When she kissed him, she was rescuing him from himself. He breathed her in and all thoughts of Veronica and Lilly and his dead parents and his tragic past were forgotten. In fact, there was no past when she kissed him. He lived in the present for the first time since he could remember. He could scarcely think but for the fact that he felt good, this felt good, she felt good, and he never wanted to breathe anything but her. He was wanting, he was wild, and he was whole when she kissed him. It was enough to make a man stop drinking.
When he kissed her, he was possessing her. He was demanding all of her attention and all over being. All of her reservations and worries fell away with his lips on hers and his arms wrapped around her so tightly it was like he was trying to meld them together so that she'd never leave him ever again, and he was so desperate, she almost wanted that. A part of her knew that she shouldn't be doing this. He was damaged, he was vulnerable, and he needed more help than she could give him. But another part of her didn't care or maybe wanted him all the more for those reasons. He was impossible, and she'd always lived to do the impossible.
If there was one thing LA was good for, it was the fact that there were plenty of secreted alleys Logan thought had been made specifically for the purpose of horny kids unable to make it home. He took advantage of one right then, spinning her back into. She giggled, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Though she didn't seem to be protesting, he wondered if he should ask her if it was all right to have sex in an alleyway after he had tried to jump off a bridge. Of course, he didn't care because damn it, she was finally kissing him again, and what did he care about psychological trauma?
Her back was up against a wall and his hands were inside her shirt and she bit his neck when he pulled away. She thought maybe he was going to do something silly like ask her a question, and she did so hate it when men allowed themselves to be distracted by such nonsense. They weren't in much of a position for foreplay, and grief was a surprisingly potent aphrodisiac, so it didn't take very long for her to get rid of her skirt (thank God she was wearing a skirt; she'd done this in pants and found that it was less enjoyable to have her ass hanging out for anyone to walk by and see, thank you very much) and wrap her legs around his waist. He said something about coordination, but she bit him again because talking annoyed her and then she kissed him to keep him from doing it again.
He was fucking her in an alley. He was fucking his savior in an alley, and she was moaning in his ear and making liberal use of her tongue and teeth, since their position made use of her hands rather limited. Logan thought that if all people who made suicide attempts went out and fucked people in alleys directly afterwards they would be much less likely to try again. Then he thought that it was probably blasphemous to call her a savior when he was inside her and she was throwing her head back. Then he remembered that he was an atheist so it didn't really matter anyway.
Minako sometimes wished that she had the patience to keep a diary because she wanted her ancestors to one day find her diary and find out about the day that she had had the best sex of her life in an alley with Logan Echolls. Her nails were digging into his back and they were both trying not to be too loud, but she'd never been a quiet lover. She shouted loud enough to wake rouse someone upstairs and she was instructed to keep it down so Logan kissed her, pretending that he wasn't having considerable trouble himself, though he was a quiet lover. When she finally started coming down, she remembered that he hadn't been able to stand a few minutes ago, and she would have been surprised if she hadn't already known the lengths men would go to for sex.
