Disclaimer: I do not own Dark Angel. I seek no financial gain from this.
Authors note: Okies people. After thinking over a few things, and deciding that I had nothing much else to write, I decided to do a sequel to Red Cordial. If you haven't read Red Cordial, it might help to explain a few things, i.e. the current situation and mood of Max and Logan. Chapters might be fairly spasmodic since I'm fairly busy at the mo', but we'll see.
Story note: I am a little weary of this chapter. If some of you out there don't like the idea of it being spent completely naked, don't worry, the next few won't be like that. And those that do, there may be another one further down the track, lots further. This story should see our two finally getting to Logan's cabin, which was supposed to be the focus of Red Cordial, but I've got Milla keeping me in line so we should get there. Chapters are going to be shorter this time around I would imagine, but that probably means there will just be more. I hope you enjoy the first instalment.
Special thanks: The wonderful Milla, who has made all this a whole lot better, trust me. Ta.
Chapter 1 – Getting Out Of Bed
Max woke from such a deep sleep that she at first didn't understand why there was so much resistance to her movement. Attempting to move, ,a sudden murmur caught her attention, and it was then she realised she was still in bed with Logan, who was still asleep. They were twisted into a very intricate knot, but that wasn't what was stopping her from moving. Her skin was actually sticking to Logan's, and she smelt the sickly sweet aroma of the red cordial that had been spilt all over them. A strong glue had resulted from a mix of the red cordial and their combined sweat. Max awkwardly tried to untie herself from Logan, whilst peeling her head from his chest. This last action awoke Logan with a start and a slight yelp.
"Ow! What are you doing?" Logan asked, confused when he was woken by having the hairs on his chest ripped out.
"I'm just getting up," Max replied.
'Right, one motion, like a bandaid,' she thought, then suddenly sprung back from Logan, causing him to scream a bit more.
"Could you warn me ne…" Logan was trying to act on the pain and be a little stroppy, but as soon as he looked at Max, kneeling on the edge of his bed, completely naked, all thought, all pain, nearly everything disappeared. It was very dark so he wasn't able to see anything except for the faintest outline of her body created by the moonlight shining in the window behind Max, creating an eerie silver glow around her face and a magically soft smouldering of her eyes. Logan was dumbstruck with the sight, and lay there in a daze staring at her with an open mouth.
"What was that Logan?" Max questioned playfully, knowing that he had been dumbstruck. Logan didn't reply and was still gawping at Max. She started to feel a little self-conscious now, so she spun around and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs over the side and her feet on the ground. She groped behind her until she found the sheet that was remotely covering Logan, pulled it around her shoulders and stood up. Max then looked over at the clock beside Logan's bed and saw that it was 3:00 in the morning. 'Well, it's no twelve hours, but it was pretty damn fun.' Max thought, slightly disappointed she hadn't beaten Kendra's score. She turned her head around and saw Logan looking up at her, a completely contented smile on his face; he actually looked a little goofy. Knowing Logan couldn't see in the dark, this was a truly honest expression on his face, and it made Max feel terrific. Logan had grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed and pulled it over the bottom half of his person; she wasn't sure if he was being shy, or just unwilling to be that crude.
"So what are you going to do with your last two days before you go back to work?" Logan asked her. She was in a pleasant reverie, reliving moments that she had shared with him, but then what he said started to get worked on with her brain.
"What, it's only Friday, I still have another two days after this one before I go back to work," Max replied defensively. Logan's smile doubled as he looked at her. He lay there for a few seconds, propped up on his elbow, the smile nearly splitting his face in half. Max started to become embarrassed, as his eyes hadn't left her the whole time. She knew he couldn't see the confusion and chagrin on her face.
"Max. It is Saturday," Logan finally spoke; the tone was reassuring in that he wasn't lying about it, or making fun of her.
"What do you mean it's Saturday? Do you mean we've… We've been having sex for over 30 hours?" Max asked incredulously, entirely amazed that she had apparently lost a day in their throes of passion.
"Well I'm not one to boast…" Logan said, as he shrugged his shoulders.
"…but yes, we have been." As a mischievous smile crossed his face. Max grinned and went a little silly as she giggled slightly. She calmed herself a bit then looked down at Logan.
"Well I'm going to have a shower. You wanna join me?" Max had left concern for these sorts of question a long time back.
