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: M+
AN: Here we go. The penultimate Chapter. I hope you'll like it and I hope that this time you'll review as well. All this time I thought I lost my audience because of the lack of reviews. But now with the 'stats' feature I realized that I didn't lose readers but only reviewers. Over 100 hits and only 7 reviews? Come on guys. A little feedback would be nice. And to be sure that I get my review this time I finally give you what you've been asking for since chapter 1. Action. So read it, love it and review.
Thanks to the 7 guys who did review: Babyangel86, Ancient Galaxy, idlehands452, RT4ever, X-318, Inara Cabot, lightangel. You guys keep me going.
I thank Sammi for the beta work. And you should too. She talked me out of holding the chapter back in order to get you to review. Way to go girl. Keep me professional and fair.
So on with the much anticipated chapter:
Chapter 17: When dreams become reality
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"He's out." Alec said, checking on Zack, who lay unconscious on the floor.
"Good. Let's do the same." Max said and headed towards the now opened exit where Logan was busy ushering the young soldiers out. They were trained to be careful and alert. They knew that there was probably someone waiting for them on the outside. But they were ready and willing to fight their way through it.
"Okay. Let's get outta here." Max said to Logan and they both disappeared into the tunnel.
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Observation point:
Renfro watched in horror; 452 had done it again. Officer Cook stormed inside her office.
"Ma'am. They have escaped." He informed her in a hurry, awaiting his orders.
"I know. Nothing we can do about it. Let White and his men handle the situation. Dismissed." Renfro replied, her usual appetite to chase and capture absent.
"But ma'am, Mr. White and his men aren't at the exit yet. They won't be able to -" Officer Cook began, but was interrupted by Renfro.
"I said, dismissed." Renfro barked at him and stared into the almost empty cave with a blank expression on her face.
"Yes ma'am." Officer Cook answered. Surprised and confused but also obedient.
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The woods outside the cave:
The young soldiers ran out of the cave and were surprised that no Manticore troops were waiting for them with their weapons drawn. Surprise quickly turned into hope as they kept on running, stopping only when they couldn't see the tunnel anymore with their normal vision. They stood there and waited in silence until Alec, Max and Logan joined them.
"Can you believe that this exit wasn't guarded?" Alec asked Max and Logan once they came to a halt.
"You never know with Renfro. But I don't think us running free in the woods was part of her plan. What next? We can't stay together." Max said, looking at Logan.
"I thought you said we don't have to split up like you had to back in '09." X8-149 asked, feeling more confident after helping the older X5's with their escape plan.
"Just for the evade part. They'll follow us and we'll be harder to catch if we split up. Then we regroup later, I promise." Max explained, trying to calm the little girl down.
"What are the regrouping coordinates?" X7-287 requested to know.
"Uhm, I don't know…Logan? You got a safehouse set up where we all fit in?" Max asked him, hoping he had caught enough of his breath to be able to talk after sprinting through the woods a few seconds ago.
"Yeah, I actually do." Logan answered, still a little out of breath. "From the outside it looks like an old, run-down wooden farmhouse, but it's well equipped on the inside." Logan explained to the group then gave the exact address to Max, who translated them into coordinates for the rest of the group.
"Okay. You've got the coordinates. We'll all meet there at midnight – in about 20 hours. Make sure no one follows you. Split up in small groups, get out of the woods and lay low. Find a place to hide during daytime; young kids in military uniforms will draw too much attention. Don't steal, rob, mangle, maim or kill anyone. Be careful. Now go." Max finished. The kids split up in groups of four, ran off in different directions and disappeared in the darkness.
"I hope they make it." Max said, once all the kids were out of sight.
"Still no Manticore guys in sight." Alec commented, checking their surroundings.
"Let's take advantage of the situation then." Max responded, turning toward Alec. "Can you go straight to the safehouse and make sure everything is really safe? Keep an eye out for anything unusual. You never know, one of the kids may decide to go 'Home' to Manticore and betray his unit." Max advised.
