Another Attack by Reilynn

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

Rating: This is the tame version. The 'Directors Cut' which is unrated ('cause really, do you know anyone that rates these things) is completed. If you head over to either Blah, Blah, Woof, Woof or DA Reflections, you should find enough hints to locate that.

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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Logan awoke later feeling incredibly spent. "La petit mort, indeed," he murmured and then pulled Max in to kiss her. Max melted into his strong arms and purred. His lips continued to explore her soft welcoming flesh until Logan needed to break for air.

"Max, we need to talk about the purring."

The purring stopped instantly. "You don't like the purring?" I guess that makes sense, it's a reminder that I am not entirely human.

"I love the purring! And I cannot tell you what a turn on it is to know that I am the only man you have ever purred for, but you have to stop when I climax. It is just too much! How long was I out, by the way?"

"Couple minutes." Max shrugged, still looking uncertain. "I thought men always fell asleep after sex."

"Max that wasn't rolling over and falling asleep. That was passing out! There's a difference!"

"What?"

Is she serious? Apparently. "Passing out is out of my control. Now, I admit that I like cuddling up and drifting off to sleep, but I want the option of a little 'afterglow'. Especially with you."

"Especially me?" Max asked.

"Uh huh." Logan let out a deep sigh, how do I explain this? "Max, we grew up in very different worlds. I .. we should have talked about what this means to you before. .. well, before."

"You mean so much to me Logan. Don't you know that?" Max placed her hand on his face and guided his lips to hers. For a time Logan let Max distract him with the physical.

"It's my fault. I was too excited about feeling anything at all. I should have asked you what you like, what you wanted. Max, my angel, I didn't even …You didn't climax. I do care, Max. Since we have already gone this far, let me make that up to you." I am blowing this, she looks more nervous, not less. "And then I'll fix us some food and we can talk."

Max smiled uncertainly and started to get up. "I'd never turn down one of your culinary miracles." Logan pulled her back to the bed.

"I owe you something before we go."

"No, you don't!" Max scowled at him and wondered briefly if she could get away with being indignant he'd implied she was 'for sale', but … she couldn't bring herself to lie to him about this. If we are going to stand a chance at all, with everything in the whole world against us, we need to have each other, and trust.

"Logan, there are some things about my … biology… that are not normal. You are right. We should have talked before. I was pretty excited too."

"And I just passed out on you, well, under you. I am a cad, I know. Let me make it up to you." What did I say wrong?

Max looked pained. There wasn't any way out of this, she was going to have to tell him. "Logan," she took a deep breath. "I don't climax."

"Never?"

Max shook her head, anxiously awaiting Logan's reaction to her latest revelation about her freak show of a body. She was puzzled by the huge grin that completely dominated his face.

"You have never had an orgasm?"

Ah! "Logan, it's not that I've never had sex before. I have. I've tried …masturbation. I just don't …come. I don't think Manticore thought it would be necessary."

If she's that uncomfortable with the vocabulary, she can't have that had much experience, not good experiences. Logan's grin just grew, although Max would not have thought it physically possible. "That is an interesting hypothesis you have there, Max. You do have a point; Manticore would not think you would need that. The question is could they find and remove the gene sequence for it? Heck, scientist can't even agree on why women have orgasms. Max, do you enjoy me touching you?"

"Yes."

"Then, what harm is there in letting me try?"

"Logan, I've had boyfriends before …"

"Boys, mere boys. Have you ever been with a man that knows you? That really knows who you are? That you don't have to be afraid they will notice something different?" Logan's voice had deepened to a husky whisper as he held her in his arms, one hand under her chin brought up her head so he looked into her eyes as he asked. "Have you ever been with a man that loves you?"

"Loves me?" she asked.

"I love you!" he affirmed.

"Logan!" She embraced him tightly, afraid that tears might be leaking from her chocolate eyes. She held him firmly to her while it sunk in that somebody loved her! "I …Logan!"

Logan understood; the words were hard for her right now, they would talk later. "Max, may I … explore your body?"

"You can do anything you like to me Logan." Max laid back, offering herself to Logan.

"Max, if I do anything you don't like or are uncomfortable with, let me know. I'll stop. Max, I …" Logan took her hand in his and squeezed it. "I would never do anything to hurt you. Trust me."

Max squeezed his hand back. "I do."

Remember that phrase, my love. Whoa, where did that come from? Back to business, Cale! "I want to start with something just relaxing. Ever had a back rub?"

"Not really. I didn't want anyone to see my bar code."

"I thought so. We will figure something out where I can give you a really good back rub, but for right now, roll over."

Max complied, happy at Logan's acceptance. Soon agile fingers pressed into her strong muscles, kneading in circles eliciting deep moans of satisfaction; fingertips lightly glided over her tawny skin leaving shudders and goose bumps in their wake.

When was the last time that I'd truly enjoyed myself with a man, or boy? That I could just relax and enjoy? Oh, right, never. All Max's life she had been running, fighting, hiding; she had been unable to give herself completely to any man – until now. In Logan's tender care she wasn't a genetically engineered killing machine or escaped lab rat – a failed experiment that never should have been – a lemon, she was just … Max.

Logan leaned in to nibble on her neck. His balance wasn't what it once was. He wasn't able to use both hands on Max because he needed one to support himself. He leaned in to Max and gently ran his tongue over her ear then down the back of her neck until he came to her bar code.

Max shivered as his chest hairs tickled her sensitized back. She just enjoyed him touching her. He wasn't making demands, or expecting anything from her that she couldn't give him. Would he want kids? Dunno, guess we'll find out when we talk. I hope not. For now Max simply took in the sensations of the wonderful things he was doing to her ear and then her neck. She tensed when he got to her bar code, the ultimate symbol of her artificialness.

Logan kissed her bar code lightly then ran his tongue over, up, and around it. He kissed her lightly again and squeezed her hand again, hoping that she would understand his acceptance of all that she was. Then he continued grazing his teeth over shoulder.

She understood. She was astonished how much Logan could turn her on with so little touch to what she hadn't even thought of as an erogenous zone.

Logan could tell by the squirming that she was ready. If he'd been a teenager - and whole, he ruthlessly pushed that unwelcome thought away- he'd have taken her right then. But he had already had his fun, more than he had any right to expect, this was about her now. And right now Logan Cale's incredible stubborn streak was determined to repay the favor in kind; Max has no idea what she was in for.

One gentle tug at her shoulder and Max rolled over to face Logan. He brushed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and then slowly worked his way down. His lips pressed against hers, tenderly covering her lush mouth. His tongue explored every curve and hollow of her ear; Logan suckled her neck not quite hard enough to leave a mark on a normal woman. He covered the arduous process of pushing his uncooperative body down Max's by kissing, nibbling, sucking, and licking every inch on his way down. Max gasped in unexpected delight when Logan rubbed the scruff of his chin over her tender skin under her arm and up the inside and then sighed in contentment as he kissed it better all the way back to her breast.

Inevitably Logan reached his destination. She parted her legs willingly. His skillful fingertips gently glided over her inner thigh, to toy briefly with her dark curls, and then skim down the other side. Max continued to make the most delightful little mews as she writhed slightly beneath his touch. Logan repeated the process as long as he dared, his dark angel was becoming impatient, and what truly delighted Logan was that she didn't even know what she was going to experience.

"I love you Max." Logan Cale proceeded to use his enormous stubborn streak to give Max the night of her life.

To be continued …..