AN: Idlehands, BA, Mari, why do you do these things to me? Can't mix you guys with all the wine I had earlier today. My self-control when it comes to ending a story apparently goes straight out the window. :-P

And yes the story goes exactly where you expect it to go. ;-)

Oh and let me be a loser and point out the reasoning behind the title because it's not short for falling in love or falling into each other's arms (though those do work as well). It's instead of the falling out they had on the show, they fall in. (Man I'm cheesy…and should not be allowed near a thesaurus…Then again the original title was "Knock Me Off My Feet" so this is shockingly less cheesy :-P)

Let me point out you four folks are great reviewers…Made me feel much better about a story I wasn't really excited by.

Further Down the Rabbit Hole

She vaguely became aware as the wet spot her tears had created on his shirt started to cool her cheek that she should move.

They weren't like that.

Like this.

Here he was though still in the clothing that she had left him in the night before.

She didn't want to leave.

Hell she didn't even want to move.

She just wanted to stay like this for as long as he'd let her.

She wanted to believe him.

That he was fine.

She wanted to believe Zack.

Every look, every comment.

She wanted them to be true she realized now with a heavy feeling in her stomach.

Something had happened when she wasn't paying attention.

Things had changed so far from where they'd been.

She wanted to go back and start over. Try this all again. If she'd just known then, she would have changed so much.

Everything would have been different. Half a dozen lives wouldn't have been turned upside down because of her.

She felt him sigh and relax even further against her after she momentarily thought he was going to pull away.

She felt his hand give a few reassuring strokes to her back.

Say something, do something…That voice in her head reminded her.

She nuzzled into his chest.

Shit, not that.

His arms pulled her tighter and she felt the comforting presence of his head against hers. A tender smile as she felt his scruff against her skin.

Stay forever.

Seriously, crap, this wasn't supposed to happen. This couldn't happen. She knew better than this.

She should go.

Her head lifted slowly, his shifted with her as he looked down with relaxed eyes.

A smile started to form upon her lips. She forgot to think. Hear those warring voices in her head.

Instead her head, her toes, her arms and her lips all came together seamlessly to join his.

Lips crossed against each other briefly in a feather-light kiss. His stance changed, his arms shifted as he made sure to continue the kiss.

You have any idea what you're doing? One voice asked.

Better question does he? The other one chimed in with.

He groaned. A low greedy moan as they were shifting trying to find the best possible access to each other.

Logan Cale groaned, the bemused voice pointed out.

"Max," his voice was husky sometime later as their lips and tongues had been exploring, as she learned what his scruff truly felt like, as their bodies remained flush against each other, pressing and shifting to try and quell those urges within all while keeping their hands in their respectful positions.

She looked deep into the smoky green. The hunger still hidden behind the tenseness.

"Are you okay?"

Giving you a way out…Chock it up on the emotions…You earned that excuse today.

"Fine," she nodded as her hips instead pressed against his. "You?"

His lips twitched up. "Pretty good." He continued to look at her a moment longer, "You sure?"

She nodded before lifting back up to that comforting position of being so entwined with him. No doubt what he was asking.

Sometimes things went slow. Chaste kisses time after time. Making out on a couch for hours…Other times…

Other times there was just that need. The knowledge that this was what they needed, they wanted, where they belonged, what was meant to happen. Simply no other option aside from this.

She found herself eventually being shifted towards the guest room. Her feet sliding easily over the hardwood until her knees backed into the bed.

She allowed herself to fall back as she tugged him with her. Not exactly sure why she did that as they both remained half draped over the bed in odd positions. Just that she wanted to feel his weight on her.

Maybe he caught on to her thoughts as he tugged her further across the bed.

Limbs that had been well-behaved before suddenly lost their self control as he was above her.

The voices continued to squabble within her head, but she ignored them.

Ignored the side that told her this wasn't the way to go. To slow down. Self-respecting females didn't act like this. Animals acted like this. Even after heat, during the faux relationship time she had to deal with things remained quick. Not that they ever complained. She just wanted to get it over with.

This was different though she knew; she just wanted to get to it.

And that other voice that was telling her the entire situation was stupid was forgotten as Logan was trying to kick off his shoes as his pants had already been shoved down to his calves.

And then finally it was just them.

For those about to complain: You know me better than to think I'd go farther. :-P My story stays in the teen category.

Hope that little bit further worked for you guys and you're not disappointed. Thanks for reading.

Sidenote: Along with Logan getting too self-involved when left to his own devices. Max needs something major to happen before she gets clued in to the truth of something, hence her speed up in self-discovery.