The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle

Chapter Twenty-Two: Is there a Ball in Cinderella's Future?

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In which our hero and heroine spend a lazy morning and some things become clearer…

Two mornings later Max stretched and opened her eyes. She smiled as she looked over at her sleeping husband. The sheet was draped around his waist and long legs as he sprawled on his stomach next to her. One of his arms was flung over her, and his fingers were tangled in her long hair.

"Logan?" she whispered as she worked at pulling her hair from his fingers.

He muttered something unintelligible and his fist clenched tighter in her hair.

"Logan, let me up."

One of his eyes opened and he looked at her sleepily. "No," he said simply and the eye closed.

Max frowned. She pulled at her hair but he refused to let it loose and she grimaced as she felt the tugging on her scalp. She laid there for a minute thinking, and then decided on a new strategy. She shifted so her face was close to his and blew gently into his slightly open mouth. His eyes stayed stubbornly closed so she began to feather soft kisses on his face. A smile stretched his mouth.

"Loogan…wake up…" Max whispered as she ran a hand down his exposed back.

"What time is it?" His eyes remained closed.

"Just after dawn I think."

"Too early. Go back to sleep."

Instead of arguing, Max leaned in closer and began to kiss him in earnest. When he opened his mouth she slipped her tongue inside of it. Logan lay there passively, allowing her to play. Max's hands grew bolder and she let them slip beneath the sheet. Logan shifted so he was on his side facing her and Max smiled as she felt the evidence of his awakening. She pressed up against him and deepened her kiss. Suddenly he growled in his throat and his arms came around her, pulling her tight against his arousal. His eyes opened and he really looked at her for the first time.

"Is that what you want?" He pressed his hips against her, letting her feel his hardness.

Max sighed, "I wanted to get up, but you wouldn't let me." She wrapped her legs around his.

"So for revenge you had to get me up?" Logan questioned as he dropped kisses and love bites on her neck. His hands were holding her tightly against him, and Max was conscious of her own growing dampness as he continued to move his hips lightly against her.

Max grinned, "It's one way to get your attention…ahhhh…" she sighed as he dropped his head to nuzzle her breasts.

One of his hands dropped to briefly caress her belly and then he slipped it lower. He smiled as he found the evidence of her readiness for him. With a quick motion he flipped her onto her back and slid easily into her.

"Good morning, love," He murmured as he began to tease her with long and lazy strokes.

Max smiled and slipped into an easy rhythm with him. "Good morning."

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Several hours later Max strolled into the cabin's living room to be met with the odor of fresh brewed coffee. She glanced over and saw Jondy sitting on the couch, holding a mug of the steaming beverage and staring out of the window.

"There's coffee in the kitchen and I made myself some breakfast. Seeing as how you and Logan seemed to be busy this morning." Jondy said with a grin.

Max flushed and walked over to pour some coffee for herself.

"Newlyweds huh? And I interrupted the honeymoon?" Jondy said shrewdly.

"Not exactly… I mean…" Max floundered as she came to sit on the couch near Jondy.

Jondy took pity on her and set her coffee down. "Hey, I'm only kidding. I think it's great that you managed to find someone who you could trust, and who obviously isn't freaking over what you are." She reached over and pulled Max into a hug. "I missed you, Sis."

Max felt tears in her eyes as she returned the hug. Jondy had been the closest in age to her while they were at Manticore, and the two of them had often found themselves partners in crime when it came to the small bits of mischief that even Manticore discipline couldn't put a halt to.

"I missed you too." Max whispered.

"Logan seems like a great guy. I'm happy for you, Max." Jondy reiterated. "I met someone once…" she sighed.

"But?" Max said gently.

"I thought it would be okay with him. You know, what we are. But then one day he started going on about

how he'd read this article about some secret government conspiracies to make some kind of super human. I laughed and said 'what would be so bad about that?' and he went off on me. About how they would be freaks of nature and that man had no business trying to play God like that. That if it was true, the creatures should all be killed. Anyway I stopped seeing him and right after I relocated anyway, so that was that."

"I'm sorry, Jon." Max hugged her gently.

"I'm okay. We were made to be okay, right?"

"Yeah, we were." Max smiled. "I bet you'll meet someone, someday. Someone like Logan. Someone who won't care what you are, someone who'll be able to see past that."

"You think?" Jondy looked at her doubtfully.

"She's right." Logan interjected from the doorway to the hall that led to the bedrooms. "If you're anything like your sister, some guy is going to be damn lucky someday."

Max looked a question at him and he nodded. "Got an email from Sebastian this morning. Which means it's time for us to pack up and head to Seattle. Seems I have two beautiful princesses that I'm escorting to a ball tonight. Not to mention an evil count that we have to vanquish while we're there."

Max grinned and looked at Jondy. "You up for some ass kicking tonight? Figuratively of course."

Jondy grinned back. "Just let me know what I need to do…"

Logan looked from one to the other and was suddenly glad that he wasn't in Count Ryan von Herara's shoes.

End of Chapter Twenty-Two…TBC…