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Little something from DA Reflections board. I would like to thank so many people for their contribution. Maria656 for beta. Shywr1ter for clarifing Logan should be laid (not lay on the ground) and x318 for suggesting the soap. The full discussion is on the The ECWS Sufferers Support Group thread

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'Damn,' Logan said. Now was not the time for a brown out. He had hoped to get in a quick shower before Max showed up. At least dinner was probably cooked enough. The London broil might be a little on the rare side, but Max never complained. His whirlpool bath was luxurious, but the bathroom itself was now pitch black.

Logan turned off the water and reached out, hoping he had remembered to put a towel near the tub. He hadn't.

Grumbling to himself, he began to pull himself out of the tub when he slipped on a bar of soap that he couldn't see. He landed unceremoniously on the bathroom floor. He knew he knocked he wheelchair …somewhere. He let out a large frustrated sigh as he laid there on his back for some time, trying to decide what to do next. He couldn't feel the wheelchair from here, but how far could it have gone?

Max had heard Logan fall, but when she actually entered the bathroom to check on him, she wasn't sure what to do. Logan was so proud. He probably didn't want her help, but he might need her help. She decided to just stay hidden in the darkness until she knew if he needed her or not.

Logan reached out from where he laid, searching in the blackness for …a towel? his chair? his clothes? Max felt a little guilty about just watching him struggle, but she told herself he wouldn't want her help. He wouldn't want her to see him like this, and that worked several ways. Although Max had to admit, she was enjoying seeing him like this. Eventually…Max had lost track of the time…he gave up. He let out a deep sigh and just laid there, staring at the ceiling. Max just stared at him. His legs hadn't begun to atrophy as badly as he thought. If not for the contrast with his muscular chest and arms, they would seem perfectly normal. She'd seen worse, but had she ever seen better? Max didn't think so. She briefly wondered if she was starting heat, but she was at least a month early for that, right? Right, she could control herself, this was Logan. Oh, god, was it Logan! In all his glory, although maybe not as much glory as he had once had, she thought sadly, he was still Logan. After Max was satisfied that the image of his nude prone body was seared into her genetically enhanced memory for all time, she decided to let him know he wasn't alone.

He heard the door open, but it was still pitch black.

"Logan? Are you alright?" Max said. Logan was surprised she was here so early; surprised that she was here in his bathroom.

"I am fine," Logan replied as he laid on the bathroom floor. He made no effort to cover his naked damp body, confident in the darkness's ability to hide him.

"I thought I heard you fall down," Max said.

"I did. It's OK." Logan just laid there … breathing. Tiny drops of water running down his body.

"Your chair's right here. Do you need it?" Max didn't really want him to move, conversely she really wanted him moving …Max shook her head to try and clear those thoughts out of it. She couldn't be in heat, right?

"Yeah, thanks. I'm here by the tub," Logan replied thinking that she must have bumped into the chair.

Max takes the chair over to him. She has realized that he probably thinks that she can't see him and decides not to embarrass him so she reaches out her hand, groping in the darkness. When she touches his damp, naked flesh she runs her hand over his body as if getting an idea of where he is. She thinks she hears him gasp ever so slightly as her hand brushes over his left nipple. She enjoys running her hand through the light hairs on his chest. Her hand roams down his chest, beyond the range of his feeling, toward his …

"Max!" Logan calls out as he grabs her arm.

"I'm right here." She places his hand on his chair.

"Thank you. I'll be out in a minute." Logan replies as he stares in her general direction, seeing nothing. Logan feels around and sets the brakes on his wheelchair.

"'kay." Max watches in the dark as Logan strains his muscles to lift his body into the chair. She cannot resist, and doesn't want to. She grabs his ass and gives him a little bit of a boost to get smoothly into his chair on the first try. She lets her hands trail down his legs as he moves them onto the footrests. The feel of his damp naked flesh with just a little bit of hair…Max shakes her head softly and tells herself that she can't be in heat. Max reluctantly removes her hands as Logan repositions his legs on the footrests.

Logan finds a towel in the darkness and dries himself. Max's rapacious smile fades to a disappointed frown as he covers himself with the towel and starts to the bedroom. She quickly gets out of his way. Watching him from the shadow as he dresses is the naughtiest thing that she has done in months …and she loves it! The power of his arms as he lifts and strains …She feels so guilty as she stands there watching him struggle so much just to put on a pair of pants, when she could make it so easy for him. Max gently touches her face and feels the moisture that was on his body against her skin. She struggles to make certain her increased breathing is still silent in the darkness as she watches Logan strain. It's almost like a reverse striptease, she thinks as her hands absently wonder down her body.

As Logan puts on his last shoe and begins to transfer back into his chair, Max puts on a burst of speed and dashes out to the living room to light a few candles. Logan enters as she finishes lighting the 5th candle.

"You OK?" Max asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Logan replies as he notices her eyes glowing faintly in the darkness and begins to wonder about her how good her night vision was.

'Oh, yeah,' thinks Max with one of her most dazzling smiles thinking about how good the vision she had seen that night was.

The just stood there for a moment, staring at the other and thinking about the others anatomy, each for their own reasons of course.

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Not sure I should continued this one or not. What do you think?