Toucher, Palper, Tenir

This story was inspired by a reader who commented that much of Max/Logan fic is about how Logan moves...

When he closed his eyes, he could still feel the warmth of her skin under his hands as he ran them down her back, moving all over her. When he closed his eyes there was no virus, no fear of death, no separation.

She stood in front of him, her skin glistening.

"I'm hot," she said, slowly pulling down the zipper on her cat suit, revealing her creamy white skin. She slipped a hand up and let her hair loose. It fell down, covering her shoulders, not quite touching her breasts.

Pushing the suit down further, she pulled her legs from its grasp. She now stood in front of him, stark naked.

Max might have been a genetically enhanced specimen, but when they'd made her, they'd broken the model.

"I need a bath," she stated, then turned and headed for the bathroom. He waited for a moment, and then followed, not sure if it was a statement or an invitation.

The tub was filling quickly when he came into the bathroom. Max was sitting on the edge, trailing her fingers through the water. She reached for a bottle of bath gel, pouring it under the running water. Steam rose from the hot water and her hair began to curl slightly at the ends.

As the tub filled with water and bubbles, she slid down into the water, sighing as the water covered her. She moved her hands down along her legs, moaning slightly as she eased back against the tub.

Her hand slipped from underneath the water to grab a razor on the edge of the tub. He watched silently as she spread the cream up and then down her leg. Her toes rested lightly on the faucet as she reached down and slowly pulled the razor toward her, skimming it along her skin. He leaned forward slightly as her hand moved again and again with regular and precise strokes, until her skin was smooth and glistening.

She set the razor aside and slipped under the water, reappearing with her hair wet and slicked back. As he watched, she reached for the shampoo bottle then flipped it open and tipped it to pour it in her hand. She poured a bit in her hand, then a small bit more. She leaned back in the bath lathering the soap slightly and then moved her hands through her sleek, wet hair. He watched as she massaged the shampoo into her scalp, a small smile crossing her face. By the time she'd finished washing her hair, he felt a small warmth pass over him. She was relaxed completely and he was ready for more. She again disappeared under the water, rinsing the soap away.

He moved away then, pulling a thick white towel from the shelf in the corner of the bathroom and holding it out for her as she stood up, emerging from the now cooling water. She stood on the mat in front of him, the water sliding down her perfect body, off her shoulders, her breasts, down her abdomen onto her thighs, knees...ankles. He was nearly undone at the sight of it.

She took the towel from him, tousled her hair lightly, and then wrapped it around her. She turned to leave the room, then stopped and gestured to him. He followed her into the bedroom. It appeared her show was not over.

She lay down on the bed. He thought about joining her but decided to continue watching, to let her control this. He moved to the side of the bed, near enough to touch, but not reaching for her.

Her eyes closed as she trailed her fingers down the side of her breasts. Her right hand crossed to lightly touch her left arm, then moved to the outer edge of her breast. Her touch was light as she moved her hands up and down; circling the nipple, then moving away, down her abdomen, then back up again.

She repeated the gestures with her left hand, her nipples now erect. Her fingers moved up to her neck, tickling lightly with her touch. There was a slight smile on her face. She trailed her hand past her neck to her ears and then across her face.

She sighed and smiled at him, and then slipped her right hand between her legs, fingers pressed tight against her mound. She moved her hand back and forth, her fingers touching her core, pressing against her clit.

He watched as her back arched slightly, her skin flushed, her breaths came quicker. It almost appeared as if she were not breathing at times. Her excitement grew as she moaned, first quietly and then louder.

He knew that she would climax soon. He recognized her gasp, the tone of it, and the look on her face.

She fell quiet, pulling her hand up and touching it to her lips. She licked her juices and then turned on her side, reaching her hand to him.

He wanted to take it, but he didn't want this to end. He wanted to watch her forever. He wanted to touch every inch of her.

He reached for her, ready to make Max his own. But it was not possible.

She was gone.

FIN

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