Hormones
By: lfbrox
Rating: R (bordering on something else – so don't read it if you are easily offended)
Timeframe: A couple of month after Freak Nation. Logan can of course walk (still)
AN: Alrighty. Here it is. Finally. Max and Logan alone in a shabby hotel room with a lot of time on their hands. I hope you like it and keep in mind that there is always the next chapter. I tried to give you in this chapter some SML paired with some emotions that are hopefully not too sappy. I hope it works for you because I kept you waiting for so long. Big thanks go to sammi for being my beta for my first action chapter ever to be beta-ed. I guess you deserve the title of "be ta best beta ever" J (Am I getting a little silly here???)
So folks, as the story nears it's end I hope you enjoy reading it.
Chapter 14: Perfection at the 'First Stop Inn'
…"Let's have that shower first," Max said huskily. "I doubt the standing up thing will work for us tonight."
Logan just smiled as she dragged him over to the shower…
'First Stop Inn' Motel:
"LOGAN!" Max yelled. Having helped Logan into the shower and turned her back to him to adjust the water temperature, Max found that he couldn't keep his hands off her.
"What?" Logan answered innocently, not taking his hands off her slender, wet form.
"Let's wash this dirt off and then we can move to the bed. I have to check on your leg before anything even remotely close to what is going on in your head is going to happen." Max answered, turning around to face him. She grabbed his hands and dragged them away from her body, not trusting him or herself.
The moment Max let go of his hands, Logan winced in pain and started to fall. She hadn't realized, that, even though his motives for touching her were far from innocent, he still needed her to support him. Reacting on instinct, she quickly stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him to keep him from falling.
Logan took the opportunity to also wrap his arms around her and pull her even closer. This time not because he needed her to balance him – she had him pretty balanced with her grip – but because he needed her close.
"Now look who can't keep her hands to herself." Logan teased, running his hands down her back until he reached her ass, which he squeezed gently. Max felt a sudden rush of heat spreading through her entire body, but she recovered quickly and detangled herself from him, making sure to keep a hand on his shoulder to support him.
"Logan. I'm serious. Your leg is pretty badly wounded. Let me take a look at it and then we can play, okay?" Despite her intention of staying serious, Max couldn't help smiling at the fact that they would be playing later on.
"So you gonna play the nurse?" Logan asked in a playful tone as he watched Max spread the cheap motel soap bar over her body.
"Yep. And you better be a good patient." Max warned as she started to rub the soap over his body.
"Are you gonna wear a uniform?" Logan tried to tease, but the question came out quite shaky and strangled – Max had bent down and was now washing his legs. Max grinned at his reaction. It always amazed her how much power she had over him – the evidence of their banter at her eye level.
"Unfortunately we don't have any clean clothes Logan. And I doubt that our accommodations for the night offer nice, fluffy bathrobes." Max stood up and rinsed her hair under the hot spray of the water, continuing to speak with her eyes closed. "So no. No uniform. I guess we both will be butt naked." She was enjoying their banter and the hot water, both making her feel relaxed instantly. But she didn't need to have her eyes open to feel Logan's reaction to her last statement.
He gulped and automatically stepped closer to Max. He had always had a blossoming fantasy, and the mere thought of a naked Max playing the nurse for him was too much for him. He grabbed her hips and took another step towards her. This time Max knew better than to push his hands away from her body and have him tumble onto the shower floor. She wrapped one arm around his waist, gave him a quick peck on the lips and pulled him further under the water spray to get the soap out of his hair.
Logan amused himself with nibbling her ear, licking the crook of her neck and gently biting her shoulder, while Max tried to act unaffected by his ministrations and finish cleaning the rest of their bodies. Then she reached behind her and turned the slowly cooling water off.
As neither the lack of running water nor the quickly cooling air seemed to distract Logan from his mission of driving Max mad with want and desire, she firmly patted his shoulder.
"Ahm, Logan?" she started with a shaky voice, fully aware of the state Logan was in.
"Hmmm?" Logan mumbled into her neck.
"We're done. Let's get out." Max forced out, unable to hide her desire anymore.
He didn't move, so she softly pushed him away from her. When he felt cool air between their bodies, he seemed to snap out of his haze and realize that the shower was over. Looking forward to what was to come next, he pulled Max toward the shower door. "Come on. Let's go." He said, rushed.
