Loves Soul

Title: Loves Soul (1/5)
Rating: R/NC-17
Author: xtrekangel
Summary: Ok, so heres the scoop. This is what should have happened when Max got back to Logan instead of the whole virus thing, I really dont remember much about the episode because I was rather upset at the decision to have a virus, so I'll be daring and go against my beliefs and forget the shows whole timeline thing and everything else, and just do my thing.
Endorse: The show and characters belong to Fox, and Cameron.
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Notes: Please listen to the soundtrack to crouching tiger track 13 on repeat if you can, it really brings the emotion out. Please, please, i beg of u, if u can listen, do so. Mood music baby. Does wonders. So your probably wanting to get to the story by now so here goes. Ready or not. The luvin is comin.


Max had lost everything so fast. She had even gone so far as to almost die. And for him to have sacrificed his life for hers. They were never taught that at Manticore. But now, she is on her way to see Logan. The one thing that really kept her going for this long. She could have left like the others. But the ways of the heart determine the path. Her path leads to Logan. His eyes, his touch, his smell, his voice. The basics, the necessities. Max had never imagined ever loving someone the whe lhe loves him. It's odd the way fate works. Never knew that dropping in on him that one night would have changed her life so dramatically. But it did. All she wants now is him.
"Logan." His face whips around.
"Max?!" His face is utter surprise. Then a confusion spreads upon his features. "I thought you were......I saw you.......you're alive." He stuttered.
"Yeah, well its a long story." She smiled. Still they stand far apart. Finally he smiles.
"I have been waiting all my life for you." Slowly they are drawn towards each other. Their eyes never leaving each others. A moment they had been waiting for centuries to happen. They got closer and held each other by the waist, smiling into their eyes. An electric emotion passed between them. Scary, and exciting. Gradually their foreheads touched each others. Enjoying just being close. They sighed. Both closed their eyes, and their lips were drawn close. Softly they grazed. Somehow they seemed as if they were unsure. Lightly their lips graze again. They open their eyes and look at each other. They are not in his apartment anymore, they are in heaven. Floating in the clouds.
"I love you Max." His face is serious.
"I love you Logan." They look at each other a moment and smile. Finally their lips meet. Softly, ever so softly as if they are afraid to break each other. But the passion that they had kept hidden for so long is ignited. Logan reaches up, and puts his hands on her face pulling her in. Afraid to let go. Afraid it is all a dream. They kiss deeper, more longing is surging through. They make their way to his bed somehow. He stops and looks at her. Her beauty. Her eyes, and smile. If he could not see those things, he did not know how he could live. Every time he saw her, he was reborn, his heart jumped for joy, he wanted to shout from every rooftop. There is really no way to describe his feelings for her. All he knew was that he loved her more than life itself. And that is enough for him.
Softly he laid her down upon the bed. Running his hands through her hair, as he softly kissed her. She ran her hands underneath his shirt, feeling his muscles. Feeling his skin. Feeling him there. They were actually together. He pulled of his shirt, then bent to kiss her neck. Smelling her fragrance, her smell. They rolled, and she pulled off her shirt. He smiled up at her. She smiled then kissed him longingly. Never wanting the moment to end.
He ran his hands along her back, cherishing her soft skin. He kissed her belly, slowly licked his way back to her soft lips. Those lucious lips. Feverishly kissing, but still softly. Their hands caressing each others bodies, as if dancing. Moving gracefully. Slowly. Making the moment last. Throwing the clothes aside. Sweat glistening upon their bodies. His body surged with emotion, and he became a part of her. They became entangled, they became one. She craved his every movement. Slowly he moved, surging. Kissing her chest. Her fingers clang to his back. Electricity moved between their two bodies. Her soul needed his touch. She almost felt the need to cry. Slowly he rocked. She grabs his face and kisses him feverishly.
Neither wanted their dream like state to end, so they became closer, needier. She kisses his chest, his neck, his lips. Running her hands where ever she can reach. Each kiss becomes more forceful. He surges, and feels as if he is on another plane of reality. He keeps looking at her, making sure she is really there. Their legs are entangled, holding on. They are becoming more and more forceful. Craving. Needing. He kisses her belly again and again, then goes back to her lips. They kiss as if they are sucking the life out of each other. He runs his hands across her chest, and down her stomach. Kissing every inch of her body, memorizing it.
Hands grasping anything. Eyes searching. They ignite into a passionate fury. Peppering each other with kisses wherever they can. She shudders with his every movement. Slightly he shakes. Their lips search every inch. On and on they go. The passion never subsiding. The craving never lessening. Through the night they long for each other. Finally, neither can go on, and they fall asleep, in each others arms. Never wanting to let go, never leaving. Always remaining one. Always remaining whole.