"I'd love to, but if you're serious about actually making it to work some time this week it's probably best if we don't. That's where we went wrong last time," Logan replied, as he flopped back down onto his back again, head turned to still look at Max. It took her a while to remember what had actually happened, but when it came back, it came back strong.
Yesterday morning around 7:00 or 8:00, during a little breather, Logan suggested they have a shower to clean all the red cordial off themselves. They made it into the bathroom, but that was about as far as they got. The shower was never turned on, and they were back on Logan's bed shortly afterwards.
"Oh yeah," Max said quietly, padding softly around the bed and toward Logan's shower. However, just as she got to the door, a small flame had rekindled inside her as she couldn't help but relive some of the previous days activities, and so she turned and sauntered back toward Logan.
"You know Logan… It's only 3:00, and I still have a whole weekend before I go back to work…" Max said suggestively, as she came to a stop next to Logan's bed. Logan looked up in the vague direction he heard the voice coming from. He knew that Max was standing next to the bed, with the sheet wrapped around her, and he could see the glistening of her eyes as they looked down into his.
"Yeah it is. But you know how you don't need sleep? That's something I'm not able to do yet, and certainly not after so much physical activity. Max, I'm exhausted." Logan finished with a sigh as he placed a hand lovingly on her leg and gave it a gentle squeeze. Max was slightly hurt but was more worried with the fact that Logan probably saw her as some sex freak now or something.
"Okay then," she replied quietly as she turned and headed to the shower once more. Logan could hear the hurt in her voice, so he reached out and grabbed the pool of sheet still on the ground next to his bed.
Max was pulling the sheet tighter around her shoulders as she headed to the shower, feeling more and more stupid with what she had just done, when suddenly she jerked to a stop. She turned around and saw Logan halfway out of the bed, pulled by her movement, but with a fierce grip on the sheet. He could tell she was looking at him again, as he could see the light in her eyes and the reflection of her teeth as a huge smile broke across her face. Max couldn't help but smile as she saw Logan hanging out of the bed, trying to push himself back in whilst continuing to grip the sheet. When he had finally got back into bed and was lying down again, still with the sheet in his hand, Max spoke.
"What exactly are you doing?" Max asked playfully. In response Logan started reeling her in with the sheet, and she didn't resist.
"I can always sleep when you're at work," he replied, smiling as Max finally reached the edge of the bed. He saw her teeth flash again in the darkness and the sheet was flung from her shoulders. Logan really wished that he could see in the dark at times like these, but still, the vague outline of Max's naked body was more amazing than anything he had imagined. Even more amazing than that was the sensation of it as she jumped on top of him; a sensation that was becoming a lot more recognised of late. Their lips met instantly. Now the sensations were no longer new, but that made them even more amazing, as familiar hands roamed her body. Logan could feel Max smiling uncontrollably as they kissed, which caused him to smile significantly as well.
A few hours later Max and Logan were lying together still in bed. Logan had his arm around Max's shoulders and was absently drawing small circles on her arm with his fingers. Max was huddled close to Logan, her leg over his, an arm around his upper body and her head once again firmly stuck to his chest, a large smile on her face. Her stomach burbled loudly, causing both of them to laugh.
"Suppose I better feed you," Logan said, addressing Max's belly.
"Yes please." He felt more than heard Max reply, as her head was still on his chest, and with her voice the enchanting vibrations ran through his body.
"Okay then, it's about breakfast time anyway. But shower first," Logan directed. He felt that he should be getting up, to act on his plan, but was too tired and happy with the position he was currently in. Max, on the other hand, hadn't eaten for over a day, so food was the most forward subject on her mind. She jumped to action, ripping her face from Logan's chest – resulting in more screaming on his behalf – and gathering the sheet around her again before she got out of bed. It was light now, so the desire to cover herself up in front of Logan had grown. She wasn't sure why; after all she had been rolling around naked with him for the past two days. This, however, was different for some reason, since Logan would be able to see her full body at a distance. Max didn't really care however, she figured it was because the heat had worn off – or more appropriately been eradicated – so she was feeling a little more self-conscious in front of him. She knew it was something she had to work on, which was a pleasant idea, since that meant this would be happening again. As Max walked over to the shower again with a peculiar smile on her face, and once more with the long sheet trailing behind her, Logan spoke.
