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: I know that a large piece is missing. If you really need to know what happened you are going to have to get a hold of the unrated 'directors cut'. It should not be hard. E-mail me or check out Dark Angel Reflections on a Broken World. There is a link to the full version there.

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 adjusted the water so that it was a slow, warm stream, about the diameter of a pen.

"That isn't very much water," Max commented.

"I have something I want to show you," Logan explained. Max hovered over him as he transferred himself into the tub. She resisted the urge to do it for him and was rewarded with his warm smile when he was done. "Come here." He motioned to the tub in front of him. "I will need your help with this."

Yes! He is letting me help him! "Sure." Max hopped into the tub and knelt before him.

"Turn around and lay down," he instructed.

"Okay," she said. Max didn't understand, but trusted him. "Why?"

"You'll see."

Max laid down in front of him, she had to raise her legs up because the tub was too short.

"I want you to hold me. My abdominal control isn't all that, so I want you to keep me sitting up. I have something else I need my hands for."

Max was delighted, and complied immediately. She reached her arms over her head and held on to Logan. As soon as she had him Logan's hands began to roam Max's body just as she anticipated they would.

He's going to start with the soap any minute now, Max thought.

Of course, that was not what Logan Cale had in mind.

A little while later …

She held him and called his name, over and over, as this climax reverberated through her.

Logan held her gently as her body trembled. "You never did that before."

Max shook her head and clung to him. Logan laughed softly and caressed her.

"Where the heck did you learn something like that?" she had to ask.

"I went to college," he replied with amusement.

"They have a course in THIS?" Max sat up to look at him and instantly realized how silly that question was. "Never mind."

Logan pulled her back into his embrace and added some scented oil to their bath. "I learned a lot of stuff not on the official curriculum. I'm happy to share. You can even do that without me."

"No," Max said. Without him? What is he talking about? No.

"Well, not right now, but someday after I'm history…"

Max turned to face him. "No! I don't want …" The same fear that gripped her each time she almost lost Logan was with her now. "Don't leave me," she said quietly. She pulled him forward and wrapped herself around him. "I don't want to be without you."

Logan didn't know how to deal with this. He returned her embrace, attempting to comfort her by stroking her hair. "What happened to the cynical Max who was asking me how you could promise to love someone forever?"

"Just because I don't understand emotions doesn't mean I don't feel them. I just …they can be …confusing." Max pulled back to look at Logan, hoping he understood. He didn't, how could he? She hadn't explained and she owed him far more than that. "I'm not good at … emotions. For the first nine or ten years of my life I was at Manticore. We were taught that emotions were nothing more than a weakness to be suppressed. Even after I escaped, that seemed pretty true. It took me a long time to figure stuff out. I learned how to fake being normal, but that did not include dealing with or reacting to my emotions. It was more faking the emotions that I thought a normal person would have than anything that I really felt. My own emotions were mostly fear, confusion, and anger. Nothing that I couldn't ignore."

"Max," Logan wanted to comfort her.

"Until you. I felt … other things that I didn't know how to deal with and couldn't suppress. The feelings were too strong, too insistent, too … wanted. It felt so good to feel something positive. But it was just so confusing. I didn't know what to say to you or how to tell you or … " Max paused to search Logan for understanding. It was there.

"I love you too Max." He pulled her in for a tender kiss.

"So this is love?" she teased.

"Uh huh. I knew when went out of you way to warn me about Val that you cared about me, but I wasn't sure how much."

"Is okay. I wasn't either."

"When you came back to give me your blood I knew you loved me, but I still couldn't imagine you wanting a broken man for a lover." Max starts to speak but Logan continues. "Actually, I didn't think anything below, oh, here, would work at all and I wanted to save both of us the embarrassment."

"If you knew I loved you then why didn't we at least talk about it?" Max asked, as if she hadn't been just as afraid as he was.

She just admitted she loved me! Logan's smile broadened in satisfaction. "There are lots kinds of love. It is a major weakness of our culture and language that we lump them all in the same word. I didn't think you would have desire for me, and even if you did, that it would last after you found out what my injury involved."

"I love you." Max was so proud of herself for being able to admit that out loud. "I'm not going anywhere, not without you."

"Okay. I should have had an escape plan ages ago, but I kind of planned on going down in a blaze of glory or becoming an example if anyone figured out that I was Eyes Only, but I'll set up some preparations, in case we have to run."

