Facing Death
By: lfbrox
Story: Set in early second season. Logan can walk (just because I like him to). And lots of transgenics are on the run and the other X-series are all out too. Lydecker, Renfro and White are the enemies - as a team this time.
Rating: R (or more for later chapters)
AN: Thanks for all the reviews. You asked what the title stood for. Well, I planned this one out to be a dark one. But as usual the stories write themselves. So it's not dark. Who cares? I might get there. Or I might not. Just let me know what you think.
Chapter 2: The Dating Game
The next evening - Max and OC's apartment:
"So Boo. Tell OC what you two lovesick; horny teenagers have planned for the night." OC asked Max from the couch while she watched Max in amusement who tried to find something to wear.
"We're going to a bar and have a drink before we go to an old movie theatre that survived the pulse. They show an old pre-pulse movie. I don't know the title, but it is supposed to be funny. At least that's what Logan says. But what am I supposed to wear? It should be casual, but not as casual as I'm usually dressed." Max paced from the bathroom to her closet and back to the bathroom. Then she stopped and looked at OC who sat on the couch with crossed arms and an amused grin on her face, watching Max pace.
"As a friend you should get up from that couch and help me and not sit there and laugh your ass off. This is not funny." Max said with pleading eyes.
"Yes it is funny", OC answered still grinning.
"OC. This is really important for me. For me and Logan", Max said honestly.
OC stopped grinning and smiled softly at Max. "I know boo. Sorry." With that she got off the couch and walked over to Max closet. "Let's see what we can find." She said and looked through Max wardrobe.
Max smiled gratefully, walked over and wrapped her hands around Cindy's waist from behind and placed her chin on her right shoulder, curious what Cindy would pick.
OC started grinning again. "You know what, boo. If you are that grateful for me picking out your wardrobe, then I will dress you every morning for work from now on." It took Max a minute to understand what she meant and then dropped her arms and took a step back. She was only wearing a small towel that covered her from her chest to just under her ass.
"I am really grateful for your help OC. But Logan and I are so close to finally hitting it off. No way I'm gonna switch teams so close from the finishing line." Max replied while grabbing some underwear from her drawer and walked to the bathroom to put it on.
OC entered the bathroom with a pair of tight blue jeans and a dark red form- fitting blouse, just as Max stood in her underwear in front of the mirror critically eying each inch of her skin.
"Do you think Logan will like me like that?" Max asked, still eying the scar she had from her heart transplant.
"Boo, how can you ask that? Logan would be and is gonna be all over you when he sees you like that. Your body is fucking amazing boo." OC answered honestly.
"Thank you," Max replied and then shook her head to get rid of the memories that came every time she looked at the scar. "So let's see what you have picked out for me." Max said grabbed the cloth that OC handed her and put them on. She gave herself another look-over in the mirror before turning to OC. "What do you think?"
"Absolutely perfect boo. Just one thing.." OC said and moved closer to Max.
"Just what?" Max asked self-consciously while looking down at herself. Just then OC had reached her and opened another button on her shirt to show off just a little more cleavage.
"OC!" Max eyed her best friend with a warning stare, but made no attempt to close the button again. Why not show off what she had. She hugged OC, grabbed her leather jacket and walked towards the door.
"Have fun boo. Don't screw this up", OC called after her.
"Don't worry. I don't plan on screwing things up. Not again." Max said, waved and left.
After the door was closed OC stood there for a second. "Let's hope you're right. And let's hope you don't kill that guy on your first date." OC said to no one in particular and went back to the couch, intent to stay up until Max comes back home to hear all about it.
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Outside Max building:
Max had just exited her building when she saw the familiar Aztek pull up in front of her. She smiled at Logan and he smiled back. She reached out to open the door and get in, when she saw Logan hold up his finger and mouthed a "WAIT". She pulled her hand back and waited, wondering what he had in mind. He opened his door and walked around the car where she was standing.
"Hi Max", he beamed. "You look beautiful tonight." He said while taking in her appearance. Max noticed that his eyes remained a little longer on her upper body and she quietly thanked OC for opening that one button, that allowed Logan to see just a little bit more cleavage than he used to see. Logan had to clear his throat after that sight in order to keep on speaking, which plastered a little smile on Max' face.
