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. If this seems like there are parts missing, there are. See "Directors Cut" above.

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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Much later …

"Wow," she said. Max began to trace nonsense patterns through the light hair on Logan's chest.

"Uh huh," he whispered into her hair.

"So that is what all the fuss is about."

"Yes."

"What to know what else is amazing?" she baited.

"Tell me," he obligingly asked.

"I can feel your grin all the way down here," she said.

Logan let out a deep, rich laugh. He was more carefree and happy since … he couldn't even remember when.

With that she lifted her head to look at his beloved face. As expected he had a huge smile. "You going to say 'I told you so'"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I have so much to teach you my young lover."

Max purred, and sealed her lips to his. She didn't even mind the prickly 'Tuesday's shadow'. She pressed her hips against Logan's and let the purring do the arousing.

Eventually Logan broke the kiss. "Max, you know that I love your purring. I really love the purring."

"But, …" Max could tell where this was going; she stopped purring.

"I wasn't going to say 'but'" Logan objected, feigning offense.

"My mistake."

"Do you remember saying 'too much'?"

"Yes," Max replied. OK, maybe I don't know what he's talking about.

"That is because right after climax the clitoris," Damn, she has the cutest little blush! "and the penis, for that matter everything, becomes hypersensitive. If you continue stimulation, like the purring, it is too much. Your purring can be way too much. I want to cuddle you after we make love, not pass out."

"No purring?" Max was disappointed.

"I love the purring, just stop when I come. 'k?"

"Aiight!" Max grinned seductively at him. "So, ready for … more."

I can't believe talking about this embarrasses her. She has the cutest blush. "Maybe," Logan said.

Max purred and pressed her hips into his erection, which hardened immediately under her.

Logan let out a soft cry as sensation shot through him. "I guess so," he gasped.

Max needed no further encouragement. She began rocking on him.

"Logan?" she asked.

"HmmmMMM?" was all he could manage. This was still too new, too unexpected.

"Thank you."

Logan choked on a quick laugh. SHE is thanking ME? Good grief! "I should be thanking you." He looked up at her, laughter shining in his eyes. "You're doing all the work."

"I mean for … y'know," Max stammered shyly.

"Tell me," Logan gently coaxed.

"For …making me … come," she said, looking down at his belly button. She felt ridiculous being this awkward talking about this. Logan just smiled up at her. "Sorry it took so long."

Logan resisted the urge to laugh at his young lover; he had so much to teach her. "I'm not," Logan said. Max looked up. "Was only twenty three minutes … and I enjoyed every second. And, it was quite a thrill to be able to give you what no one has been able to give you before."

"Garlic olive bruchetta?" Max teased. Logan shook his head.

"Acceptance?" Max hesitated a moment. "Love?" She wanted to tell him that he meant so much more to her, but she didn't know how.

No one's ever told you they loved you before? No one you believe? No one you trusted? Max, my poor angel. No wonder you didn't care about other people when we first met. It's a miracle you care at all. "I love you," Logan said.

"Logan … as mind-blowing as …it was, as it is with you …" Max stammered and looked at Logan's belly button again. An innie, cute.

"My love," Logan murmured, his voice deep with desire. Max looked back up to Logan's face, his deep passionate eyes. "Make love with me," he pleaded. "Then we will take a bath, I think I even have some bubble bath. Then I'll find something to fix us for a snack, and then we will talk."

Max smiled, nodded, purred, and increased her thrusts.

Logan moaned and held on for dear life; he was so happy that -suddenly, miraculously- his life was once again dear to him, instead of something to endure so he could do his work. All because of Max. I have my miracle, right here, riding me. Logan let his hands roam freely and lost all track of time, as Max showed him just how much extraordinary athleticism she was capable of.

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Hours later …

The two lovers laid on the bed, entwined and panting.

"Max, my love, you know I'm over 30 right?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, so?" She asked.

"So, I'm done for a while."

Max giggled, "OK." She gently caressed his chest; Logan realized that she wasn't sleepy and, incredibly, neither was he.

"So, how about a bath?" he asked as innocently as he could. "I have a big Jacuzzi tub."

"That sounds nice. You too?"

"Yes."

"Good," Max said. She kissed him softly, then got up and walked to the bathroom. "A relaxing soak in your arms sounds wonderful."

Logan transferred to his chair and followed her, grinning in anticipation. His inexperienced little lover had so much to learn, and he was so eager to teach her.

To be continued ….