Disclaimer: the usual stuff...
A/N: First of all thank you guys so much for all those nice reviews! This is really engouraging! We didn't know, so many of you were reading.
So we decided to give you some more-even if it's just a little filler while Max and Logan prepare to leave for San Francisco....We're not gonna say more. Except maybe that they are going to have a lot of fun there.... So enjoy this little bit and keep on reviewing!
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~9~
Coffee
When Max entered the motel room, Logan was just emerging from the bathroom.
"Max! Where have you been?! I've been worried. I woke up half an hour ago to find your bed empty!"
"Sorry, I couldn't stay still any longer. And I was starving . Here!" Max handed him the paper bag with the donut and the coffee. "I brought you something. Thought we better skip the motel breakfast."
Logan smiled, appeased already and reached for the bag eagerly.
"Careful!" Max exclaimed. "Don't spill the coffee!"
But it was too late. The coffee was already soaking through the paper bag and dripped onto Logan's pants. Logan quickly held out the bag over the floor and dropped it.
"Great!" he said holding up his hands who had gotten their share of coffee. "Now I can get changed again!" He hesitated for a second then let out a groan.
"Problem is, I don't have any fresh clothes. I really need to buy something as soon as we get there." He returned to the bathroom and tried to wash the stains out of the fabric of his pants.
Max stood there watching him through the open door for a while, feeling bad for not having forewarned him early enough, then picked up the dripping bag from the floor. She opened it and fingered for the donuts. One of them at least was still mostly dry. 'Better than nothing.' She thought, placing it with a napkin on the nightstand then carried the soaked bag over to the garbage bin trying to prevent further staining of the carpet.
"Shit! That's hot! "she exclaimed when the coffee dripped onto her hands. "You're okay?" she yelled out to Logan.
"Sure," came his answer from the bathroom door. "I'm just looking like I wet my pants, that's all. It's not like I feel anything..." he snapped.
Max rolled her eyes. 'Not exactly a morning person' she thought to herself.
"Whatever. I saved your donut here. " She pointed her finger towards the nightstand. Then she sat down on her bed, legs crossed in front of her.
Logan wheeled over and picked up the donut, his lips curving into a half smile. "No chocolate or icing?" he asked in mock indignation.
Max smiled. "You better make sure this one stays in. Then we can talk about something else."
"Yes, Ma'am." Logan nodded and took a small bite, waiting for the nausea to come back. When his stomach agreed, he took another bigger bite. "Sorry about last night again, Max. ..And thanks for...you know." He shrugged, a little embarrassed.
"No big dealio," Max stated "One could have expected that after you had been all drugged up." She untangled her legs and jumped up. "How's your shoulder anyway?"
Logan carefully moved his shoulder and flinched.
"Can I see it?" Max asked, gingerly touching his shoulder. Logan involuntarily backed away from her touch then raised his shirt with his left arm and pulled it over his head. Max carefully pulled the sleeve down his right arm.
"Oh shit!" she called out. The whole shoulder was swollen and there was a big bruise all around the joint and upper arm. "Doesn't that hurt?!"
Logan let out an ironic laugh. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't. But I've had worse. Really."
He reached for his shirt to put it back on. But Max stopped him. "Let me put some of that ointment on there."
"Max, it's okay, really." He suddenly felt uncomfortable with Max getting all soft and worried about him.
"Bling said you had to be careful with that! And you should put that bandage back on."
"...And how am I supposed to move the chair with my arm tied up again?...No way! ...And I'm not gonna have you push me around all day!" he added when he saw Max open her mouth.
Max sighed and reached for the ointment. "Okay then, let's apply this at least and then I'll put your shoulder in a loose bandage for a little stabilisation, okay!"
Logan reluctantly sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, surrendering to her. "Okay. Go ahead then."
Max shook her head. Why couldn't he just do what was good for him-without having to play tough? He had helped her so many times. Why couldn't he just let her do this for him in turn now?
She took a long streak of ointment and gently started to rub it into his shoulder and arm. Logan involuntarily leaned into her touch. Max suddenly felt the urge to put her arms around him like she had done back in the apartment. He seemed so tense and exhausted.
"Mhhh, I could get used to this," Logan's words brought her back to reality. Feeling like he had caught her thinking a thought she wasn't supposed to be thinking, she straightened up quickly and stepped away from him.
"We should really get going now, don't you think?" She reached for his shirt and threw it on his lap. Logan reached for it a little confused then sighed and put it back on again. "Yeah, right. Better get going."
TBC...
Soooo..what do you think? We know which direction you'd like this to be going. But you just got to be patient. And follow them along. ...Who knows....maybe, when the time's right, something will happen...
