Letting the World Back In

'Making love' the phrase passed through her thoughts as she was attempting to slide out of Logan's arms.

His hands immediately tightened in sleep as he felt her trying to shift away. At first it had been simple amazement as she was pulled in closer to his body over the fact that he had anything left after making love all night long. Then she realized the words that had run through her head.

Making love.

Even scarier still wasn't the fact that she had thought of the words, but the fact that it was true.

They had been hadn't they?

That tangle of limbs, those slow, pleasure seeking, pleasure giving movements…That had been making love. Their actions left no doubt as to its term, it couldn't have been defined as fucking, screwing, banging the gong or any of the more colorful terms she'd heard over the years.

She'd spent the last two days making love to Logan Cale.

The mere thought of it absurd.

Granted their words throughout may not have coincided with their actions, but that didn't change their actions nevertheless.

Making love.

It stunned her away from her task at hand; left no thought of escape as she lay there baffled remembering the night that had just passed.

She'd been toppled, or technically she'd toppled him back into bed within minutes of their return to the penthouse what had followed had been hot and heavy, lasting longer than she'd ever known it to. In the past whenever things got hot it meant the end was near, but not Logan as he continued to prove himself different on every single level.

He also hadn't fallen asleep afterwards like she was used to either. No, instead she'd somehow ended up with her legs wrapped around his waist as they both sat upright simply kissing, bantering when given the opportunity in a manner that wouldn't have seemed out of place for them across the dinner table or a set of blueprints.

Dessert was mentioned several times before they finally dragged themselves away from the bed or technically before Logan dragged himself away since she'd hopped off and moved to dress in his discarded tee-shirt throwing him his boxers as she'd slid back into her panties.

'That really necessary?' he asked with a smile as she bent over stepping into them.

She hid her embarrassment, she'd spent months with him trying to prove she was this free and 'I don't care what others think' cocky girl and here she was doing something as old-fashioned as getting dressed to eat. 'Figured Bling would appreciate my bare ass not being where he makes his lunch.'

His eyebrows rose, 'I wouldn't be too sure of that,' he smirked.

'Do whatever you want,' she cocked her head, 'I suggest you hurry though before your pear tart finds a new home in my stomach,' and left the room.

They almost busted their asses awhile later, nearly on top of the spot that Logan had taken his plunge from the day before.

'It's this spot,' he said as the stool stopped its near descent with injuries narrowly being avoided.

'Don't blame the spot, blame the stool,' she corrected.

'Remind me to get sturdier stools along with that stair,' he said just before proving how unnecessary the thought of the stair was as she was lifted into his arms so they continued to face each other, not wasting a moment of their steps into the bedroom.

They'd dozed after that, for how long she wasn't sure, she wasn't really sure how either of them awoke, only that somewhere in the midst of waking they'd returned to their previous activities.

That blur of sleep had left them relaxed, their movements slowed to the point of a crawl, nearly all speech left them as they without a doubt made love.

Made love- that aggravating voice began to mock in her head.

She turned off her thoughts as she once more went to escape out of bed.

"Where are you going?" his hand clamped down around her waist as scruff and lips immediately sought claim to her shoulder and that nagging voice was forgotten.

She was amazed by his strength just as she had been for the past 30+ hours. It was one thing to see it in action and another entirely to feel it.

He felt stronger than Zack.

He had an ability to hold her like no other had and it wasn't only in the physical sense.

"Some of us work for a living Logan," she said as her lips twitched up in a smile.

"Call out," was all he replied.

"Says the guy living off his trust fund."

"I'll make it worth your while," his eyebrows quickly lifted as his hands slid down her body.

"Could have used to think of that at any other point in the past three months," she said thinking off all the missed hours at work due to his pages and their obviously misused time together.

"Consider this making up for lost time?" he offered up as he changed their positions with ease so she was suddenly flat on her back looking up at him.

" Normal will lose it if I'm late again."

"Hmmm," was all Logan said in regards to that as his lips started down a wandering path.

She let out a short questioning murmur in regards to his proposition and actions. "Focus Logan," she repeated her word from the previous day.

"I am," he looked up with a smile.

"Something's gonna blow in Normal if I'm late again," she reiterated.

