DISCLAIMER: Fox, Eglee & Cameron own them but dropped the ball. No profits made by picking it up & playing a while.

A/N: This is a sequel to what was to have been a one-shot, stand alone. However, after several suggestions for a sequel I thought I'd give it a shot. For some additional fun, AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION REQUIRED. (Instructions to follow.)

WARNING: Flat-out shippiness; gloves are off. (I swear this won't become a habit.)

FOGLE TOWERS: 5 minutes after Bling's departure... 2 minutes after the lights are turned back down...

For the third time in fewer minutes, Max struck a match and lifted yet another candle, setting match to wick and letting the small fire catch and hold...by the flickering light of more than a dozen such flames she turned to retrieve a large, soft mat, nearly as large as Logan's sumptuous bed, and laid it out across the floor of the training room as Logan returned bearing pillows and quilts on his lap, a dark blue glass bottle nestled on top.

Without speaking Max straightened, skirted the mat and came close, leaning in from his side to seek his lips, her mouth insistent, desirous...his hand raised to trail up and into her hair, pulling her even closer, returning the kiss and promising so much more...

Lovers' lips parted, almost regretfully, but eyes met and the lips curled into smiles as green eyes held brown...Logan glanced down to move the bottle aside and cast one of the quilts atop the mat, Max moving to catch the other side and straighten the fabric into place.

Tossing pillows and remaining quilt onto the floor beside them, Logan lifted the glass bottle to Max, his eyes shining for her. "It's new" he offered. "See if you like it..."

Eyes not leaving his, dilated in both the dim light and anticipation, Max unscrewed the top to sniff the fragrant oil and smile. "It's perfect" she purred. "What is it?"

"A blend; sandalwood, patchouli, a couple other things I can't remember" his smile of pleasure did something to her pulse and she felt her smile lift...she knelt onto the quilt and held out a hand, encouraging. "C'mon and join me..." she whispered...

Smoothly, gracefully, with now-practiced ease, Logan lifted himself out of the chair and onto the mat, Max meeting him with caress and kiss; together they eased his less-responsive body into place and traced skin and sinew, nibbled lip and ear. And shivered with what was to come...

The blue bottle's oil poured sweetly into palm. Hands warmed by love and desire heated the oil and slowly, so slowly, circled waist, drew together then upward in slow, sensual stokes; thumbs trailing behind to ride along either side of the vertebrae, gentle pressure willing the muscles and joints to relax.

"Mmmmm...."

"Feel good?"

"Feels..." A sigh; a groan. "...gooooood..."

"Good..." Hands worked shoulders now; fingers worked sinew and skin in skilled, relaxing rhythm. Light touch drew up and into the nape of the neck and hairline, fingerpads dove up and through the hair to curl around scalp, causing tingles down spine and sucked in breath....a soft chuckle of success from behind the hands met the sound, and both dissipated in the flicker of candlelight...the massage was suspended for the moment that gentle lips brushed the nape of the neck, the ear...and was begun again as warm hands drew down the arms and back up, paying attention again to shoulders, neck and temples...

"Logan?"

"Mmmm?"

"If Bling hadn't had to leave..."

There was a pause. "Would I have found the nerve, without you so close, or without the physical contact?" At her soft chuckle, he asked, "was that what you were going to say?"

Her voice was soft, languid. "Actually...I was going to say that I...well..."

He smiled, a beam in the dusk. "Yeah. Me, too..."

The able hands working back down to waistline felt the movement begin as back curled away and shoulders lifted to start an embrace...and Max and Logan curled into each other's arms, sweetly and slowly, again, beginning the dance...

INSTRUCTIONS: if you've made it this far...

Read it again and this time, let the one giving the massage switch to be the recipient...