"You would come with me?" Max asked.

"I would have last time, except for the surgery, and the chair. I didn't want to slow you down."

"I told you that it's alright," she insisted.

"I know. And we will figure something out." Logan replied happily.

"What aren't you telling me?" she asked.

"I shouldn't be able to feel anything below the injury line …"

"I picked up on that," she quipped.

Smart ass. Logan laughed and kissed her. "I love you. As I was saying, something …miraculous is going on and, one way or another, I figure it has to be because of you."

"How so?"

"I can only think of three possible explanations. First, I can somehow feel you and just you. But I don't think that is the case because I can feel a little bit of the warmth from the tub but maybe that is just you … facilitating the sensation somehow."

"How?"

"Don't know, but if you can think of anything else after I am done explaining my theories, let me know."

"Sorry." But she didn't look sorry.

"Second, your touch is somehow healing me enough so that I have feeling back and hopefully more is better."

"I like that one."

"Third, your blood is somehow healing me."

"Now that one sounds plausible."

"True, but I think we should keep touching, just in case." Logan winked at her.

Max laughed, "Yes." She purred and nuzzled his neck.

Tongues dueled, hands roamed and the lovers soared, until the tub threatened to overflow.

"Oops." Max turned off the water and opened the drain to let a little water out. Logan reached out to take her hand, holding it, his fingers running over it until she closed the drain and returned to his arms.

"Logan?" she asked.

"Yes?" he answered.

"Do you remember when you said that your mother said that the universe was right on schedule and everything happens the way it's supposed to?"

"Yes." Although I am not sure I truly believed it before you.

"Does that mean that there is a plan? And something …arranging things?"

"Maybe. Why?"

"I know I was made. I'd rather believe that some higher power made me to be here, with you, like this!" Max wrapped her hand around Logan, who had hardened again. Logan gasped, sensation was still iffy, he had not even been aware of the erection until she touched him. "Made to be yours, your lover, than believe that I was made to be a killing machine."

Logan could scarcely believe they were going again. "Yes," he gasped. "It's the only explanation that makes any sense at all. We must have been made for each other." No other way a man my age is up AGAIN! Logan embraced his lover as she continued to amaze him.

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It was a measure of Logan's infatuation with Max and teaching her the fine art of lovemaking that he didn't even notice it was light outside when they ventured to the kitchen to gather food. Of course, he had a lot of knowledge to cover; Max hadn't been aware that there was a fine art to lovemaking.

Logan had Max taking frozen raspberries, cold cuts of turkey, crackers, various cheeses, chocolates, glasses, croissants, wine and napkins into the bedroom.

He's going to let me eat crackers in his bed. He must really love me! Max thought, although she was so giddy anything would have thrilled her. She was practically skipping.

Logan put some dark chocolate sauce in a carafe and set it in its hot water base, put some mint liquor in a tiny pitcher, set the plastic bear full of honey in his lap and followed Max into the bedroom for her next lesson.

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Max was just finishing a croissant sandwich she had thrown together when Logan entered the bedroom.

"Max!"

"Mmph?" Max looked up at Logan guiltily. She swallowed the last of the evidence and asked, "What?"

"You started without me," he teased.

"I'm hungry."

"I'll feed you." Logan gave Max a wicked grin.

"I thought we were done," Max asked, surprised to see desire back in Logan's eyes.

"I will never be done with you," Logan vowed.

Max smiled, soaring. "I meant, I thought we were taking a break for food. We need to eat."

"What makes you think we need to take a break to eat?"

Max's eyes widened in surprise as she watched Logan shove his alarm clock off the back of his nightstand to make room for the syrupy liquids. "I realize you missed out on a lot by not going to college. I am delighted to have the privilege of teaching you. Now, come here."

Max eagerly came into his arms. They kissed for a time. Logan pulled his tee shirt off of her and laid her back unto the bed. He gently stroked her naked body as he explained what he was going to do to her.

"Max, my love. We are going to work on associations. I want to teach your subconscious to associate chocolate with pleasure. It is supposed to increase your enjoyment of life if you create enough associations with pleasure. So just hold this piece of chocolate in your mouth and think about me worshiping your body and giving you this pleasure."

Max nodded obediently. Like I don't already associate chocolate with pleasure. Oh, well, I am not going to complain.

