Therapy

Therapy


Logan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling sightlessly. He'd been like this for most of the night, that is when he wasn't wandering the apartment in his chair. He couldn't seem to relax no matter what he tried, and as for keeping her out of his mind well, there was no chance of that happening.


He touched his lips with slightly shaky fingers, remembering the feel of her warm mouth on his, their hands grasping each other with desperate need. He'd never forget the agony he'd felt at the knowledge that he'd never see her again. And the deep-seated jealousy he'd also felt knowing that Zack would be with her.


Who knew those feelings hid inside him!


He had suspected that there were a few things that he had avoided thinking about, but he was still stunned at how powerful his need for her had been. Even given the givens.


From the look in her eyes after the kiss, she had felt the same. As hard as she tried to hide her feelings, he had developed the ability to read her.


For both of them the thought of being apart was agonizing, heart-wrenching.


Blinking at his own choice of words, he pondered his feelings again. Could it be that he loved her?


Shaking his head at futility of it all, he once again closed his eyes to attempt sleep. It continued to eluim. im.


He was just about to get up and do some work, when he caught a glimpse of something in his peripheral vision. He reached for his glasses, but was stopped by a soft hand on his arm.


Her scent wafted over him, causing his heartbeat to speed up, and his breath to catch.


"Max." There was no surprise in his voice. It was as if he'd known she'd be there eventually.


"Logan." Her sultry voice caressed him, sending shivers up his spine. He felt a phantom throbbing in his numb male flesh. What was happening?


He fingers drifted down his arm to wrap gently around his own digits. He felt their slight trembling. Why couldn't he move?


He was suddenly aware of his bare chest, and his thin boxers. Did she care that he was barely dressed?


In the dim light from the hall, he could just make out her tiny tank top, which was so thin that it only accentuated the fullness of her breasts, and the tightness of their taut peaks.


Her other hand lifted to his face, where she ran her fingers gently across his cheek. A sigh slipped from him as she touched his lips, her trembling fingertips a counterpoint to his heart's rabbit-like beating.


She moved even closer, climbing over to lie beside him on the bed. He was still in a state of shock, unable to even ask her what was going on.


He felt her warm breath on his shoulder, and he shuddered in reaction. Her soft, full lips whispered across skin, and he was suddenly let loose from his strange paralysis.


He tugged on their still-joined hands, bringing hers to his mouth for a tender kiss. She made a soft sound of pleasure at the intimate touch.


"Max? Is everything all right?" Why was she here? He'd never seen her so open, so vulnerable.


She didn't answer him, choosing instead to sit up and move over his legs. He felt in the air, more than saw her lay a warm hand on each of his thighs. God, how he wished he could feel them!


"What are you?" He was cut off when she began massaging his flaccid muscles. His still-normal-looking legs were being rubbed -- roughly manipulated -- by her strong hands, the effort moving his entire body in irregular shoves. He wished he could see the intense concentration on her beautiful face as she well, he wasn't sure WHAT she was doing. But he trusted her implicitly, so she must have a good reason.


And then he felt it.


Quickly grabbing her hands to stop her, Logan rasped out, "Shh, be still Max."


They sat in silence; her hands still on his thighs, his hands covering hers. There was a feeling of anticipation in the room.


"You felt it." The husky timbre of her voice caught him in an emotional snare. She had known this would happen!


He suddenly had to be sure of his own senses.


"Please, do it again," he nearly begged. Had it really happened?


Not speaking, Max began to rub his legs again. His hands were still holding hers, giving the action a much more intimate connotation.


He didn't care, as long as she made it happen again. And there! That was it. A little flutter of a twinge of a feeling in his right thigh. Right under her strong fingers.


He choked out his joy, "Oh my god, Max, what the hell's going on here?" He squeezed her hands, wanting instead to throw his arms around her and kiss them both breathless.


She leaned closer, her body warming the air above his. He felt her breath on his chest as she spoke.


"It's my blood."


Stunned, he lost control of himself. He let go of her hands, instead raising them to her face. Her silky skin was warm under his trembling hands.


His eyes darting over her shadowy face, he asked with great astonishment, "What have you done to me?" The whispered words fluttered over her skin like butterflies, and she shuddered before answering, "I've changed you."


"H-how?"


He felt her smile, and tentatively ran a thumb over her full lips. She spoke against his digit.


"A chemical chain reaction, starting with the transfusion I gave you." He heard the desperation in her voice, knew she'd only done it because there had been no other way.


