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Floating Scene

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Logan stared at Max with an intensity that made her shiver. "After dinner, I want you. I want to show you what I can do for you regardless of whether the treatments work or not. I want to give you pleasure. I want to learn exactly how to pleasure you best. I want to feel your body tremble. I want to taste every part of you."

Max could only nod breathlessly.

Logan reached over to the table and grabbed an egg roll. He took a bite, then fed the rest to Max, all the while his gaze never left Max. She eagerly accepted, nibbling slightly on his fingers as he fed it to her.

Max felt like a deer in headlights. It really hadn't occurred to her until just this moment how much older, and presumably more experienced, Logan was. Not that Max was naïve; she'd done things … when she was in heat, but nothing where her emotions were involved. No man but Logan had ever really been able to get to her, to cause her care, make her feel. Now he looked as if he was going to make her feel things on a whole new level. Max swallowed, hard.

"You made this?" he asked casually as he gently caressed her neck, although he knew the answer.

"No," Max gasped.

Logan couldn't believe how responsive Max was to just his fingertips. Nor could he believe how excited he was getting just thinking about all the things he was going to do to her tonight. In a way, he was grateful that he was currently dead below the waist. Tonight was going to be all about Max.

"No?" Logan asked as ran his fingertips up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. "Max, you said you were cooking. You didn't lie to me, did you?" He whispered in her ear, letting his nose brush along the outside of her ear.

"No, I cooked. …I burnt …" Max could barely speak as Logan continued to nuzzle her ear. If not for the self-control Manticore had beaten in to her she would be quivering incoherently. "It wasn't burnt when you were supposed to be here …"

"I am so sorry. Can I ever make it up to you?" Logan started gently nibbling on her ear. When Max moaned he couldn't stop the grin. Max shuddered under his caress. She turned in his lap and kissed him, holding his head in her hands and pressing herself against him. Logan ran his hands over her body.

"Logan!" Max cried out as she broke the kiss. She looked at him with such longing and uncertainty. Logan knew what she wanted, even if she wasn't sure herself.

"Dinner, then … show me your apartment," Logan smiled as he held a shrimp up to Max's lips. Max nodded, and took the shrimp, licking and nibbling at Logan's hand as she did so.

They ate the entire meal like that. Max curled up in Logan's lap, eating what he fed her, shuddering as his other hand stroked her. By the time Logan was done with dinner Max was ready to explode. She'd had no idea she could feel like this, and Logan hadn't even taken her clothes off … yet. She shivered and let out a slight moan at the mere thought.

"Dinner was delicious," Logan whispered into Max's ear.

"Bahamut's…. Jondy's boyfriend…. She's been spending her time there, eating while I've been working with Sebastian."

"You've been working on this for me for awhile now, haven't you, Max?"

Max nodded.

"I owe you." Logan kissed her neck and recalled all the times over the past year that she had saved him. "More than I'll ever truly be able to repay. But I have an idea on how to start …" He licked his way from her collarbone to her ear then gently nibbled with his teeth. Max held on to him for dear life, her breathing becoming faster and faster. "Which of these is yours?"

Max nodded, reluctantly left Logan's lap, and led him in to her new apartment. It was a very nice penthouse, too near Terminal City to be very valuable, but still very nicely built and furnished. Logan knew that Jondy and Max had been stealing from the criminals he had them gather information on. This was apparently another one of the things they were doing with the money.

"Four of the twenty units have elevators, including this one," Max said as she led Logan to the elevators. The elevator opened into one very large master bedroom, with what looked to be a fully accessible bathroom off to the right.

"Nice," Logan said as he looked around the room. "Very nice," he said as he gazed directly at Max, who blushed under his blatant interest. Logan gave her a smile and rolled into the bathroom. "Could you give me a minute?" he asked.

"Sure," Max smiled and retreated back to the bedroom.

Logan found the bathroom was obviously designed with him in mind; everything was within easy reach. He finished with one of the many unpleasant realities of being a paraplegic, for what he hoped would be one of the last times, then opened the door to join Max in her bed.

Max had turned off the lights and lit candles all about the room. The wine was by the bed with two crystal flutes. Max was kneeling on the bed, waiting for him. She was wearing a long, black, satin gown with thin ribbon straps tied in bows on her shoulder, and nothing else. "I thought I would change into something dry," she said shyly. As she stepped off the bed, Logan could see that the gown was slit all the way to her waist. She walked softly toward him on bare feet.

"It's almost your birthday. What do you want?" she asked timidly.

"I want you."

"I'm yours," she replied. She picked Logan up and kissed him as his legs dangled uselessly under him. Together they fall into the queen size bed. Logan pulls himself up the bed and covers his legs. Max notices the gesture, but doesn't know what to say about it, so says nothing; she simply joins him. "Logan, we don't have to …" He silenced her with a kiss. He continued kissing her as he untied one of the bows and brushed the gown, fingers stroking as he pushed the soft fabric down, exposing her flesh to his touch. Max moaned into his mouth. Logan leaned her unto her back and gazed at her in wonder. He couldn't believe that she was blushing.

Max couldn't believe how nervous she was. It wasn't like she's never had man see her breasts before; then again, maybe it was a little like that. Logan is a man; not some boy she's picked up in a heat crazed haze. This wasn't like her heat. It wasn't all about her, and what she wanted. This was about Logan, loving him, giving him pleasure, conveying devotion she doesn't have words to express. This was about the man she cares about more than anything; the man she loves. She has to admit that she has never had so much at stake before. She squirmed a little under his frank admiration. "Logan?" she asked.

Logan was stirred to action by her gentle, uncertain question. He should be repaying her, not just staring. He placed gentle kisses on her neck as he slowly, arduously scooted his body down hers, kissing as he went.

"Logan!" Max gasped. "Logan," she pleaded, "what should I do?"

"Lay there." Logan punctuated each command with a kiss, nibble or caress. "Enjoy. Respond. Let me know what you like. Let me get to know your beautiful body." Logan has just reached Max's exposed breast when her pager went off.

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To be continued ….