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Disclaimer: Don't own them, get nothing for this except a little glow of happiness that Logan and Max are made for eachother!

Chapter 4 - Poetry in Motion

Max arrived at Logan's apartment and travelled up in the elevator. She had resolved not to run or make some excuse and, after a long night with no sleep, had made some decisions as to how she was going to handle the feelings that she tried so desperately to keep at bay. The low fire that burned in the pit of her stomach for this man had been there since the very first moment they had laid eyes on eachother all those months ago. It had taken hours of serious thought to come to the conclusion that she should allow herself to feel these things that were so frighteningly forreign to her. She arrived outside the penthouse door and knocked, but was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear Logan open the door.

My god. She looks amazing. You've worked hard today and tonight is going to be perfect - as long as you don't scare her away.

"Max," it came out as a whisper so he didn't make her jump. Max met Logan's eyes for a long moment before the words would form.

"Um. Hi. I brought dessert." Max held up a huge cake box and Logan took it off her and carefully placed it on his lap. He moved out of the doorway and she walked into the apartment. Logan had been busy. There were candles on almost every surface and there was soft music coming from the lounge. He followed and diverted to the kitchen to check on dinner.

When Logan came back to the lounge, Max was standing in front of the window, looking out across the city.

"It looks so much better at night when you can't see the grime and the crime and the poverty, dontcha think?" he ventured as he stopped beside her. He handed her a glass of red wine and looked up at Max committing every detail of her beautiful face to his memory. "And you look stunning. You've gone to a lot of effort considering this was supposed to be an anti-date!"

"Yeah, well," she turned her back on the city and looked around the apartment at the candles and the perfectly set dinner table, "looks like I'm not the only one that made an effort!" she countered as she met his eyes which were set off perfectly by the fine pale sweater he wore. For a moment she was startled by their intensity, but then he smiled and held up his glass to clink against hers. She smiled back and raised her glass to her lips, eyes never leaving his as she took a sip of the wine. "So… when will dinner be ready?"

Logan smile widened and her stomach flipped, as it had done on so many other occasions but she had previously chosen to ignore. He gave his reply by turning and making his way to the kitchen to serve the meal he had so carefully prepared earlier.

The food was fantastic and they made small talk as they ate. Occasionally Max would glance at Logan to find him gazing at her. He would smile and look away, but each look sent butterflies fluttering around her stomach. Logan, on the other hand was so acutely aware of the vision of beauty in fromt of him that he almost forgot about the food on his plate and decided to himself that Max looked infinately more delicious than any dish he would ever prepare.

They eventually finished the main course and Logan suggested they eat the dessert Max had brought in the Lounge. He cleared the plates and took another bottle of wine and their glasses to the coffee table then carefully transferred himself from his wheelchair to the couch. Max excused herself and went to the bathroom, more to calm her racing pulse than to check her make-up.

Logan moved the jacket that Max had discarded on her way through the lounge when she arrived and a small red envelope fell out of the pocket. Logan picked up the envelope and examined it for a moment - it wasn't sealed. He looked around quickly and satisfied that Max was going to be a few moments longer, opened the envelope. Inside was a piece of folded paper. He carefully unfolded it and read the words written in the flowing hand that was Max's.

Logan

I couldn't think of what gift to get you for Valentine's so I wrote this instead. It's not as good as your writing, but it's my first go, so give me a chance.

I've kept my strange history a secret
Stayed purposely alone in the past
But my heart was finally stolen
When I ripped off a statue of Bast

Your knowledgeable eyes saw through me
Past my tough outer shell to my core
I love the times when we're together as friends
But sometimes I think I need more

I know we've both said 'We're not like that!'
And then just one glance gives us away
I hope that you're feeling this chemistry too
And that we'll be together someday

Max x

p.s. I know people send stuff anonymously on Valentines, but there's no point when I'm the only other person in your apartment!

Logan stared at the page in stunned silence. He never dreamed that Max would make such an admission, let alone commit it to paper. He folded the page, put it back in the envelope and quickly put the envelope into his pocket as he heard the bathroom door open and Max's footsteps down the hallway. 'Quid pro quo, Max. You steal my poem, I steal yours!'

Max was on her way back from the bathroom when she saw logan tuck the note back into the envelope and quickly push the note into his poacket. 'Shit, he found the envelope!' Max watched several emotions fleet across his chiselled features, ending with him biting his lip as he smiled to himself with a flush to his cheeks. 'Okay, so that smile is because he liked the poem, let's see what he does about it!'

TBC