"You scared me pretty bad, Logan." She lay down beside him again, resting a hand on his chest. Her voice died down to a whisper.


"It was bad enough that I had to go through the leaving thing" She took a deep breath before continuing, "But then I felt something was wrong."


He lay there trying not to shudder under her hand, but it was all he could feel. He lay his own warm hand over it.


"I wondered how you found out about me." The unspoken part he was very well aware of. If she hadn't come, he would have died from blood loss.


She laced her fingers with his. "I got a horrible feeling that something bad happened to you. It made me get up and call you, and that's how I spike to Bling. I came right away."


And here was his opportunity. "How did Zack feel about that?"


She snorted. "I had to almost kick his ass before he'd let me go. He told me I was giving up my freedom."


Her head found its way to his shoulder, where she cuddled up. She spoke so softly; he had to strain to hear her.


"I just knew I didn't want you to leave me."


He nudged her a little so she'd lift up, and he wrapped both arms around her tightly. Having her in his embrace was something he thought he'd never experience. His heart felt close to bursting.


"Thank you for coming back to me." He sounded a little choked. "I was pretty miserable after I left you two at the cabin." He stopped there, not sure if he could, or should, continue.


They lay there in silence for a while, Logan wondering if he'd gone too far with his words. Max could be pretty skittish when a person got too close.


"Logan?" Her uncertain tone nearly threw him.


"Yes Max?" Thankfully his voice didn't shake.


"Can I?" She stopped, and sat up. "Forget it." She leaned over his legs once more, and began rubbing them briskly. He could feel the tugging.


He lay there wondering what was going on. He'd thought she was there because of the transfusion possibilities, but now he wasn't so sure. She was acting very strange, very unsure of herself, very not-Max.


A compulsion came over him, and he for once didn't over think it. Catching both of her hands in his, he stilled them, gripping them gently. Letting go, he let his fingers travel up her arms, pulling her toward him as he went. By the time he got to her shoulders they were pretty much chest to chest.


"Is this what you wanted?" Gently he guided her, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss.


Their mouths touched, and touched again, finally melding close in a passionate slant. Max whimpered as Logan's fingers wove into her hair, cupping the back of her head with their strong length.


They kissed for an endless time, learning each other's textures, finding every sensitive spot in warm mouths.


Logan was gentle, tenderly stroking her hair, her face, and her shoulders. He instinctively knew that his little soldier needed him to be the exact opposite of what she saw in her everyday life. He would show her what love could be.


And so lost was he in their kiss, he didn't realize what he really felt.


They finally pulled apart a lifetime later, Logan breathing deeply, erratically.


Maxi's night sight revealed to her a man with such emotion on his face she had to close her eyes again. It was a little unfair to him that she could see what he thought was safely hidden. But oh, it was beautiful to see the longing, the need he felt for her.


"Max," his velvety voice caressed her, causing her heart to beat even faster.


"Mm-hmm," she managed to force out. His warm hands were smoothing her hair, gliding across her shoulders, down her arms. It was hard to concentrate on anything else, especially with the heat beginning to coil in her belly. She should probably stop this before it went too far. Embarrassing him was not on her schedule. Ever.


He was speaking again.


"Max, let me may I touch you?" The normally self-confident cyber-journalist sounded like an uncertain teenager.


She couldn't speak for a moment. How could she say no without irreparable harm to his feelings or their relationship?


God, she WANTED him to touch her!


Logan felt her muscles tremble, and once again was gripped with a strong compulsion.


He sought out her lips once more, slanting her mouth across hers with a swiftly rising passion. He held her face in his hands, his fingertips caressing the soft skin.


Max held herself still for only a moment before throwing all her reasoning out the window. She needed the closeness, needed him to show her that he'd never be that close the death again.


Stretching out along his considerable length, she laid her hands on his ribcage, sliding them around his sides to grip his waist as she pressed herself against him. She knew he couldn't feel her lower body pressing his tonight, but if it was in her power to change that, she would.


Logan was getting pretty turned on. He'd never before realized how little his dick played in the process. The rest of his body (the part he could feel) was becoming a mass of sensitive nerve endings. He wondered how this would end for him.


Well, regardless he wanted to make sure that Max was given a time that she would never forget. She deserved it, and he felt sure he could make it happen for her, even with his obvious handicaps.


