Sometimes you just have to bitch-slap your muse into submission!
A little one shot written for the AURLCO Nekkid 40 prompt 'Ice'. This is also dedicated to fauxcynic to make up for that eight bucks I owe her but will most likely never pay back. :-D
“This means you can never leave me now.”
Under normal circumstances, those words might have seemed possessive or controlling, but as Max gazed at the ring on her finger, her voice held nothing but wonder and awe. It was a profound thing; a piece of jewelry and a few words were all it took to insure that she would never be alone again.
“I would never leave you anyway,” he reminded her, running a light finger up her bare arm and kissing her shoulder.
“But now you can’t.” She smiled widely, her eyes still fixed on the way the moonlight made the small diamond sparkle.
Where had he even gotten it? They were trapped in a toxic waste dump, short of food and clean water and medical supplies. Only Logan would have been able to pull something like that off, would have somehow managed to call on one of his countless associates to smuggle in a ring. Only Logan would have thought it was important enough, worth the risk and the considerable expense to give her a tangible symbol.
It wasn’t large or extravagant, a small gem on a thin gold band, so common her fence probably wouldn’t touch it, but as Max continued to gaze tenderly at the way the little diamond sat on her finger, she thought it was the most stunning piece of jewelry in the world.
“We can’t tell anyone, Logan; it’s not safe yet.”
“I know,” his low voice assured her as he continued to kiss the back of her shoulder.
“And this probably isn’t even legal, what with us being felons and all now.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered into her ear, kissing along the hairline towards the back of her neck in a determined quest to lure her back down to their bed.
A pile of cushions taken off of conference room chairs and covered with a dusty blanket may have been a strange place to spend a wedding night, but for Max and Logan, it was a honeymoon made in heaven, and ever since he awoke to see Max’s silhouette, haphazardly draped with the corner of their blanket, her bare skin glowing against the moonlight while she delicately inspected her new ring, Logan wanted nothing more than to tempt her back down to the mattress to claim her all over again. He continued to kiss down her back, between her shoulder blades, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently tugged her back into their bed, turning her in his arms to tenderly kiss the front of her neck and collarbone.
“I won’t be able to wear this” she sighed, looking longingly at her ring once more. It really wasn’t safe. If anyone suspected she and Logan were married, he would become a target, and she had no doubts that the Conclave would come after her through him.
“You can wear it tonight,” he reminded her, and he continued to kiss her until she closed her eyes and dropped her hand to rest against his back. But she could still feel its weight on her finger.
“This means you can never leave me now.”
Under normal circumstances, those words might have seemed possessive or controlling, but as Max gazed at the ring on her finger, her voice held nothing but wonder and awe. It was a profound thing; a piece of jewelry and a few words were all it took to insure that she would never be alone again.
“I would never leave you anyway,” he reminded her, running a light finger up her bare arm and kissing her shoulder.
“But now you can’t.” She smiled widely, her eyes still fixed on the way the moonlight made the small diamond sparkle.
Where had he even gotten it? They were trapped in a toxic waste dump, short of food and clean water and medical supplies. Only Logan would have been able to pull something like that off, would have somehow managed to call on one of his countless associates to smuggle in a ring. Only Logan would have thought it was important enough, worth the risk and the considerable expense to give her a tangible symbol.
It wasn’t large or extravagant, a small gem on a thin gold band, so common her fence probably wouldn’t touch it, but as Max continued to gaze tenderly at the way the little diamond sat on her finger, she thought it was the most stunning piece of jewelry in the world.
“We can’t tell anyone, Logan; it’s not safe yet.”
“I know,” his low voice assured her as he continued to kiss the back of her shoulder.
“And this probably isn’t even legal, what with us being felons and all now.”
“I don’t care,” he whispered into her ear, kissing along the hairline towards the back of her neck in a determined quest to lure her back down to their bed.
A pile of cushions taken off of conference room chairs and covered with a dusty blanket may have been a strange place to spend a wedding night, but for Max and Logan, it was a honeymoon made in heaven, and ever since he awoke to see Max’s silhouette, haphazardly draped with the corner of their blanket, her bare skin glowing against the moonlight while she delicately inspected her new ring, Logan wanted nothing more than to tempt her back down to the mattress to claim her all over again. He continued to kiss down her back, between her shoulder blades, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently tugged her back into their bed, turning her in his arms to tenderly kiss the front of her neck and collarbone.
“I won’t be able to wear this” she sighed, looking longingly at her ring once more. It really wasn’t safe. If anyone suspected she and Logan were married, he would become a target, and she had no doubts that the Conclave would come after her through him.
“You can wear it tonight,” he reminded her, and he continued to kiss her until she closed her eyes and dropped her hand to rest against his back. But she could still feel its weight on her finger.