"Sure no problem. Are you going back to the city?" Alec asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes. If we plan on getting them out of the country I need at least a phone to make arrangements. I doubt there's anything left of my computers but I gave Bling a disk. It's not a copy of the whole informant net, but it'll do." Logan explained, already thinking of a way to get his hands on a computer and some other equipment.
"Okay. Is the safehouse equipped with a phone?" Alec asked.
"Yes. We will contact you before we leave for the regrouping. See if everything is okay." Logan confirmed.
"Where can I reach you? Just in case." Alec asked.
"At Joshua's." Max answered, figuring it the only safe place since she had never taken Zack there.
"Okay. See you tomorrow night." Alec said and ran off into the dark.
"You okay?" Max asked Logan.
"Yeah. Just a little tired." Logan admitted. "You?"
"I'm fine. The day hasn't turned out the way I had hoped for, but I can't say that I'm not okay. Come on. It's a long walk back into the city. Let's get going so you can get some rest before we let Eyes Only out to do some magic." Max replied and tugged on Logan's hand to get him moving. But Logan didn't think of letting her hand go – ever again. So hand in hand they made their long way back to the city.
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Observation point:
"They are gone." White said, storming in Renfro's office.
"I know." Was Renfro's only reply.
"I know that you know. My question is why the hell didn't you do anything about it, Elizabeth? Why didn't you contact us? We could've cut them off. My men are searching the woods right now, but the odds of catching them are pretty slim by now, don't you think?" White yelled, not understanding why she was so passive all of a sudden. He had cooperated with her because she had drive. But now she just looked defeated.
"Let it go Ames. They're gone. And if they don't want to be found then we won't find them." Renfro answered him.
"Let it go? I don't know what happened here while I was gone, but this isn't you talking Elizabeth. I know you want 452 as much as I do. We can use the three captured X5's as bait to get her to turn herself in." White suggested, not believing what he had just heard her say.
"It's over Ames, let it go. They are gone and will stay gone. They are not looking for revenge, so they won't come after Manticore. And they don't know about The Familiars so you don't have to worry about anything. All they want is to live in peace, so lets do them that favor. They are of no use for us anymore. The obedient, flawed soldiers they were before we sent them out on the mission are gone. They started to think, they started to ask questions. The last thing I need is another bunch of soldiers to develop free will and infect the whole base with their dreams of freedom and creating their own destiny. We would only ask for trouble if we go after them and bring them back. We lost 452 a while ago. And today we lost 39 more. We've got enough blood and DNA samples of them to run some tests. We don't need them Ames. Let it go." Renfro repeated, looking him straight in the eye all the time.
"You will regret this, I promise you. We're not finished yet." Ames threatened her.
"As far as I'm concerned we are finished, Ames." Renfro replied, getting up and exiting the office, leaving a stunned Ames White behind.
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Joshua's house:
"So virus bitch gone. Max and Logan getting busy?" Joshua asked.
"Out of all the things we just told you Joshua, that's the part that interests you the most?" Max asked, laughing at her dog-shaped friend.
"Joshua wants to see little fella happy." Joshua answered in his naive kind of way.
"Well I am happy, big fella, and dirty and exhausted. I'll go and take a shower while you and Logan get a room ready where we can sleep for a few hours." Max said and left the guys to figure out the sleeping arrangements. She didn't know what would happen between her and Logan tonight. She knew he must be tired after not having slept for almost two full days. Whatever happened or didn't happen, she wanted to sleep in his arms tonight, feel his skin touching hers while listening to his strong heartbeat and steady breathing. And then dozing off only to wake up in his arms again. With that thought in mind she hurried up the stairs to take a quick shower.
"Logan and Max want to sleep in same bed?" Joshua asked, getting some blankets and sheets out of a big closet in the hallway.
