AN: The song I'm using is Dancing in the Moonlight Van Morrison's version.
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Dancing in the Moonlight
Chapter 1 Oct 13, 2022
A soft October moon illuminated the remains of a party. A few balloons still floated halfheartedly; confetti and rose petals were all over the floor. The two remaining occupants of the room sat on the couch, surveying the damage. Logan loosened his tie and sat deeper into the couch, a glass of champagne in his hand. Max sat beside him. She wore an ivory dress that set her golden skin off to perfection. She looked with wonder at the small golden band on her left hand.
"We did it," she said, wonder in her voice.
Logan looked at her and smiled. "Yep... there's no going back now," he said as he surveyed a matching band on his own hand. "Looks good, don't you think?"
"Yeah, it does. Much better than getting married on the sly." Max grinned a little as she looked at her new husband.
"Then I won't be a public humiliation to you?" he teased gently.
"Hardly," she replied. Looking at her ring again, "I guess this means I belong to you."
Logan took her hand in his and said seriously, "Max you don't belong to me. I didn't buy you. All I have of you is what you give me. Partners by choice, remember?"
Max looked up at Logan, tears bright in her eyes. "You have my heart, and I have yours. I promise I'll keep it safe." Logan put his arms around Max and pulled her close. She leaned into him, put her head on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart.
"You know I love you more than life. I almost lost you so many times; now to have you here in my arms as my wife... it's indescribable," Logan said.
After several moments Logan began to speak softly. "I always wanted the kind of love my parents had. As long as they were together the world didn't matter; they had each other. I think I may have found that love." He bent down and kissed the top of Max's head.
"Logan tell me about your parents."
Logan looked down at Max and smiled then he set his glass of champagne on the table. "Where to start...well my parents loved each other. It didn't matter what they were doing; they were always together. I used to sneak out of bed when I was little and watch them from the landing. I would fall asleep watching them and would wake up in my dad's arms as he carried me back to bed. They would tuck me in and wait until I went to sleep. They loved to dance with each other. Dancing was their romance; nothing could come between them when they were dancing, no care or worry. Once Mom saw me watching and I thought I was in trouble." Logan smiled ruefully at the memory and looked down at his hands, turning the gold band on his finger. "Mom grabbed me up in her arms and brought me downstairs and the three of us danced together. It's one of the best memories I have of my parents."
"I've wanted to dance that was with the woman I loved since I was a child. Max you are that woman." He got up from the couch and went over to the stereo. He rifled through some CDs and found one in the very back that was unlabeled. He put it into the player and reached out to Max. He sang to her slightly off key ~~"when that moon gets big and bright, it's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancing in the moon light."~~
Max smiled in delight, took Logan's outstretched hand and stood up. He pulled her to him and Max expected an embrace, but he pushed her away. He pulled her to him again, into an embrace. He continued singing ~~ "dancing in he moonlight"~~ to her as he twirled her around him and then pushed her away. Max, realizing what he was doing, joined into the dance joyously. Together they swirled and dipped came together and fell apart. The silver moon shone into the room bathing them in silver sparkles as they danced.
Eventually the dance slowed. Together, they moved in each other's arms. Logan looked down at Max. He tilted her head, then bent down and kissed her. The kiss was tender, almost reverential. It spoke of love, hope and joy, a joy, that had eluded him most of his life, now found in the simple embrace of the woman he loved with every fiber of his being. He smiled at Max, then swept her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
They undressed one another exploring, kissing, touching. Each touch was a sacrament, binding them together. They had made love before, but this was different, now they were married. They made love throughout the night losing themselves in each other. Exploring each other with touch and taste, they lost them selves in the exploration. Finally they slept, their bodies and hearts entwined.
Max awakened just before dawn and looked down on her sleeping husband. "Husband," she whispered to herself enjoying the sound of it. Looking at Logan, Max noticed a peacefulness in his face that wasn't usually there. She bent down and kissed him lightly. He gave a contented grunt and pulled her into his arms without ever waking up. Max just smiled and snuggled deep into Logan's arms, content to stay as long as he wanted her to.
