The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle
AN: And the fluff continues…sorry gentle readers but the Noodle's muse refuses to get serious these days. Gotta go with the flow don't cha know? A muse is a terrible thing to waste after all. ;) There is more action coming… I promise… poor Deck is still stuck in Africa and we can't leave him there forever…and there is the mysterious new player at Manticore as well as the mystery of who it is who doesn't want Logan and Max married…it will all make sense in time…either that or the Noodle will catch the next plane out of the country fleeing her angry readers….Ack…
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Chapter Five: Sauce for the GooseIn which our hero turns the tables on our heroine…
They were finally in the car and on their way, and Logan breathed a sigh of relief. At least until he glanced over and noticed Max's skirt, which was hiked up above her knees. He started to say something but then decided that what was good for the goose was good for the gander. He kept his mouth shut, biding his time.
"Put some music on why don't you," he suggested to her. "Something that Biff and Bunny would listen to, not what they play at CRASH."
"How do you know that Biff and Bunny don't listen to hip-hop?" Max wanted to know as she riffled through a stack of CD's he had brought along for the trip.
"Because they don't."
"I bet Biff secretly loves Christina Aguilera and has an entire stash of her music videos tucked away where Bunny can't find them."
"He does not." Logan sounded disgusted.
"Does so. He's a male isn't he? She pranced around half-naked in her day. Males love that." Max said smugly. "If they still made music videos he'd buy whatever little slut was the flavor of the month now."
"Max, shut up and put on some music. We're almost to the checkpoint."
"Yes, oh Lord and Master." Max popped a CD into the player and the car was filled with the sound of alternative rock.
"What the hell is that?" Logan demanded.
"I brought one of my own CD's. It's an indie band. Bunny loves the lead singer. She thinks he's incredibly hot and sexy with that growly voice of his." Max said blithely as she hummed along with the music.
Logan frowned, but they were in line for the checkpoint so he refrained from arguing further. As he had hoped, it was busy and the sector police were making only cursory checks of paperwork. "You ready for this, Bunny?" he asked.
"Never readier, Biff." Max tossed back.
"Good. Follow my lead and don't argue with me." He warned. He reached over and turned down the music.
They were next in line and the car in front of them pulled away. As Logan pulled up to the barricade he casually reached over and rested his hand on Max's leg, pushing her dress even higher on her thigh. He felt her muscles twitch at his touch and he grinned to himself.
Two sector police were at the car, and he pushed the buttons that rolled down the driver and passenger windows.
"Papers." The cops looked tired and bored which was Logan had been hoping for.
Logan handed the officer at his window his paperwork, and Max did the same on her side of the car. Logan wasn't as radically disguised as Max. He had simply pulled on a baseball cap that covered his hair, and donned a pair of black rimmed glasses. It didn't matter. The cop on his side glanced perfunctorily at Logan's papers and made some notes on a pad he was holding, while Logan looked bored and let his hand play idly on Max's leg.
Max's officer was taking longer with her papers. Or rather with her. He let his eyes roam appreciatively over her cleavage and over her tanned legs, spending more time on that than he did on actually looking at her papers. Logan shot him a glare but he didn't notice.
"You've been here visiting for two weeks, Mr. Eastman?" his officer asked.
"Yes. Vacation. My wife has always wanted to see Seattle. And who am I to deny the little woman?" Logan said with a wink.
Max shot him a look but remained quiet. Logan's officer looked over at Max and leered. "Hope she made it worth your while."
"Oh, she did." Logan agreed with a smug man to man smile.
Meanwhile Max's officer had finished with her papers and was handing them back to her. "Your papers are in order, Mrs. Eastman."
"Call me Bunny." Max purred. "Everyone does."
The cop smiled at her. "Bunny. Hope you enjoyed Seattle."
"Oh I did. And I felt sooo safe here. What with all of you big strong police officers around, watching over us." Max's voice oozed honey as she gave him a dazzling smile.
"Bunny, take your papers back and put them away." Logan said in a voice that one would use when speaking to a child. "Tell the officer goodbye."
Max shot him a look from the corner of her eyes but handed him the papers. "Goodbye, officer," she said obediently.
The barricade was up and Logan stepped on the gas, taking care to go slowly and not peel away, as he wanted to. There was silence in the car until the checkpoint was out of sight in the rear view mirror.
"What was all that about?" he demanded in irritation. "You big strong officers?"
"Just playing my part," Max said innocently. "You know, the dumb blonde sexpot." Logan's hand was still on her leg and she looked down at it pointedly. "Speaking of which…"
Logan glanced over and grinned but made no move to remove his hand. Instead he let it inch up a bit further. "Just enjoying my wife, the dumb blonde sexpot," he said.
