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A/N: This is to be the final chapter of this volume. Be on the lookout for the final volume, Harsh Realizations, due out sometime within the next two weeks.

Setting: Oh, please, as if any of you have forgotten.

It was more of lip-to-lip contact than an actual kiss. Honestly, as kisses go, it was pretty half-assed. But the emotion was there, the sacrifice had been made and the vulnerability laid bare.

Max stood bent, her lips on Logan's, for all of ten seconds, before, having no response from him whatsoever, she lost her nerve, and stepped back, eyes wide with fear and humiliation and desperately scanning his for some sort of reprieve, some sign that she hadn't just ruined their friendship.

There was none.

The only thing in his eyes was shock. She backed a few steps away, swallowing nervously. Breaking from his surprised stupor, he reached out calmly and grabbed her left wrist and took the now shaking glass of milk from her hand, and set it down next to them on the floor, well out of the way. Then he reclaimed her wrist, and yanked her towards him so that she fell and was once again in his lap. The two of them rolled backwards in the chair several feet, but neither of them noticed, because as soon as she had landed in his lap, he'd kissed her.

Really kissed her.

After her own bout of shock wore off, Max responded rather enthusiastically. Hands wandered, tongues dueled. No sound was heard throughout the apartment for nearly half an hour, with the exception of the occasional moans that floated from the living room. Then the internal fires slowly cooled, their kisses were reduced from a frantic pace to one that was more slow and leisurely. Eventually they parted, and Max sat back a bit so that she could look him in the eyes. Then she narrowed her own evilly, and poked him in the shoulder.

"Ow!" Logan half exclaimed, half laughed in surprised pain. "What was that for?"

"That," Max answered as she stood. "Was for leaving me hanging there, thinking I'd ruined everything." She walked off. Logan scrambled after her, calling "Where are you going?" She turned and continued on, walking backwards as she spoke.

"I'm starved," she replied simply. Logan laughed and shook his head; he was now especially glad that he'd turned the oven off as he'd been retrieving her tryptophan pills.

When he wheeled into the kitchen after her, bringing the milk glass with him, he found her sniffing a forkful of the meatloaf, the pan in front of her. She finally ventured to actually put the food into her mouth, chewed it for all of two seconds before her face twisted up into the most amusing expression of disgust he had ever seen. So amusing, in fact, that Logan neglected to feel insulted as she spat the contents of her mouth out into the trash and stuck her mouth under the faucet in an attempt to rinse all of the residue out of her mouth. Once she had purged her mouth of the offending taste, she turned and walked towards him.

"You tasted better," was all she said before once again she was in his lap and they were joined at the mouth in a manner that could not be tainted by a word as plain as 'kissing.'

When they once again parted lips, they sat silent for a minute or so, eyes saying silently all of the things that they couldn't say aloud. Finally, Logan broke the lusty spell that enveloped them.

"So, um," he sputtered, trying to gather his thoughts. "What happens now? Are we, like, together, or..." He trailed off, knowing that she got the idea. Max simply shrugged and pressed her mouth over his once again, and all coherent thought left him as her tongue teased his into moving in sync with hers.

Finally, after a while of letting her rule their little make out session, Logan began to take initiative, determined to take control of the situation. He took a hands-on approach that soon had her half whimpering/half purring into his mouth, having lost track of the previously established rhythm. Then, in the middle of one of her little moans, he pulled back, holding her face away from his own so that he could look her in the eyes as she let out a cry of protest.

"I ask you again now Max," Logan told her breathlessly. "Are we together now or not?" Something in their actions told her that the decision had long since been made. She nodded, looking in his eyes so that he could see her sincerity. Satisfied, he released her and they once again were engulfed in one another.

Cut to:

Logan's Bedroom

Several Hours Later

Max flopped back next to Logan, both of them sweaty, physically exhausted, but extremely happy.

"So," Logan teased. "I rather hope I've expunged you of any regrets you may have had about us." Max curled in close to him with a purr.

"Mm, seeing you naked expunged me of the only regret that I had," was her lusty reply as she snuggled into his side.

"Which would be?" Logan's voice was that of amused curiosity.

"That we hadn't done this sooner," she sighed sleepily, her breath tickling his chest. "You're definitely worth the wait." He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pleased.

"Besides, I totally blame you for us not doing this before now," Max informed him. Logan's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh yeah? My fault?" He asked amused. "How do you figure?"

"Well," Max said as she arched and stretched her lats. "You're the one who kept getting their panties in a twist over their stupid pride. You kept kicking me out whenever stuff started to head in this direction." Logan started to protest, but Max cut him off. "And I'm the woman in this relationship, last I checked, and therefore, my word is infallible. So there!" Logan laughed and planted a chaste kiss on her forehead, any and all conflict forgotten as the two curled in closer together.

And, ignoring the looming threats of what the next day might bring, the happy pair drifted of to sleep.

THE (disgustingly mushy and angst-less) END

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A/N: Many thanks to antilope, for being a faithful reviewer and excellent test audience for this chapter. Happy Holidays everyone,

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