The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle
Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Night Out
…in which a quiet night out turns into a near miss…
When Max came down from the roof, Logan was still sitting at his computers. She checked the time and then quietly walked over to stand behind him. When he didn't appear to notice her, she reached down and put her hands over his eyes.
"You know I could've been anyone sneaking up behind you," she observed conversationally.
Logan chuckled, "And you'd have a hole blown in you right about now if you were." With a move that took even her off balance, he spun his chair and she looked down to see a gun pointing at her.
Max's hands went to her hips and she glared at Logan. "Let me guess. My dear sister taught you that move."
"She thought it was remiss of you not to have taught me yourself." Logan said mildly, reaching over and setting the gun down on his desk as he rose from his chair. Max found herself looking up into his eyes, which held a wicked sparkle.
She refused to back down and continued to glare at him. "Nice move, pointing a loaded gun at your wife."
"Are you sure it was loaded?"
"It better be or I'll be angry at you."
Logan laughed as he took her face in his hands and leaned in to kiss her. "Max, you never cease to amaze me. You want me to point a loaded gun at you?"
"If you're pointing a gun at anyone it better be loaded." She managed to get out before his lips met hers. She sighed as he dropped his hands to her shoulders and pulled her to him.
When Logan raised his head from hers the look in his eyes caused her to catch her breath. "I've neglected you the past few days, while I was setting up the lab accident and Jondy's escape," he observed.
Max melted bonelessly against him. "Yes, you have."
"I need to make it up to you." Logan's hands were stroking up and down her back as he spoke.
"You do." Max's hands were similarly busy.
Logan bent his head and kissed her again. When he finished he began to drop kisses along her neck and down to her shoulders.
"Logan…we're supposed to meet Original Cindy at CRASH in a little while…" Max protested half-heartedly.
"CRASH isn't going anywhere anytime soon. I'm sure Cindy will still be there when we get there."
"Logan…" Max gasped as he pulled her shirt over her head and proceeded to kiss his way down from her neck. His hands unhooked her bra clasp and then he was busy teasing her, as his hands grasped her waist holding her still for his ministrations. Max realized she was leaning back against the desk even though she had no idea how they had arrived there. She forgot all rational thought as she felt her jeans slide down her legs along with her bikini briefs. Logan was kneeling in front of her now and she moaned as his tongue circled her navel and continued downward to where his hands were already very busy.
Not long after Max let out a soft cry. Logan looked up in satisfaction as she leaned back against the desk, eyes closed and a flush on her face. He stood and took her hands in his pulling her up against him.
Max's eyes flew open and she looked at him. "You're still wearing all of your clothes," she said, accusation in her voice.
"What do you plan to do about it?" Logan asked with a smug smile, pushing up against her. The feel of the rough denim of his jeans on her already sensitized flesh had Max shivering.
"Nothing. I think it's sexy." Max said softly as her hands found the zipper to his jeans and slid it down. She reached inside and her eyes widened in shock. "Logan Cale going commando?" she said even as she slid him free of his confinement.
Logan grasped her waist and lifted her so that she was sitting on the desktop. "What are you going to do about it?" he challenged.
Max smiled. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her. "This…"
It was Logan's turn to moan as Max teased him, "Max…I need to…"
"Yes?" she said innocently, pulling him slightly into her and then pulling back from him.
"Damn it, Max"
Max continued to tease him for several moments but then Logan had had enough. With a rough groan he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him as he pushed forward. This time they both cried out in satisfaction after a short while. Logan leaned forward and dropped his head onto Max's shoulder, and they stayed there for several moments as their breathing normalized and their pulse rates dropped.
Max was the first to speak. "That was a new use for this desk," she commented idly.
Logan grinned ruefully. "It's going to be difficult to work here from now on. My mind is going to be distracted everytime I sit down here."
"We could have gone elsewhere." Max pointed out.
"Where's the fun in that?"
They looked at each other and smiled. Logan straightened and lifted Max into his arms. "We need to shower if we're ever going to get to CRASH."
Max sighed. "I guess so. Suddenly CRASH isn't so attractive."
"Think of it as anticipation." Logan said to her as he strode into their bedroom. He let her down onto her feet and began to strip off his clothing. "Meet you in the shower." He gave her a light swat on her rump as she turned to the bathroom.
"I thought we were going to CRASH?"
"So?"
"You think we're going to make it if we share a shower?"
"We'll make it…. eventually…"
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When they walked into CRASH several hours later, it was to a scene of chaos. Tables and chairs were overturned and glass littered the floor. Patrons milled around in clumps, waiting to speak to the Sector Police who were busy interviewing them.
"Max." Original Cindy was waving to them from a corner. They started to walk over to her only to be stopped by a police officer. Logan pulled out his ID and a few folded bills and after a moment the officer waved them on.
"What happened?" Max hugged her friend.
"Don't exactly know. The place was hopping as usual, when suddenly these four Incredible Hulks came stomping in. They roughed up the bartender, emptied the cash register and then trashed the place."
Max and Logan exchanged glances. "Weapons?"
"Sugah, they didn't need no weapons. Couple of the patrons tried to rush 'em and they sent 'em flying across the room. Pete broke a chair over one of their heads and the hulk kept on coming like he never felt nothing. They were scary."
"Did they say anything?" Logan asked.
"You might wanna ask Pete." Original Cindy nodded to where the bartender was sitting in a corner with a stunned look on his face.
Logan walked over to him and spoke to him for a few minutes. Max and Original Cindy waited for him to return. Logan shrugged as if to say he hadn't found out anything. "Why don't Max and I drop you off home?" he said to Cindy. "Not going to be much fun to be had here tonight.
Original Cindy shook her head. "Nah. I'm going to hit another club with lickety chick over there once the cops finish with her." She indicated a voluptuous blonde who was giving a statement to one of the police.
"You sure?" Max asked.
"Sure as shootin'"
Max and Logan were on their way home when she looked over at him. "Okay spill. What did the Hulks have to say to Pete?"
Logan gave her a sidelong look. "Can't get anything by you, can I?"
"Nope."
He frowned. "They asked him if he'd heard anything about anyone in town who was faster and stronger than the norm. If there were any especially good cat burglars working the town. He told them no and then they went on to trash the place. He heard one of them say to another on the way out, 'This oughta get the attention of the one we want.'"
Max drew in a breath. "You think they were the soldiers Jondy told us about. They're trying to flush out the X5 the Colonel thinks is in town."
"So it seems, Max, so it seems."
The two lapsed into silence as they considered the night's events.
End of Chapter Thirty-Eight…TBC…