"Uhm. Yeah, I think we do." Logan replied, a little unsure about that. He remembered the comment that Max had made about falling into bed with him the second the virus was cured. But he couldn't imagine spending another night without her beside him. He just wasn't sure how fast she wanted to move, though he was willing to give her all the time she needed. And if she didn't need time then he was ready. All the tiredness fled from his body at this thought and, after setting up the room with Joshua's help, he excused himself to take a shower in the downstairs bathroom. The pipes were old and rusty and there was no hot water available, but Logan didn't care.
By the time he got out of the bathroom, dressed in his boxers and one of Alec's old shirts that he had forgotten at Joshua's place, Max had already said her goodnights to Joshua and was waiting in 'their' bedroom. Logan quickly said goodnight to Joshua as well and entered the room, closing the door behind him.
"Feel better now?" Max asked, already under the sheets in only her panties and a tank top.
"Yeah. All fresh and clean now." Logan replied and stood in front of the bed, unsure what to do next.
"Come here." Max said, lifting the covers so Logan could slip in next to her.
He did so, and Max immediately cuddled close to him, resting her head on his shoulder and draping an arm and one leg over him. Logan relaxed and closed his arms around her, hugging her close to him. A satisfied sigh escaped both of their lips at the often dreamed of but never experienced intimacy.
"This is nice." Max whispered, and almost sounded a little surprised.
"I've been dreaming about this for a long time Max. I can't believe my dream finally came true." Logan admitted, rubbing her back softly.
"You dream a lot about us?" Max asked, remembering the morning after she had spent the night at his penthouse – in his bedroom. She had asked him if he had a nice dream and he had blushed and looked away immediately, demanding to know why she would ask a question like that. She decided to let it slide that morning, but things were different now. And she was dying to know what kind of dream it was that made him blush.
"Well, I guess now there's no reason to deny it any longer. I dream about you, about us, almost every night." Logan confessed, kissing the top of her head softly.
"That dream you had the night I spent sleeping next to you in your bedroom. What was it about Logan?" Max asked, lifting her head to look at him.
"Let's leave that for some other time Max." Logan suggested, getting fidgety.
"Tell me about your dream." Max insisted, looking at Logan expectantly.
"Okay. But let me turn off the light first." He gave in and untangled himself from Max to extinguish the light, leaving the room bathed in moonlight.
He took off his t-shirt and joined her back on the bed. He slipped under the covers again and scooted closer to her, spooning with her from behind. Max automatically pressed her body closer to Logan's, bringing their bodies flush against one another. One of his hands circled her waist while he offered his other arm to Max to use as a pillow.
Max didn't know what was coming, but she had a feeling that it would be good. She tried to get even closer to him, which was almost impossible. Logan removed Max's still damp hair from her neck and placed delicate kisses from there down to her shoulder. Max shuddered despite her resolve to stay calm. Logan took his sweet time, still kissing her neck while slowly moving his hand under her shirt, softly caressing her stomach.
"You know it wasn't a really naughty dream." He told her, nibbling her earlobe.
"That's okay. How would you classify the dream?" She asked, closing her eyes and completely surrendering to the feelings Logan's mouth, tongue, teeth and hand evoked.
"Well if I had to classify it I would call it a sensual dream. Yeah sensual." Logan replied, now moving to the back of her neck and tracing her barcode with his tongue.
Max stifled a moan. She would not give in easily. She wanted to hear what sensual dreams he had about them. She wouldn't let her desire to touch him, her desire to kiss and feel him get in the way of this highly erotic foreplay. She wanted him to tell her about his dream – every detail of it.
"Then tell me about it. And don't leave out anything." Max said, arching her neck to give him better access.
Logan knew where this would lead to and he had no objections. This was all so new for them, but it felt right. He had never really been comfortable talking about sex or erotic things. But now he wanted to arouse her with words, needed to share with her what he felt. He moved his hand to her hip and let it travel down her outer thigh. He didn't want to move too fast, so he just kept touching her softly, almost innocently.
