| "Just Logan" Katia Disclaimer:These characters don't belong to me. If they did, I'd be filthy stinking rich and wouldn't be wasting my time writing fanfiction. Summary: When Logan finds something useful for Max, things begin to happen. Told from both POVs. Rating: PG-13 ***** "Yo, Logan, what's the what?" didn't she understand that even hearing her voice drove me crazy? Whether it was on a payphone or in person, that voice made me ache for the warmth of her body. "I found something for you, Max, about Lydecker." I told her. "What, exactly?" Her voice always softened when she talked about Mantacore. Like she was remembering her past. "It's just some files about Mantacore. He stupidly kept them in his main office computer. It was easy to hack right in," I almost wished my hacker skills would impress her. Of course, they didn't. "I'll be right there," she said, and hung up the phone. ******* God I hate that man! Why do all his calls always have to be about business? Does he ever call for pleasure? Of course, just seeing him is a pleasure. His hair, his body, his perfect lips...woah Max, get a hold of yourself, it's just Logan. But it's not JUST Logan. I mean, how could he even be referred to as JUST Logan. Just saying his name. It kind of rolls on your tongue. Logan. Logan. Wow, that's a rush. All right, Max, fantasy time is over. Time to go see him now. ******* Knock knock. There's Max. I wheeled myself over to the door and opened it to see her perfect figure. I had time to drink it all in before she said her first words. "What did you find, Logan?" Poof, the spell was broken. The energy field destroyed. "It's information on all of the children he's ever had at Mantacore," I said. "Well, you know, before the escape." "Am...am I in there?" She said softly, in a very non-Max voice. It was sweet and naive, without a hint of power. "Yeah, I read your file," I told her. "Pretty powerful stuff. You were pretty much the model soldier before the escape. Perfect tests, perfect times, perfect everything." "Can I see it?" She asked. I gestured to the computer screen, where her file was open. Looking at it, she smiled. "This is exactly what I wanted," she said. "Thank you, Logan!" And before I knew it, her arms were around me. ******* I don't know what possessed me to hug him. And now, it was too late to take it back. I can't pretend I just tripped because he's in a wheelchair and you can't accidentally fall on someone in a wheelchair. While thinking of all this, I didn't have time to notice that his arms had encircled me too. I felt the warmth of his body against mine, and felt my own happiness of having him so close. I pulled my head away and looked into his eyes. In them was a look I had never seen Logan have. I couldn't place it. It wasn't fear, it wasn't jealousy, it wasn't lust...oh, it was love. "Logan..." I whispered, scarcely able to breathe. "Oh Max..." He sighed. He lifted my chin and slowly but surly, brought his mouth to mine. ******* That kiss was better than any drug. I was lost in the feel of her mouth, of her arms pulling me toward her. And I kissed her back with as much passion as she was throwing my way. I pulled back from her, and noticed that she was straddling me on my chair. One of her legs was actually on either side of me. It was bliss. "Logan, I should probably call Kendra, she might be worried," Max said. "Yeah?" "Yeah." But instead of going anywhere, she just kissed me again. I pushed her off my chair and slowly, without words, led her to my bed. ******* It was hard for me to believe this was for real. I mean, here I was, this strong, genetically charged super woman, and I was totally helpless when it came to one guy. He had total control over me. He could have tied me up and slit my throat and I would have cooperated. But that wasn't his plan at all. I knew his plan, and it wasn't something I even wanted to fight. I looked up at him from my seat on the bed, "I love you, Logan," I said. "I love you too, Max, I always have." His voice had gotten low and husky, a voice I wasn't used to hearing from Logan. As I helped him out of his chair, he brought his mouth to mine and laid me back on the bed. |
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