Max just rolled her eyes at his hormone dazed, one track mind and followed him closely as he hopped on his good leg towards the bed.
Sunbury:
The sun was slowly coming up, creating a peaceful atmosphere. The air on this early morning was fresh and cool. Not a sound could be heard as Syl, Alec, Mole and a very tired and exhausted Clemente stood and admired their work. The military monster of a helicopter was fully covered with tree branches, leaves and bushes.
"If I didn't know that underneath that pile of nature is a black helicopter from a deadly, undercover government military force, then all I would see is a beautiful creation of nature." Alec said, satisfied.
"Yeah. I agree. Looks good." Syl replied. They were all tired and exhausted. Unlike Max they didn't have shark DNA in their cocktail, so they did need to sleep.
"Now what?" Clemente interrupted the peaceful silence.
"We're gonna head into the city. Find a secure phone and alarm the folks at home. Then I propose that we all catch some sleep." Alec said and started to walk towards the forest. The others followed.
"Okay. Lay down." Max ordered as soon as she walked into the bedroom. Obediently, and with a huge grin plastered on his face, he pulled down the covers and stretched out on the bed.
Max walked back to the bathroom and came out a second later wearing the t-shirt she had previously stolen. Logan sat up immediately and stared at her.
"Hey. What's with the shirt?" He whined.
"Lay back down" Max said strictly.
"But…" was all Logan got out before Max pushed him gently back down on the bed.
"Logan. I'm gonna take a look at your leg now. You need to tell me where it hurts the most so I can ascertain where you fractured your leg." Max said and climbed on the bed next to Logan's leg.
"But the shirt…", Logan asked yet again, not fully satisfied with the arrangements.
"If I sit here playing doctor butt naked, I highly doubt that you would be able to focus enough on your pain to tell me where it hurts. So let's get this over with and the shirt goes again. Okay?"
"Okay,", Logan replied, a little more satisfied.
Max gently moved her hands over his leg to check if she could feel any broken bones pushing into the skin. But she found nothing unusual and was relieved – they couldn't afford to get Logan into a hospital for surgery now, not with a government agency on their ass. Starting mid-thigh, she moved slowly down his leg, squeezing gently. When she was just below the kneecap Logan winced and jumped up slightly.
"Ouwww!", Logan yelped and automatically sat up in bed, staring at Max in surprise. "I think I would have felt that even if you were sitting naked on the bed."
"Sorry baby. I tried to be gentle" Max said softly and gently stroked his bruised leg just below his knee.
"So what's the diagnosis doc?" Logan asked, settling back down and watching her inspect his leg. It looked kinda funny. He was lying there butt naked and this beautiful woman was hovering over his leg like she didn't even notice him being naked and, despite the pain, still more than a little aroused. But he wasn't embarrassed at all. He and Max had spent a good amount of time naked together so it was too late to start with modesty right now. And he intended to spend even more time naked with her and hoped the diagnosis for his leg wouldn't turn out to be too bad.
"Well, Mr. Cale," Max started in a serious Sam-Carr-like tone, while still rubbing his leg. "It's not a compound fracture since the skin isn't broken. But it looks like you broke your tibia, and possibly also your fibula." Max mused. While she had had basic medical training at Manticore they had never really covered broken bones, as X5's had pain thresholds and rapid healing abilities, making it unnecessary to treat them. So she wasn't 100% sure which bone was broken without seeing an X-ray.
"And that means?" Logan asked, confused.
"The tibia is your shinbone", Max said and, for explanation purposes, ran her finger gently over Logan's unbroken shinbone "It supports your body's weight. The fibula runs alongside the tibia below the knee and it's on the outer side of your leg." Max further explained while Logan watched her finger play over his leg.
"So how do we handle it?" Logan asked.
"Well, from what I can tell you don't need surgery. Looks like a clean cut. We have to immobilize your leg, you need to rest it, we need an ice pack to cool it and reduce the swelling. We also need to keep your leg elevated on pillows, that'll also help decrease the swelling. If you only broke the fibula shaft you will need some crutches to walk with while it heals. If you also broke your shinbone, then we'll need to immobilize your leg with a long-leg cast so you can start moving again." Max finished, having told him everything she knew about broken bones.
Logan frowned. "So no more crawling through dirty water trenches anytime soon I suppose?" He joked and received a light slap on his healthy leg as an answer.
