"Fast"
I still don’t like this fic 2 and a half months after I wrote it, still couldn’t get the ending I wanted (and the wording is so very…uck throughout). However, see I posted and this was actually me having a good fic day. God that's sad.
“Fast”
Fast.
It was funny how one word. Four little letters had over taken her every thought.
‘I want to go fast.’
She remembered his voice as he said it, the low rumble, what it did to her could very easily be described much the same way in one of the trashy novels Kendra occasionally came home with, normally just prior to a man that didn’t look anything like the one on the cover.
Max had restrained herself though, instead she handed off the one thing she claimed to love more than anything else, including her former roommate, of which Max had informed her of many times in the form of a threat that she never bothered to conceal.
The man who had willingly admitted the most time he spent on a motorized two wheeled vehicle was in an arcade, along with riding mopeds on island vacations, and a friend’s Ducati once around the block. That man who had just fallen into her arms had been on her bike after a five minute lesson.
That extension of her soul, under his inexperienced hands. Simply to make him happy, to be the reason for his smile, an excuse to wrap her arms around his waist without pushing their friendship to a point she wasn’t sure they were supposed to go.
‘I want to go fast,’ pounded in her head and once more the damn matching clichés from the romance novels wouldn’t leave her alone.
She had straddled him on a bed, shared a soul searing kiss and now the whole ride thing; it was as if Kendra were telling the story of her life. Not to mention bodily fluids, though she imagined that would probably be termed something, like life essence.
Fast.
Fucking Amazing Sex Time.
Fantastically Astounding Soul Touching
Finally A Second Try
Forget About Systematic Torture
Forget About Sexy Techno-Guy…
Do-Gooder.
Humanitarian versus Human-taker.
She was made to kill, he was meant to save.
The world quite simply sucked.
Then those four powerful letters quickly returned. Fast.
She had been the one he said them to, not Daphne, not Valerie, not that hot girl that worked the lobby three days a week. Her. Max.
‘I want to go fast.’
Five words and she had pretty much handed over the keys to her soul.
Five words, four letters, nine days and she had pretty much lost her mind because of it. Enough was enough, Logan was a man of words and she needed one expanded.
-o-o-O-o-o-
She almost tripped over a carelessly discarded sneaker as she walked into his apartment. Even in her single minded determination to get that one word defined, she smiled, knowing what a great thrill he was getting at being able to kick off his shoes without having to make a production over the simple act, things he would never again take for granted.
Speaking of taking…
She continued on in her quest. “Logan,” she announced herself impatiently as she walked towards the kitchen.
“Bathroom,” he called back.
“You decent?” she quickly asked, not sure she wouldn’t charge the door regardless of the answer.
“What’s wrong?” he quickly emerged wrapped in a plush white towel that fell almost to his knees, leaning on his cane for support. Those novels of Kendra’s had a lot of words to describe this, but she was focused, glistening chest hairs would not deter her.
“Fast,” she repeated the word that hounded her.
The word was demanding, not impressed, he would have frowned if not feeling so frantic, “I can be ready in a minute,” he went to turn back into the bathroom, to cut into his bedroom.
“No,” she quickly stopped him, “fast,” she repeated, her annoyance with the word, clear in her tone.
He turned back with a confused look.
“Fast,” she parroted herself, angry at him for doing this to her, making it so all she could think about were those damn four letters for a long as hell nine days.
“Max, I know you’re a woman of few words, but I’m going to need a few more than that.” He waited a second, but she didn’t speak, a momentary freezing of her vocal cords, which she blamed on the damn implications of those four letters and those glistening chest hairs. “I’m going to go get dressed before we continue this guessing game.”
He turned and the words could finally tumble out, “What the hell did you mean by you want to go fast?” Told her she was a miracle and that he wanted to go fast while looking deep into her eyes…
He stopped.
“Logan,” she curtly said his name, demanding he face her, face the question that had been looming in her head for over a week.
He turned back, his expression guarded.
“Because you know tomorrow came and went and I still-”
The distance between them disappeared faster than he should have been able to move, before she could speak another word because the moment she saw him rush towards her, she once more lost her voice.
The cane clattered to the floor, he cupped her face as he kissed her urgently, the kiss slowed in its final seconds, pressure lessoned as he prepared to pull away. “Fast,” he explained in a husky whisper as he continued to cup her face.
