Title: Knock Knock NC-17

Author: Zanna

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone…I don’t make any money off anyone…you get the picture.

Rating: NC-17

A/N: I guess you could call this a side effect of the Cape Haven M/L ghost story fic challenge. This more risqué version was simmering alongside the tamer version, and I had to try to get it out, just to see if I could do it. However, due to ff.net’s present ban on NC17 rated material, my own webpage is probably the only place I’m ever going to post it. This is my first attempt at writing NC17 and I only hope that I managed to do the genre justice.

Acknowledgements: Many thanks to Rachel Wilder for doing the beta on this. It was very kind of her to take this ‘virgin’ under her wing, and her input has resulted in what I believe to be a much better narrative. And I would also like to thank my husband for being my…um…inspiration.

*WARNING* This story contains explicit sex and is not suitable for those under the age of 18. If you are under 18, or if explicit sexuality bothers you, I strongly recommend that you stop reading this now. I will not be held responsible if you are underage and choose to continue, but I’d rather not get any irate emails from your parents all the same. And to the parents of any underage people who might read this, why aren’t you monitoring what your kids are reading on the Internet? It’s not my responsibility to baby-sit your kids for you.

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Logan looked up from his computer. Who could it be at this hour? He wasn’t expecting anyone at this time of night. Sighing, he heaved himself out of his chair and made his way to the door.

When he opened it, he found Max standing in the hallway. She looked different. She was wearing her usual skin-tight jeans, but her top had a daring neckline that plunged nearly to her navel. Seeing her standing there made his heart race, but he remembered what she had said to him the last time she was here, and managed to make his voice neutral.

"What are you doing here, Max? I thought you said it was over between us."

A small smile curved the corners of her mouth. "I know, but there’s something I need to tell you. Can I come in?"

He shrugged diffidently. "Yeah…sure…c’mon in."

They walked down the hallway into his living room. "There’s some cold chicken in the fridge, if you’re hungry."

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "No, thanks…not hungry."

He sat down on the armrest of his couch. "So what is it that you want to tell me?"

She walked over to the window and looked out for a moment. "What if I told you that I found a cure for the virus? A permanent one."

For a moment, he sat there gaping at her, but then he quickly recovered his composure. "So what if you have? We’re not together anymore. You’re with Alec now."

She walked towards him and chuckled. "There’s nothing between me and Alec, there never was."

"You lied to me?"

"I didn’t lie to you. I just didn’t tell you the truth." For the first time that night, she looked unsettled, unsure of herself. "I’m sorry. I thought it was the only way to keep you safe from the virus…from me. But that’s over now. The virus is gone."

Logan sighed. "Even if it is, it’s not that simple anymore, Max. Besides, how do you know it’s for real this time? We got our hopes up the last time and it was all for nothing."

Suddenly, her hand shot out and she grabbed him by the wrist. "Jesus, Max! What do you think you’re doing?"

He tried to pull away from her, but she leaned into him. "It’s real, Logan. Trust me."

He sat still for several long minutes, waiting to collapse and break out into sores, waiting for the sky to fall on them. But nothing happened.

He started to laugh. "I don’t believe it."

She reached up and pulled him into a kiss. "Believe it," she breathed into his mouth.

"How…" but she put a finger on his lips.

"Shhhhh…it doesn’t matter."

She kissed him again, deeper this time. It was as if she was trying to suck his tongue right out of his mouth. He finally pulled away, gasping.

"Max," he rasped, "you said once that…you didn’t want to blow this…on a quickie. Maybe…maybe we should slow down."

She gathered fistfuls of his shirt in her hands and, with a quick jerk, tore it open. Buttons clattered on the floor around them. "I don’t wanna go slow. I wanna go fast."

She pushed him until he fell onto the cushions of his couch. For a moment, she just stood there next to the couch, looking down at him. Then she unzipped her jeans and slowly slipped them down her legs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them.

He watched as she crawled over him and straddled his hips, and then moaned as she ground her hips against his. Sitting up, he shrugged out of what was left of his shirt and flung it aside. His arms came around her as he pulled her into a kiss. He felt her mouth open for him and within moments, their tongues were thrusting in deep as they moaned into each other. He reached up and hooked his fingers along the neckline of her top, pulling it down past her shoulders, her breasts, her arms, until it loosely circled her waist. She reached down and quickly tore it apart, letting it drop to the floor.