A/N: First of all thank you guys so much for all those nice reviews! This is really engouraging! We didn't know, so many of you were reading.
So we decided to give you some more-even if it's just a little filler while Max and Logan prepare to leave for San Francisco....We're not gonna say more. Except maybe that they are going to have a lot of fun there.... So enjoy this little bit and keep on reviewing!
__________________________________________________________________________________________
~9~
Coffee
When Max entered the motel room, Logan was just emerging from the bathroom.
"Max! Where have you been?! I've been worried. I woke up half an hour ago to find your bed empty!"
"Sorry, I couldn't stay still any longer. And I was starving . Here!" Max handed him the paper bag with the donut and the coffee. "I brought you something. Thought we better skip the motel breakfast."
Logan smiled, appeased already and reached for the bag eagerly.
"Careful!" Max exclaimed. "Don't spill the coffee!"
But it was too late. The coffee was already soaking through the paper bag and dripped onto Logan's pants. Logan quickly held out the bag over the floor and dropped it.
"Great!" he said holding up his hands who had gotten their share of coffee. "Now I can get changed again!" He hesitated for a second then let out a groan.
"Problem is, I don't have any fresh clothes. I really need to buy something as soon as we get there." He returned to the bathroom and tried to wash the stains out of the fabric of his pants.
Max stood there watching him through the open door for a while, feeling bad for not having forewarned him early enough, then picked up the dripping bag from the floor. She opened it and fingered for the donuts. One of them at least was still mostly dry. 'Better than nothing.' She thought, placing it with a napkin on the nightstand then carried the soaked bag over to the garbage bin trying to prevent further staining of the carpet.
"Shit! That's hot! "she exclaimed when the coffee dripped onto her hands. "You're okay?" she yelled out to Logan.
"Sure," came his answer from the bathroom door. "I'm just looking like I wet my pants, that's all. It's not like I feel anything..." he snapped.
Max rolled her eyes. 'Not exactly a morning person' she thought to herself.
"Whatever. I saved your donut here. " She pointed her finger towards the nightstand. Then she sat down on her bed, legs crossed in front of her.
Logan wheeled over and picked up the donut, his lips curving into a half smile. "No chocolate or icing?" he asked in mock indignation.
Max smiled. "You better make sure this one stays in. Then we can talk about something else."
"Yes, Ma'am." Logan nodded and took a small bite, waiting for the nausea to come back. When his stomach agreed, he took another bigger bite. "Sorry about last night again, Max. ..And thanks for...you know." He shrugged, a little embarrassed.
"No big dealio," Max stated "One could have expected that after you had been all drugged up." She untangled her legs and jumped up. "How's your shoulder anyway?"
Logan carefully moved his shoulder and flinched.
"Can I see it?" Max asked, gingerly touching his shoulder. Logan involuntarily backed away from her touch then raised his shirt with his left arm and pulled it over his head. Max carefully pulled the sleeve down his right arm.
"Oh shit!" she called out. The whole shoulder was swollen and there was a big bruise all around the joint and upper arm. "Doesn't that hurt?!"
Logan let out an ironic laugh. "I'd be lying if I said it didn't. But I've had worse. Really."
He reached for his shirt to put it back on. But Max stopped him. "Let me put some of that ointment on there."
"Max, it's okay, really." He suddenly felt uncomfortable with Max getting all soft and worried about him.
"Bling said you had to be careful with that! And you should put that bandage back on."
"...And how am I supposed to move the chair with my arm tied up again?...No way! ...And I'm not gonna have you push me around all day!" he added when he saw Max open her mouth.
Max sighed and reached for the ointment. "Okay then, let's apply this at least and then I'll put your shoulder in a loose bandage for a little stabilisation, okay!"
Logan reluctantly sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, surrendering to her. "Okay. Go ahead then."
Max shook her head. Why couldn't he just do what was good for him-without having to play tough? He had helped her so many times. Why couldn't he just let her do this for him in turn now?
She took a long streak of ointment and gently started to rub it into his shoulder and arm. Logan involuntarily leaned into her touch. Max suddenly felt the urge to put her arms around him like she had done back in the apartment. He seemed so tense and exhausted.
"Mhhh, I could get used to this," Logan's words brought her back to reality. Feeling like he had caught her thinking a thought she wasn't supposed to be thinking, she straightened up quickly and stepped away from him.
"We should really get going now, don't you think?" She reached for his shirt and threw it on his lap. Logan reached for it a little confused then sighed and put it back on again. "Yeah, right. Better get going."
TBC...
Soooo..what do you think? We know which direction you'd like this to be going. But you just got to be patient. And follow them along. ...Who knows....maybe, when the time's right, something will happen...