Another Attack by Reilynn

Alternate ending to Art Attack. Logan discovers sensation with Max, and what would YOU do with it?

Rating: I am struggling with the rating on this one. If there is something that I left in that you do not feel is appropriate, please let me know – I will consider removing it. There is an unrated, completed version of this floating around. If you go over to the Blah, Blah, Woof, Woof forum, I am sure someone will help you get a copy (if you want one).

I am not sure that Maria656 wants her pure name associated with this definitely not innocent piece of smut, but …. Thanks for checking it for me.

Author Notes: Thoughts are in italics. This is my first attempt at a racy story. Please let me know how I did.

Disclaimer: "I don't own Max, Logan, the Dark Angel Universe or anything of significant value that would be worth the effort to sue and I make no money off this. Yadda, yadda, yadda."

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Way better than cake, Max thought as she multitasked. Her hands caressed his head, neck and shoulders. Her hip pressed systematically against a hidden hardness under his silk boxers. Her legs moved up and down his, all the way to where her toes grazed lightly over his.

Logan's strong hands grasped Max's waist and he lifted her up, placing a series of slow shivery kisses down the hollow of her throat until he reached her breast. "Max!" he murmured appreciatively before his mouth descended on the first.

"Logan!" Max's breathing quickened; she moaned and held his head to her. Her toes could no longer reach his, but she did find something else to play with. Something hardening under silk. Something wonderful.

Logan couldn't believe how aroused he was getting. "Max," he murmured appreciatively as he switched to her other breast; licking, sucking, grazing his teeth over it, flicking his tongue over it; doing all the things he hoped she would let him do to her clit soon. God, I want give her pleasure! I can give her that much at least.

Max couldn't believe how aroused Logan had made her without even touching her below the waist. Hopefully I'll be able to please him nearly this much! I can't believe what the man can do with his tongue.

Just when Max was sure she couldn't take any more Logan released the wonderful pressure that he had been applying to her breast, and returned to the first one and started over.

"Logan!" Max squirmed in his grasp.

Logan brought her back down to face him. The amused smile was wiped off his face as Max latched onto his mouth with hers. They dueled for a few minutes as hands explored. Eventually Max broke the kiss. "Logan!" she begged. Max looked at Logan, imploring him to understand what she couldn't put into words.

"How can a beautiful strong young woman like you want a broken old man like me so much?" Logan asked ruefully.

Max took his hand and led it to her panties. She gently encouraged him to place his hand inside. Logan complied; his smile contained a sensuous flame as he was confronted with evidence of how much Max wanted him.

"Take these off," Logan told her. Max complied nearly faster than Logan could see. He smiled at his eager little chimera. "Max, there are a few things we should talk about. Things that will be different for me now." Logan began just as the brochures had suggested; he briefly wished that he had read the whole damned thing instead of just the first page then throwing them away.

"I've been different all my life, Logan." Max interrupted as she knelt by his boxers. "But, are you sure?" To make her point she pulled the boxers down. She grasped Logan firmly and smiled when Logan gasped and jumped. "Are you sure you can't feel me?"

"I can feel that," Logan gasped.

"Mmmm." Max murmured.

"Oh, GOD!" If Logan could have moved his hips at that moment he would have. The sensation wasn't the same, it wasn't as intense, but it was so much more than he had ever hoped for.

Max positioned herself over Logan as he writhed in unexpected ecstasy. "Tell me you want me," Max demanded.

"I want you," Logan replied instantly.

Max guided Logan into her and slowly lowered herself to him. She savored the feel of him inside her; astonished at the sense of fulfillment that he gave her. Max rode Logan slowly, gyrating forward and back, experimenting with different angles and rhythms until his hands came to her hips to guide her. In this, as with so much else, she followed his lead and soon he was moaning in pleasure. She continued to follow the rhythm he showed her, her hips angled slightly forward, while Logan's fingertips grazed lightly over he arms.

"Max, my angel," Logan moaned.

"I take it you feel that." Max's smile was eager and alive with affection and delight and joy and … other things.

"Oh, yes. I'm in heaven."

"First time I heard it called that," Max laughed. The sound of her laughter went through both of them in a gentle wave.

Logan's hands moved gently up the length of her back and guided her forward to where he could taste her. She brought her mouth to his briefly, and then returned to the motions that were getting those delicious moans before.

"Max. As much as I am enjoying this, more than I imagined would be possible for me ever again, I should tell you …" Logan gasped as Max sped up. "I … may not … that is, I shouldn't … the doctors said that I wouldn't climax."

"Bet they said this was impossible too."

"No, just … unlikely. I want you to know, I am happy. Even if I don't climax."

"You will," Max decreed. "I've got a couple tricks up my … well, I have some tricks. After all," she leaned forward so she could whisper huskily into his ear. "Wasn't it my extraordinary display of athleticism that first impressed you? I don't have to be anywhere for a couple days. You ain't seen nothing yet."

Days! Logan felt himself shudder as Max's warm breath flowed across his ear.

To be continued...