Another Attack by Reilynn
Alternate ending to Art Attack. Logan discovers sensation with Max, and what would YOU do with it?
I am not sure that Maria656 wants her pure name associated with this definitely not innocent piece of smut, but …. Thanks for checking it for me.
Author Notes: Thoughts are in italics. This story is completed, I am just slowly editing it down to M. You can always pop over to the "Blah, Blah, Woof, Woof" forum, where us M&L peeps hang out. I am sure someone would clue you in as how to get the whole thing.
Disclaimer: "I don't own Max, Logan, the Dark Angel Universe or anything of significant value that would be worth the effort to sue and I make no money off this. Yadda, yadda, yadda."
Back at Logan's apartment he and Max are looking at the painting, spread out on a low coffee table.
"While your uncle was getting sloshed, you brought a killer to justice and saved an American art treasure. Maybe it's time you brought him up to speed that you're not the family failure."
"I could be the Messiah and walk on water, and he'd still say—'Why can't you fly?'" Logan replied. Max laughed. "For whatever reason, he needs to see me as a loser."
"Shame," Max replied.
"Well…I'm lucky to have him. He's a good reminder of what I don't want to become."
"So about the dress/Daphne…" Max and Logan began together.
Max spoke first, "You first."
"She dumped me, out of the blue…and I guess I didn't want you to know," Logan said. Max looked at Logan and began to wonder why didn't he want me to know? Logan continued, oblivious to the direction that Max's thoughts were taking. "The thing is, she never gave me a reason. Maybe that's why I spent the whole night talking to her, to find out why."
"Did you find out?" Max asked, still wondering why Logan cared so much what she thought of his desirability as a boyfriend.
"Not really. Though I gotta say the way she was hanging with Original Cindy…That might be a clue." Logan smiled.
"It's a large life," Max said, very grateful for Original Cindy's assistance.
"Yes. It is."
"So about the dress…I knew you were all bent out of shape about going to this thing, and I didn't want you to have to worry about having a date that didn't fit in."
"I wouldn't want you to fit in with that crowd," Logan replied.
Max couldn't help but think about what Logan might want of her after all. "Anyway…Still, I'm returning it."
"Don't do that. I want you to keep it."
"Logan Cale, protector of all that is good and true, advocating larceny?" Max supposed it shouldn't really surprise her he sent her out to B&E often enough.
"No. I'll call the store and have them charge it to me."
Oh, should have known, thought Max. "Forget it. It's a waste of money.
"No, it's not. You look beautiful in it. In fact, you were the most beautiful woman there."
He said I am beautiful! And he knows that he doesn't have to say that to get me to do anything for him! Max smiled at the thought.
"And you're absolutely right about Aunt Margo. I'm gonna get in her face about that locket. After all, it was my mom's!" Logan continued.
Max reached into her bag and retrieved locket. She handed it to Logan.
"How did you?" Logan asked.
"Genetically engineered pickpocket," she answered.
"Thank you," he said as he took the locket and looks at Max appreciatively.
Max smiled back at him and knelt down by his feet. She placed her hand on his thigh, enjoying touching him even though she was aware he couldn't feel it. She leaned toward him, glancing longingly at his lips. "So our all of your 'dates' this exciting, or is it just us?"
Logan smiled. He hadn't really been expecting to get a kiss, but he supposed he should have suspected it was a possibility when he called this a date. He placed his hand over hers on his lap, when he realized that he had felt her hand on him.
Max mistook the shocked look on his face and recoiled. "I'm sorry."
"No!" Logan grabbed her hand, and pulled it back to his lap. He realized later that he wouldn't have been able to do that if Max hadn't wanted him to. "Max, I felt that."
She gave his thigh a squeeze. "This?"
Logan sits there for a moment, letting it sink in, then smiles widely his hand over Max's on his thigh. "Yes. Do it again?"
Max did. Logan just sat there, enjoying the fact that he could feel anything. Max moved her hand to the other thigh. "Can you feel this?"
Max moved her hand down to his calf. "This?"
Max massaged his calf for a little bit, watching the joy on his face, and, for once, not questioning why that made her so happy. She lifted his foot. Logan looked at her and smiled. "We should see where you're getting sensation back," she said as she removed his shoe and then his sock. She smiled at him, ruthlessly suppressing the small doubts and fears that appeared at the thought of exploring sensation at the other end of his legs.
Logan nodded and watched as she caressed his still foot. He didn't feel much as she ran her soft hands over his, but the fact that he felt anything at all was a miracle. He didn't even try to stop the small moans and shudders whenever he did feel something.
Neither was sure how long it was before she disrobed Logan's other foot and repeated the massage. Slowly she slid her hand up his leg, enjoying the feel of his skin. Nervously she bit her lip, gathered her courage and said, "You should take off the tux."
Logan nodded. "Yeah, I should." He started to wheel himself to his bedroom when he swung his head around to look up at her and ask, "You're not going to leave now. Are you?"
Max shook her head and finished removing her shoe.
Logan grinned and went to his bedroom. She's taking her shoes off, she's staying. Wonder if I could convince her to wear one of my tee shirts. Logan felt more aroused by that thought than by anything since the shooting. He hung up his tie, jacket and dress shirt. He remembered Bling had tried to talk to him about sex after. Maybe I should have listened, oh well, I can always ask him about it later. It's not like anything is going to happen tonight or ever with Max, you are fantasizing again Cale. Logan had just transferred to the bed and was pushing down his pants with some difficulty because he couldn't concentrate on the task at hand when he jumped at Max's voice.