"Well, I don't know where I can get my hands on a long-leg cast or crutches right now, but you won't be moving for a while anyway, so we can worry about that later. Let's prop your leg up, cool it and hold it still. That should do it for now." Max said and went to the bathroom to put her pants on, leaving Logan alone on the bed wondering what she was up to.
When she came back from the bathroom, pants on, tying her shoes, he sat up again with a shocked expression on his face. "Okay. That's it. I agreed to you wearing a shirt but what is it with you putting on more and more clothes?"
Max had to grin at how cute Logan looked and sounded. She went over to him and sat down on the edge of the bed right next to him. "I'm gonna get some ice from the ice machine," she kissed him lightly, "then I'm gonna prop your leg up securely and immobilize it," kiss, "then put some ice on it," kiss, "and then…" Max kissed him again, more passionately this time, letting her tongue slip into Logan's mouth. After a few seconds she reluctantly ended the kiss. "And then we can play some more." She forced herself to let go of Logan and get up and move towards the door.
"And between all of this, when will those nasty clothes come off?" Logan asked and leaned back on the bed propped on his elbows with a mischievous gin on his face.
"As soon as I walk back through this door." Max replied with an equally mischievous grin, grabbed the ice bucket from the table and walked outside to find the ice machine.
Logan lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling with a satisfied grin on his face. Of course this trip hadn't turned out like he had planned, but it wasn't supposed to be a fun, pleasurable trip in the first place. But he had still hoped for some time alone with Max. Well, now he had it. He hadn't planned on the broken leg, or the shabby Motel. Or being separated from the rest of the team, hunted by Manticore helicopters trying to capture his girlfriend. Or being stuck in a town in Canada with no plan for getting back into the States. But he supposed life would never be perfect for them. What was perfection anyway? The best possible state, the highest point attainable. In a way he was a perfectionist by definition: A person who is satisfied with nothing less than what he thinks to be perfect.
Max was perfect to him. What they had together was perfect to him and for him. He loved her so much and he would not trade what they had and what they were for anything, even what other people might consider to be perfect. Because it wouldn't be perfect for them. A nice little house with a white picket fence and a back yard. A dog, steady nine-to-five jobs and 2.5 kids. That wasn't Max, and it wasn't him either. Maybe one day if things have cooled down they would be able to have a more normal and regular life. Maybe. But it would be their kind of a normal life. And it would be perfect for them.
All he wanted to do right now was to forget about his aching leg and his sore muscles and his exhaustion and wrap his arms around a naked Max and kiss her senseless. Kiss her and touch her and see what she would allow him to do without disobeying doctor's orders to rest, relax and stay immobile. He had to grin picturing him begging for sex and Max trying to stop him while still under the influence of her heat. His grin grew even wider picturing this.
That's how Max found him when she walked back into the room. Staring at the ceiling and grinning like an idiot.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Max interrupted his naughty musings, looking at him with an amused expression. She really loved this man. Here he was. Stuck with her in a shabby motel with a fractured leg, no clothes and a military task force on his ass and he still looked like the most satisfied man in the world.
"Why don't you come over and I'll show you." Logan replied, returning her loving gaze.
"Let me take care of that leg first. Then I will let you show me anything you want." Max replied and swayed towards the bed with the ice bucket in her hand.
"Stop!" Logan almost yelled.
Max stopped abruptly, dropped the bucket of ice, fell into a fighting stance and turned around to see who was behind her. When she saw nothing she turned around to Logan, who had an expression on his face that was a cross between guilty and amused.
"What Logan?" A confused Max asked.
"Well, you have walked through that door…" Logan said sheepishly.
"What??" Max asked again, this time a little more confused. Of course she had walked through that door. How else would she be in the room right now? Then it hit her.
"Ohhhhh…" she walked back to the door, locked it, and then turned around to face him again.
He settled back down on the bed, eager to see what was bound to happen next. Max kicked off her shoes in a quite unsexy manner. But then again. How do you remove shoes in a sexy way? Next she untucked her shirt and slowly started to lift it upwards, holding Logan's intense gaze, filled with love and passion, at the same time.