He moved his mouth closer to her ear, nibbling her earlobe for a few precious seconds, and delighted in seeing goosebumps appear on her neck and shoulder. Then he closed his eyes, trying to remember every detail of his dream.
"I'm in my bedroom. I light candles everywhere because of the brown-out. There's a nasty storm out there, getting worse and worse by the minute. I'm waiting for you. I've sent you out to do a little recon for my current Eyes Only mission. I feel kinda guilty because I've sent you out during a storm like this, so I'm waiting for you." Logan started setting the scene. He was determined to give her every single detail, every emotion, everything.
Max heard his low voice close to her ear, could feel his breath on her as he almost whispered. She liked the little rasp in his voice and hoped that this would go on forever. She had never imagined that this would be so erotic, so damn intimate. She couldn't wait for him to go on. But he took his time. His hand moved under her shirt again to draw lazy circles on her stomach, occasionally caressing her sides, but never touching her breasts.
"I sit on my bed and wait. After a while I hear the door slam shut and I'm a little afraid. I feel guilty beyond words, but I couldn't know that the weather would get this bad. I hope you aren't too pissed at me. I don't know what to do, so I get off the bed. I'm just standing there waiting for you to storm in. After a minute you walk inside, calmer than I anticipated. But in your eyes I see how angry you are. I don't know if I'm the target for your anger so I just stand there and say nothing." Logan continued. Max had no idea what the sensual part was. At the moment it was just her being angry and him feeling guilty. She knew the dream would eventually lead to sex, she just wondered when the romance would begin.
"You are soaked through by the rain outside. Your leather pants are covered in dirt and your hair is wet and curly. You take off your jacket and throw it on the bed. I still say nothing; I'm just watching you. You take a deep breath and start telling me about your night. How everything went well until that idiot cut in front of you with his car and you landed on the side of the road in a pile of dirt. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding upon realizing that the anger is not targeted at me, but on that driver that ran you off the road. I step closer to you, trying to judge your reaction. You don't seem to mind, so I take the folder from your hand and throw it somewhere, not really caring about it right now.
I suggest you take a hot shower to get rid of the dirt and some of the tension. You don't object and go to the bathroom. I hear the shower start, and hope it'll make you feel better. I walk over to the training room and grab a bottle of massage oil, thinking that you deserve some pampering after a night like the one you've had. When you come out of the shower you are only wrapped up in a towel. You go to one of my drawers to get some clothes but I stop you. I lead you over to the bed asking you to lie down on your stomach. You glance at the nightstand and see the lavender massage oil. You smile that seductive smile of yours and drop your towel standing naked in front of me now." Logan rasped in her ear.
He kissed her neck gently, and could feel Max's pulse quicken by the mere image of her standing naked in the bedroom while he was fully clothed. His hand traveled down her stomach and grabbed the hem of her tank top. He slowly lifted it over her head, leaving her only in her panties. She immediately snuggled back into his naked chest, anticipating his next move. He leisurely stroked her arms and shoulder blades, resuming his position with his mouth next to her ear.
"You lay down on the bed and stretch out with your eyes closed. I remove my shirt, grab the oil from the nightstand and pour some on my hands. I rub them together to warm up the oil and then I bring them to your back, starting at your shoulders. You are tense and I massage you gently, trying to get you to relax. You let out a moan but I don't think it's because my touch arouses you, more because my touch relaxes you, makes you let go of everything that bothers you. But I'm aroused. Your back is glistening from the oil; the candlelight makes you look angelic. The soft sounds you release as I work your back only arouse me further. I pour more oil in my hands and start working on your arms, then your neck. Then I slowly move down your back, trying to concentrate on my task. I try to fight the urge to bend down and kiss your back, your shoulders, your neck." Logan went on making his dream come alive by touching Max exactly where he did in his dream. He tried to keep his breathing even, tried to move slowly. It was more erotic than he thought and he was still only at the massage part.
