Okay so I'm leaving (in like 10 minutes) to go get on a plane, so you guys hear anything bad happen and I don't come back in like a week you know what happened. (Umm can you tell horrible flier here:-P)

This is very short, but figured I'd post it anyway. Hope you guys enjoy and have a good weekend. Thanks for reading!

Oh and I know I have comments to make back to ppl, but as I've said before been slow in the DA world lately.

Sinking In

"That was a little unexpected," Max found herself saying as their breath started to calm.

"And what were you expecting?" His voice was light, finally having enough common sense to not doubt what had just happened. How Max felt as she lay against him spent…From the cooling damp tiles beneath him to the very warm body against him.

"Just thought I'd give you a little incentive to hurry up?"

"And hurry we did," he laughed against her.

"We were supposed to make it to your bed."

"Are you complaining," he asked tilting his head up to stop and stare at her.

"Had my heart set on 600 thread count, not wet tiles," she joked.

"Funny last time I checked I was the one on the tiles," he continued to look at her with an almost straight face.

"That is a wet foot," she said shifting it so it pressed lightly into his back.

"Poor you," he replied dryly.

"My thoughts exactly," she smirked.

Logan finally found himself letting out a short laugh before shaking his head.

"My drowned rat appearance amusing you Cale?"

He bit his lip on that one as he looked at her, fingers running over slick hair, "You know you look beautiful."

She viewed him disbelieving, but not ready to fight him on it, "So what was so funny?"

His head once more shook gently, "Just didn't expect this to happen."

"Yet you have no problem giving me grief over it."

"Well that was obvious," he smirked. "I meant more along the lines of the past 18 hours or so."

"Quick counting."

"Bling kept count of the reps today, allowed me some free time, apparently he thought I might be distracted."

She smiled at his last comment, but couldn't help but asking, "So bad way to spend the past 18 hours?" her voice light, but wary at the same time.

"Not at all," he said once more with his hand brushing back the wet strands forming into curls, "quite the opposite in fact."

Too much, she realized as he gazed up at her. Her head bobbed slightly before she heard the words coming out of her mouth, "Speaking of Bling, promised him I'd let you get some rest. Not to mention it would be a waste of food if you went face first into it."

"Lead the way," he responded without pause.

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She awoke an odd mixture of surprised and content. Once more she was in Logan's bed, although this time she was actually in Logan's bed, the smell of him permeating her senses even deeper by the scent of him left on the sheets from the nights before.

She was once more tucked into him. One large arm draped across her, securing her to him. The other being used as her pillow, she briefly wondered about the agony those muscles had to be in, but wasn't about to give them any respite.

Spooning.

She hadn't even heard the term until Kendra had declared someone a 'spooner' from across the bar as she was picking out possible targets for the evening. The confusion on her face must have stayed longer than she was aware because suddenly her roommate of a week had been laughing and explaining it to her. Like two spoons nestled together in a drawer, perfectly molded to one another.

Hadn't quite made sense until this moment. Maybe it had been because the only time she lived with matching utensils was with Lucy, especially neat and orderly utensils, most of her life spent with mismatched cutlery, along with everything else, a few odds and ends sitting in a cup or hastily shoved into a drawer.

At Lucy's house they'd been covered in plastic at the end so like her hodgepodge collection in her adult years, they hadn't aligned, not like the silverware she used to swipe on a regular basis, not like the neat drawer at Logan's, not like them now.

She took another look at the arm around her waist, the mix of brown and blonde hairs, she wondered if they went completely blonde in the summer, she was pretty sure his chest would remain dark, but she wasn't sure about his arms.

Logan was a hodgepodge all within himself.

The insanely 'masculine' macho male, who cooked and wrote poetry. The brooder and loner, who made her laugh and smile more than any of her friends. Logan Cale who continuously proved to be the most insightful person she'd ever met, along with being the most clueless.

Spooning…

The word once more brought a smile to her face. Kendra had once more leant her expertise to the naïve or at least inexperienced teenager and had followed up the explanation of how the cuddling could lead to a very good wake up. Max smiled easily seeing how it could happen, yet it wasn't something she hoped for.

She wanted to see him. Watch his changing expressions, wondering if they were what her own looked like.

What have you gotten yourself into Max? The voice made its return, after being silent for so long.

It wasn't a question she could answer. She'd never allowed her mind to go this far. Sure in heat it had, but she kept it in check at all other times.

But here they were. They had done it.

Several times in fact, she smiled despite the worries.

That nagging voice continued to worry, but she couldn't ignore the fact that despite it she was happy. Content even.

It…this, didn't feel wrong like her brain kept telling her.

So once more she ignored the voices and squirmed in closer to Logan, who smiled in his sleep as she held his arm to her like a blanket.