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Playing Santa, part 2


Max watched Logan laugh. She smiled softly as an unfamiliar warmth spread through her. She'd realized she was far too emotionally involved with this man when she came back to Seattle for him; or perhaps it when she stayed for him. She just smiled and thought about how very far she had come since Manticore.

"I don't think I've ever heard you laugh before," she mused. She tilted her head and looked at him thoughtfully.

"What?" he asked, still laughing.

"I thought you were supposed to go 'Ho Ho Ho' instead of 'Ha Ha Ha'," she teased.

He just laughed more. She just smiled and watched him.

"I can't believe you did that," Logan sighed and shook his head.

"That's good. Remember that. Plausible deniability is always a good thing," she smiled at him.

He smiled back. "I got you a present," he said.

She looked startled. "Why? I didn't get you anything."

"Helping me deliver Christmas presents," he paused, unsure how or how much to express, "was more than enough."

"I never really got the whole holiday thing."

"I figured that."

"You didn't have to get me anything."

"I know," he said. He held a red box with a silver bow out to her.

"I don't even know what you want," she said softly as she took the box.

He laughed softly then said sadly, "I know. I mean, that's OK. You don't have to do anything for … that is …I don't need anything."

She pounced. "But there is something you want …"

"I'm just overtired."

"Uh, huh. Logan Cale, the great, the powerful, the sleepy. You would never have admitted it otherwise. What do you want?" She set her present on the coffee table and knelt in front of his chair putting her hands on his lap. "What?" she coaxed.

Logan didn't answer; he just looked down and placed his hands over hers on his lap. "Just ... open your present."

"Aiight …." Max said suspiciously. She pulled off the silver bow and ripped open the festive red wrapping paper. Inside was a gift box from one of the few expensive department stores left in Seattle. She lifted the lid, folded back the white tissue paper and slowly lifted a beautiful, cream colored, silk, negligee from the box. Logan wanted her; Logan wanted her! He knew what she was, and he still wanted her! Emotions - fear, joy, and longing - threatened to overwhelm her. In a burst of transgenic speed she was sitting in Logan's lap, her arms and legs were wrapped around him and she was kissing him. After recovering from the initial shock, Logan began kissing her back. His hands roamed her back as he let himself enjoy this moment.

"I'm going to go take a quick shower. I'll meet you in the bedroom in say… five minutes?" Max asked.

Logan could only nod. Max kissed him once and then blurred away to the guest bathroom.

Logan took a deep breath. That wasn't a sweater and he strongly suspected that Bling knew it wasn't! That explained why it was already wrapped. 'Sandra picked out something nice!' indeed! Still, he would never, as long as he lived, forget the look of wonder and then joy on Max's face as she saw her present. She did want him. Would she still after he explained what was left of him? And what was lost? Logan wondered briefly if the was Bling's way of getting back at him for not listening when he tried to talk to him about sex after… Still, it wasn't like he had no experience. He would make tonight good for her, and worry about the rest later. He smiled and rolled himself to his bedroom. He only had five minutes to get ready! There would be advantages to having a woman that could move that fast.


Logan finished in his bathroom in what he thought was pretty good time. After some thought he put on a pair of pajama bottoms and wheeled himself into his bedroom.

Max had beaten him to the bedroom, apparently by quite some time. There were candles lit everywhere. She was sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but the negligee.

"Hey," he said nervously.

"Hey, yourself." Max got off the bed and came toward him.

"Sorry I'm late. It takes me more time than … We should probably talk."

"I know. It's crazy. All the people out to kill you; all the people out to kill me, turn me back into just a science project." Max kneeled in front of him and ran her hands up his chest. "It's hopeless." She kissed him.

"I'm broken." He held her head in his hand and kissed her back.

"I have some serious design issues." Max crawled into his lap and pressed her body to his chest. Her hands roamed his chest and shoulders. "And getting emotionally attached like this … like I am … It goes against all of my training." She kissed him again.

"Emotionally attached?" Logan asked as her lips wondered down his neck.

"Umm hmmm," she murmured as she found a sensitive nook where between his neck and collarbone. Logan moaned and clutched her to him. Max took that as encouragement and grazed her teeth over the spot.

"Max!" Logan shouted as pleasure shot through him. He could swear that tingled in parts he hadn't felt anything from in months.

"Mmm?" Max smiled inches from his face.

"I'm … emotionally attached to you too."

Max laughed softly and kissed him. "Then what else matters?"

"Max." Logan held her away from him. "We haven't discussed …my injury"

"I don't care."

"There are some things that I can't do."

"I don't care! Logan, if we never have more then this; you holding me in your arms; knowing what I am and not being freaked out about; holding me in your arms and feeling your skin; touching …" Max ran her hands up his arms. "I'm happy. Logan, I've never been so happy." She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him.

"Well, I think I can do a little better than running my hands up your arms." He raked his fingertips up her arms then down her back. She moaned and shuddered appropriately, pressing her bosom against his chest as she did so.

"Max, you're so beautiful," Logan murmured into ear as he placed feather light kisses along her throat. "Bed," Logan said.

"Bed," Max echoed. She gracefully stood up from his lap and in what seemed like the same motion, she pulled his chair next to the bed. She picked Logan up without apparent effort, but he obviously wasn't entirely comfortable being held aloft so she laid him down on the bed.

Logan pulled himself to the center of the bed, and then held out his hand for Max. She came to him eagerly. They simply kissed for a time as Logan stroked every part of Max that he could reach.

"Thank you," she said.

He tilted his head, puzzled. "I haven't even gotten started," he grinned at her.

"I mean, for the present. I wanted …I wanted you, but I didn't know how you felt about …what I am …"

"That doesn't matter. Max, it doesn't matter to me what you are or where you are from. All that matters is who you are."

"I'm so glad. I was so afraid that I'd just screw things up, y'know? I've never …felt so …I've never cared about anyone as much as I care about you. I was afraid. I still am, but as long as I'm alive and free, this is what I want." She kissed him with all the love and passion she kept buried for so long.

'She's never cared about anyone this much,' Logan thought. His mind was reeling as his hands massaged her back.

When they finally broke for air he told her, "I love you, too, Max."

Max had never heard that from anyone that knew what she was; never believed it before this moment. At that moment she had more than she'd ever dared to hope. She felt safe and warm and loved and … human. "I love you," she whispered Logan smiled at the soft confession; this was more than he'd dared to dream of. He pulled her up to him and gently slid down the lace of her negligee as he began his sensual exploration of all of Max's willing body.


Author's Note: I need to know if I should jump to the next morning or take a nice Xmas storyto naughty (read M)?