Logan opened his eyes as a lone ray of light penetrated the blinds of the bedroom window. What a wonderful dream he had had. He looked over his shoulder to see Max lying sound asleep at his side, facing him. "Must still be asleep," he muttered and blinked several times. Carefully, he turned over and gently brushed Max's hair. It hadn't been a dream. He leaned over and placed a small kiss on her cheek, then heard the apartment door open. He rolled back over on his back and glanced at his alarm clock. "Shit," he thought. "Bling's early." Instantly he thought of what would happen if Bling found out he and Max had... He had to get rid of him. He hastily crawled out of bed and headed for the door, dressing himself in the process.

"Morning," came Bling's unknowing greeting as Logan entered the kitchen. "Uh, hey, Bling," Logan replied uneasily. Bling took a step toward Logan and looked him up and down. "Geez, looks like you had a rough night," he commented. "You have no idea," Logan replied absently, recalling the events of the past hours. "And if you don't mind," he continued, "I'd really like to get some sleep. And I've got some informants to talk to, so how about we reschedule for tomorrow?" Bling stopped unpacking his equipment and gave him a peculiar look. Logan held an expressionless face. "Okay..." he uneasily agreed, as if he sensed something wasn't right. He slowly began repacking his things and Logan felt relieved, and then Max made her presence known.

"Logan," she called from somewhere down the hall, "Where are you?" Her voice grew louder as she approached the kitchen. Logan froze, unable to reply to Max, let alone look at Bling. Max rounded the corner into the kitchen saying, "I can't find my-" Her voice cut off as soon as she saw Bling. She was wearing only one of Logan's bathrobes, which fit her loosely. She halted her pace and stared at Bling for a moment, then looked to Logan, who was looking down at the floor and shaking his head slightly, extremely embarrassed. "Oh - Hi, Bling..." Max was trying to think of a reasonable excuse to feed him, but she could tell he had already figured it out. Her mouth hung open until she finally managed to spout, "Excuse me," and headed toward the bathroom. Once she was again out of sight, Bling looked over to Logan, who had by this time raised his head and was looking directly forward. Bling had never smiled that wide before.

"Right," he began smugly. "Your contacts. I'll leave you to deal with your contacts." And with that, he picked up his bag and proceeded out the penthouse door, closing it softly behind him. Logan still gazed straight ahead, knowing he would never hear the end of this. After a moment, he regained his personality and went to look for Max. "Max?" he called, "Max where are you? It's okay, Bling's gone." He found her in the bedroom, getting changed for work. "Max..." He wasn't sure what to say. "I..." He struggled with the words. He felt the lust had left them now that what they did was out in the open. Damnit, he knew he would regret this. "I gotta get to work," she cut him off dryly. "See ya." She was fighting back her emotions, and walked right past him to her bag, and the next second she was out the door.

Logan spent the rest of the day staring out the window at the cold, rainy, and overall depressing day. He moved from his seat only once to eat and twice to go to the bathroom. He was certain he wouldn't hear from Max for a long time. They had made love out of lust, and now they had to pay the consequences. True, she had asked, had pleaded him to do so, but he should've known better. In fact he had known better, but he let his hormones get the best of him. And so, he screwed up his relationship with the woman that meant more to him than anyone else on the planet. He didn't know what he might do if she left him for good, and he figured there was now a good chance of that happening. Shortly after the sun had set, Logan figured he may as well go to bed, but he didn't feel like moving. Instead, he just laid himself down on the couch and closed his eyes.

"Logan?" he heard an almost inaudible voice from his front door. He opened his eyes, blinked twice, and sat up. "Max?" She was standing in the open door, not sure if he wanted her to come in. "Hey," she replied meagerly, trying to hide her discomfort. "Hey," he returned the word in very much the same tone. "Huh," he forced a small chuckle. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you for a while." She relaxed a bit at his light-heartedness and made her way over to where he was sitting. "Neither did I," she said regretfully, "but here I am." She sat down and gazed into each other's eyes, neither of them saying a word for what seemed like an eternity. "Logan, I don't want to leave you," Max finally broke the silence, on the verge of tears. He hugged her tightly, and she started to cry. Logan, too, began to release his emotions, and began to feel a strange sense of relief.

"I love you, Max," he spoke when the pair had finished crying, but not releasing their embrace. "I love you too," she mumbled into his neck. "And I'm not going to leave you again. Ever." "Oh, Max..." He didn't finish the sentence, just held her head to his and kissed her with raw passion. She returned the kiss with as much force and held it for a long time. When they finally parted, she laughed lightly. "Look at us," she mused. "We love each other but we're each to afraid to admit it, and when we finally do express it, we get all worked up over nothing." "Nothing?!" Logan pretended to take offense. "You know what I mean," she smiled back. "So..." His uncertainness returned to him. "What's our relationship now? Just co-workers? Friends? ...Lovers?" She kissed him again. "I'll let you know when I figured it out," she replied simply, lovingly. "Thanks."

"Come on, I want to show you something," he said, his normal boy-like charm returning. He got up and led Max to the computer room. He turned on the monitor and called up a program. "What's this?" she asked as he seated her at the desk. She had seen him play the game once before, but still had no clue what it was. "Tetris," he replied, grinning. "Want to play?" She smiled and stood up. "Yes, but not the game," she answered suggestively, moving toward him. "It's been over two days," he stated, unsure of her actions. "Hasn't your heat passed yet?" She began kissing him, and replied, "Yes. By the way, I figured it out." She held his head an inch or two from hers. "I want to be all three." With that they resumed their intimacy, and this time they both knew they wouldn't regret it.

- THE END -

Sorry for the delay in getting the final chapter up. This is my first real fanfic, so please don't get mad at me if I screwed anything up, which I'm sure I did.