Logan awakened to the sun shining in his face. "Hey where did the sun come from?" he asked looking around for Max.
"Hey lazybones, you finally wake up?" Max asked as she sauntered back in the room with a glass of milk in her hand.
"There you are. Where did you go?" he asked.
"I was starved. Couldn't wait around for you or I would have died," she retorted flopping down on the bed.
Logan used the opportunity to pounce on her. He made a raspberry on her exposed stomach and then began to tickle her. Milk flew everywhere as Max squealed and squirmed away. Logan looked at Max owlishly, his face covered in milk. "Okay, I could have planned that better," he said. They looked at each other and cracked up.
Later after they had cleaned up and had breakfast Logan said, "We need to visit the Cale family lawyer today."
Max turned to him, raising her eyebrows. "The family lawyer?"
"Yeah," said Logan, slightly embarrassed. "We have to go and talk to Harold about things. He'll bloviate for a while, we'll sign some papers and we'll leave.
"What kind of papers?" Max asked suspiciously.
"I need to settle my will and include you in my estate. You're a Cale now with all that entails, Max. Cale Industries is making a comeback and I have my mother's trust. In another year I'll have Cale Enterprises to control. Bennett has also seen fit to make me the chairman of the Cale Charity foundation just so he can keep track of me. Max you are a very rich woman now."
Max looked at Logan for a moment stunned. "Wow...I guess I didn't realize what I was getting into... me, rich. Imagine that. You know what, Logan, we can go see that lawyer of yours, but I would have loved you if you lived under a bridge. I love you not money, Logan."
"I know Max."
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Hours later, Logan escorted Max from the offices of Wainwright, Smith and Miller.
"Wow, you were right, it was boring," Max, said.
"Well, Harold has been our lawyer since before I was born, so I have to cut him some slack." Logan said, smiling.
As they walked away they didn't notice the man standing in a nearby doorway. He quickly took out a camera and snapped several pictures before walking away.
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Dancing in the Moonlight
Chapter 1 Oct 13, 2022
A soft October moon illuminated the remains of a party. A few balloons still floated halfheartedly; confetti and rose petals were all over the floor. The two remaining occupants of the room sat on the couch, surveying the damage. Logan loosened his tie and sat deeper into the couch, a glass of champagne in his hand. Max sat beside him. She wore an ivory dress that set her golden skin off to perfection. She looked with wonder at the small golden band on her left hand.
"We did it," she said, wonder in her voice.
Logan looked at her and smiled. "Yep... there's no going back now," he said as he surveyed a matching band on his own hand. "Looks good, don't you think?"
"Yeah, it does. Much better than getting married on the sly." Max grinned a little as she looked at her new husband.
"Then I won't be a public humiliation to you?" he teased gently.
"Hardly," she replied. Looking at her ring again, "I guess this means I belong to you."
Logan took her hand in his and said seriously, "Max you don't belong to me. I didn't buy you. All I have of you is what you give me. Partners by choice, remember?"
Max looked up at Logan, tears bright in her eyes. "You have my heart, and I have yours. I promise I'll keep it safe." Logan put his arms around Max and pulled her close. She leaned into him, put her head on his chest and listened to the beating of his heart.
"You know I love you more than life. I almost lost you so many times; now to have you here in my arms as my wife... it's indescribable," Logan said.
After several moments Logan began to speak softly. "I always wanted the kind of love my parents had. As long as they were together the world didn't matter; they had each other. I think I may have found that love." He bent down and kissed the top of Max's head.
"Logan tell me about your parents."
Logan looked down at Max and smiled then he set his glass of champagne on the table. "Where to start...well my parents loved each other. It didn't matter what they were doing; they were always together. I used to sneak out of bed when I was little and watch them from the landing. I would fall asleep watching them and would wake up in my dad's arms as he carried me back to bed. They would tuck me in and wait until I went to sleep. They loved to dance with each other. Dancing was their romance; nothing could come between them when they were dancing, no care or worry. Once Mom saw me watching and I thought I was in trouble." Logan smiled ruefully at the memory and looked down at his hands, turning the gold band on his finger. "Mom grabbed me up in her arms and brought me downstairs and the three of us danced together. It's one of the best memories I have of my parents."
