Title: Forever

Rating: Nc17

Author: AnitaB

Author's note: A little bit of plot snuck into my romantically smutty shipper story. This story is set post "Shorties in love" and contains spoilers up to that point. It's the second in my Angel series, following "Falling" and would probably make more sense if you read it first. Written pre "Meow" sorry it took so long to post.

Disclaimers: Everyone knows I don't own these people I just play with them and give them back (Properly cleaned of course) to the real owners, Cameron/Eglee and Fox networks. I own nothing and nothing I do own would be worth getting in a lawsuit.

Forever

By AnitaB

Chapter one: The morning after

Logan mumbled in his sleep, pulling Max closer and burying his face in her hair. Max, also asleep, whispered his name and pressed her face against his neck. Then the dream began.

Logan looked down to see himself dressed in a tux, with his hands resting on the wheels of his chair. Realizing it was a dream, Logan's eyes searched the room for Max. Eyes flicking from shadow to shadow, he felt soft hands tracing his shoulders.

"Max." he covered her hands with his and pulled them down to rest against his chest, pulling her warmth closer to his back.

"I'm here, Logan." She walked around in front of the chair. Logan's eyes widened, she was wearing the traffic stopping dress she'd stolen for his cousin's wedding. "I told you I wasn't leaving." Max leaned down and lightly brushed her lips against his "I like it here."

"I like having you here," Logan reached out and pulled Max down into his lap, "but *here* is even better," he whispered against her lips. She kissed him eagerly, slipping her tongue between his lips to caress his own. Just as Logan tilted his head to deepen the kiss further, Max wriggled out of his lap with a teasing laugh.

"In our dreams you can walk so come and get me, Logan." She stood in front of him, a few feet away with a playful smile on her face.

"So it's our dream, is it? Not yours or mine." Logan stood and Max's heart tightened at the sight of him walking to her. He stopped a mere step in front of her. "So what else can we do in our dreams?" He held his arms out, inviting her closer.

"We can dance," Max stepped into his arms, feeling them close around her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Max lifted her gaze to his. With his lips millimeters from hers Logan pressed her body to the length of his. His fingers played on the bare skin of her neck and arms.

"I love you, Max. I love holding you like this." Her arms tightened around him.

"I love you, Logan. You know I love you." Max buried her face against his shoulder, "Don't you?"

Logan lifted her face to his, "Of course I know, Max. You've risked everything for me. I feel your love in every touch," he brushed his lips against hers, "every look." He locked his eyes to hers, "everything."

Faint music filled the room. Max leaned her forehead against Logan's. "Dance with me."

Logan led her into a slow dance, "Always, I'll always dance with you, Max." Holding her tight against his body, close enough to feel her heart pounding against his ribs, they danced. The music enveloped them, holding them in a place of safety and unity.

"Promise me," Max raised up and lightly kissed him.

"Anything." Logan responded, nuzzling her soft cheek.

"Promise you'll always hold me." Logan kissed her, putting every ounce of love into the kiss. Pulling back and gasping for breath, Logan made a vow.

"I promise, Max. I will always hold you, I'll always dance with you. Forever, my angel, forever."

"And I'll always be here for you, Logan. I'm not leaving you, ever." Max pulled his face down to hers, kissing him breathless. Logan leaned down and scooped Max up into his arms.

"I've wanted to do this for so long, to be able to hold you, carry you like this." Max smiled and cuddled closer into his arms.

"Can we stay here?" Max murmured into Logan's shoulder.

"Maybe we can come back. Shared dreams seem to be a part of our connection." He leaned down to capture her lips with his, savoring her taste.

The music changed suddenly to the buzz of Logan's alarm clock. Max opened her eyes to see the bare skin of Logan's chest. Raising her head, Max smiled into Logan's eyes.

"Good morning, Love." Logan pulled Max down to his lips, whispering "Thank you" before kissing her softly.

"For what?"

"For the dance, for letting me wake up with you in my arms, for loving me. For everything."

"You've done all those things for me, too. You've always been there when I needed you."

"I always want to be," Logan brushed his thumb back and forth across her barcode while his other hand pressed her against his chest. Both groaned at the feel of skin on skin. Max shivered, leaning down to taste the hollow of his throat. He moaned her name, leaning to catch her lips while his hands pulled her body astride his.

