Disclaimer: No infringement intended. Not affiliated in any way with anyone. Nothing to sue here people, move along.

Floating Scene

∞∞∞

Max's pager went off. Logan's heart sank; the universe obviously hated him.

"It's the timer. It's midnight. Happy Birthday," Max said with a smile.

"Oh, yes! The best." Logan kissed Max gently. He untied the other ribbon on her gown as he kissed her and returned his attention to his lover. Logan's mind was still reeling slightly from the fact that this beautiful, exotic, incredibly responsive woman moaning under him was his lover! He marveled slightly that a broken, old ... well, older man like him could really have such a woman, but it would be all right, he'd be up and walking soon.

He pushed himself further down Max, pulling her gown with him. "Max?" he asked as he felt Max shiver under his caress.

"Yes."

"May I? …I mean, you're OK with this, right?" Logan asked tentatively as his long elegant fingers slid under her gown. "I feel like an awkward teenager."

Max realized he hadn't seen her nod and she was going to have to find her voice. "Yes. Logan, this is way better than OK." She felt his strong hands on her thigh. She shuddered and opened her legs in complete surrender to her lover. She smiled at the thought of Logan - wonderful, heroic, noble, stubborn, handsome, intelligent, willful, caring, giving Logan - as her lover. He had barely begun and already this was the best night of her life. "Logan, anything…anything." She shuddered as she ran one hand through his hair.

"Thank you. By the time I am a whole man for you, I will know …" Logan's self-depreciating comment was cut off by Max flipping him over unto his back and straddling him, all faster than he could see. He swallowed, looked up at her with a little trepidation at the reminder that she was no ordinary girl. Max was trembling. Something was wrong, but Logan honestly didn't know what. She had his face in her hands and was looking directly into his eyes. He could see the tears threatening her. "What?" he asked.

"You are whole, and complete, and wonderful and enough and… I love you and … I..."

"Max, what's wrong?"

"I'm scared. I'm afraid, if the cure doesn't work the first time; you'll be hurt. You'll get depressed again … That I …won't be enough." Unshed tears glistened in her eyes.

Logan remembered how low he had sunk the last time this failed. He understood her worries, and it hit home more than ever how much she truly cared about him. "Max, it's OK. I know this is experimental. I'm prepared and willing to go through whatever it takes. I…I just want to be able to make love to you like ..."

Max's kisses silenced him. "You have. Logan, being with you is the most wonderful experience I have ever had. I just want …" Max blinked rapidly and Logan could tell she was fighting tears.

"Max, tell me." Logan coaxed as he drew her to him for a tender kiss.

Eventually, Max drew back, took a deep breath, and told Logan exactly what she wanted. "I just want to be with you. I want you to let me prove to you that I accept you the way you are now, and I will be with you, in every sense of the word, no matter what. And, I wish that were enough for you to be happy. Because just being with you is enough to make me happy, even with all the other screwed up stuff in my life."

"Max, my legs are …" Logan couldn't continue.

"Atrophied. I know. Logan, please, let me prove to you it doesn't matter to me. Let me love you … as you are now," Max pleaded.

Logan really didn't want to. He just wanted to touch her; he didn't want to have to deal with his legs or any of his other useless parts. But, what Max wanted mattered too. Eventually Logan decided to trust whatever magical bond they had. If it was enough to let them share a dream, then certainly it would be enough to get them through a few weeks of his recovery. Logan smiled tentatively. "I guess that's fair. Although, you'll have to help me out of these clothes."

"Of course." Max eagerly complied. She smiled seductively as she removed the covers, then his robe. She tried her best to demonstrate her acceptance, but Logan still closed his eyes as if in pain when she reached to remove his boxers. Soldier that she was, she pressed on regardless. She slipped out of the gown as she pulled his boxers down over his feet. Logan looked so uncertain. She did her best to reassure him, touching him, smiling, murmuring reassuring endearments. Soon, she pressed her body against his as she held him in her arms.

"Logan, what's wrong?" she asked.

Logan opened his eyes and looked up at her uncertainly. "I'm afraid too. I didn't want you so see me like this. I hate …being so …pathetic."

"I don't see you that way. I'm sorry. I just wanted you to know I wanted to be with you, no matter what. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spoil your birthday."

"How can you want …this?" Logan gestured at his lower body.

"I love you." Max replied simply.

Logan reached out and pulled her in for a kiss. "If you can still say that after seeing me, you must really love me very much."

Max smiled and nodded feeling too giddy to trust her voice.

"I love you, Max. I should have told you a long time ago."

"Logan!" Max pulled him close, kissed him, pressed her body to his and purred. Logan gasped as he felt the vibration from Max shoot through him. He could have sworn he felt that to his toes. He reached his arms around her to hold Max even tighter to him. Once again they lost themselves in each other. Touching, caressing, holding, and just being the whole world to each other.

Inevitably this kiss had to end. "Oh, wow!" Logan exclaimed in awe.

"You like?" asked Max as she purred for him again.

"Yes. I really like. I love," Logan said as he gazed into her eyes.

"Um, Logan?"

"Yes, beloved."

"Are you sure it doesn't work?" Max asked as she shifted slightly to look down Logan's naked body.

Logan looked down his body to what Max was staring at and gasped.

/ The remainder of this scene has been removed due to rating restrictions. Sorry./

∞∞∞

To be continued …