Title: Falling

Author: AnitaB

Rating: NC17 for sexual content

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Max and Logan (sob, whine, pout). They and the show Dark Angel belong to Cameron and Eglee and Fox networks. Don't sue me, I'm too poor to be worth what you'd have to pay your lawyers.

Falling

By AnitaB

Chapter two: After the fall

With Logan's mouth still locked to Max's, her clothing became too much of a barrier. He pushed his hand up under her sweater, fumbling past the edge of her tank top and traced her naked spine from her barcode to the top of her pants.

She tore her lips from his and gasped at the feel of his skin on hers. Arching into the touch, her nails dug into his shoulders, "Logan." He leaned forward and placed a kiss in the hollow of her throat, feeling the vibration of her saying his name against his lips. He dragged his lips up to neck to gasp in her ear as she moved to straddle his lap. "You like that, don't you, Logan?"

His hands dropped to her hips and pressed her against his hardness, at her breathy sigh he groaned. "God, yes, I love touching you." He pulled her sweater over her head dislodging her hair clip. He groaned at the sight of Max straddling his lap in a skimpy burgundy tank top and that look in her eyes. She dived forward to claim his lips while her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He hands clenched on her hips as her mouth trailed down his throat to dropping little kittenish licks against his skin.

Logan had to touch her. He dropped his head to blow softly on the bare skin of her shoulder. Goose bumps rose on her skin and a shiver traced her spine. She felt him smile against her skin before sliding her tank strap down her shoulder with his teeth, nipping lightly down her arm. She arched against him purring as his lips traveled along the top hem of her shirt.

"You taste so good," Logan groaned against the top swell of her breast, rasping his five o'clock shadow back and forth across her chest. Her arms wrapped around his head, holding him against her and pressing down to ride his erection. He thrust up against her, dying to feel her heat surround him. Logan buried his face between her breasts, panting against her skin.

Her frantic hands shoved his shirt down his arms and threw it to the floor behind him. Her nails raked down his arms while her mouth dove to press against his nipple. He gasped as she released him from her mouth only to whisper against his lips, "You taste good too, Logan." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the smooth edge of his teeth. Leaning forward, Logan sucked her tongue into his mouth, reveling in her flavor. He needed to feel her against him. He jerked back peeling her tank top over her head and jerked her against his chest.

She stretched against him, feeling each hair on his chest move against her hardening nipples. Logan pulled her to a kneeling position across his hips and flicked his tongue across her breast, watching her nipple tighten under his breath. Running his hands up and down her legs, he pulled her body tighter against his and filled his mouth with her soft flesh.

Max moaned and threw her head back at the feel of him suckling her. Logan's hand trailed up her spine to tangle in her hair. He licked up her neck to nibble on her ear.

"Max, are you sure about this?" Logan moaned as she pressed down, feeling his erection nestled in the heat between her legs. His fingers dug into her hips pressing her harder against him, "'Cause if we do this…" He leaned in to press a heated kiss against her mouth. "I want you to be here when I wake up. Don't run from me, don't run from this, please." Max smiled, rubbing herself against him, loving his breathy groans.

"Yes, Logan, I'm sure. I've never wanted anything more." She ran her fingers through his hair lifting his face to hers. "I can't wait to wake up with you. I'm not running from this."

"Thank you, God. Max, I need you so much." His hands flew to the waistband of her pants, peeling them down to her knees. Max turned to sit on his lap, wiggling her pants down off her feet. Logan wrapped his arms around her, planting his mouth against her barcode, thanking God and Manticore for the woman on his lap, He nibbled her neck. "The bed, Max?" She slid off his lap, kneeling before him wearing only lacy panties and a seductive smile.

"No, Logan You wouldn't believe the fantasies I've had of you, of us in this chair. We're staying right here." Max braced her elbows against his knees and dragged his lips down to hers, whispering "I want you," against his mouth.

His mouth pressed against her, his tongue caressing hers before pulling back, "You've got me, Max. Forever."

She moaned against his mouth, her hands tracing from his shoulders to his hips. The feel of her hands so close to his shaft dragged a low, needy sound from him. She dragged his pants and boxers down and off, leaving him naked. She stood in front of him, loving the wild need in his eyes. He reached out and jerked the underwear down her hips and legs. She stepped out of them and slowly pulled herself astride his lap, setting the brakes on his chair in the process.

Logan ran his hands over every inch of Max's body. Reveling in her soft, golden skin and the sounds his touch pulled from her. Her hands dived between their bodies to wrap gentle fingers around his erection. Logan cried out at the touch of her hands exploring him. She smiled at his reaction and Logan had to retaliate. His hand moved of its own will into the liquid heat between her legs, dipping only the tip of a finger inside her, teasing her. She cried out, moving against his hand, begging for a deeper invasion, reflexively tightening her fingers around him.

"Max, it's time. Take me inside you, please." She leaned forward claiming his mouth with hers before slowly sinking down onto his hardness, surrounding him with her wet heat. Her head fell back, arms wrapped around his neck and nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders. His hands grasped her waist, pulling her down on him further, filling her.

He leaned up, licking her neck as she began rocking on him, his hands on her hips helping and guiding her motions. "God, Max, you feel so good."

Max, incoherent with the pleasure of feeling him inside her, merely moaned his name and rode him faster. Leading them both towards completion and the release rushing over them. She screamed as electric pleasure tightened every muscle in her entire body. Her warm depths tightened around him, dragging Logan over the edge. Muffling his moans of pleasure in the skin of her neck, he filled Max with his hot release.

Still joined and slowly recovering their breath, Max and Logan shared a soft, loving kiss. Holding Max as close to him as possible he whispered in her ear.

"You're amazing, Max, I love you more than you'll ever know." Max lifted her head from his shoulder, her eyes glowing love and joy, and rubbed her hands against his stubbled cheeks.

"I do know. You love me as much as I love you, with every fiber of my being, with all my soul." Her eyes glittered with tears as Logan tightened his arms around her with tears in his eyes.

"Max, the bed now? I want to sleep with you in my arms, I need to keep you close to me." She nodded against his shoulder.

He released the brake and rolled them both into his bedroom. There, she reluctantly lifted herself out of his lap, already missing his touch, and climbed into the bed. Waiting for him with open arms. He joined her, wrapping her in his arms and burying his face in her hair. She dropped a sleepy kiss in his shoulder and rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He pulled her closer, feeling her warm body shifting against his, removing all space between them. Wearing a sleep smile, Logan kissed Max's forehead and wrapped his hand into her hair.

Wrapped around each other, as close as two people could ever be--physically, emotionally, and spiritually--they slept.

Everything changes, and their love would only get stronger with time.

The end.