"I move lower down on your back, massaging all the tension out of your body. I finish massaging the small of your back then move lower to your butt, kneading it softly, innocently. I try to make my hands move in a non-sexual way, I really try. I can see you breathing harder, feel you squirm a little. But I'm doing this for you, so I move lower. I pour more oil on my hands and scoot a little further down, working on your thighs now and moving in slow circles. My hands accidentally brush your core and I can feel how wet you already are, but I'm not giving in. I move further down your thighs to your calves, one leg at a time." By now Max's heart was thumping out of control. She felt the moisture pool between her legs just how Logan had just described it. She felt his hands move over her thighs now and felt his arousal press against her butt. But she wouldn't give in just yet.
"When I'm done with both legs I slowly move back up. I move my hands to your shoulders. My breathing is labored now but I'm not done with you yet. In a shaky voice I ask you to turn around and you do so without opening your eyes. I reach for the oil again and this time I start on your arms, slowly moving to your shoulders and then your collarbone. But my hands are no longer massaging, they are caressing. I move my hands lower to your breasts. When you moan my eyes fly up to your face. You look flushed and I can almost see your rapid pulse on your neck. I can tell you like it and god do I like it." Logan continued, mimicking with his hands what his mouth told her he was doing. He felt Max start rubbing her butt against his erection but tried really hard to ignore that and concentrate on telling her about his dream.
"I knead your breasts for a minute. Your nipples are hard and sensitive and I tease them with my fingers, fighting the urge to bend down and take one in my mouth. Your little whimpers and moans make me throb but I don't want to stop now. I move my hands lower, spreading the oil over your stomach. I caress your sides, your ribcage. My finger dips into your navel and after a while I move lower. As tempted as I might be I avoid your center and move to your thighs yet again, bending one leg to have a better grip on it. My eyes fly to your core and I can see how aroused you are, I can smell how much you want me. You buck your hips towards my hands and I know you want me to touch you there, but I don't. I work down to your foot and back up your other leg. By now your whole body is glistening with a mixture of oil and sweat. I sit between your thighs. I'm sweating too and I move my hands to my face to wipe the sweat off.
At the loss of my hands on your body you open your eyes for the first time during the massage. Our eyes meet, and the only thing I can think of is how wanton you look. You look me over and then back in my eyes. You grin knowingly, having seen the state I'm in. As I wipe the sweat off my face my hands brush my lips and I taste the oil." Max was almost crazy by now. She felt all the sensations he described, and she could even taste the oil. She felt like she could come right now from just the feel of him against her and his raspy voice in her ear. She needed him to go on.
"I lower my hands back down to your thighs, stroking them softly. My thumbs come close to your center, tracing your soaked outer lips in a feather-like touch. I lick my lips, tasting the oil on them and it tastes incredibly good. I hold your gaze, telling you how tasty the oil is, what it tastes like. I see you swallow hard and can feel your thighs moving underneath my hands. After a minute I look down and see that you have spread your legs, now lying open in front of me. My eyes fly back to your face and I see you licking your lips. You open your mouth and it's like everything is in slow motion. Your voice is hoarse and raspy, and you tell me that there is something that tastes even better than the oil. I know exactly what you mean and lick my lips in anticipation." Logan was close to losing control by now. He moved his hands from her thighs to between her legs to finally touch her for real. He stroked her wetness there, but didn't enter her. He just moved his fingers lightly through her wet folds.
He didn't know what to do now. The urge to do exactly what he had done next in his dream was overwhelming. But he knew if he did that now he wouldn't be able to talk anymore. Wouldn't be able to describe how he felt anymore. So he decided to continue telling her what he did and follow through later. He continued stroking her, but only lightly. He didn't want it to end too soon.