"Can I help?" she asked as she sat down on the bed next to him.
"I thought you were going to wait out in the front room," Logan stammered.
"I said I wasn't leaving, not that I was going to stay there. Besides, no reason you shouldn't be comfortable, and where would be more comfortable than right here." Besides, she thought, how many chances am I going to have to get into your bed? Oh, jeez, what am I doing? Trying to blow the best friendship I've ever had? Because I'm greedy and want more? Max looked at Logan, nervously waiting for his approval, his acceptance.
Logan just stared at the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen as she nibbled on her lower lip nervously. The good and the bad news of a blow out spinal cord; that isn't giving me an embarrassing hard on right now. Bu then again, I shouldn't be feeling anything at all, maybe …?
Max tried again, "May I help you?" Logan nodded. Max grabbed the waist of his pants and started pulling them down. Logan hastily grabbed his black silk boxers and held them up when he realized that they were also sliding down his body. Max smiled as she gracefully left the bed. Logan sat up to watch her fold the pants and put them on the hanger with the jacket, then return to him.
Max climbed onto the bed with Logan. Her mouth was just inches from his when she sat back on her knees and began to massage his legs. "Just lay back, and …notice where you feel." Max could not quite bring herself to say 'enjoy', but she really hoped that he was.
Logan leaned back into his pillows and shut his eyes. His soft moans guided Max to where he could feel, where he most enjoyed. She worked slowly down one leg then up the other. Her strong hands kneading muscles that where still solid under her touch. She carefully kept her hands on the outside of Logan's boxers as she moved them up side of his body. She bit her lip again as she nervously slid her hands under his cotton tee shirt, enjoying the feel of his skin, not certain she should be doing this.
Logan's breathing became shallower, faster as Max approached where he had normal sensation. That area was always a little … confused. She wouldn't be under his tee shirt, would she? As her hands rose above where he had sensation Logan knew that she was. He knew he should tell her she was above where he had lost sensation, but a few more seconds and she would be at his nipples. It would be wrong to abuse her kindness!
"I can feel that. You are above the injury." Logan said, regretting instantly that he had stopped her.
Max interpreted it as a reproach and immediately moved her hands. "Oh. Sorry. Where is your injury?"
"T8. About here." Logan drew an imaginary line on his chest.
"Okay," Max nodded and moved her hands back down his other side. She had just snuck a tiny bit under the waistline of his black silk boxers when Logan spoke again.
Max jumped and removed her hand from inside his shorts. "What?" she asked nervously.
"I don't mind." Don't mind? Way to make a woman feel appreciated, Cale! What is wrong with you?
Max smiled tentatively at him.
"I like … you touching me." Logan gave Max his most enticing smile, to make up for his clumsy words.
Max wanted to pounce! That smile was lethal and she wouldn't be surprised if it should be registered as such …somewhere. How would a high society lady handle this? To hell with that, Logan knows what I am. "You know, it is kind of awkward to move around in this dress. Would you mind if I took it off?"
"Not at all." Logan shook his head. That has to be the understatement of the year.
"Would you mind unzipping it for me?" Max turned so that he had easy access to the zipper.
I wonder if I could do this with my teeth? But Logan's abdominal control wasn't what it once was so he reached up and slowly pulled the zipper down her back. He thought about stopping after a few inches, when she could reach it, but he didn't. He was far to mesmerized by the smooth tan bare skin under the dress. She isn't wearing a bra! Logan couldn't have stopped himself if he had tried. He slowly slid the zipper all the way down to her waist. "You can borrow one of my tee shirts if …" Logan trailed off as Max slid out of the gown.
Max slowly slid the gown down her body, watching Logan intently for some reaction. With one final kick, in sharp contrast to slow striptease, the gown went flying to land reasonably neatly on a chair across the room. "Do you want me to put something else on?" Max asked, searching his face for answers.
Logan did not trust himself to speak. He could only shake his head as he stared at the beauty before him.
Max gave Logan a warm smile and returned to touching his hips.
Logan couldn't remember when he had felt more uncertain of himself. It seemed to be the night for that. "Max?" he asked. She paused and looked at him. "I want to touch you too."
Max nodded and moved to face Logan, giving him all the access he could crave.
"Anywhere?" Logan started to ask if there was anywhere she would not be comfortable being touched by him when she interrupted him with, "Anywhere."
"Anywhere you want to Logan." Max looked anxiously at Logan.
"Max," Logan moaned and pulled her to him. He kissed her gently at first. She laid her body over his, one hand tangled in his hair, the other lightly tracing his ear. Logan could tell she was running her legs up and down his, pressing her hips rhythmically against his in the same way that would have him coming in his pants back when he was a teenager. Back when I was whole, he thought then ruthlessly shoved the thought away. That I can feel her at all is a miracle. Enjoy every second! And make sure she does too! He held her head to his with one hand as he moaned and deepened the kiss. His hand entwined her hair, freeing it so that it fell around the like a veil. His other hand roamed lightly down her back, shivers of delight followed his touch. He felt a wave of satisfaction as she shuddered and moaned into his mouth, but paused at none of her gyrations.
Way better than cake, Max thought as she multitasked.
To be continued …