"We’re not going to have any clothes left, if you keep that up, Max," he teased her.

"Shut up and fuck me, Logan."

He looked into her eyes and saw something there that made him uneasy. This didn’t sound like her at all. But then she brought her hand down and began rubbing him through his pants, and he became too aroused to care.

His hands came up behind her back as he kissed her neck, her collarbone, her chest. For a moment, he rested his head between her breasts, breathing in her scent. Then he turned to one of her nipples and gently took it into his mouth. He could feel it hardening as he rolled it on his tongue like a piece of candy. Her head fell back and she sighed as she arched her back and pressed her chest against him. One of his hands came around as he traced his fingers along her ribcage, and then a small sound escaped her throat as he slid them down between her legs. She was already so wet that his hand was immediately awash with her fluids. He felt her shiver as he traced his fingers along her folds, lightly caressing her clitoris, and then she gasped as his fingers slipped inside. He thrust them deeper and deeper inside her until she cried out.

Her hands came up and he was suddenly pushed roughly back against the cushions. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue down his chest. When she reached his navel, she dipped her tongue inside and felt him shudder against her mouth. He felt her hand press against the front of his pants, stroking him through the cloth, and he became even harder than he already was. When she finally unfastened the button of his pants and slowly pulled the zipper down, the tension was almost unbearable.

"I thought you wanted to go fast, Max," he gritted through his teeth.

"You want fast? I’ll give you fast."

And with one quick movement, she pulled his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Leaning forward again, she hovered for a moment over his erection. Then she cradled it in her hand as she ran her tongue up the underside in one hot, wet line, before taking it in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. He was so hard by then that it was a pleasure that almost bordered on pain. Grasping him with her hand, she shifted her hips forward and kneeled poised above him, as she placed the tip of his shaft at her opening.

"Max, please," he whispered hoarsely. He could feel her wetness dripping down the sides of his penis.

"How long have you wanted me, Logan?"

"Since we first met," he gasped.

"Thought so," she sighed, as she sank down on top of him.

For a moment, she sat still, feeling him inside her. Then, ever so slowly, she began to rock back and forth against him, sliding herself up and down his shaft. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and again took one of her nipples into his mouth. This time he sucked on it, grazing it with his teeth. She moaned as she ground herself against him more urgently. They began to move together, his hips rising up to thrust himself inside her as she pressed herself down against him. The momentum increased as she began pounding his hips with her pelvis. The room echoed with the sound of flesh slamming against flesh. It was as if she were trying to meld their skin together by sheer force of impact. She brought herself down on him harder and harder, as he bucked up to meet her, until she threw her head back and screamed. He could feel her becoming impossibly tight as she spasmed around him, squeezing him. And then with one final thrust upward, his eyes rolled back as he exploded inside of her. They convulsed as the orgasm washed over them in waves, until she finally collapsed on top of him, both of them drenched in sweat.

For several minutes, they were too drained to move. Then he brought his arms up and held her close. When he felt her kissing his chest, he chuckled and said, "You’re going to have to give me a few minutes, Max." But then his eyes closed and he sighed as she began to nuzzle his neck.

Suddenly, he felt something sharp breaking his skin. He opened his eyes, startled. "What the…"

Max lifted her head and looked at him, a smile on her lips. A small smear of his blood stained the corner of her mouth. Her smile widened and, for the first time, he noticed how long and sharp her canines were.

"Max?"

His back arched as she lunged back down and sank her teeth into his neck.

"MAX!"

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Asha sighed and lifted her head off the edge of the tub. "Damn. Who can that be now? Maybe if I pretend I’m not here, they’ll go away."

She was about to settle her head back down against the tub when the knocking came again, louder this time. "All right, all right, I’m coming."

Grumbling, she quickly dried herself with a towel and pulled on a robe. When she opened the door, she found Logan standing at the threshold. He looked different. He was wearing a pair of very form-fitting jeans, and his silk, button-down shirt was open at the throat.

"Logan?" she asked, "What are you doing here? I thought we weren’t going to discuss the latest mission with the S1W until tomorrow."

"I know, but there’s something I wanted to tell you and it couldn’t wait."

She sighed. "All right, but this better be good. You got me out of the bath."

A small smile curved the corners of his mouth. "It is. Can I come in?"