"I've wanted to dance that was with the woman I loved since I was a child. Max you are that woman." He got up from the couch and went over to the stereo. He rifled through some CDs and found one in the very back that was unlabeled. He put it into the player and reached out to Max. He sang to her slightly off key ~~"when that moon gets big and bright, it's a supernatural delight, everybody was dancing in the moon light."~~
Max smiled in delight, took Logan's outstretched hand and stood up. He pulled her to him and Max expected an embrace, but he pushed her away. He pulled her to him again, into an embrace. He continued singing ~~ "dancing in he moonlight"~~ to her as he twirled her around him and then pushed her away. Max, realizing what he was doing, joined into the dance joyously. Together they swirled and dipped came together and fell apart. The silver moon shone into the room bathing them in silver sparkles as they danced.
Eventually the dance slowed. Together, they moved in each other's arms. Logan looked down at Max. He tilted her head, then bent down and kissed her. The kiss was tender, almost reverential. It spoke of love, hope and joy, a joy, that had eluded him most of his life, now found in the simple embrace of the woman he loved with every fiber of his being. He smiled at Max, then swept her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
They undressed one another exploring, kissing, touching. Each touch was a sacrament, binding them together. They had made love before, but this was different, now they were married. They made love throughout the night losing themselves in each other. Exploring each other with touch and taste, they lost them selves in the exploration. Finally they slept, their bodies and hearts entwined.
Max awakened just before dawn and looked down on her sleeping husband. "Husband," she whispered to herself enjoying the sound of it. Looking at Logan, Max noticed a peacefulness in his face that wasn't usually there. She bent down and kissed him lightly. He gave a contented grunt and pulled her into his arms without ever waking up. Max just smiled and snuggled deep into Logan's arms, content to stay as long as he wanted her to.
Logan awakened to the sun shining in his face. "Hey where did the sun come from?" he asked looking around for Max.
"Hey lazybones, you finally wake up?" Max asked as she sauntered back in the room with a glass of milk in her hand.
"There you are. Where did you go?" he asked.
"I was starved. Couldn't wait around for you or I would have died," she retorted flopping down on the bed.
Logan used the opportunity to pounce on her. He made a raspberry on her exposed stomach and then began to tickle her. Milk flew everywhere as Max squealed and squirmed away. Logan looked at Max owlishly, his face covered in milk. "Okay, I could have planned that better," he said. They looked at each other and cracked up.
Later after they had cleaned up and had breakfast Logan said, "We need to visit the Cale family lawyer today."
Max turned to him, raising her eyebrows. "The family lawyer?"
"Yeah," said Logan, slightly embarrassed. "We have to go and talk to Harold about things. He'll bloviate for a while, we'll sign some papers and we'll leave.
"What kind of papers?" Max asked suspiciously.
"I need to settle my will and include you in my estate. You're a Cale now with all that entails, Max. Cale Industries is making a comeback and I have my mother's trust. In another year I'll have Cale Enterprises to control. Bennett has also seen fit to make me the chairman of the Cale Charity foundation just so he can keep track of me. Max you are a very rich woman now."
Max looked at Logan for a moment stunned. "Wow...I guess I didn't realize what I was getting into... me, rich. Imagine that. You know what, Logan, we can go see that lawyer of yours, but I would have loved you if you lived under a bridge. I love you not money, Logan."
"I know Max."
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Hours later, Logan escorted Max from the offices of Wainwright, Smith and Miller.
"Wow, you were right, it was boring," Max, said.
"Well, Harold has been our lawyer since before I was born, so I have to cut him some slack." Logan said, smiling.
As they walked away they didn't notice the man standing in a nearby doorway. He quickly took out a camera and snapped several pictures before walking away.