Two Week Stay-cation // (Logan, Veronica) NC-17
Title: Two Week Stay-cation -+- Chapter Five of --?--
Author:
cloud_forest
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 4,603
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smut, ahoy! For serious.
Summary: Set pre-series, at the end of the school year before Lilly dies. Keith and Lianne go on vacation, and decide to have Veronica stay at Logan's while they're gone. During her stay with the Echolls, Veronica and Logan start to... notice each other.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Stupid copyright. :P
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{ Week Two || Day Four ~ Monday }
Logan walked into his room, tossed his backpack aside and flopped down onto his bed, legs hanging over the end. One more day of school extinguished meant he was that much closer to summer vacation. Sixty days of parties, surfing, and lying in the sun. There were still countless assignments and the excruciating hell of exams until then, but at least he was rounding that last bend on the road to freedom.
This afternoon, he decided he was going to boycott homework. It was too nice outside to spend it fused to a chair. He’d give Sean a call later and see if he was busy. Maybe they could go surfing, or to the arcade… or both. Anything that involved the outdoors at some point.
“Hi Logan,” said a voice from the doorway, interrupting his scheming.
“Hey Veronica,” he responded without looking over. “What’s up?”
“I’m bored.” Her statement was doused with a few drops of poutiness.
“Yeah, that’s pretty normal for a Tuesday. Give Lilly a call. I’m sure her Highness can come up with something for you to do.”
“Don’t want to. Lilly’s mean.”
He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “Yeah, you’re just figuring that out n-” In that second he turned to look at her, and the picture before him paralyzed his vocal cords.
Veronica was lounging in his bedroom doorway, hips jutting away from the frame and covered in a white scrap of material that could barely qualify as a skirt. Wrangling her breasts into an attentive stance was a navy blue bra accented by messy teal swirls. It was all she wore on her upper half. One arm was thrown over her head, stretching her body out along the frame, fingers swimming through her vanilla waves of hair. The other was bent at her side, digits skating back and forth across a golden rink of flesh.
Logan sat up. “Veronica,” he said past a creaky throat and dry lips. “What are you doing dressed like that?”
“I was hoping you might be able to find something for us to do. Together.” He wasn’t sure if that was her way of avoiding his question, or answering it. Though her voice was gentle, it was charged with the same confidence he could see gleaming in her sapphire gaze. Which only added to his confusion.
Pushing off from the doorframe, she began moving toward him like a jaguar stalking her prey. Determined to strike upon her target but patient in her approach. Unfaltering. Each step placed with careful accuracy, toes oozing into the carpet. Her hips swung back and forth like a hypnotist’s charm, pulling him into their spell, and he couldn’t help imagining what they would look like from behind.
Despite his calm exterior, there was already a storm of chaos thundering in the walls of his cranium. Too many voices were screaming for his attention, trying to take control. Give him instructions on how to handle this situation. Because there was definitely a situation here. One that was no doubt on the verge of being upgraded to a predicament.
One voice told him that he was over-reacting. That he needed to just calm down and wait for her to elaborate on her intentions. Then he could start thinking about how to respond. Maybe she was just doing laundry… hence the odd attire. And the boredom. Laundry was boring, right?
Another had already added up this simple equation. Saw what little she was wearing, the way she was moving, and knew exactly what she wanted. Excited by the prospect, it was already making the necessary arrangements. Shunting blood toward his pelvis, alerting every nerve cell in his body that it should prepare for stimulation.
There was a third voice that had come to the same conclusion as the second, but wasn’t nearly as thrilled. This is wrong, it ground through a set of clenched teeth. Something here doesn’t make sense. The Veronica you know doesn’t act like this. It was attempting to commandeer the muscles in his legs and force him to escape before he did something that would get him slapped.
Neither facet of his persona seemed able to gain the upper hand though. So he just sat there, watching as she continued to close the distance between them.
Reaching the foot of the bed, Veronica slipped into the canyon between his thighs, the apparition of a grin appearing on her mouth and dissolving in the same instant. “Of course, I know it’ll be…” Her eyes focused on his fly. “Hard for us to think of something.”
Logan felt his cock twitch when she locked her sugary blue eyes on it, which was definitely a new experience for him. Never before had Veronica Mars managed to make him do… that. He glanced up at her, still trying to understand what was going on. When had she morphed from the cute little bunny rabbit of a girl he knew to this barely-clothed, seductive lioness?
With less than a foot of air between them now, all he could smell was her cloak of fruity perfume. Goosebumps had appeared where the air conditioning was licking her flesh, and he was close enough to count them. He had a sudden, intense desire to feel those fingernails of hers- the ones with the chipped, cotton candy nail polish -raking down his back. To get lost in the hollow between her breasts, drown himself in the taste of her and not care if he ever came up for oxygen. He kept his hands still though. Didn’t move them from their posts at his knees. There was still a chance that he’d misdiagnosed this whole scene, he told himself. Best to let her make the first move, if there were any moves to be made.