She smiled, “Took you long enough." She lifted back up onto her toes, her hands mirrored his and they didn’t waste another second.
“Fast”
Fast.
It was funny how one word. Four little letters had over taken her every thought.
‘I want to go fast.’
She remembered his voice as he said it, the low rumble, what it did to her could very easily be described much the same way in one of the trashy novels Kendra occasionally came home with, normally just prior to a man that didn’t look anything like the one on the cover.
Max had restrained herself though, instead she handed off the one thing she claimed to love more than anything else, including her former roommate, of which Max had informed her of many times in the form of a threat that she never bothered to conceal.
The man who had willingly admitted the most time he spent on a motorized two wheeled vehicle was in an arcade, along with riding mopeds on island vacations, and a friend’s Ducati once around the block. That man who had just fallen into her arms had been on her bike after a five minute lesson.
That extension of her soul, under his inexperienced hands. Simply to make him happy, to be the reason for his smile, an excuse to wrap her arms around his waist without pushing their friendship to a point she wasn’t sure they were supposed to go.
‘I want to go fast,’ pounded in her head and once more the damn matching clichés from the romance novels wouldn’t leave her alone.
She had straddled him on a bed, shared a soul searing kiss and now the whole ride thing; it was as if Kendra were telling the story of her life. Not to mention bodily fluids, though she imagined that would probably be termed something, like life essence.
Fast.
Fucking Amazing Sex Time.
Fantastically Astounding Soul Touching
Finally A Second Try
Forget About Systematic Torture
Forget About Sexy Techno-Guy…
Do-Gooder.
Humanitarian versus Human-taker.
She was made to kill, he was meant to save.
The world quite simply sucked.
Then those four powerful letters quickly returned. Fast.
She had been the one he said them to, not Daphne, not Valerie, not that hot girl that worked the lobby three days a week. Her. Max.
‘I want to go fast.’
Five words and she had pretty much handed over the keys to her soul.
Five words, four letters, nine days and she had pretty much lost her mind because of it. Enough was enough, Logan was a man of words and she needed one expanded.
-o-o-O-o-o-
She almost tripped over a carelessly discarded sneaker as she walked into his apartment. Even in her single minded determination to get that one word defined, she smiled, knowing what a great thrill he was getting at being able to kick off his shoes without having to make a production over the simple act, things he would never again take for granted.
Speaking of taking…
She continued on in her quest. “Logan,” she announced herself impatiently as she walked towards the kitchen.
“Bathroom,” he called back.
“You decent?” she quickly asked, not sure she wouldn’t charge the door regardless of the answer.
“What’s wrong?” he quickly emerged wrapped in a plush white towel that fell almost to his knees, leaning on his cane for support. Those novels of Kendra’s had a lot of words to describe this, but she was focused, glistening chest hairs would not deter her.
“Fast,” she repeated the word that hounded her.
The word was demanding, not impressed, he would have frowned if not feeling so frantic, “I can be ready in a minute,” he went to turn back into the bathroom, to cut into his bedroom.
“No,” she quickly stopped him, “fast,” she repeated, her annoyance with the word, clear in her tone.
He turned back with a confused look.
“Fast,” she parroted herself, angry at him for doing this to her, making it so all she could think about were those damn four letters for a long as hell nine days.
“Max, I know you’re a woman of few words, but I’m going to need a few more than that.” He waited a second, but she didn’t speak, a momentary freezing of her vocal cords, which she blamed on the damn implications of those four letters and those glistening chest hairs. “I’m going to go get dressed before we continue this guessing game.”
He turned and the words could finally tumble out, “What the hell did you mean by you want to go fast?” Told her she was a miracle and that he wanted to go fast while looking deep into her eyes…
He stopped.
“Logan,” she curtly said his name, demanding he face her, face the question that had been looming in her head for over a week.
He turned back, his expression guarded.
“Because you know tomorrow came and went and I still-”
The distance between them disappeared faster than he should have been able to move, before she could speak another word because the moment she saw him rush towards her, she once more lost her voice.
The cane clattered to the floor, he cupped her face as he kissed her urgently, the kiss slowed in its final seconds, pressure lessoned as he prepared to pull away. “Fast,” he explained in a husky whisper as he continued to cup her face.
She smiled, “Took you long enough." She lifted back up onto her toes, her hands mirrored his and they didn’t waste another second.