Love at Last Sight
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One Day
His fingers intertwine in her hair pulling her face to his.
She shivers at the feel of his soft lips coming into contact with hers.
Everything else just... disappears.
Neither would like anything more than to stay in this moment forever.
She moans with a deep throated growl, she almost forgot she had. No other man could make her feel this way.
Her fingers incessantly pull at his shirt and flick it away, where it land somewhere behind her forgotten.
His failure to remove her shirt fervently incites her impatience to do it herself.
Her tongue intermingles with his, battling for dominance.
He pulls her closer by the small of her back.
Her small hands stroke his upper back, egging him on.
She whimpers at the loss of contact while his mouth travels down her neck and chest laying soft kisses along.
She avidly lifts his mouth to hers.
He wickedly pulls back, rebelliously rousing her even more so.
He groans, sounding strangely like Logan… wait up! Logan?
Max's eyes snap open to the sight of Logan rubbing his eyes and clumsily finding his feet. Sweat coats her body in a light sheen.
It was just a dream!
Max cocked her head to the side in anguish. That was just snide, and wrong. Fiancé's to be married in only a day are not supposed to have livid dreams, especially when they are with your ex that nobody ever knew about.
No, that was just wrong, tortuously wrong.
"Max?" Logan mumbles through a thick haze of sleep.
"I'm sorry" he grumbles. She assumes he was speaking of his uncalled for freak out the day before. She should be used to it by now, him and his freaks, they were worse than hers now-a-days.
"Yeah… me too" she whispers with a sad light smile. Logan's face lights up in bliss. He hadn't actually expected her to take his apology so well. He had thought there would be more yelling, more arguing, and worse.
His sentiment lustful grin sent Max's nerves into knots, and not the way he would have liked it.
Logan's fingers lightly brushed over her bare shoulders.
She attempted to smile. It came out as more of a bemused gaze.
He leered over her, warning her of his intentions.
His lips smash down on hers. He obviously didn't have the same effect on her as she did on him as she leaned back. Logan misjudging her action edged on. Max again leaned back nearly knocking over the lamp on the bedside table in the process.
"Lo-gan" she murmured in a low belligerent voice.
"Max" he sanctioned clearly bruised by her rejection.
"Alec's here" she whispered in a pleaded warning.
"Right… Alec's here…" he mulled in disapproval. "Can't you just tell him to go away?" Logan griped.
"Save it" she smiled in a bittersweet tart girly smile. "Sides… weren't you the one who called him" Logan scowled at being beat.
Relieved by the quick save, she walked out of the room with a deep sense of wiltedness radiating off of her. All was well though, as it was soon replaced by a deep flush of catching an eyeful of Alec's bare chest.
She couldn't help it, staring. After all she had just experienced a one-sided reminder of what he did to her when his shirt was off.
"Morning Max" he cockily smirked turning his gaze to hers. Embarrassed she turned away and headed into the kitchen; her favorite place in the house.
"Put a shirt on" she growled unable to help herself.
After rummaging in the fridge for a few moments she emerged with a jug of milk. His hazel eyes followed her movement in envy. It was always like that around her. Envy pitting the bottom of his stomach. Logan didn't even realize what he had.
She finally caught wave of his staring and frivolously grinned reaching for a couple bowls. He had listened and put a shirt on.
He could see the slight flush rising up her neck.
"Stop that" she ragged with a good-humored tone.
"Stop what?" he smirked, receiving only a roll of the eyes.
"You want some?" she asked surprisingly, civilly.
Without a word he slid around her in the anything but tiny kitchen, brushing his fingers over her hips as he swept passed her. She tried to ignore it, she really did. But the skin seemed cold the instant his fingers relinquished.
He began pouring himself a bowl.
Abruptly she hopped off her feet and onto the counter. Munching on her fruit loops, kicking her feet like a child, he loved that. Alec casually leaned against the counter opposite from her.
Awkwardly they watched each other.
"Max!" Logan berated tearing both of their attention away. "Where did you get that? I thought I threw out the box! You know I could make breakfast!" his voice reared on in a monotonous drear.
"Well you know Ulrich don't ya Logan?" She smiled sickingly sweetly. "Well since Ulrich is such good buddies with this costumer, Logan, I called…" She smirked, Logan's contact, she used his contact to get her fruit loops. And there were more boxes where that came from.
"You what?" Logan sternly mocked.
"Logan" she sighed. "You know I don't need fancy breakfast every morning, I like fruit loops" her heels banged the oak cabinets in pronunciation.
Alec watched admittedly amused.
"Do you have a suit yet?" Logan concisely turned to him, doing all but intimidating him, as he had intended.
Alec shrugged. "Nah, haven't gotten around to it… I was just thinking I would wear jeans and…"
"This is a formal event Alec, which means no jeans and leather jacket is going to be good enough. You and Max can go get one" Max eyes widened and she hopped off the counter.
"Wait! If this is some sick way of getting back at me for this morning, I'm sorry! Logan!" she implored desperately.
"I have work to do and I can't go around babysitting... suit shopping" Logan huffed and turned, most likely to his beloved computer equipment.
Alec's amused eyes met hers.
"Well this is just great" she growled bitterly.
"This one then" he pleaded eager to get out of the store. Max stiffly turned to see a navy blue colored suit and shook her head.
"Yeah right… Logan would kill me if I let you wear blue."
"What's wrong with blue?" he stubbornly persisted.
"It won't match the décor" she mocked in the best Logan impression she could manage.
His inapt laughter caught her off guard.
"What's so funny"
"Nothing… well I mean aside from the fact that I have never seen you two fight this bad… ever."
"Whatever" she turned on heel to the back of the store.
Only minutes later she emerged with an armful of dress pants, shirts and coats. Alec scrunched his nose in disgust, formal wear.
"You wanna tie this thing" Alec growled, as Max sputter in laughter of watching his patheticness try doing it himself.
"Fine…" she apprehensively stands in front of him, avoiding his eyes. "I can't believe you don't know how to tie a bow tie Alec" she mutters with a light tone.
"I can't believe you do" Max fitfully shook her head with a slight upward curve in her lips. Alec was staring at her, making her squirm under his microscope. Ogling was just crude, she swore she could hit him then and there.
"There…" she glanced up momentarily and in finishing patted it. Still his eyes didn't tear from her. "Who knew you'd look good in a tux, huh?" Max added blithely, desperately trying to soothe her temporary discomfort.
It must have clicked because the moment her cheery voice reached his ears he turned to the mirror. He momentarily adjusted the tie, and pulled on the dress coat. Still he found his eyes drawn back to her.
"So… is Jessie coming?" Max inquired. She couldn't help it that it came out with a gauche syllable. She couldn't help fumbling with question protruding her all day.
Alec froze dropping his hands from the coat. She was almost positive she spotted a flash of guilt. Guilt, nah she must be imagining things? Right?