"Since when do you care about Normal's well-being?" Logan asked in all honesty.

"I care about my paycheck," she pointed out.

"If something blows you'll get a new boss," he returned to his task of convincing her.

She found herself gripping the sheets suddenly and wondering if he wasn't actually making up for the past three months. They'd certainly put a dent into it. Over the space of two days she was pretty sure they'd made love more than-

Her thoughts froze at the return of the words.

Made love…Making love…

Despite the twist in her stomach she didn't find herself tossing him to the bed as she bailed. Instead just his name off her lips and her hand moving away from the sheets to him as she forgot to be scared.

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Jam Pony:

"First date that lasted 3 nights, you've topped even my record Sug."

She gave a quick sideways smile to her friend and newly acquired roommate, "Actually had to save my brothers ass on Friday, so you're record's still in the clear."

"Your brother?" Original Cindy stopped and turned for that, Max had briefly mentioned her 'siblings' on a couple occasions since telling her the truth, but with no real details.

"I'll explain later, gotta get out in the field, don't want to be around for when that vein throbbing in Normal's forehead finally blows."

"Missing since Friday night and still an hour and a half late to work on Monday requires an explanation Missy," Cindy called out with a smile as Max started to walk away.

"Lunch?"

"Oh no, I don't think so," Normal began. "If you think there's a-"

"I'll talk to you later," Max called out ignoring Normal's tirade about 'hell freezing if she thought she was taking a lunch today.'

"This is a place of employment, not the beauty parlor," he continued on.

"Later," Max said rolling her eyes.

"Later Sug," Original Cindy beamed at her girl. "Your Momma never teach you the one about flies and vinegar?" she asked walking towards Normal.

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Later, the streets of Seattle:

"Like a junkie itching for her fix," Cindy said catching Max craning for a shot of Fogle Towers.

Max's head snapped around.

"Boy musta been good for you to still be cravin' it so bad."

You have no idea.

"So any non-descriptive or hetero details you wanna disclose?"

"I'm good," she nodded.

"Sug you think I waited around all weekend for you're good?"

"And what is it you want me to say OC?" Max focused on her friend.

She thought about it for a moment, not at all wanting to hear any Kendra-like stories pass from her young friend's lips. "Guessing it's like riding a bike?"

Max awaited more of an explanation.

"You know, riding a bike like-"

"Yea I'm aware of the cliché OC, I don't think it was far enough in between for me to forget."

Remember staring at his building? The voice made a return appearance. Waiting for lights to turn on? Wondering if there had been a complication you hadn't heard of before you went off and screwed the least 'like Logan' guy you could find to prove to yourself you didn't care?

Cindy's head shook, "Didn't mean you girl, meant the boy who had to relearn how to walk."

"Oh," she looked a little puzzled as she shook her head, "no got it on the first go."

"Speaking of 'getting it,' you get yours?"

So it was official all sex talks were weird, it hadn't just been because she thought the guys were weird. "Can we stop talking about this yet?"

"Mmmhmm that's why I've told you you're playing for the wrong team," Cindy's head shook.

Max's mouth opened as her eyes narrowed, her best friend had apparently spent too much time with Herbal while she was gone and it had clouded her brain. "It was all good OC."

"You sure Sug? You can tell Original Cindy the truth, she won't judge, I mean six months without…" her hand waved down low.

"Want me to include everywhere we did it? How many times? How many times I came? He came? Hell I can include size too, maybe you want comparisons? You know I actually know how big Sketch-"

Cindy's fingers covered Max's lips, "Proved your point Boo, this girl is shutting up, get back to riding, made Normal moody enough today without anyone calling up bitchin'."

Max let out a pleased smile.

Cindy stopped dead in her tracks a few moments later as she stared at Max's back, "How the hell do you know how big Sketchy is?"

Max laughed as she rode on.

Thanks for reading!

Idlehands: Flight was good, well decent. Smooth sailing coming back home, but pure turbulance the entire way there. Luckily they invented vodka to distract me. :-P

It's odd, potholes are a way of life here, yet a few bumps while I'm flying...Oh well my brain is never going to function properly when it has anything to do with heights.

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