"I lean over you and for the first time that night I kiss you. Your lips are so soft against mine. Your taste is intoxicating and I can't get enough. I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue explore your mouth. I never want to stop kissing you but I also know that there is something else for me to taste. I crave for it. I need it. So I slowly move from your lips to your chin, then your neck. You let out little moans and your hips are bucking up, encouraging me to move faster, but I won't. I move lower, caressing your perfect round breasts with my tongue and lips. You grab my head and press it to your breast, touching me for the first time that night." Logan continued, now caressing her breast with his right hand while his left hand abandoned her center for a few seconds to remove her panties. Max was out of her mind by now. She didn't know what she wanted more; him continuing his dream and caressing her body or him burying himself deep inside her and stopping the burning ache. He made the decision for her and continued his slow seduction.
"When my mouth leaves your breasts and moves lower to caress your abdomen you let out a sound that tells me that you are conflicted. You don't want me to stop making love to your breasts but you also can't wait for me to get to the main course. I kiss your stomach and dip my tongue in your belly button. I can smell your arousal, and feel the heat coming from your core. I can't wait to bury my head between your legs but I will myself to move slowly. To make it good for you and to memorize every inch of your body in case it wouldn't happen again. I can feel you squirming underneath my ministrations and finally make my move. I leave your belly button and move lower, my face hovering over your core." Logan described while dipping a finger inside of Max's dripping center. She was so wet for him, so ready for him. And he still had so much to tell her. He knew that he wouldn't be able to finish telling her his dream. He was rock hard and so close to her hot and wet core. He knew that he couldn't wait forever, that eventually he would lose his patience. And judging by Max's reaction he knew that she wanted him out of control. Taking her, all of her. To finally be one with her. But he still had some control left, so he kept on going, stroking her slowly and continuing.
"Your scent is overwhelming and I can't wait any longer; I have to taste you. I lower my head to your core and give it an open mouthed kiss just like I did with your upper lips. We both let out a groan. You taste divine. My hands are stroking your thighs while my mouth makes love to you. You let me know what you like the most. I love how oral you are; how responsive you are. Once again your hands grab my head, guiding me just where you need me. I know you are close. I know you want me to take you over the edge. I know you want me to caress your clit. I know it would make you come if I did. But I don't want this to stop. I have forgotten my own needs and all I live for is tasting you, pleasuring you." By now Logan was on the verge of losing control. He added a second finger and stroked Max harder, penetrating her deeper. Max had already lost control and bucked against his hand needing to feel more of him. Feel him deeper inside her. She wanted to tell him to take her, fuck her. But she knew the second she spoke, the spell would be broken and instinct would take over, and she didn't want him to stop talking. So she didn't speak. No words came out of her mouth, only moans and groans. She wanted to come, needed to come. But she also needed for Logan to continue.
"You flood my mouth with your juices. Your essence is driving me mad. I continue pleasuring you, unable to stop. I'm in a trance, focused on tasting you, on driving you crazy. Through my fog-clouded mind I suddenly hear your voice. One word. Logan. My name spoken from your mouth. It's desperate, wanton, urging me on. It's what I was waiting to hear. I finally move my mouth to your clit, encircling it, sucking it. I know you're close as your moans get louder and you buck up into my mouth. You are so close." Logan rasped in Max ear, adding a third finger and increasing his speed. Like he had just described in his fantasy his real-life Max started moaning louder; getting closer.
"I start sucking harder. I want you to come and I know you're at the point of no return. I graze your clit with my teeth and that does it. With a loud scream you come. Hard. I leave your clit and lap up your juices, licking softly now to bring you down. When I feel you relax I move up your body again, taking the same route I took on my way down. When I reach your face I kiss your lips tenderly and then draw back to look at you. You look flushed, but your breathing is slowing down. You open your eyes and look at me. And then you smile. You have never looked more beautiful to me than at this moment. With one hand you reach for my head, bringing me down to your lips while your other hand is moving down unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down. I know this is it. I will finally make love to you, the girl of my dreams." By now Max was almost desperate to feel Logan inside of her. As good as his fingers felt inside of her, she needed more. She gently pushed his hand away from her center and reached behind her to remove his boxer shorts.
