh my God Logan, have you asked her yet?"
"No. I'm going to tonight," he replied taking it back and replacing it in his pocket just as Meranda came out of the kitchen putting on her coat.
"Ready," she said coming around the counter and wrapping her arms around Logan's neck. "How was work baby?"
"Too long, did you miss me today?" he asked pulling her into his lap for a moment and hugging her close.
"Always," she replied finding his lips with her own. "Let's get going," Meranda got up and Logan followed. "Night Cece."
"Night Meranda, night Logan. Meranda call me tomorrow!" Cece yelled excitedly behind them as they left the diner.
"Okay. Have a nice weekend."