She gasped, pressing down to feel his arousal between her legs.

"How can I want you this much? I feel like I'm in heat whenever you touch me."

"Thank God," Logan sat up to run his fingers through her hair. "You can't possibly want me as much as I want you." He dropped a hand between her legs to tease the little bundle of nerves hidden there. Groaning at the feel of her flesh, wet and ready for him, he conceded. "Maybe you can."

"I've never wanted anything or anyone more in my life." Max lifted herself just enough to guide his hardness inside her. Sinking down on him, she felt Logan's fingers clenched into the flesh of her hips.

"God, yes. Max." Logan dipped his head to pull her nipple into his mouth, feeling it harden even more against his tongue.

"Logan," Max tightened around him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She held him against her and began rocking on him, feeling his hardness stroke her, fill her. It wasn't enough. Max hooked her ankles behind his back and suddenly rolled, pulling Logan on top of her. His weight pushed him deeper inside her depths.

"Yes!" Logan's exclamation harmonized with Max's cry of pleasure. His deep, plunging strokes had her arching up against him and digging her nails into his shoulders. The feel of his body covering hers was heavenly.

"Logan," Max ran a hand into his hair and pulled his lips to hers. She ran her tongue across his lips before plunging inside to taste him. Logan arched into her, driving deep and caressing her tongue with his own. Max tightened around Logan's shaft, her climax dragging him over the edge with her.

Logan collapsed, burying his face in her hair. Her arms pulled him close as her hands rubbed the slick skin of his back.

"You feel so good, Max. I don't know how I lived without touching you." Logan lifted up only enough to gaze into her deep brown eyes. "I love you."

Those brown eyes teared over, her hand rose to stroke the stubble on his face. "I love you so much, Logan. I never knew love could be this strong, until you." Logan smiled and kissed the tears from her cheeks. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her above him. Glancing at the clock, Logan reluctantly pulled himself out of Max's body.

"We should get out of bed and get dressed. Bling should be here any minute."

"That doesn't mean we have to get up. Bling and Original Cindy have been sure this had happened ages ago. He'd approve."

Logan smiled, "You're probably right. That doesn't mean I want to see him drool over the gorgeous naked chick in my bed. You're for my eyes only." The smile on his face twisted, accenting the joke.

Max laughed, "Your eyes only, huh." She jumped out of bed completely naked. "Really, now I'm your property?"

Logan sat up, eyes sparkling "Are you saying you don't belong to me? Don't you want to be mine?" Pulling himself to the edge of the bed, he pasted a very fake frown on his face. "Don't you love me anymore?"

Even knowing it was fake, Max couldn't help but respond. She knelt in front of him wearing a pout just as fake as his frown. Brushing her fingers through his hair she murmured sarcastically "Poor baby, are we a little insecure?"

Now that she was close enough, Logan dropped the act. With his arms around her, he turned, pulling her back into bed and laying on his side above her.

"I'm not insecure, I know you love me, Max. Just admit you're mine and we'll get dressed before you, my gorgeous woman," Logan's eyes traced down Max's body, followed closely by one hand. He paused, enjoying her quick response to his touch, before completing the thought "give Bling a sight he'll never forget."

Max leaned up and licked his ear, "We could both give Bling a sight he'll never forget, if you're up" she glanced down his body, "to it."

His body reacted to the invitation involuntarily and he groaned. "Max, this much exercise can't be good for a man my age."

"Like you're old, Logan."

Suddenly the pair froze at the sound of the door opening, followed by Bling's voice.

"Logan, you up yet."

"Max, go get dressed, hurry."

"My clothes, and yours, are in the living room." Max threw the words over her shoulder as she streaked into the bathroom.

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Bling walked into Logan's apartment and called for him. Getting no response, he headed into the kitchen. Strangely there was a half eaten dinner for two on the table, complete with an open bottle of wine and candles. The wine was sitting in a bucket of warm water and the candles were puddles of melted wax. But no Logan. //That's odd, he usually cleans up after Max leaves. Maybe Max didn't go home last night.\\ He stepped in the living room and the hoped for truth smacked him in the face. Picking up Max's red sweater, Bling smiled. //I hope she didn't hurt his back in the process.\\

"Logan, Max, I'm here. Do you want me to bring you your clothes?" Bling carried the whole bundle towards Logan's bedroom.

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