She wasn't wearing a bra, and as her shirt moved past her breasts Logan had to stare. His gaze was fixed on her perfect breasts and he had to swallow hard as the heat rose in him and his blood rushed quickly south. Pleased with the reaction she got, Max slowly removed the shirt completely, and threw it on the floor. She then sensually moved her hands down her torso, softly circling her breasts and moving them down her flat stomach down to the button of her borrowed jeans. Logan was entranced as his eyes followed the downward path of her hands. He wished it was his hands on her, but watching Max touch herself was almost as arousing as touching her himself.
She slowly unbuttoned the jeans, before pushing them down her lean legs tortuously slowly. She heard Logan's sharp intake of breath when he noticed she wasn't wearing any underwear. She swore she could almost feel his eyes move over her body. And she just stood there and let his eyes feast on her beauty. His eyes slowly traveled up her legs. He exhaled loudly, and unconsciously licked his lips when his eyes reached her womanhood, which sent a shiver through her body. His eyes moved further up her body, stopping momentarily to enjoy her perfect navel then moved up to feast on her perfect breasts. Her nipples were already hard and he could almost taste them, almost felt the texture against his tongue. He noticed her heavy breathing and it exited him immensely that it was he who had done this to her.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his eyes met hers again. Beautiful brown eyes met baby blue's. They didn't have to say anything. It was all there. No restraints. No walls. Everything they felt, everything they wanted, was visible in the depth of their eyes.
"Come here." Logan said, voice husky with need and desire for her.
Max slowly moved away from the door. Swaying her hips and holding his gaze. Even though he stared into her eyes willing her closer and closer, he was acutely aware of what her hips were doing, how her body moved. It seemed like a lifetime for both of them, before Max finally reached the bed and sank into Logan's waiting arms.
He didn't waste any time once he felt her settling down next to him, wrapping his arms around her and capturing her lips in a kiss that topped any previous kiss they had shared. Full of intensity, need, greediness, desire, lust and love. It was a hungry kiss, a loud kiss, a very wet kiss. A kiss that screamed for more. Max's hands ran up and down Logan's back, eventually coming to fist in his hair as he caressed her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Logan pressed her against his chest and couldn't hold back the primal groan that escaped his throat at feeling her naked breasts and erect nipples against his bare chest. But the pressure of her against him wasn't even close to enough for him. He needed more. Needed closer contact. He rolled on top of her and pressed his whole body against hers. The movement would probably have hurt like hell…if he could feel it, but he couldn't. All the nerve endings in his body were already occupied spreading immense waves of pleasure throughout his body.
Only when Max's knee bumped against his in order to pull him even closer to her did he wince in pain. Max quickly – but carefully – turned them over so Logan lay back on his back and she straddled his hips. He didn't object, sitting up to finally – after imagining tasting her skin and feeling the texture of her nipples against his tongue for long minutes now – cover her breast with his mouth. She gasped at the surprising, yet very welcome assault and arched her back to increase the intensity of the contact.
He bit, sucked and licked. He would never get enough of this sweet pleasure – and neither would Max. She grabbed hold of his head and moved it to her other breast. She wanted his mouth everywhere at once but settled for the pleasure of moving his mouth over her body as she liked – and he certainly didn't object.
She could feel his hardness on the inside of her thigh and while he pleasured her with that wonderful mouth of his she decided to give some pleasure back, inching closer to his erection and circling her hips erotically, making him moan loudly. Max was in heaven. She never wanted it to stop. But right now, while still in heat, she needed more. She grabbed his head and forced it away from her breast, leaning in for a serious kiss that left them both breathless.
But she still needed more. Needed him right now so badly that in a split coherent second she convinced herself that as long as they stayed in that position Logan's leg would be fine. She could take care of it later. There was no way she could stop right now. She lifted herself up so she was kneeling right above his immense erection, then broke the kiss.
"Logan…" she rasped out in the second her lips left his, before returning to his mouth to continue the earth shattering kiss.
Logan knew what she wanted. Felt her urgency because it mirrored his own. He couldn't wait to feel her wrapped around him and he wouldn't deny it to her. He grabbed her hips and, with aggressiveness he didn't know he possessed, pushed her down onto his aching shaft.
The intensity of their joining took their breath away, forcing them to break the kiss. Instead of leaning straight back in for another kiss, Max started to slowly circle her hips, holding his head in both hands and touching her forehead to his forehead and staring into his eyes. She wanted to see his every reaction to her movements. Wanted to see what it did to him, wanted to see what he needed from her.