His hands found their way to her back, feeling the steely muscles hidden under the feminine curves. He ran a fingertip down her spine, feeling her shiver in reaction. Gathering up her tank top in his hands, he pulled it up over her head, immediately seeking out her lips again. Laying his palms flat on her back, he rubbed them lightly down to the waistband of her jeans.


Breaking their heated kiss, he breathed, "Take these off. I want to touch all of you."


Opening her eyes, she read the need in his face.


Sitting up, she climbed off the bed long enough to remove her jeans and panties, anticipation making her almost dizzy.


Throwing her clothes over in the corner, she went back to his side, pausing only to remove his boxers. He didn't stop her, but she could sense the questions burning in his mind.


She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she certcertain that it was important.


Lying down beside him, she let a hand run over his chest and belly. He gasped at the contact, rolling then to his side with effort.


Max continued her caress, touching his hip and pulling his legs forward a little to prop him in this position. Paralyzed or not, having her hands on him heady.


Logan was amazed at the amount of excitement, of sexual feeling he was experiencing. Max's every touch was like a fire on his skin.


He sought out her soft throat with fingers, following with lips to kiss and nibble the sensitive flesh. His tongue slipped out to taste the salty sweat gathering there, and he felt deep satisfaction at her moaning response.


She obliged him by shifting up on the bed so that he could continue to use his lips and tongue on her heated skin. He stroked her arms, rubbing his mouth across her shoulder, her collarbone, between her full breasts. He felt the slight rasp of his beard on her soft skin, and her moan of response to the pleasure/pain.


Max threaded her fingers through his short hair, her heart leaping at the feel of his mouth on her. Was he skilled, or just eager to please her? Regardless, she was flying pretty high, and he'd barely touched her!


She felt his fingertips brush her breast, anticipation making her hold her breath. One finger circled a nipple before dragging across the tip. Her hips came off the bed in reaction, her voice crying out, "Logan!"


He smoothed his hand down her hip, continuing down her leg in a calming movement. He repeated it a few times until she was once more relaxed. Then he took a nipple in his mouth.


How could this feel so damn good?! She could barely think straight as he suckled her, rolling his tongue around the tip in the most amazing movement.


Logan was in heaven. She was so very responsive, and all he wanted to do was make her scream in pleasure.


He took the other pebbled tip in his fingers, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, the fullness against his palm. He lovingly squeezed it, humming in delight as she gasped his name.


No longer able to wait, he traveled on to where he really wanted to be, taking time to give her flat belly the attention it deserved.


Using his strong arms to push himself, he finally felt her soft pubic hair on his stubbly chin. He was looking forward to tasting her, and making her roll those lovely hips against him.


His hand parted her thighs in a smooth caress, her musky smell tickling his nose as he touched it to her dark thatch. He suddenly wished for a light on, so that he could observe her in her release. He could imagine the sweet grimace on her face as he brought her to the brink


Realizing he was daydreaming, he rubbed his thick thumb down her slit, her legs closing on his hand for a moment. He brought the wet digit to his mouth, sucking the smoking-tasting liquid off.


"I'm dying to taste you, Max. Touching you is heaven, but can I taste you?" He couldn't believe he was saying these things.


Her whisper was breathless, but clear, "Oh god, Logan, to have your mouth on me is all I want." She moaned again as he slid a long finger slickly into her.


He fucked her with a finger a bit longer, then removed it so that he'd have better access. Shifting himself between her thigh, he licked up her thighs, he licked up her slit with a wide tongue, ending with a quick flick of her clit.


She came just that fast, coming up off the bed with a low wail. He paused long enough for her to come down from her high, before bending to her warm, slick flesh again. When his lips touched her, she bucked once and then lay still for him. He glanced up, wondering what kind of expression was on her face.


His mind took off on its favorite journey -- and he saw Max beneath him, body glistening with sweat, breasts heaving, urging him in a husky voice to 'Fuck me harder, Logan!' as he thrust into her as if his life depended on it


Her strong fingers in his hair brought him back to reality.


"Logan," she breathed. "You OK?" She stroked his temples, causing his eyes to fall closed in reaction. Her touch was like a drug, bringing his body to sensitive awareness. She stroked his bare shoulders, the toned muscles twitching under his smooth skin.


He didn't speak, instead pressing his mouth to her center, knowing only the need to quiet his thoughts, and give her pleasure.


Max was still reeling from the look she'd glanced on his face. There was great need there, and also a heartwrenching sorrow. She knew where that came from, and it was the one thing that brought her here tonight.


