Fic-Dark Angel-Max/Logan-"Who Wears Short Skirts"
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aruna7 wanted a Max/Logan fluffy piece.
Title: Who Wears Short Skirts
Author:Nicole
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel etc, just playing with them for a bit
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/fluff
Pairing: Max/Logan
Summary: Max and Logan get ready for a party. Takes place sometime after the series ended.
Word Count:418
Authors Note: Any errors are mine, please forgive any.
“I can’t believe I’m wearing this!”
Logan flashed Max that sheepish grin of his while cleaning his glasses.
“You look great to me.”
“That’s because you can’t see more than a foot in front of you.” She snapped.
His grin only widened. “Then why don’t you come closer, so I can get a better look.”
Max tried not to smile. She really did. “Or better yet, you could come over here.”
Max watched as he put his glasses back on and literally saw his jaw come unhinged. His expression made this all worth it. Cindy had been right about the skirt. It barely reached her knees, and clung to her body in all the right places. It was, of course, black. Her signature color for prowling the night. He stood, and slowly approached her, his eyes taking a tour of her body. When he was about a foot from her, he stopped, took a deep breath and said. “Wow.”
“That’s all I get. I put on a skirt for you, Logan. The least you-”
His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss. There had been a time when she hadn’t thought she’d ever feel his mouth on hers ever again. She was glad to say, she’d been wrong. His hands started at her shoulders, then traveled down, tracing her curves, stopping on her hips. He pulled her closer.
“You forget, you did put on a dress for me once as well.”
She laughed against his neck. “I did, didn’t I. It seems like you owe me big time then.”
“Really.” His hands started moving again, his forehead rested against hers. “What do want me to wear for you tonight?”
“Don’t you know?” She teased.
“Well, it’s Alec’s party, so I’m assuming it’s not a tuxedo.”
She snorted, then leaned in, her mouth pressing up against his ear. “Leather.” She breathed. “Black, skin tight, leather.”
He pulled back slightly, his warm, sexy, eyes bored into hers. “Seriously?’
Max patted his firm ass and grinned. “Oh yes.”
He laughed. “And let me guess, you have a pair of pants in my size waiting for me.”
“You know me too well.”
“Not well enough.” He caressed her chin.
Her cheeks suddenly felt warm. Logan Cale. The only man in the world with the power to melt her with words. Max laced her fingers through his. “Come on eyes only, we need to get you ready for your close up.”
Logan smiled. “The things I do for love.”
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aruna7 wanted a Max/Logan fluffy piece.
Title: Who Wears Short Skirts
Author:Nicole
Disclaimer: I don't own Dark Angel etc, just playing with them for a bit
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/fluff
Pairing: Max/Logan
Summary: Max and Logan get ready for a party. Takes place sometime after the series ended.
Word Count:418
Authors Note: Any errors are mine, please forgive any.
“I can’t believe I’m wearing this!”
Logan flashed Max that sheepish grin of his while cleaning his glasses.
“You look great to me.”
“That’s because you can’t see more than a foot in front of you.” She snapped.
His grin only widened. “Then why don’t you come closer, so I can get a better look.”
Max tried not to smile. She really did. “Or better yet, you could come over here.”
Max watched as he put his glasses back on and literally saw his jaw come unhinged. His expression made this all worth it. Cindy had been right about the skirt. It barely reached her knees, and clung to her body in all the right places. It was, of course, black. Her signature color for prowling the night. He stood, and slowly approached her, his eyes taking a tour of her body. When he was about a foot from her, he stopped, took a deep breath and said. “Wow.”
“That’s all I get. I put on a skirt for you, Logan. The least you-”
His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss. There had been a time when she hadn’t thought she’d ever feel his mouth on hers ever again. She was glad to say, she’d been wrong. His hands started at her shoulders, then traveled down, tracing her curves, stopping on her hips. He pulled her closer.
“You forget, you did put on a dress for me once as well.”
She laughed against his neck. “I did, didn’t I. It seems like you owe me big time then.”
“Really.” His hands started moving again, his forehead rested against hers. “What do want me to wear for you tonight?”
“Don’t you know?” She teased.
“Well, it’s Alec’s party, so I’m assuming it’s not a tuxedo.”
She snorted, then leaned in, her mouth pressing up against his ear. “Leather.” She breathed. “Black, skin tight, leather.”
He pulled back slightly, his warm, sexy, eyes bored into hers. “Seriously?’
Max patted his firm ass and grinned. “Oh yes.”
He laughed. “And let me guess, you have a pair of pants in my size waiting for me.”
“You know me too well.”
“Not well enough.” He caressed her chin.
Her cheeks suddenly felt warm. Logan Cale. The only man in the world with the power to melt her with words. Max laced her fingers through his. “Come on eyes only, we need to get you ready for your close up.”
Logan smiled. “The things I do for love.”
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