She slowly rocked on him, enjoying the feeling of him filling her to the brim. He had his hands were firmly on her hips guiding her in her movements, showing her exactly what he needed and searching her face for what she needed. He loved having sex with her, loved how she reacted. Loved how she gave everything she got and loved to watch her coming undone with what she received. Sex had always been something he had done to satisfy his needs, sate his desire. But with Max it was different. Giving her the pleasure she wanted was the most satisfying experience in his world for him. It was the most stimulating thing to see her in ecstasy and knowing it was he who did this to her. This was perfect. His definition of perfect that he, Logan Cale man of letters, couldn't put into words, no matter how much he tried.
The slow rocking and circling of hips was enchanting, but Max needed more. She removed her hands from where they were wrapped around his head and moved them to his muscular shoulders. She leaned forward for a quick passionate kiss. Then she applied pressure to his shoulders, pushing him down towards the mattress. He hated watching her lips move away, and hated the feel of her breasts leaving his chest, but he obliged and settled down, resting his head against a pillow and staring up at her in awe. God she was beautiful.
Satisfied that now she had all the room she wanted to play, she slowly lifted herself up until only the tip of his cock was inside her. Then with a loud moan that could have woken the dead she slid forcefully back down onto him. Logan's eyes closed with the pure pleasure of having the most beautiful woman on this planet – and quiet certainly any other planet that existed – riding him so well.
Max picked up her movements and settled into a steady pace, moving up and down on him hard and fast. Logan forced himself to open his eyes to watch her, see her pleasure, and he wanted her to see his. His hands moved to her hips, not to guides her movements but to feel them. Max moved her hands over his muscular chest. She could feel his muscles ripple underneath her touch; she could feel the intensity of his pleasure rise whenever she changed her angle of penetration. A fine sheen of sweat had started to form on his skin, which only added definition to his well sculptured body. She could see the muscles in his arms tense whenever she rose and could hear the groans whenever she sank down on him again.
She wanted it to last forever, but her screwed up hormones forced her to move faster, to slam down on him that much harder, striving for the release she knew was close. He wanted to sit back up and feast on her breasts, to feel her closer, but the sight in front of him mesmerized him. She wanted him to turn her over and plunge into her as hard and as fast as he could, but she knew that that would have to wait until later, until his leg is healed. It was perfect as it was. Him and her and their never-ending lust for one another.
They could usuallydrag out their love making by slowing down when got too close to nirvana, but tonight – or this morning – they couldn't hold on any longer. Max's movements became erratic and Logan gripped her hips firmly and guided her, encouraging her movements. Max sank down on him a few more times before she reached the point of no return. Logan felt the same and couldn't help sitting up to bring his mouth to her parted lips. They kissed hungrily as the last shreds of control left them both. One last hard stroke was all it took for Max to reach an earth-shattering climax. She clutched Logan to her, breaking the kiss to let out a scream of pleasure that she just couldn't hold in. The feeling of her clenching hard around him and hearing her scream while having her sweaty body pressed close to him forced Logan to let go himself and he emptied himself inside her with an intensity he had never experienced before.
After long seconds of climaxing he collapsed back down on the mattress, taking Max with him. They were breathing heavily; their hearts were pounding like jackhammers. Max enjoyed this moment more than she would ever admit. There. Them. Exhausted and sated after the best sex ever. It never ceased to amaze her that every time she lay in his arms in the aftermath of their passion she felt like it was the best sex ever. Maybe because it was always the best sex ever.
Max rested on top of Logan – exhausted. Logan wanted to turn them on their sides and cuddle her in his arms for the rest of the night, but he knew his leg wouldn't agree with that. So he wrapped his arms around her possessively and allowed the exhaustion of the best sex ever and the events of the past 36 hours take him to sleep.
Max felt a surge of delight at Logan's possessiveness, and lazily reached over to drape the blanket over their sweaty exhausted selves and allowed herself to drift off to dreamland in the arms of the man she loved.
Logan's leg rested, relaxed and immobile on the bed, the ice cubes lay melted and forgotten on the floor while Max and Logan slept the sleep of the dead – together, wrapped in each others arms, the way it should be and the way it would always be if they had their way.
AN: So what do think????? It was a whole chapter of Max and Logan. Maybe you expected more action, but consider Logan's broken leg people. You want more action – give me a sign. The story is soon coming to an end and I wouldn't be lfbrox if I don't produce a happy, very physical last chapter.