Part 2
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Disclaimer as before, plus the song lyrics aren't mine either. There are several versions of "Feel the Fire" out, but for this purpose, I used the Stephanie Mills version. (figured a guy would respond better to a woman's voice; any females wanting to look it up go for the Peabo Bryson version)
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Max and Logan are sitting on the blanket and have finished most of the dinner.
"That was delicious Max. I'm impressed," Logan informs her happily.
"I used your recipe to roast the chicken for the salad, and OC helped me with the soup. I hope you have room for dessert."
Max gets up gracefully and walks into another room. She dims the lights as she passes by the switch. She comes back in carrying a tray with what, at a distance and only the candlelight, looks like a pizza with two candles on it. When she gets halfway to Logan she starts to sing the birthday song. Upon reaching him, Max kneels in front of him so he can blow out the candles and Logan can now see that it isn't a pizza, but a giant chocolate chip cookie with his name written in icing and the candles are two of the shaped ones that make the number '32'. Max is smiling when she finishes singing and with the glow of the candles illuminating her face, she appears to be glowing too.
(She is breathtaking.) That lump in Logan's throat is threatening to reappear.
"Make a wish," Max says in a soft voice.
(Thank goodness for that rule about not saying your wish out loud.) About a dozen naughty thoughts are running through his head, but Logan finally closes his eyes and blows out the candles. "This is different," he says, gesturing at the cookie.
"The guy at the bakery suggested it," Max explains, as she hands him the pizza cutter. "He said he never met a guy that didn't like chocolate chip cookies, and this was more festive than just handing you a bag of little cookies. I'll cut the leftovers so you can snack on them later."
"They are my favorites-I guess they remind me of my mom and home." Logan cuts a wedge of the cookie, puts the cutter down, then holds the piece near Max's mouth for her to take a bite. She looks at him a bit surprised, but takes a small taste and licks the chocolate from her lips. (God, I wish I was the chocolate; or the cookie.) Logan turns the cookie around and takes a bite, remembering that Max's lips were just there a second ago.
Max looks at him eating the cookie and swallows hard. (God, I wish I was that cookie. I wonder if he can hear my heart pounding.) Just watching him heats her insides. Max suddenly gets up and walks over to the stereo and changes the music. Logan wonders what happened, but says nothing as she walks back to him. He notes that she looks a bit apprehensive, but she covers it quickly with a small smile.
She holds her hand out to him. "I would like a dance with the birthday boy."
Logan frowns. (She isn't that cruel-doesn't she know I would kill to hold her in my arms and dance her around the room?) "Umm, Max," he starts, but Max gives a frustrated groan as she moves the wheelchair closer to him.
"I take it you never read any of those pamphlets from the hospital and rehab? Get in the chair; there's more than one way to have me on the dance floor." She steadies the chair while he transfers, then moves the chair away from the blanket and closer to the stereo. The opening notes of "Feel the Fire" come on as she sits in his lap and puts an arm around his shoulders. She then moves one of his arms to her hip. "Don't let me fall."
Logan manages to recover his powers of speech. "I won't, I promise," he replies as he holds onto her more firmly. Max puts her other arm around him and rests her head on his shoulder and moves the chair slowly with her foot. When Logan realizes that she is moving the chair, he wraps his other arm around her waist and settles her against him more closely.