"Are you sure Max?" Logan asked, knowing where this was going.
"Yes. Oh god yes Logan. But keep talking." Max answered, needing to finish the dream with him.
"We're both naked now. I lay on top of you, more aroused than I've ever been in my life. But I don't want it to end too soon, I need to get some control back. So I keep kissing you, devouring your mouth. Enjoying your warm skin against mine. Knowing how much you want me and how much I want you. Eventually I can't take it anymore. I stop the kiss and lock eyes with you while slowly pushing inside you, inch by inch. My gaze never leaves your eyes. Memorizing every emotion inside of me and every expression on your face." Logan continued describing his dream, making it a reality at the same time. Like in his fantasy he slowly pushed himself into Max's waiting center from behind her. She felt warm, wet and tight around him. He fit so perfectly, stretching her, taking her. Taking what was his and giving what was hers.
"Oh god Logan. Feels so good." Max moaned, unashamed to let him know just how good it was to finally feel him buried deep inside of her. She had longed for him for so long and now that it was finally happening she couldn't believe that it was so much better than in her many fantasies she had had about making love with him.
Logan started a slow rhythm. He didn't want it to end too soon, and he needed his breath to continue with the dream. Max wanted it that way so he obeyed. He'd do anything to make her happy. So he entered her at a leisure pace, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, kissing her neck and continued speaking.
"I move in and out of you slowly. Looking at you the whole time, studying your face. I don't want to miss a thing. You feel so good wrapped around me and I feel so good being inside you. I keep on moving slowly for what feels like eternity. But then I can't take it anymore. I need more." Just like in his dream Logan started to move faster. Pushing into her harder, faster.
He lost himself inside of her, forgetting his dream. Deciding to live in the here and now. Giving all of him to her. He grabbed her hips and rolled onto his back with Max on top of him with her back to him. He massaged her breasts, diving into her. Max spread her legs wider, planting both of her feet on the bed to gain the leverage she needed to move on top of her lover. Up and down. Circling. Grinding. Up and down. Circling. Grinding. And finally flying. Flying into ecstasy. Together. Screaming each other's names. Coming. Together. Not ending.
Max's hips finally came to a stop. Relaxed, exhausted and sated she lay back, resting on top of Logan's body, sweating, breathing heavily. Their hearts were pounding like crazy. Logan's arms encircled her and he gently kissed her shoulder. Still joined. One. Finally.
"God Logan. I've never felt like this." Max whispered, trying to catch her breath.
"I love you Max." Logan said, rolling them so they were lying on their sides again.
"And I love you Logan." Max replied, enjoying his warmth and his strength. She felt him withdraw from her body and tensed.
"No. Don't. Please." Max said, stopping his withdrawal. Needing to feel him. But Logan had other ideas.
"I need to kiss you." He explained and pulled out of her completely, tugging on her shoulder, urging her to turn around and face him.
"Need to kiss you so bad now." He whispered against her lips before claiming them as his. Kissing her deeply. Hungrily. Lovingly. Then they stopped. Just looking into each other's eyes. Content. Happy.
"This is better than any fantasy I ever had." Logan confessed, playfully kissing her nose.
"Do you have more of those fantasies Logan? Cause you sure did a great job with this one." Max replied, cuddling closer to him.
"I have more than enough Max. And we have all the time in the world to make them come true. Finally." Logan said, hugging her closer.
"Finally." Max repeated while closing her eyes and snuggling up to Logan.
"Good night Max." Logan whispered, also close to sleep.
"Night Logan." Max mumbled into his shoulder before slipping into a peaceful sleep. Not afraid of what tomorrow would bring.
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TBC
AN: There you are. I hope you are satisfied with the outcome of the first 'consummation'. There is more to come. Please read and review if you liked it and want more. I'll post the last chapter soon.
Thanks for reading J
Lfbrox