"Thanks Logan. You don't look too bad yourself," she said and now it was her turn to explore him a little closer - with her eyes that is. He too had chosen a casual pair of blue jeans for tonight. But they were a little bit tighter than the ones he used to wear. Of course he didn't need his exoskeleton anymore, so no need for baggy pants all the time. He wore a white shirt that showed off his well defined upper body muscles. Now it was Max time to swallow and she had to force her eyes away from his chest to his eyes. He was smiling at her, knowing he had just been thoroughly checked out by the goddess in front of him.
She smiled back at him. She knew that he noticed her staring and she would have blushed a little, if she hadn't caught him staring at her just moments ago. After a moment of not speaking and just staring at each other; just smiling at each other they finally were done thinking dirty and naughty things and had enough self control back to continue with this evening.
"Let me get the door for you", Logan said and opened the door for her and gestured her to get in. Max raised her eyebrows in surprise and got in the Aztek. Logan closed the door and walked back around the car and got back into his seat. He started the car, turned to Max before putting the gear in and smiled. "You ready?" He asked her.
"Absolutely. Let the dates begin." She said with a smile and a shy look in his direction. He caught her look and smiled back, then focused on the road.
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A Bar in Sector 6:
Logan held the door open for Max and she walked inside. The bar was not like the bars she usually goes to. It was nothing like Crash. There was no beer smell, no people riding their bike on the bar, no people in leather jackets fighting over who won the round of pool and no earth shattering noise from ill tuned speakers.
Here, people sat on the bar or on their tables, drinking wine or martinis and talked. There was soft music playing in the background and the TV on the bar showed the latest baseball game. The only yelling came from the die hard fans who sat there drinking beer and watching the game on the bar.
Logan entered after Max and waited for her to tell him if she liked it here or if she wanted to leave. After taking in the scene Max turned to Logan, "Where do you wanne sit?"
Logan smiled and was relieved that he apparently chose the right location. He looked around and saw a spot in the back of the room, hidden from everyone's eyes. Probably not the best thing right about now, he thought and searched for something less romantic and less private.
"What about there", Logan pointed at a table that was far enough away from the baseball fans but still close enough to the bar. Max nodded and walked towards the table. Once there, Logan pulled the chair out for her. Max took a seat and Logan sat down across from her.
As soon as they were seated, a waitress came over. She smiled at the couple and placed a bar menu in front of them. "Hi, my name is Mary and I'm gonna be your waitress tonight. Do you wanne have dinner or just drinks?" she asked in a sugar coded voice.
"I don't know. Maybe we'll have some appetizers, if that's okay?" Logan said.
"Sure. No problem. Take your time. Can I start you off with some drinks?" Mary asked, her eyes fixed on Logan, totally ignoring Max.
Logan noticed Mary's stare and uncomfortably looked down, trying to avoid her stare. He looked over at Max, who looked a little pissed.
"What would you like to drink, honey?" Logan asked while staring in Max eyes and emphasizing the word honey. Max smiled. Her smile turned into a big grin when she saw the frown on Mary's face, who looked at Max as if she had just noticed that she was sitting there.
"How about a nice glass of wine?" Max smiled at Logan. She wanted to use the word honey to finish her sentence but chickened out before it could slip her lips.
"You're wish is my command", he said to Max, then turned to Mary, who now avoided the eye contact. "Could we have 2 glasses of Chardonnay please? Pre- pulse if possible." Logan ordered and before Mary could respond he turned his attention back to the beautiful woman sitting across from him.
"That was one weird waitress", Max said after Mary had mumbled something and sped off to the bar.
"Yeah. But hey", Logan said leaning back and looking his own body up and down, "Can you really blame her?" He said while gesturing towards his body.
"You're really full of yourself, Cale." Max said while laughing at Logan. "But you know. Maybe you're right. You really look kinda..." Max started to say when Logan looked at her with suspicion in his eyes.
"Kinda what?"
//Hot. Absolutely hot. Sexy. Eatable. Yummy.// Max head screamed at her, but again she could not get one of these words out of her mouth. So she chickened again and settled for: "Kinda cute. You do look kinda cute tonight."