Somethin' that you told
Stayed in my head-all night long
You wanted me to love you
When you said simply
Reach out and touch me
My love is in your hands
Feel me
I want to feel the fire, mmm
Feel me
I want to feel you, oh
Max feels like she is being flooded by all of the emotions and feelings she has. Sitting in his lap with her arms around his strong shoulders and smelling his aftershave (he shaved!) being in his arms is almost too much, she has dreamed of it for so long. Then Logan absently rubs her hip as they continue dancing...(I'm gonna lose it)
And if I should lose your love
For any reason, any reason at all
Then let my record show
I gave you all the love I know, (ooh, ooh, oh, oh)
It's somethin' that you told me
It stayed in my head-all night long
You wanted me to love you
When you said simply
Reach out and touch me
My love is in your hands,
Feel me
I want to feel the fire, yeah, oh
Feel me, (all you got to do )
I want to feel you, (I wanna feel you, yes, I do, oh )
Logan is overwhelmed. The feel of his dream girl's body pressed against his, their arms wrapped around each other, the fragrance of her cologne, the sensuous and emotional song and Max absently running his fingers through the hair that has grown a bit long in the back. (She obviously picked this song for a reason. Hard to believe my angel apparently wants me as much as I want her.) He moves the hand he had at her waist to her thigh where he can feel the edge of her stockings under her skirt and imagines removing them from her as a prelude to more.
Feel the fire (Feel...oh...)
Don't try to play with my emotions
Give me love,
give me all the love and all your devotion
(Oh...oh...oh...oh...)
Feel the fire
Feel the fire
(Don't, don't try to play with my )
Feel the fire
Feel the fire
Feel the fire
Max is biting her lip. Logan's caressing her leg has built a raging ache in her breasts and other points further south. (Talk about feeling a fire-I hope this works.) As the song ends, she sits up and looks at Logan's eyes. Her eyes are shining with all of the love and emotions she had been denying up until now. She looks at his lips briefly then back to his eyes.
Logan looks at his beloved angel. When she looked at his lips, he takes that as the go ahead sign. He leaned closer to her and gives her a soft, gentle kiss on the lips, then pulls back for a moment before kissing her again, more firmly and moving his hand hand to her cheek as he moved to a better angle and ran his tongue over her lips.
Max opened to his intrusion and moaned softly. The reality of their kiss was so much better than her fantasies, both of their mouths devouring each other and their hand roaming over each others bodies. (Thank goodness I'm already sitting or my legs would have collapsed from under me.) (She tastes like cookies and cherries!) When the need for air became insistent, their lips separated, but they continued kissing other parts of each others face and neck.
Logan figured if this was a dream or his last wish he was going to make the most of it. He slowly slid one of his hands around to her full breast and gently caressed her. Max gasped at the contact and then she purred with satisfaction. She places her hands over his and holds him to her tightly. "Oh Logan," she sighs.
"This is okay, right?" he asks gently.
"It's wonderful. Why did we waste so much time?"
"Well, speaking for myself, just scared and stupid. But we're here now." Logan starts kissing her again.
"About the cabin, the kiss, it wasn't just me being emotional. I meant it then and I mean it now." Max gets tears in her eyes as she speaks. She takes a deep breath. "I love you Logan."
Logan is floored by her words. He couldn't even imagine her really with him, and loving him, and now she is in his lap saying the words he's longed for. He takes another deep breath, trying not to cry, but he is so moved by the words. (She loves me, she loves me, she loves me!)
Max is disappointed by his silence, which she takes as rejection. (I should have waited, I should have let him speak first, now I've ruined a good friendship.) She moves his hands from her body and holds back a cry. She couldn't possibly miss his touch already. She starts to get up when Logan grabs her and pulls her back.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. I'll take it back if you'll still be my friend."
Logan figures out that she took his silence as a sign that he didn't return her feelings. (I've hurt her. I have to fix this and fast.) "Max, don't. I'm not upset or mad. I was, am, overwhelmed. I never thought that I would hear those words again, especially after the shooting." He gently turns her to face him. "I love you Max. I have for a long time. I just didn't think that you could love me." He takes her face gently in both hands and kisses her again, thoroughly showing her how much he loves her.
Max stops him and pulls back a bit to look at him. She can't believe Logan said the words to her. (He loves me, Logan loves me!) It took her so long to even get the idea of love and being in love, then it took a while to even equate what she felt for Logan with love. Part of her denial was because even if she did have feelings for Logan, if he didn't return her feelings she wasn't about to risk being hurt. "Are you sure?" she asks softly. Max doesn't want this to later be written off as another "emotional" moment.