"You have a nice long shower now, then I'll jump in quickly after. Then we can get you some food." Max turned her head and smiled at him, and continued on her way to the shower. She was hungry, but at the moment she just felt like having a nice long soak in the shower. She figured food could wait for a while. Logan, on the other hand, had plans.
As soon as Max closed the door to the bathroom, and he heard the water running he sprang to action, leaping out of bed and heading to the phone. He wasn't sure how to do this, since he hadn't done it for a very long time, but he knew it had to be done quickly. A few minutes later he had contacted whom he wanted, and was talking hurriedly and in a hushed voice.
"Okay, but you have to be quick. She'll be out of the shower in about 20 minutes. You got the address? Right. Okay, please be quick. Bye." Logan hung up the phone and nervously paced around the living room for a few moments, considering if what he had just done was the right thing. At the moment he had no other ideas, but that didn't make him feel any better.
Max was greatly enjoying her shower, letting the warm water cascade over her head and down her body. The water had a slight red tinge to it from all the cordial she had on herself, and this made her smile. She was sure that she heard Logan jump out of bed – since she had noticed it had a distinctive squeak in a particular place – and he was running around doing something. Max was forced to bite her lip when she thought about the squeak in Logan's bed, since it was still Logan's bed, not theirs or anything like that. Well, not yet.
Logan was still pacing around; worrying that Max wasn't going to stay in the shower for 10 minutes, let alone 20. All of a sudden an idea came to mind, which may be a little dicey, but Logan could see many positives in it.
Max was running her fingers through her now straight, but still tangled hair, when she heard the bathroom door opening.
"Logan?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," he responded awkwardly, and Max could tell he was nervous about being in here. What he said next took her completely by surprise.
"Thought I'd take you up on your earlier offer. Saves water and everything," he said, making up a lame excuse just to ease the pressure of the situation a little. Max was dumbstruck, she hadn't expected anything like this and suddenly a great nervousness settled in her stomach. Something she hadn't felt since a few days ago, when she asked Logan to 'help her out' when she was in heat. She tried to remain cool and calm but this lasted only a few seconds as she stuttered whilst speaking.
"O-Okay, then. Um… how we gonna do this?"
"Well in the traditional manner I suppose. I get in the shower… with you," Logan responded, he sounded a lot more relaxed than he felt. There was a slight pause, both of them standing uneasily on either side of the shower door, each of them able to see the blurred outline of the other through the corrugated glass. 'Okay, Max, you can do this. You've just been rolling around naked with this man for the last 30-something hours.' Max thought, taking short breaths and trying to psyche herself up. She didn't really know why, and was little annoyed that she should care so much what she looked like all of a sudden. Max could see Logan's hand coming up to the door handle, only to withdrawn at the last second. This happened a few times before Max finally got too frustrated with the situation and flung the door open herself.
"Come on, this is ridiculous," Max said, as she grabbed Logan's outstretched arm – he had been reaching for the handle again – and pulled him in the shower with her. Now that Logan was in the shower with her, she became a little shy again; and at this moment she didn't have all the hormones coursing through her body so she could just ignore it. Logan on the other hand had just been pulled through his barrier of anxiety, so decided to do the same for Max; hopefully. He approached her and placed his arms around her, picking up the soap from behind her. Logan rubbed the soap in between his hands for a while to develop a lather. After he had achieved a sufficient foam, he started to massage Max's back and shoulders. Max was feeling greatly relaxed now, and murmured in appreciation to Logan's touch.
"You're the dirty one, and look what you're doing. Getting me all sticky again," Max pointed out as she played a single finger across Logan's shoulder.
"Oh sorry," Logan responded, as he stepped back from Max, and brought the soap to his body, and started to clean all the red cordial off.
"You're doing it all wrong," she said, mock scoldingly as she grabbed the soap from Logan. He grinned like an idiot, as he realised what this meant.
"Let me show you," Max said, and started to rub the soap into Logan's chest and shoulders. When his upper body was covered in soap, he started to head towards the spray, to wash it off, but Max stopped him.
"Probably shouldn't waste soap either, it's pretty hard to come by," Max said coyly, as she wrapped her arms around Logan, rubbing herself against his soaped body. Logan had the sudden thought that this shower was now probably going to take a lot longer than the 20 minutes he had intended to stall her for. 'Oh well, at least we are out of bed,' he thought, smiling to himself, and for no real reason kissing Max on the cheek.
