Chapter 7
Author's Notes: Just so you all know, especially for those that are new
to this series, I started this story waaaay before "Meow" ever came
on, and only had the small fragments to that side of Max's feline DNA in
"Heat", so I had no idea that her heat lasted for a few days. Depending
on how I finalize this (which I have no idea when that will be), her heat might
be a slightly on-and-off thing, or it might just go away after a few hours.
::shrugs, tired and confused:: Hey, I'm just a high school student, how am
I to know?? :) Oh, and this chapter is based on one of my favorite
the song "Let Me Blow Ya Mind" by Eve and Gwen Stefani.
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Licking my lips, I move closer to my destination, the lips that I have admired
from afar for so long. With only a few heated millimeters between us, the
tension between our bodies is like static in the air. But one side of my
brain can't help but think that this static is a sign that a fierce storm is on
its way. My hormones want nothing to do with rational thought, though, and
close the space between us, our lips touching.
Before I can even think that Logan doesn't want this, his hands are in my hair,
pulling me to him. I move up off the floor, and sit in his lap, my arms
making their way around his neck. Letting out something that could have
been a moan-hey, I'm glad I can even think right now; that doesn't mean I'm
going to be thinking logically!-Logan's left hand moves down to rest against my
hip, his fingers playing on the small of by back. 'Oh my God, this is
perfect! This is it, what I've dreamed of for so long.' And with
that thought, I come to a shuddering halt, my mouth frozen against Logan's.
This isn't at all how I wanted things to be. Pulling back, I'm met
by a look of confusion and the formation of hurt. I'm used to Logan and I
not exactly seeing eye-to-eye, making confusion, but I never want to cause him
hurt. Removing my arms from around him, I stand. "Things...
can't be like this." With that said, no matter how much more confused
I've probably made him, I start for the door.
"Max... what...?"
At his voice I stop, but don't turn. Not only because of my determination
to leave, but because I don't want him to see me cry-weakness induced by going
too far in heat; hell, just a weakness brought on by hurting him. "I...
I can't do this Logan." I take a breath, praying that there's an
ounce of self-control in the mouthful of air. "Gotta blaze."
Sniffing back the oncoming emotion overload, I urge myself to move forward,
mentally screaming at myself to leave before things get worse. But
something deep inside of my genetically crazed body won't let me leave, wants me
to finish this. Wants me to abandon my old ways of living and embrace how
things could be, should be. During my internal struggle, I don't hear the
creak of a floorboard behind me.
"No you don't, Max. You're not leaving this, not leaving me."
Surprised and shocked at his tone, which seems to be edging on angered, I whirl
around to him, not even registering the hand I had felt on my shoulder. "And
what do you suggest I do, Logan? Stay and give into these screwed up
genetics out mine? To just throw in the towel, throw you on the table and
blow your mind? Sorry if you had that planned, but I was thinking we take
things a step slower than that, for tonight at least." With that
said, I take a moment to take a breath, collect my thoughts, and look at Logan
for some sort of idea what he's thinking or what he's going to reply with.
And he has the audacity to smile.
Looking up at him, I move closer, ready to really let him have it, but my whole
world comes to a halt again. 'Up?'
"Logan.... How are you standing?"
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