Logan gently takes her face in his hands and moves her to look in his eyes. "Yes Max. I love you." He kisses her on her forehead, then leans his head against hers. He can tell she's taking it in.
(He said it again. I think, no I believe he means it. I don't know why he loves a messed up, not entirely human like me, but I'm happy that he does.) Max starts kissing Logan, tasting every millimeter of his lips before invading his mouth with her tongue. He tastes like a combination of the dessert they just had and something uniquely Logan, and she savors it. Her hands are everywhere; roaming through his hair and over his body. She felt like it would cause her pain not to be in contact with him in some way.
Logan is relishing Max's advances and responding by caressing her all over. The feel of her body through the softness of her sweater is addicting and he tentatively slides his hand under her sweater to her waist. Her soft warm skin is like a drug and he continues moving his hands up until he reaches her breast. She moans softly and stops kissing him long enough to pull the sweater off and toss it aside. His eyes dilate when he sees the golden perfection he had only fantasized about. He gently strokes her breasts, then touches her more firmly. Max purrs and he can't help smiling. His own sexy little kitten. He kisses down her neck and chest till he reaches her breasts. He slides the straps of her bra down so he can kiss her there. She arches her back to get closer to his hot mouth. Nothing had ever felt so good to her. Max wants to feel his skin on hers and starts sliding her hands under his sweater. (His workout have really paid off) The last coherent thought Max has is that the floor might be too uncomfortable for Logan, but she hates to interrupt things when they have so many precedents on things going sideways after interruptions. (If I drive he could keep his mouth right where it is...I'm awful; this is supposed to be about us, not just me...but it's been so long and he feels soooo good...Suck it up woman! Get to that king-size bed and you both can have the time of your lives.)
With a show of willpower that would have made her creators proud, she gently lifted Logan's face away from her breasts. "Logan, Darling?"
"What's wrong Love?"
"Nothing, trust me. I was just thinking that we might continue this in your comfy bed instead of this hard floor.
"Are you sure? I don't mind."
"I do. I intend for this to take a long time," she informs him in a soft, husky voice. "I want you to be comfortable."
Logan gives her one last kiss before fixing her bra back on her shoulders. Max carefully stands up, making sure her legs are steady beneath her before moving. She collects her sweater and puts it on, then starts picking up the picnic things. Logan goes around the room and blows out the candles and turns off the CD. "Is this yours or does it belong here?'
"The player belongs here, but the CD is ours," she answers with a smile. Logan returns her smile and removes the disc from the machine and puts it in the case. He notices Max bending over to pack up the picnic basket and he bites back a groan at the sight of her backside.
"Anything else I can do to help?" he asks, anxious to get home all of a sudden.
Max hands him the blanket and gives him a quick kiss. "Take this out to the car and get yourself situated and I'll be out as soon as I lock up. Do you mind if I drive home?"
"Not at all."
She starts to turn away, but Logan catches her hand and pulls her back around and kisses her more deeply. "Hurry," he commands in a low, sexy tone.
Max feels her insides heat just from the way he looked at her and the tone of his voice. She rapidly gathers the things, turns on the alarm, locks the door, and stows the gear in the Aztek. "We're outta here," she says as she fastens her seatbelt.
As Max drives, Logan places his hand on her thigh and gently caresses her., lightly rubbing her leg. "Stockings, huh?"
Max chuckles softly. "You're such a guy."
"Oh really?" he asks with a devious look on his face. He then slides her skirt up so he can touch her right at the edge where the nylon meets her skin. Max gasps sharply when he starts stroking her leg. Logan continues, noting her white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel as he does. "Wait till we get home and do this again with my mouth."
It takes every shred of self-control Max possesses to get them home safely and not pull the car to the side of the rode and attack him. "You are so going to pay for that when we get back.
TBC