It didn’t take long. Turning around, Veronica waited until Logan’s gaze met hers in the mirror suspended on the wall before them, then continued the thought she’d begun a few long seconds ago. “Especially since I’m…” She bent down to press her ass into the emerging bulge in his pants, and began to stir her hips around. “So…” she slowed down but pressed harder as she spoke. Then she sped up again, letting her words hang in the air.
A shudder ran through him as she wiggled against his cock. Electricity rattled up his torso and smashed into his brain, setting off an explosion of colourful pleasure. It felt like all the bones had been sucked from his body. Logan gulped and let his head fall back. Sense of balance suddenly lost, he caught himself with his hands as his body threatened to crash down to the bed. His abs tightened as a few jagged breaths cycled through him.
What is she doing?
Slowing her hips once more, she looked over her shoulder at him, her breathing also coming in quick bursts. “Innocent,” she finally finished in a half-whisper. Didn’t stop moving though.
Deep in his gut, a brush fire roared to life, ignited by the quiet, rough hunger in her voice. Fuelled by the three short syllables she’d used. Spoken like they were a dare. He wanted to reach out for her, but was prevented by that stupid little voice yelling in the back of his head that this was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. That, and he was still using his upper limbs for support.
But… oh, God, did she know what she was doing to him?
By now his erection was throbbing against the fly of his pants, nerves sending powerful jolts to his brain each time she rubbed or pressed or slid against him. Tortured groans were mixed in with his labored breathing.
“Logan…” She followed his name with a soft, almost strained moan. Their eyes found each other in the mirror again. “Touch me.”
She was asking without begging. Instructing without demanding. It broke him. Forced the logical half of his mind to surrender to its carnal counterpart.
Lunging forward, he grabbed her arms and yanked her down into his lap. Delighting in the feel of her pressed firmly against him, he couldn’t help thrusting against her just once; needing that split second of release. His reward was an excited little whimper as he dragged his teeth up her shoulder blade, moaning into her skin. Burying his face in her hair, he then reached around and dragged his fingers from the lower curve of her breasts down to the line of her skirt. Without a second of hesitation, he plunged one hand into her supple heat while the other cupped her breast and squeezed.
Veronica groaned and melted against him, head tipping onto his shoulder. Her legs spread open as he began to slide his fingers up and down her wet, pink lips. Each time he reached their crest, he paused to flick his thumb across the hard little button he found there. She gasped and bucked against him, fingernails digging trenches into his thighs where she was gripping him like he was a safety rail on the edge of a cliff.
“Logan…”
“God, Veronica…” He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, tongue painting a wet streak from the bony platform up to her ear.
She had enough strength in her to reach up and release the clasp on the front of her bra. Helping her shrug out of it, he gazed into the mirror as it revealed two firm, milky mounds. A crimson saucer floated at the center of each, tracing an imaginary line in the air with each heaving breath she took.
Drinking in a mere reflection wasn’t enough though. Painful as it was, he managed to extract his hands from her heat and reposition them around her ribcage. Lifting her up, he tossed her back on the bed, head landing just a few inches from the line of pillows.
Veronica giggled and leveled him with a playful glare. “I said you could touch me, Logan. Not man-handle me.”
“It’s more fun when they’re the same thing,” he informed her as he shucked his t-shirt and tossed it across the room. He didn’t see where it landed and didn’t really care. A second later he was hovering over her, hands rooted to the mattress beside her head.
Sinking down, he swept the tip of his tongue across her nipple, getting a good taste of the bud at its apex. Closing his lips around the border of her areola, he flattened his tongue and shimmied it over the rosy disc, feeling it harden beneath his touch.
“Oh…” She vibrated beneath him, fingers tangling in his hair.
He then migrated to its twin on the left, lips brushing the fleshy landscape in between with the weightless caress of a ghost. Repeating the process of lick, taste, shimmy, he finished by scraping his teeth across the tiny mass, following it with an open-mouthed kiss.
Veronica’s legs came up to cinch around his hips, tugging him down. Accepting the invitation, he clamped a firm hand over her buttock and thrust against her. Both of them cried out, his own strangled yell a response to the dual sensation of slamming into her and the scrape of his cock against the interior of his pants.
“More…” she panted, restless hands exploring the expanse of his bare chest. “I need… more.”
Grinning against her flesh, he trailed his free hand down to the upper edge of her skirt and ducked under the snowy border for a second time. He heard her breath catch as his fingers slid along the slit that separated her pouting lips, bathing in the juices that coated them. Finding her entrance, he hovered at its edge. Waiting.
