The Moon Is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle

Chapter Thirty-Six: Interior Decorating

In which our hero and heroine have some down time… and find out about company coming…

Several days later Max wandered out of their bedroom in the early morning to hear Logan exclaim softly, "Yes."

Curious, she headed into the computer room. Logan was engrossed in reading an email and didn't appear to notice her. She glided up behind him and softly placed her hands over his eyes. "Boo," she whispered.

"Max…" his hands came up to pull hers down from his eyes, and he swiveled his chair to face her. With a grin he pulled her onto his lap and proceeded to kiss her thoroughly. She melted into his embrace willingly, running her fingers though his spiky hair.

When they surfaced for air, she looked at him. "What were you reading? More importantly what was so important that it got you out of bed so early? I thought I was the one who didn't sleep."

He smiled at her. "Jondy emailed to the secure server. She's in and the Colonel appears to have bought her story. She's going to spend the next couple of days sending him back the reports we prepared and then, Kaboom, no more facility and no more Jondy. At least as far as the Colonel's concerned."

"That doesn't explain why you're up so early." Max pointed out. "Don't tell me you suddenly developed super hearing and the email coming in woke you up."

Logan looked a bit sheepish. "I've been worried that we haven't heard from Jondy, so I rigged my PDA to chime when emails came in, then I left it next to the bed on my side."

"So how come I didn't notice it going off?" Max frowned.

Logan gave her a smug look. "Because your handsome and virile husband wore you out last night, and you were sleeping the sleep of the dead?"

Max made as if to rise from his lap. "Oh you…"

Logan just looked at her with an eyebrow cocked and a grin. "Yes?"

"Ego much." Max retorted.

In answer Logan pulled her back into a kiss that left both of them with elevated pulse rates. "Ego?" he asked when he finally released her lips.

Max smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, "Let me try that again. Maybe there's some skill involved…" She suddenly jumped as Logan reached down and lightly swatted her butt. "Hey!"

"Didn't you ever learn not to question a man's expertise in matters of the bedroom? Male egos are fragile things you know and they require …" Max interrupted his teasing with a nip on his neck, "…careful…" Another nip, followed by her hands quickly undoing the buttons of the shirt he was wearing, "…tending …ah…Max…keep that up…" She continued with her work, ignoring his words.. "… and I won't be responsible for my actions…"

"That's…" she gasped, as her shirt went flying. "…the…oooooh…" his lips found the sensitive spot at the base of her throat and began to nibble sensuously. "…idea…"

The two were quiet except for soft sighs and murmurs as various items of clothing were tossed carelessly around the room. Suddenly there was an ominous creak, and before either one of them could react, the desk chair collapsed under them, spilling them to the floor in a tangle of clothing and limbs.

They looked at each other in momentary chagrin and then simultaneously burst into laughter.

"I guess that chair wasn't designed for strenuous activities." Max teased when she was able to talk again.

"Clearly not. Next time I'll be sure to order the heavy duty, all purpose one." Logan agreed.

Their laughter faded as they continued to look at each other as they lay there, tangled together on the computer room's area rug.

"Good thing I had this rug put in here last week." Logan observed. "Cushioned our fall a bit."

"Guess we should get up from here." Max said, attempting to disengage herself from him and stand.

"I like the get up part." Logan teased her and his arms tightened around her. She was suddenly intensely aware of his physical state, pressed as closely together as they were.

"Me too," she purred making no further moves to stand. "What do you propose we do about it?" She deliberately wiggled against him.

"I have some ideas but I'm gonna need your help." His breathing was definitely heavy, she noticed in satisfaction. His hands found her butt and pulled her more closely against him.

"I'm at your disposal." Max squirmed once more, a devilish look in her eyes. Logan smiled to himself as he noted her rapid pulse rate.

"Yeah…let me…that's it…" The remainder of their clothing soon decorated the shelves and desks of the room, and words were once again forgotten, as the two lovers proceeded to thoroughly christen the new rug.

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Much later the two were disturbed from where they lay, content in each others arms, by the soft beeping of Logan's computer.

"Damn," he said, looking up in annoyance from playing gently with Max's hair. The beeping continued and he sighed. "I better check that out."

Max pouted but rolled off his chest and watched in admiration as he stood and walked over to his main monitor. She giggled as he plucked her shirt off of it and then had to untangle the keyboard from her bra.

Logan shot her a mock glare that dissolved into a smile as he looked at her slender form stretched out on the rug.

"This better be important." He muttered as his fingers sped over the keys. His smile faded as he read the email that had opened in front of him. "Damn it."

Max was beside him on the instant, all teasing forgotten as she heard the seriousness in his voice and perused the screen.

Archie and Veronica;

Some kissin' cousins are heading out your way and I don't think you really want to entertain them. Contact me soonest so I can fill you in.

Betty

"What does it mean?" she asked.

"Jondy must have found out something from the Colonel. We need to make contact - she clearly doesn't want to send it over the net."

Their eyes met as they wondered what fate was about to throw at them now.

End of Chapter Thirty-Six…TBC