Max was torn between pushing his hand away and letting him continue. His touch was sending sparks shooting up her leg. She looked over and caught him smiling knowingly and that decided her. She reached down and pushed his hand off of her leg and then pulled her skirt down.
Logan didn't resist. Instead he smiled smugly and hummed to himself.
Max considered him for a moment and then shrugged. "How long before we get there?"
"Couple of hours or so. Depends on if we hit any roadblocks, checkpoints etc. You never know these days."
"In that case I'm going to catch some sleep." Max settled back in her seat and closed her eyes. "Don't run us off the road or anything, Biff."
"Not to worry, Bunny."
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Max dozed for a while, only to wake up to find herself alone in the car. She sat up in her seat, instantly alert, and looked around. It was dark and the car was in the parking lot of a small motel. The neon sign that said "Sleepy Time Motel" was partially burned out, and the part that was still lit flickered anemically in a sickly orange shade. Logan walked up to the car and opened her door.
"Why did we stop?" she wanted to know.
"Police band radio said there was a road block ahead. Some clowns decided to rob a bank in one of these towns and they're stopping and searching all vehicles. I figured it would be better to wait until morning, when it should be cleared away." He held out a key card. "Our room's over there." Going to the back of the car he pulled out their suitcases and slammed it closed. "Coming?"
"What about dinner?" Max was aware of her stomach growling.
"There's an all night diner across the way. Food's probably pretty bad but…" Logan shrugged and continued to one of the dozen rooms. He pushed the key card into the slot and after a moment of struggle managed to get the door to open.
Max preceded him into the room and glanced around. It was typical of any other small struggling motel in what was Post-Pulse America. There was a queen sized bed with a worn flowered spread on it, two small night tables that appeared to be bolted to the walls on either side of the bed, two metal rails mounted on one of the walls with a few bent clothes hangars on them, and a small chest of drawers. A sink and vanity sat in an alcove at the rear with a door leading off it, presumably to the bathroom.
"Sorry about the accommodations." Logan looked around and sighed.
"No big deal. How about some food though?"
Logan laughed. "You do have a one track mind. Come on then." He left the suitcases sitting on the floor and took Max's hand as he passed her, pulling her along with him and out of the room. They walked across the gravel parking lot to the road. The diner sat diagonally opposite them. It looked small and not too busy which was fine with Logan.
Dinner was uneventful, if not gourmet. Max looked around the diner and decided to play it safe with a hamburger and some fries. They were greasy but edible. Logan stuck to a Caesar salad and a bowl of the soup of the day. They finished off with some chocolate cake that was surprisingly good, and then, their hunger satisfied, headed back to their room.
Max sighed and stretched, when they were safely inside. She reached up to pull off the blonde wig but Logan's arms came around her and stopped her. He turned her in his arms and grinned down at her.
"Leave it on."
"Why?"
"I've always secretly wanted to have a quickie with a blonde named Bunny in a roadside motel."
"What makes you think I'm that kind of a girl?"
"I can tell just by looking at you, Bunny. You're a hot little number."
"You aren't so bad yourself, Biff." She said seductively, falling into the spirit of his game.
His hands had been busy as they spoke and she felt the ties of her halter neck come loose and release. Finished with that, he slid down the zipper of her skirt. With a slight push at her waist, her dress slithered down her legs to puddle on the floor around her ankles. Logan stepped back and his hot gaze swept over her. Never breaking eye contact, he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off.
"So Bunny, you wanna play some games?" His voice was husky as he pulled her against him letting her feel his readiness. Max let her hands roam over the smooth skin of his back, and then drop to the waistband of his pants.
"What kind of …games?" Max managed to get out. His hands had found the hook to her bra and she felt it come open.
Logan dropped his face to her shoulder and nudged aside her bra strap pushing it down her arm. "Any games you want to play are okay with me…" He was trailing kisses over the slope of her breast moving ever downward, pushing her bra cup aside as he went. At the same time his hands cupped her ass pulling her into him, "…as long as they involve losing the rest of our clothes and a bed…"
"Oh I think that can be arranged," she purred as she found his belt buckle and undid it. His zipper followed and his pants went the way of her dress.
Logan scooped her up and took the few steps to the bed, depositing her there, and then following her down. He took his time ridding her completely of her bra, using only his mouth and tongue and then lifted his head with a grin.
"Bunny? I have a confession to make."
"Yeah?" She sighed languorously.
"There was no road block. I just wanted to have my wicked way with you." Her mouth opened but before she could retort, his mouth came down on it and his tongue slipped inside
"Biff?" she said when she could talk again.
"Yeah?"
"I knew that"
Logan laughed and got back to work.
End of Chapter Five…TBC…