A/N: Gaaahhh! Outrage! It's almost been a week since news of cancellation and I still can't really believe it. Bwaaaah, evil-doers of doom they be. Anyway, if you haven't already checked out the DA Nation campaign, do so: http://adinfinit.net/danation. We may not be able to get a season three, but at least we can work for a resolution.
Anywho, there will always be the 42 episodes we got and there will always be fanfiction, and as long as DA continues to inspire me (which probably is gonna be a pretty damn long time), I know I'll continue to write. And in that respect, DA will never die...at least not until we decide that it is time. Yay!
But yeah. About this story. For those of you who haven't read 'Better than Okay' (though if you're looking for straightforward smut, I highly suggest that you do *hint hint nudge nudge wink wink know what I mean*), imagine 'The Kidz Are Aiight' ending with shippery goodness. Logan's immune system doesn't reject Max's blood, things are confessed, a poor defenseless bed is subjected to a night of what it perceives to be torture. This story takes place a few weeks later, when Eyes Only is getting back to business...
WHAT'S UP WITH THE RATING?: R for sexual content, adult themes and probably some violence. Wow, I feel so professional...
Our Good Friend MR. DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, some fuckish fuckheads have the rights to Dark Angel and not me. Poo on them.
He supposed that he had felt a presence approaching before arms had snaked around his body from behind and hands had come to hold him against the back of the chair, warm familiar lips grazing his neck and nipping at his earlobe. He'd simply been too involved to notice; this was an interesting and far less impersonal case than most of those with which he dealt and he was trying to make up his mind about it. The request he had received wasn't something to be taken lightly, especially since his last attempt at offering protection had wound up landing him in a wheelchair for the better (or worse) half of the year.
"Whatcha doin?" she whispered huskily, her breath tickling his ear. He shuddered but remained composed nonetheless; of course he wanted to play but there was work to be done. He ignored the ministrations of her hands, which were presently massaging his chest, and eventually she got the point and settled her head in the crook of his neck, content to hold him for the moment.
"Just thinking about this case," he replied after a sigh and a few moments' silence. "This woman has gone through a lot of trouble to contact me and she seems genuinely scared, but...I don't want to take a chance that I might later regret."
She chuckled softly and tousled his hair. "Since when are you, Logan Cale, super cybercrusader extraordinaire, 'defender of truth, justice, and the American way,' afraid of taking risks?" He couldn't resist smiling and then had to think long and hard about the question, seriously beginning to wonder why he had grown so cautious in the past few weeks when sense dictated that the newly regained use of his legs should infuse him with confidence. A few seconds later his face reddened and he reached up to itch his temple in order to hide it from her; now that their relationship had advanced he had become more concerned than previously for her well-being and he felt silly for it. She was an X-5, for Christ's sake...when was he going to learn that she was perfectly capable of handling herself physically? All right, so, if he hadn't stepped in and short-circuited that implant she probably wouldn't be snuggling into his shoulder at the moment but that was a completely different story. He focused and let himself relax.
"Oh, I don't know...I must be getting old," he joked and she kissed his temple in amusement and approval. "Anyway, this woman's been hiding out in Montana for some time but she had to uproot and go on the run. The closer she got to Seattle, the more she heard about Eyes Only and his contributions, and now she's seeking me out for protection."
"Protection from what?" Max huffed, frustrated. "Why was she hiding in the first place? You're cute when you're vague but it's not doing much good right now."
"She wouldn't specify," he returned with a shrug. "All she said was that she was prepared to kill should the need arise, but that there's far too many of them and they're far too powerful for her to hold off alone. I mean, she didn't even give her name, Max. She didn't say what she looks like, either...too dangerous."
To his surprise, Max let out a sharp, quick laugh of disbelief and rendered memory the heated sensation of her body pressed against him from behind. She walked out into the open of the main room before turning back and throwing up her hands. "Well, great. So she wants you to protect her but she's so paranoid that apparently she wants you to do it using those incredible psychic powers of yours...except wait, you don't have any." She moved beside him and leaned against the computer table in the way she always did, hip thrust outward and drawing his attention until he reminded himself of the task at hand and fixed his vision safely on her eyes. "I think I can understand why you're not all gung-ho about jumpin' into this one, hun."
For some reason his resolve faded at that comment and his growing desire to touch her overrid his better judgment. He reached forward and placed his hand securely on her hip, pulling her slightly closer to him while letting his thumb slide just barely under the hem of her shirt. She smiled that seductive, feline smile of hers and he wondered for perhaps the millionth time whether they'd ever be able to rightly balance work and play.
"You didn't let me finish," he said flirtaciously with a smile whose tone matched her own. "She DID say how she wants my operative to distinguish him or herself. Red shirt, sunglasses, black pants with the left hand in the pocket. It's a little corny, I know, but hey...if that's the way she wants it, so be it. If those people are bad enough to scare her like this, I figure it's probably in the interest of everybody that I investigate, and you know me; right now that's the biggest reason I haven't tossed this whole thing out the window."
She smirked and covered his hand with her own, imploring him to tease her further and allowing him to draw her in even closer. "Always gotta be so valiant. Blah blah woof woof," she quipped and he finally pulled her down to him, giggling along with her as she pretended to struggle and then settled comfortably into his lap. "Anyway...it sounds stupid but she's really being pretty smart, setting it all up like that. She chickens out or someone she wished she didn't know pops up, she can slip out without revealing who she is. Not bad."
"Guess not," he mumbled. He was really losing it; almost of their own accord his lips had found their way to her neck and he was beginning to forget what they were discussing. However, by this point Max had come to realize the importance of the case and had begun to develop an amount of interest in it, so momentarily she was able to quell the rush of hormones and stick to business.
"So when and where do we gotta meet this chick?' she inquired, wondering how much longer she was going to be able to last when his hand slipped fully under her shirt and set ablaze the small of her back.
"Tomorrow morning...7:00...library...suburb a few miles from here," he rasped. My god, something needed to be done about this arrangement...
"Okay then." Satisfied, she took his head between her hands and brought it around so that she could kiss him firmly on the mouth, effectively marking the beginning of today's games.