"Cute, huh?"
"Yep. Cute. Don't make me say it again." She playfully warned him.
He held his hands up in defense. "Okay. I won't make you say it again. And I know it is not appropriate for a gentleman, but let me just say, that you look absolutely, breathtakingly hot tonight." Logan finished, letting his eyes wander briefly over that part of her body that wasn't covered up by the table - her chest again. Max was surprised at his openness. Surprised that it was her Logan saying that. Not HER Logan in the possessing him way, but the Logan she knew.
She was surprised and flattered. "Thank you Logan", Max replied trying hard not to break their eye contact. But she felt like blushing, laughing and running. This was her. Max. A genetically engineered killing machine. She wasn't made for that. Dating. Flattery. Courtship. Normal human relationship behavior.
Logan's voice brought her out of her thought ramblings. "Sorry Logan. What did you say?"
"I said that I wasn't finished yet. Even though I have no problem with you looking absolutely and breathtakingly hot. Would you mind not looking like that for our next 3 dates?" Logan said with a smirk.
"What are you saying, Logan? Are you calling me a tease?" Max countered.
"Maybe", he said while raising his eyebrows and then lifting his wine glass.
Max lifted her glass as well, they toasted and then drank. It wasn't the gulping drinking to ease the nervousness and to cover the embarrassing silence like they experienced on their only date-like attempt a while back. It was a relaxed and playful almost sensual/sexual atmosphere. They locked eyes over the rim of their glasses. Not nervous. Not embarrassed of what they could or could not say.
All would be over soon. Then there were no more limits. Not physical, not emotional. And for the first time, none of them had major doubts about it. No major doubts that is. Of course Max had her "I'm a killing machine. I don't deserve him. I'm trouble. I'm poison. I get him killed" doubts.
And Logan had his "What does she want with a guy like me? I can't give her what she needs. I'm the reason why she sticks around and that's what gets her killed in the end" doubts.
But other than that. They had the intention of enjoying themselves. Be lightheaded for once.
After another glass of wine and some appetizers Logan looked at his watch.
"We would have to go if we want to catch the movie."
Max didn't feel like leaving. They talked and laughed and had a good time. But they had another 3 dates. A lot of time left to talk. Why risking running out of things to say. So she grabbed her jacket and got up. "Let's go then."
Logan left a fifty dollar note on the table and rushed after Max, intent to be the gentleman he promised to be and open the door for her.
******************************** Max and OC's apartment:
It was after midnight, when the door opened. OC's head snapped up as she woke from her little nap and she saw Max walking in, trying to be quiet and not to wake OC.
"So did you kill the guy?" OC said from the couch.
"Cindy. You're still up?" Max asked in surprise. She took her jacket off and plopped down on the couch next to OC.
"You think I could've gone to sleep without hearing how the date went? Think again. So how was it? Roller-boy still among the living?" Cindy asked with a grin. She could see on Max' face and the smile that would not leave her features - even though she tried to hide it - that the date had gone well.
"It was nice", Max said teasingly.
"Nice? I'm waiting up until the wee hours to hear that the date was nice. You gotta give Original Cindy a little bit more, boo." Cindy replied, seeing, that Max was about to burst if she didn't get rid of it.
"OC", Max sighed, "Is it possible to burst with happiness? Logan and I had such a wonderful time tonight. We had drinks, we talked, we laughed. He was such a gentleman. I mean not like he could have done anything un-gentleman like without dropping dead. But I felt like a real woman tonight. Like a regular girl." Max leaned back into the couch and smiled again.
"So the boy teats you nice?" OC asked, already knowing the answer. But she'd never seen Max talking about her feelings and emotions so openly, so she tried to push it a little more.
"He treated me like I'm the only woman around him all night. There was this bitch of a waitress, who checked him out and flirted with him in front of my eyes, and he didn't waste a second to let her know he was there with me. He treats me like I'm special. But in a good way. So yeah. The evening was just nice." Max concluded her report and looked at Cindy.
"Well boo. What can I say. I'm really happy for you. And if I can do anything to help you stay this happy, just let me know." OC offered.
"Thanks. But no thanks," Max replied with a grin.
