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Chapter Three: Drip, Drip

Logan felt the warmth first. As he slowly came into an awareness of his surroundings, the soft warm yielding body in his arms was the first thing he was conscious of. The only thing he ever wanted to be concerned with again. Max was snuggled up in his arms, her hand in the short hairs on his chest. … Where was his shirt? Logan gasped slightly when he realized that Max wasn't wearing her shirt either.

Max sighed contentedly and snuggled into Logan, throwing her leg over his. It was all Logan could do to not moan when he felt her bare leg slide up his. Which gave Logan pause. "Felt his leg?" His eyes shot open and he took stock of his surroundings. He and Max were not in his apartment! It looked like the cabin. OK, so this was a dream. He remembered this kind of dream; he liked this kind of dream. Odd though, he didn't remember having to go to the bathroom in dreams like this before. It is just a dream; ignore it, mind over matter.

Logan smiled. He remembered this type of dream, even if it had been awhile since he had had one this nice. He and Max were in a bed, and he felt his legs. He quickly confirmed that he was nude. He thought Max was naked in his arms. There was enough light to see if he lifted up the quilt covering them. It would be wrong to take advantage of Max while she was sleeping. He was just going to look. He wasn't going to take advantage, yet. He could not believe that he was in bed, naked, with Max, whole and his conscious was telling him to get up and take a cold shower. And go pee while you were there. OK, so the go pee part was probably not from his conscious.

Logan struggled with the various and sundry opinions in his head for some time. Finally, he just had to know. One quick look under the quilt confirmed everything he expected. He was lying in bed, naked, with a naked Max in his arms and the part of him that he had almost given up on ever enjoying again was ready for the obvious course of action. So, of course, he had to go pee. Whatever traitorous part of his psyche that was insisting on going to the bathroom was, well, insistent.

After a brief but intense internal struggle the part of his psyche that was apparently in charge of physical needs agreed to help him beat his conscious into submission, right after he got up and went to the bathroom. First bathroom then Max. He could not believe he was going to take advantage of Max like he was planing on taking advantage when she had come over to help him, and was now laying naked and helpless before him. He could not believe he had to wait until after he went to the bathroom before he could get started.

"Damnit!" he cursed aloud as he was about to get up.

"Logan?" Max asked, rousing him from his sleep. "Are you alright? It sounded like you were having a nightmare?"

Logan looked at Max, fully clothed Max, and tried to clear his head. He should have known that dream was too good to be true. At least he woke up before he did anything he would hate himself for. He briefly wondered what the heck having to go pee in that dream could have meant. He could not feel those sensations anymore, he just had to remember to go at certain times. Had he bothered at all today, or had he just stayed as warm as possible under the covers? Damn. "I have to go to the bathroom," he confessed meekly.

To be continued