Chapter Twenty

The Setting

The room was dark, they were always dark. Not dusty though, if they wanted to fit the stereotype of creepy bastard's storage area, Sketch would have definitely set the scene as dusty. It wasn't dusty though. Clean, organized with the dozens of filing cabinets, a few shelves stacked with boxes, a computer off to the side, yea dark, but not dusty. It wasn't really dark though, the soft light filtering through the room seemed to give it a glow. Logan's face was more lit than anything else by the computer screen. She stop noticing the slightly romantic scene that was being created by the stars and the streetlights and went back to worrying.

"Earpieces, they create earpieces for a reason," she whispered softly walking up behind him files clutched in her hand.

"Max, I can't see the screen through an earpiece that would have taken forever," he pointed out in a husky whisper.

She took a deep breath; the mood the lighting was setting was starting to take its effect on her. One too many movie, nights and dinners since their kiss. He turned in the swivel chair, he looked up at her with a grin, "Told you it was faster this way," he smiled and dropped down his hand to grab the disk before turning his attention back to destroying all evidence he'd ever been near the computer.

There was nothing left for her to do, but continue to watch over him and worry listening for any noises that signaled the guards were making their way back down to this end of the warehouse.

"Done," he said standing. He was dressed all in black like she was, he didn't look like a burglar though, his outfit was more modern/urban than B&E.

Finally! She made her way over to the doorway and listened, but the walls in this place were uncommonly thick, she'd realized that upon entering. Heading out the doorway, she gestured with her free hand for Logan to follow her. Down the hallway they made their way, a noise finally reached her ears, approaching from the direction they were headed in. She raised her hand for him to stop and scanned the hallways recalling the blueprint she'd gone over at Logan's, she led him into an office, and thankfully the door was unlocked because they didn't have any time to spare.

She had him pressed up against a wall, just out of sight of the small window the peaked into the room. She finally heard the fading footsteps disappear and looked up to find him looking down trying to hide his smile.

She was about to ask what was so funny when she realized that wasn't why he was smiling…Definitely not that kind of smile. " Logan," she whispered.

He just continued to look at her, his eyes dark.

"Coast is clear," she said, but found herself unable to make a move away from him.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.

She felt a hand slowly raise up, trailing along her side to find her waist instead of flattened against the wall.

"Logan?" another whisper as she raised herself up.

The hand pulled her closer quickly and his lips found hers before she even got the courage up. "Max," he whispered as turned her and reversed their positions.

"Logan," she repeated once they finally allowed some breath to enter their systems.

He groaned at the sound of his name off her breathy lips. Positions changed once more, the hand he had placed upon the wall above her head dropped down and snaked along her waist alongside his other hand.

"Logan," her turn for a groan as she felt their bodies pressed up against each other.

The movement was quick, part him, part her, a lift and a jump, her legs were wrapped around him, her back against the wall.

Too much clothing, not enough room to maneuver, they realized that quickly, she half whimpered/half groaned realizing she was separated from his body. He turned, he moved so quickly she didn't even realize what was going on until her back was flattened against a desk as he was leaning over her. A final kiss as his hands sought out the zipper on her vest and cursed realizing he'd actually have to separate from her to find it quickly. The vest undone, a hand under her back pulled her up as she shrugged out of it. Her hand pulled at his jacket, he quickly saved her the trouble and tossed it to the side, he followed with his shirt without being asked, she smirked and did the same watching his eyes appreciate her. Back over the desk, hands desperate seeking out the remaining articles of clothing without wanted to separate…