"What?" OC asked in confusion. Did her boo just tell her she didn't need her help. Sure she wasn't much of an expert, when it came to boy-girl interaction. But there was no doubt, she was the queen of love advice. Max grinned after seeing OC looking so confused and a little offended.
"Relax. All I'm saying is, that if you continue dressing me and unbuttoning me - that is, Logan's gonna die of a heart attack. The tension between us when he dropped me off after the date was so thick that you wouldn't have been able to cut it with those magic knives." Max explained, pointing to the infomercial about magic, sharp cooking knives in the little TV that was on in the background.
"So what you're saying is, that the second the virus bitch is gone you two are gonna jump each others bones to work up that tension? Did Original Cindy get that right?" Cindy asked with amusement.
"I'm saying, that any second now, we are gonna jump each other. I don't know how I'm going to survive another 3 dates with him. Having him so close, looking so good, smelling so good. All I wanne do is touch him, kiss him. But I can't. And I don't wanne think about what to do when the test results come back negative. I really don't know." Max said with desperation.
"Then don't think about it. Max. All's gonna be aight, boo. Just hang in there for another few days. There's no point in going all crazy about what might happen. Just wait, enjoy and see what happens" OC advised her.
"Enjoy?" Max said in disbelief. "What is so enjoyable about all that?"
"You said it yourself just a minute ago. Stop going all crazy, world's- going-down on me now. You said he makes you feel good, and special, and regular. You said you enjoy being with him. And let me tell you boo. That sexual tension. There's nothing better than building it up and then give into it. Believe me. Original Cindy knows what she's talking about. Now go to bed and dream about your boy-toy. It's late and we have to go to work tomorrow." Cindy said while getting up from the couch and moved towards her little sleeping quarters.
Max didn't feel like going to bed right now. She turned the TV off and stretched out on the couch. She closed her eyes and replayed the evening again. And before she knew it she was asleep, a smile playing on her face.
TBC
AN: I know. I know. I finally update and then I give you a chapter, where nothing even remotely new or interesting happens. Sorry bout that. It might happen again. Waddayathink?
By: lfbrox
Story: Set in early second season. Logan can walk (just because I like him to). And lots of transgenics are on the run and the other X-series are all out too. Lydecker, Renfro and White are the enemies - as a team this time.
Rating: R (or more for later chapters)
AN: Thanks for all the reviews. You asked what the title stood for. Well, I planned this one out to be a dark one. But as usual the stories write themselves. So it's not dark. Who cares? I might get there. Or I might not. Just let me know what you think.
Chapter 2: The Dating Game
The next evening - Max and OC's apartment:
"So Boo. Tell OC what you two lovesick; horny teenagers have planned for the night." OC asked Max from the couch while she watched Max in amusement who tried to find something to wear.
"We're going to a bar and have a drink before we go to an old movie theatre that survived the pulse. They show an old pre-pulse movie. I don't know the title, but it is supposed to be funny. At least that's what Logan says. But what am I supposed to wear? It should be casual, but not as casual as I'm usually dressed." Max paced from the bathroom to her closet and back to the bathroom. Then she stopped and looked at OC who sat on the couch with crossed arms and an amused grin on her face, watching Max pace.
"As a friend you should get up from that couch and help me and not sit there and laugh your ass off. This is not funny." Max said with pleading eyes.
"Yes it is funny", OC answered still grinning.
"OC. This is really important for me. For me and Logan", Max said honestly.
OC stopped grinning and smiled softly at Max. "I know boo. Sorry." With that she got off the couch and walked over to Max closet. "Let's see what we can find." She said and looked through Max wardrobe.
Max smiled gratefully, walked over and wrapped her hands around Cindy's waist from behind and placed her chin on her right shoulder, curious what Cindy would pick.
OC started grinning again. "You know what, boo. If you are that grateful for me picking out your wardrobe, then I will dress you every morning for work from now on." It took Max a minute to understand what she meant and then dropped her arms and took a step back. She was only wearing a small towel that covered her from her chest to just under her ass.
"I am really grateful for your help OC. But Logan and I are so close to finally hitting it off. No way I'm gonna switch teams so close from the finishing line." Max replied while grabbing some underwear from her drawer and walked to the bathroom to put it on.