As her Logan brought her once more to ecstasy, she swore to God that she'd do all she could to bring it to pass.


Logan hauled himself up the bed to lay beside a still-gasping Max. He was grinning like an idiot, happier than he'd been since well, since the accident, if he was honest with himself. All due to this. Lovemaking with this girl that he was slowly realizing he had fallen in love with.


He relaxed on the pillow next to her, regret skittering over him as the vision of him impaling her on his cock once again came to the forefront of his thoughts. Damnit.


Max watched him, observing the look, and was suddenly galvanized into action.


Rolling over onto his chest, she took his mouth in a scorching kiss. She gripped his head desperately as her tongue made long, slow sweeps along the sensitive surfaces inside his warm mouth.


Logan was overwhelmed for a moment, not understanding what she could possibly to be doing. Regardless of what happened earlier, he had no illusions about his "blown out" spinal cord, but Max always did things her own way.


Pushing aside his doubts, he threw himself into the kiss as well, calming her passion a bit by responding with the utmost gentleness. Their joined lips slowed until the kiss was transformed. No longer wildly desperate, it was now a testament to their burgeoning love.


They finally broke apart, Logan just watching quietly as Max's shadow rose up to sit over his legs again. She focused on just one limb this time, her strong hands falling into an easy pattern, working each muscle individually. She watched Logan's face, waiting patiently for some sign that the nerves were being stimulated into regrowth.


His cheek twitched as she worked around to his hamstring. Quickly she lifted his leg off the bed, digging the palm of her hand into his thigh, the flaccid but still dense muscle giving her slight resistance.


His expression was open, letting her know when he felt anything, but it was obvious that he was anxious about something. Sweat beaded up on his brow, and as she worked his upper thigh he got very tense.


She decided to give it a rest for a moment, and lay his leg gently down on the bed. In so doing she brushed against the front of his boxers, and froze. Looking down at him, she wondered how she'd missed this.


He had a raging erection.


"Logan?" This was frankly an amazing development, and she just had to know


"Can you feel this?" And she wrapped her fingers around him firmly.


He made a strange sound -- something like a cross between a gasp and a choke. Max grinned ferally, taking this development as a sign.


"Max oh my god" He was hardly able to speak, so focused was he on the fact that he could feel her grip on his cock. How was this possible?!


Max was just thrilled to have this opportunity. The fact that his recovery had taken this form was the icing on a delicious cake. She was going to use this for a discovery of her own. That of her first real love.


She climbed up his legs, watching him closely as she moved. He still looked a bit confused, but the happiness was just below the surface. His hands rode up her thighs as she hovered over his hips. Her still-slick center rubbed his staff lightly.


He groaned, "I never thought to feel you around me I couldn't even wish." He was choked up.


She leaned over to press her lips to his again. He opened his mouth to her, sucking on her tongue in a passionate reminder of what they were about to do.


Without a pause, she impaled herself on him, the both of them crying out in joy. Not waiting to ask questions, she began rocking on him, as if they were seasoned lovers.


Taking his shaking hands in hers, she pinned them beside him on the bed, making sure he had no choice but to enjoy when she offered. They were both already gasping, Max's rocking becoming a little frantic as she came closer to the edge.


Squeezing with inner walls, she milked him, thrilling to the sounds of ecstasy she drew from deep in his throat. Her own release she tightly controlled, not knowing what it would take for his, and wanting to experience it with him.


Logan's head was spinning, his body completely overwhelmed with the sensations flooding it. Even with Val he'd never felt anything like this. It was turning in his gut, a fire in his loins, a breathlessness in his lungs. It controlled him completely.


There was a volcano ready to erupt, and he could feel the shaking, deep, deep down. His cock was encased in a pocket of lava, and it was burning through.


He gasped, choking for air as his release was ripped from him, Max's body taking it and turning it into her own. She screamed his name, gripping his arms bruisingly before falling over him bonelessly.


They lay together, exhausted.


Slowly Logan came back to reality, his arms coming around Max's body in a loving embrace. He kissed her hair.


Max turned her face into his warm neck, nuzzling him comfortingly. She mumbled something that he didn't catch.


"Hmm?"


She lifted up to look at him in the dark.


"I said I'm looking forward to your physical therapy." Laughingly.


Logan grinned. HE was looking forward to their growing love. He would tell her how he felt, soon.


"Should be interesting."


And they weren't sure who spoke.


The End.