He placed a dark chocolate truffle in her mouth. He placed a light kiss on the outside of her mouth to seal the interaction then scooted down to worship her breasts. He began slowly, softly caressing with his hands then gently licking and suckling. Logan reached for the tiny pitcher full of peppermint liquor and drizzled a tiny amount onto her. Max moaned. Logan returned the pitcher to the nightstand and rubbed the syrupy liquor around. Max purred, the mint producing a cool, tingly sensation. Logan moved to devour the sweet syrup. The warmth of his mouth, the cool of the mint and the sheer joy of his possession overwhelmed Max; she gasped, and immediately began choking on what little of the chocolate truffle had not already melted in her mouth.

Logan stopped instantly. He rolled off her and she sat up coughing. Logan patted and rubbed her back, wishing he could sit up without taking his hands off of her. Max recovered and Logan sat up to hold her.

"I'm sorry," they said in loose harmony.

"No, Max. I never want you to apologize for giving me such …honest and open reactions to my … lovemaking. Never." Logan pulled her in to kiss her passionately and she gave herself fully to his ministrations.

"Mmmm, chocolate and mint," Max smiled in wonder.

"Yeah," Logan grinned at her.

"So, can I have another chocolate?" she asked.

"Of course," Logan said with a wicked gleam in his eye. He pushed himself to the head of the bed and braced himself against the back rest. He picked up a chocolate filled with cherry crème and placed it on his tongue then motioned for Max to come and get it.

Max may not have had Logan's experience, but no one would ever say she wasn't a fast learner. She went to him and in after the chocolate. Tongues dueled and hands roamed; Max purred and Logan moaned; the chocolate melted in the molten heat of the two new lovers; and the flavor of chocolate and cherry would forever remind them of breathtaking kisses.

"That's wonderful," Max whispered in awe.

"You're wonderful." Logan's voice broke with huskiness.

"We can do that again," Max teased hopefully.

"We have lots," Logan smiled. More than I dared dream.

"Maybe you could hide the candy somewhere else," Max dared to suggest. She looked up at Logan shyly as she waited what he would think of this suggestion.

"No, you don't want to put any candy, or anything with any sugar inside of your vagina. It could cause a yeast infection."

"Oh." Max blushed, embarrassed that she hadn't known that. I never get infections, or sick, so would that affect me? I don't want to bring up my differences.

"I'm going to take good care of you Max." Logan's voice was low and purposefully seductive and it had exactly the intended affect on Max. "But if your hunger for food is satisfied for the moment, I would enjoy tasting you with a little mint." Logan's hand grazed up Max's thighs up to the center of her being. Once again Max was completely captivated by the sensual spell that Logan Cale wove just for her; she nodded silently … eagerly … breathlessly...

His smile had more than a touch of eroticism as he laid her down on his bed. "I love you Max," was the last thing he actually said for awhile. His mouth was otherwise occupied until he had Max writhing in ecstasy and screaming his name again and again and again …

The dark chocolate sauce needed the hot water under it replaced, twice. The honey didn't work out at all. The frozen raspberries melted and juice ran down Max's front when she ate them, but that turned out wonderfully. The food was slowly, surely, and sensuously consumed leaving the two new found lovers satisfied, sated and slightly sticky.

"Shower?" Logan asked.

Max raised and eyebrow and grinned suggestively, obviously wondering what her lover had in mind now. "Sure."

Logan laughed. "Don't you ever sleep?"

Max looked nervous. "Not really."

"Oh. Well, I do need to. So, let's go take a warm shower, I'll change the sheets and … would it be alright if I held you until I fell asleep?" Logan decided the best way to reassure Max that he accepted her differences was to treat them as just a matter-of-fact. As often, Logan wasn't wrong.

"Aiight. You go start the water. I'll get the sheets. This time." Max knew it would be easier for her to do this than Logan, but she also knew how much pride he had. She nervously waited his answer.

Logan couldn't have denied Max anything at that point. If she wanted me to I could fly right now. "Okay, but maybe we should wait until after the shower to touch the clean sheets."

Max nodded and gave Logan her biggest smile. He went into the bathroom and she gathered the sheets and stuck them in the washing machine. She had just joined Logan in the shower, the sound of the water hitting their entwined bodies and the feel of Logan overwhelming her senses, when she completely failed to notice the sound of the front door opening.

… to be continued.