OC entered the bathroom with a pair of tight blue jeans and a dark red form- fitting blouse, just as Max stood in her underwear in front of the mirror critically eying each inch of her skin.
"Do you think Logan will like me like that?" Max asked, still eying the scar she had from her heart transplant.
"Boo, how can you ask that? Logan would be and is gonna be all over you when he sees you like that. Your body is fucking amazing boo." OC answered honestly.
"Thank you," Max replied and then shook her head to get rid of the memories that came every time she looked at the scar. "So let's see what you have picked out for me." Max said grabbed the cloth that OC handed her and put them on. She gave herself another look-over in the mirror before turning to OC. "What do you think?"
"Absolutely perfect boo. Just one thing.." OC said and moved closer to Max.
"Just what?" Max asked self-consciously while looking down at herself. Just then OC had reached her and opened another button on her shirt to show off just a little more cleavage.
"OC!" Max eyed her best friend with a warning stare, but made no attempt to close the button again. Why not show off what she had. She hugged OC, grabbed her leather jacket and walked towards the door.
"Have fun boo. Don't screw this up", OC called after her.
"Don't worry. I don't plan on screwing things up. Not again." Max said, waved and left.
After the door was closed OC stood there for a second. "Let's hope you're right. And let's hope you don't kill that guy on your first date." OC said to no one in particular and went back to the couch, intent to stay up until Max comes back home to hear all about it.
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Outside Max building:
Max had just exited her building when she saw the familiar Aztek pull up in front of her. She smiled at Logan and he smiled back. She reached out to open the door and get in, when she saw Logan hold up his finger and mouthed a "WAIT". She pulled her hand back and waited, wondering what he had in mind. He opened his door and walked around the car where she was standing.
"Hi Max", he beamed. "You look beautiful tonight." He said while taking in her appearance. Max noticed that his eyes remained a little longer on her upper body and she quietly thanked OC for opening that one button, that allowed Logan to see just a little bit more cleavage than he used to see. Logan had to clear his throat after that sight in order to keep on speaking, which plastered a little smile on Max' face.
"Thanks Logan. You don't look too bad yourself," she said and now it was her turn to explore him a little closer - with her eyes that is. He too had chosen a casual pair of blue jeans for tonight. But they were a little bit tighter than the ones he used to wear. Of course he didn't need his exoskeleton anymore, so no need for baggy pants all the time. He wore a white shirt that showed off his well defined upper body muscles. Now it was Max time to swallow and she had to force her eyes away from his chest to his eyes. He was smiling at her, knowing he had just been thoroughly checked out by the goddess in front of him.
She smiled back at him. She knew that he noticed her staring and she would have blushed a little, if she hadn't caught him staring at her just moments ago. After a moment of not speaking and just staring at each other; just smiling at each other they finally were done thinking dirty and naughty things and had enough self control back to continue with this evening.
"Let me get the door for you", Logan said and opened the door for her and gestured her to get in. Max raised her eyebrows in surprise and got in the Aztek. Logan closed the door and walked back around the car and got back into his seat. He started the car, turned to Max before putting the gear in and smiled. "You ready?" He asked her.
"Absolutely. Let the dates begin." She said with a smile and a shy look in his direction. He caught her look and smiled back, then focused on the road.
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A Bar in Sector 6:
Logan held the door open for Max and she walked inside. The bar was not like the bars she usually goes to. It was nothing like Crash. There was no beer smell, no people riding their bike on the bar, no people in leather jackets fighting over who won the round of pool and no earth shattering noise from ill tuned speakers.
Here, people sat on the bar or on their tables, drinking wine or martinis and talked. There was soft music playing in the background and the TV on the bar showed the latest baseball game. The only yelling came from the die hard fans who sat there drinking beer and watching the game on the bar.
Logan entered after Max and waited for her to tell him if she liked it here or if she wanted to leave. After taking in the scene Max turned to Logan, "Where do you wanne sit?"
Logan smiled and was relieved that he apparently chose the right location. He looked around and saw a spot in the back of the room, hidden from everyone's eyes. Probably not the best thing right about now, he thought and searched for something less romantic and less private.
