The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle
AN: The PN has heard of the recent sad news in the world outside of DA and wants to express her regrets about it. It is a sad day for romance. So the question becomes, are the readers still interested in the real couple – that being Max and Logan? PN has plenty more to say about those two if there are those who want to read about them. If not, there are other couples in the world of fictionality and true love who have been trying to entice the PN to write for them. The PN awaits your response since this couple comes first in her book.
PN
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Chapter Ten: The Light Dawns
In which our heroine has an inspiration about their marital "problems"…
By the time they made it back to the guesthouse Logan's skin was covered with blotches, and his face had begun to puff up alarmingly.
"Logan, do you think you need to see a doctor?" Max asked in concern.
"Just let me find some Benadryl, and I should be okay," he demurred, heading straight to the bathroom as soon as they entered the house. Max trailed along, not convinced. He rummaged through the medicine cabinet and turned in triumph with a bottle of pills in hand. "Got 'em." He opened it and poured four into his hand and then quickly swallowed them down.
Max had grabbed the bottle and was reading the directions but it was too late. "Um, Logan, it says here to take two at a time. You just took four."
"It'll be fine, Max." Logan dismissed her worry and started to strip down. "I'm gonna wash off. Make sure there aren't any remnants of hay left on me." His actions were punctuated with intermittent sneezes.
"Can I join you?" Max said still watching him warily. The bottle had said drowsiness might result from the pills, and given the double dose that Logan had taken, she figured she'd better keep a close eye on him for a while.
"I'm not exactly in shape for much right now." Logan looked down at himself.
"That's okay. I figure you're in good enough shape to wash my back and I can take care of yours for you. If you want." She had already stripped and climbed into the large shower stall with him, not giving him any more opportunity to refuse.
True to his word, Logan wanted only to get washed off and out of the shower. They took turns washing each other's backs but it was probably the least sensual shower they had ever taken together. By the time Logan climbed out and wrapped himself in a towel his sneezing had stopped but he was yawning frequently.
Max followed him and wrapped herself up as well. She stopped to comb out her hair and then followed Logan into the bedroom. Instead of being dressed he was seated on the bed, still wearing only the towel and looking somewhat dazed.
"Logan, I think you better lie down for a while."
He gave her a lopsided grin. "'m fine. Just give me a minute. We didn't get much sleep last night, that's all it is." He started to stand up but then his legs gave out and he collapsed back onto the bed with a bemused expression on his face. "Damn."
Max suppressed a giggle. She walked over and grabbed his feet and swung them onto the bed. At the same time Logan grinned and grabbed at her towel managing to give it a yank while she was busy with his feet.
"Logan!" Max straightened and glared at him as he lay there holding her towel with a smug smile on his face.
"What?" he asked innocently, then yawned again. "You look nice without any clothes on. I like to look at you that way. What's wrong with that?" His words were slurring as he yawned again.
Max shook her head with a smile as she watched him try to fight off sleep. The puffiness in his face was going down and some of the blotches were starting to subside. His eyes closed, and she walked over to pull a blanket over him. Without warning his eyes snapped open again, and he grabbed her wrist, managing to take her off guard and pull her down on top of him.
"Mmm." He murmured as his eyes drifted closed again. Max started to get up, but his arms tightened around her, holding her there. "Don' go."
She sighed, "I'll stay, but let me pull a blanket over us. You're going to get sick otherwise." He released her long enough to allow her to roll to his side and reach down for the light blanket. She lay back down next to him, and pulled it over the two of them. Logan smiled sleepily and dropped his arm around her. Within seconds he was snoring lightly.
Max lay there, smiling to herself as she looked at his face just inches from hers. He had incredibly long thick lashes that only stood out when his eyes were closed. His chin was covered in light stubble, which only served to emphasize the sensuous curve of his lips. She shivered slightly as she thought about those lips moving over her body. His hair had grown out some from his usual short spikes and was slightly tousled from his recent shower. She reached up and smoothed the worst of it down.
Max was content to lie there for a while as Logan slept, but she eventually grew restless. She carefully disengaged from his embrace and slipped out of the bed. He murmured slightly but didn't wake up.
Max pulled on a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a loose T-shirt and wandered over to where Logan's laptop sat on the desk. She sat down and idly pulled up the files that contained the research he had been doing on their marital "problem". She read through it and nothing new struck her that was different from what he had told her. But something was nagging at her. She sat back with a frown on her face. Then she sat forward and pulled up one of Logan's search engines. For a long time she sat engrossed in the computer, losing all track of time.
She came back to herself as she heard Logan shifting on the bed. With her enhanced senses she was able to pick up the murmurs that accompanied his slow waking up. She rose from the desk and walked over to sit next to him on the bed. He shifted restlessly and then his eyes slowly opened.
"Hey, sleepyhead." Max smiled down at him. "How are you feeling?"
Logan frowned. His head felt fuzzy from the pills he had taken earlier. He noticed that the itching had subsided and he didn't feel the need to sneeze. "I think I'm better. Other than feeling like my mouth is full of cotton." He sat up, rubbing his hand through his hair.
"Here." Max handed him a glass of water that she had filled at the small wet bar in the room.
"Thanks." He drank it down gratefully. "How long was I asleep?"
"Coupla hours." Max paused, "I did some research while you were asleep."
"Oh yeah? He looked at her inquiringly.
"I think I know who's behind the marriage thing."
End of Chapter Ten…TBC…