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It was a beautiful night and the lights of the city shone perfectly. The smell of a semi-gourmet meal filled a certain apartment in Seattle.

"Another meal from Chef Boy-r-Dee," commented Max.

"And another comment from the all-critical Max," Logan replied as grabbed the food from the kitchen.

"All critical? C'mon. I'm not that bad," she pouted.

"Yes. You are, and you know it," he said as he gave Max her plate. He sat down at the other end of the dinner table.

Logan lifted his wine glass, "To a lovely meal and an even lovelier friend to share it with,"

Max cocked her head, "To favorite cook. May I continue to raid his fridge."

Logan laughed and they drank together. Max took the first bite into her lasagna. This is really good, she thought.

"Logan, I knew you were a good cook, but not this good," She said in-between bites.

"Thank You…I think," He turned toward the window, the lights in the city slightly illuminated the roof under his apartment. It was a night like this. When we met. Then he looked back at Max.


"What?" she said with her fork halfway to her mouth. Logan motioned to the corners of his mouth. Huh? Max thought and copied his motion to find she had food on the corners of her mouth.

"Oops," She wiped her mouth and Logan chuckled a little. Max gave him a sideways glance and sat up straight.

"Hey. You have anything to listen to? I'm in the mood for music," she announced and looked at him expectedly.

Logan walked over to the stereo and "Breathe" serenaded them through the speakers. When Logan came back he realized Max had stopped eating and was moving her head to the music with her eyes closed. She isn't moving to the music. He removed his glasses and bent down beside her chair. She's becoming it.

"Wanna dance?"

"What?" Max said startled to see Logan so close. He stood up and held his hand out to her.

"Would you like to dance with me?"

She didn't answer just took his hand and followed him to an empty space in the living room. They still held each other's right hand and his left hand went around her waist and hers went around his neck. Their motions synchronized instantly as they started to waltz. Logan spun Max out and back into his arms. Then they just swayed.

Max placed her hand over his beating heart, then moved her ear to that spot.

"Calm down," she said softly then backed up and put her hand around his neck.

Logan moved his head down and Max expected him to kiss her on the lips, instead he kissed her neck, her pulse. She tensed slightly, then he whispered,

"You too."

Logan moved his head so that he was face to face with Max, and gently moved her closer to his body as they still swayed to the music. Max let herself melt into the warmth of his eyes and for the first time in her life she felt … safe. "Safe" she thought as she closed her eyes. The word rang in her brain like a foreign language. She never knew the true meaning of the word. The soldier in her said she was never safe, but the woman in her knew that as long as Logan was there, her heart and soul would always be protected. Max rested her head on his chest and relaxed. She could feel his chest rise and fall, soothing her with each breath. I could stay here forever, she thought and then she laughed, As along as the lint on his shirt doesn't get in my hair.

"What's so funny?" Logan asked looking at the dark-haired figure under him.

Max moved so he could see her face, her hair swinging in the process.

"Nothing. Just the food is getting cold."

Logan smiled, "I don't care."

"Me neither," she smiled back and they continued dancing.

Locked in eye contact, not a word was spoken, none were needed. God, she's beautiful. My miracle, Logan thought. He leaned down and kissed Max as soft and gentle as possible.

He is a crazy, foolish man. She kissed him back, just as sweet. But he's my crazy, foolish man and I wouldn't change a thing. Then she let out all the love and passion she could muster. Logan was taken back at first, then responded with just as power. The mutual desire for each other was almost overwhelming. Max suddenly stopped and pulled back with a lost but hopeful look on her face.

"Wha…" Max started, but Logan placed his finger on her mouth and silenced her.

He looked deep into her eyes and saw only love there.

Logan removed his finger, "What do you want?"

Max didn't answer just kissed him again even more forcefully than before. She jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting her heart rule her actions. Logan started walking, Max knew the destination, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the fact that Logan was with her. When he laid her down to the bed she took off her shirt and looked him in eyes.

"I want you."

"I love you," he whispered knowing her reply could destroy him. He expected Max to wake up from the lusty haze and leave him. Max let a single tear fall down her face and kissed him sweetly. She let all her consciousness go with that kiss and their instincts took over the rest of the night.

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Logan woke up in the middle of the night, still disbelieving what had happened. He propped up himself on his arm and looked at Max's sleeping figure. She's still here. Really here. With me, he thought, stroking her hair. He barely remembered, in detail, the incredible experience they had just had. He just knew it was pure and true. The most genuine and sincere event that had ever happened to him and nothing made him happier besides being with Max. Suddenly she shifted toward him and almost opened her eyes.

"Sleep" he said and laid down next to her. Logan fell asleep holding Max in his arms, facing the light of the moon.