"What about there", Logan pointed at a table that was far enough away from the baseball fans but still close enough to the bar. Max nodded and walked towards the table. Once there, Logan pulled the chair out for her. Max took a seat and Logan sat down across from her.
As soon as they were seated, a waitress came over. She smiled at the couple and placed a bar menu in front of them. "Hi, my name is Mary and I'm gonna be your waitress tonight. Do you wanne have dinner or just drinks?" she asked in a sugar coded voice.
"I don't know. Maybe we'll have some appetizers, if that's okay?" Logan said.
"Sure. No problem. Take your time. Can I start you off with some drinks?" Mary asked, her eyes fixed on Logan, totally ignoring Max.
Logan noticed Mary's stare and uncomfortably looked down, trying to avoid her stare. He looked over at Max, who looked a little pissed.
"What would you like to drink, honey?" Logan asked while staring in Max eyes and emphasizing the word honey. Max smiled. Her smile turned into a big grin when she saw the frown on Mary's face, who looked at Max as if she had just noticed that she was sitting there.
"How about a nice glass of wine?" Max smiled at Logan. She wanted to use the word honey to finish her sentence but chickened out before it could slip her lips.
"You're wish is my command", he said to Max, then turned to Mary, who now avoided the eye contact. "Could we have 2 glasses of Chardonnay please? Pre- pulse if possible." Logan ordered and before Mary could respond he turned his attention back to the beautiful woman sitting across from him.
"That was one weird waitress", Max said after Mary had mumbled something and sped off to the bar.
"Yeah. But hey", Logan said leaning back and looking his own body up and down, "Can you really blame her?" He said while gesturing towards his body.
"You're really full of yourself, Cale." Max said while laughing at Logan. "But you know. Maybe you're right. You really look kinda..." Max started to say when Logan looked at her with suspicion in his eyes.
"Kinda what?"
//Hot. Absolutely hot. Sexy. Eatable. Yummy.// Max head screamed at her, but again she could not get one of these words out of her mouth. So she chickened again and settled for: "Kinda cute. You do look kinda cute tonight."
"Cute, huh?"
"Yep. Cute. Don't make me say it again." She playfully warned him.
He held his hands up in defense. "Okay. I won't make you say it again. And I know it is not appropriate for a gentleman, but let me just say, that you look absolutely, breathtakingly hot tonight." Logan finished, letting his eyes wander briefly over that part of her body that wasn't covered up by the table - her chest again. Max was surprised at his openness. Surprised that it was her Logan saying that. Not HER Logan in the possessing him way, but the Logan she knew.
She was surprised and flattered. "Thank you Logan", Max replied trying hard not to break their eye contact. But she felt like blushing, laughing and running. This was her. Max. A genetically engineered killing machine. She wasn't made for that. Dating. Flattery. Courtship. Normal human relationship behavior.
Logan's voice brought her out of her thought ramblings. "Sorry Logan. What did you say?"
"I said that I wasn't finished yet. Even though I have no problem with you looking absolutely and breathtakingly hot. Would you mind not looking like that for our next 3 dates?" Logan said with a smirk.
"What are you saying, Logan? Are you calling me a tease?" Max countered.
"Maybe", he said while raising his eyebrows and then lifting his wine glass.
Max lifted her glass as well, they toasted and then drank. It wasn't the gulping drinking to ease the nervousness and to cover the embarrassing silence like they experienced on their only date-like attempt a while back. It was a relaxed and playful almost sensual/sexual atmosphere. They locked eyes over the rim of their glasses. Not nervous. Not embarrassed of what they could or could not say.
All would be over soon. Then there were no more limits. Not physical, not emotional. And for the first time, none of them had major doubts about it. No major doubts that is. Of course Max had her "I'm a killing machine. I don't deserve him. I'm trouble. I'm poison. I get him killed" doubts.
And Logan had his "What does she want with a guy like me? I can't give her what she needs. I'm the reason why she sticks around and that's what gets her killed in the end" doubts.
But other than that. They had the intention of enjoying themselves. Be lightheaded for once.
After another glass of wine and some appetizers Logan looked at his watch.
