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Floating Scene

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Logan sat, speechless, as Sibelius' "Valse Triste" played softly in the background. Max walked toward him in a gorgeous white gown, like Logan had only dreamed about.

"Dance with me," Max said as she approached Logan.

"I can't," Logan heard himself say.

Max smile widened, she approached him and pulled him toward the edge of the pool. The entire situation had taken on a surreal aspect for Logan as he suddenly had to wonder if he was awake or asleep.

"Sure you can. Mind over matter."

How many times had Logan dreamed about this? He didn't think he could breath, much less speak, but he said, "See, my problem is I can't walk."

Max knelt at his feet and looked up at him with a bit of wonder on her face. She slowly removed his shoes and socks, Logan could tell that she was gently caressing him as she did so, although he couldn't feel her touch. "I'm not asking you to walk." Then Logan felt her hands on his body, she removed his wallet and cell phone and set them on a table by the side of the pool as he just sat there, too stunned to react. Max lifted him up, so that he could look down into her eyes, and held his body against hers. "Just dance." With that simple statement, Max stepped into the pool.

Logan gasped and clutched Max for dear life. He didn't sink, the pool was marked five feet, but it wasn't completely filled and only came to Max's breasts. Before he completely knew what was happening he was holding on to Max, completely supported by the water and her genetically enhanced strength. One hand was wrapped around his body, pressing her to him. Her other hand took his hand into hers. She smiled as she looked up into his eyes and they danced around to pool as Sibelius repeated softly.

Logan couldn't feel exactly where her arm was supporting him but he supposed that was for the best. He could only stare into her eyes and wonder if the adoration that he thought he saw there could possibly be real, or he was just dreaming again.

Max gave Logan her most dazzling smile and danced him around so he could not see as Jondy sneaked in, replaced the battery on his cell phone, gave Max a 'thumps up' sign, and then quickly left the two would-be lovers alone.

Eventually, and he was never sure how, he regained the ability to speak. "Whose dream is this, anyway … yours or mine?"

She was staring into his eyes with such …apprehension? reverence? uncertainty? "Don't ask me," Max replied and pulled him closer to her. She brushed her check against his and Logan wasn't certain she didn't purr as his stubble stroked her skin. Logan certainly felt like purring as he nuzzled her hair. Neither had any idea how much time passed as they simply enjoyed each other.

Ultimately, Logan had to ask, "You okay?"

"I've never been better, Logan."

"I expected you to say 'Yeah. I'm just a little dizzy'."

"Don't let go," Max stared at him wide eyes.

"I won't," Logan promised. He didn't know what was going on, but he was sure that this felt more … right … than anything he had ever known.

"Promise?"

"I promise!" Logan let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around her.

"Logan?" Max, looking more open and innocent than he had ever seen her, simply stared up into his eyes, waiting for him.

Logan leaned down and kissed her. One of her hands was still supporting him in the water, the other worked it's way under his jacket to caress his shoulders. Logan moaned softly. He still wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming, but he was somehow content with the doubt. They just stood there. The music was still playing; the lights were still twinkling; the world was still broken, but none of it mattered.

To be continued ….