"We would have to go if we want to catch the movie."
Max didn't feel like leaving. They talked and laughed and had a good time. But they had another 3 dates. A lot of time left to talk. Why risking running out of things to say. So she grabbed her jacket and got up. "Let's go then."
Logan left a fifty dollar note on the table and rushed after Max, intent to be the gentleman he promised to be and open the door for her.
******************************** Max and OC's apartment:
It was after midnight, when the door opened. OC's head snapped up as she woke from her little nap and she saw Max walking in, trying to be quiet and not to wake OC.
"So did you kill the guy?" OC said from the couch.
"Cindy. You're still up?" Max asked in surprise. She took her jacket off and plopped down on the couch next to OC.
"You think I could've gone to sleep without hearing how the date went? Think again. So how was it? Roller-boy still among the living?" Cindy asked with a grin. She could see on Max' face and the smile that would not leave her features - even though she tried to hide it - that the date had gone well.
"It was nice", Max said teasingly.
"Nice? I'm waiting up until the wee hours to hear that the date was nice. You gotta give Original Cindy a little bit more, boo." Cindy replied, seeing, that Max was about to burst if she didn't get rid of it.
"OC", Max sighed, "Is it possible to burst with happiness? Logan and I had such a wonderful time tonight. We had drinks, we talked, we laughed. He was such a gentleman. I mean not like he could have done anything un-gentleman like without dropping dead. But I felt like a real woman tonight. Like a regular girl." Max leaned back into the couch and smiled again.
"So the boy teats you nice?" OC asked, already knowing the answer. But she'd never seen Max talking about her feelings and emotions so openly, so she tried to push it a little more.
"He treated me like I'm the only woman around him all night. There was this bitch of a waitress, who checked him out and flirted with him in front of my eyes, and he didn't waste a second to let her know he was there with me. He treats me like I'm special. But in a good way. So yeah. The evening was just nice." Max concluded her report and looked at Cindy.
"Well boo. What can I say. I'm really happy for you. And if I can do anything to help you stay this happy, just let me know." OC offered.
"Thanks. But no thanks," Max replied with a grin.
"What?" OC asked in confusion. Did her boo just tell her she didn't need her help. Sure she wasn't much of an expert, when it came to boy-girl interaction. But there was no doubt, she was the queen of love advice. Max grinned after seeing OC looking so confused and a little offended.
"Relax. All I'm saying is, that if you continue dressing me and unbuttoning me - that is, Logan's gonna die of a heart attack. The tension between us when he dropped me off after the date was so thick that you wouldn't have been able to cut it with those magic knives." Max explained, pointing to the infomercial about magic, sharp cooking knives in the little TV that was on in the background.
"So what you're saying is, that the second the virus bitch is gone you two are gonna jump each others bones to work up that tension? Did Original Cindy get that right?" Cindy asked with amusement.
"I'm saying, that any second now, we are gonna jump each other. I don't know how I'm going to survive another 3 dates with him. Having him so close, looking so good, smelling so good. All I wanne do is touch him, kiss him. But I can't. And I don't wanne think about what to do when the test results come back negative. I really don't know." Max said with desperation.
"Then don't think about it. Max. All's gonna be aight, boo. Just hang in there for another few days. There's no point in going all crazy about what might happen. Just wait, enjoy and see what happens" OC advised her.
"Enjoy?" Max said in disbelief. "What is so enjoyable about all that?"
"You said it yourself just a minute ago. Stop going all crazy, world's- going-down on me now. You said he makes you feel good, and special, and regular. You said you enjoy being with him. And let me tell you boo. That sexual tension. There's nothing better than building it up and then give into it. Believe me. Original Cindy knows what she's talking about. Now go to bed and dream about your boy-toy. It's late and we have to go to work tomorrow." Cindy said while getting up from the couch and moved towards her little sleeping quarters.
Max didn't feel like going to bed right now. She turned the TV off and stretched out on the couch. She closed her eyes and replayed the evening again. And before she knew it she was asleep, a smile playing on her face.
TBC
AN: I know. I know. I finally update and then I give you a chapter, where nothing even remotely new or interesting happens. Sorry bout that. It might happen again. Waddayathink?