Once she relaxed enough to start breathing again, he plunged his middle two fingers deep inside her, scorched by the tight, wet heat that engulfed him. Veronica gasped and gripped his forearm. Curling his fingers against her inner walls, he attacked her swollen clit with his thumb as he started pumping in and out. A throaty moan ricocheted out of her as she arched off the bed, eyes squeezed shut.
“Holy sh-” Before she could finish, he sealed his lips over hers, diving into her mouth with his tongue and sweeping it back and forth. Her curse dissolved into a groan that echoed through his lungs. Dizzy arms swung through the air toward him, her fingertips finding the back of his neck and massaging the tight tracts of muscle they found there.
When she unlocked their mouths seconds later, turning sideways to gulp for oxygen, he continued to pepper her face with affection. Nibbling at her bottom lip, pressing kisses against her forehead, her eyes, her nose. Tracing the line of her jaw with his tongue and then nipping at her ear lobe.
Continuing to work the pleasure points of her pussy inside and out, pushing her farther and farther up the mountain, he watched as her bodily rhythms began to synchronize with his. The tempo of her breathing paralleled that of his fingers, interrupted every now and then by an excited moan. She was following him with her hips, sometimes swirling them or pressing harder to find a new angle that tickled her from her toes to her scalp.
Logan didn’t want her to get used to it though. He was preparing to surprise her, getting ready to sink a third finger into her depths, when her eyes flew open. Pressing both hands against his shoulders, she shoved with what strength she still possessed. Allowing himself to be thrown, he landed on his side to the left of her, mind trying to catch up with his body, scrambling to figure out what had just happened.
Oh, shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! It cried out in panic. Had he hurt her? Had he gone too far too fast? Taken her to a place she wasn’t ready to go yet?
Would she believe him when he told her he hadn’t meant to breach her boundaries? That anything he’d done wrong had been an accident…
Before he could form a question though, she was on top of him. Legs straddling his thighs, her hands were splayed across his abdomen.
“Veronica?” he croaked as she shifted her focus to his pants. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I got to have some fun,” she said in a voice that was equal parts matter-of-fact and gravelly seduction. By now she’d unzipped him, and was pulling down his boxers. His erection sprung out of its prison, and she seemed rather excited to see it. “Now it’s your turn.” With a coy smile, she pursed her lips into a delicate ‘o’ and blew on the glistening tip.
A shiver rumbled through him as the chill ran down his shaft, and he swallowed back the lump in his throat so he’d be able to speak. “Fuck, Veronica.”
She looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow. “That’s the idea.”
Her lips descended on him, and Logan lost all sense of reality. “Oh my…” he yelled out, fisting his hands in her hair and throwing his head back as his eyelids fell shut.
When he opened them a moment later though, she was gone.
Everything… was gone. His bedroom was silent except for the sound of his gasping lungs. Drapes closed, lights snuffed out, all he could see were the shimmering green digits of his alarm clock. 7:09 a.m., it informed him.
Wait.
…A dream?
It was… All of that… had been a dream?
Eyes adjusting to the lack of illumination, he looked down to see that his cock was straining against the membrane of his boxers.
“Holy shit,” he muttered in an echo of Dream Veronica’s earlier sentiment. Knocking a closed fist against his forehead, he thought for a second time about what had just happened, amazed that he could be so confused when he’d only been conscious for about twenty seconds.
From the looks of things, he’d had what was perhaps one of the most lucid sex dreams of his life. About Veronica. Cute, innocent little Veronica Mars. Then he’d woken up with a hard-on that threatened to split the foremost seam of the shorts holding it in place.
“Holy. Shit,” he repeated to himself.
Definitely an interesting way to start the morning, he had to admit. A little unsettling, and monumentally mystifying… but interesting.
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[ ...apparently this chapter is too large for one post. Odd, since it's smaller in word count than things I've posted before. LJ is a fickle mistress, I tell you. Anyhoo, Follow me to the Conclusion of Chapter Five. Pretty please? ;) ]
Author:
cloud_forest
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 4,603
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Smut, ahoy! For serious.
Summary: Set pre-series, at the end of the school year before Lilly dies. Keith and Lianne go on vacation, and decide to have Veronica stay at Logan's while they're gone. During her stay with the Echolls, Veronica and Logan start to... notice each other.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Stupid copyright. :P
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{ Week Two || Day Four ~ Monday }
Logan walked into his room, tossed his backpack aside and flopped down onto his bed, legs hanging over the end. One more day of school extinguished meant he was that much closer to summer vacation. Sixty days of parties, surfing, and lying in the sun. There were still countless assignments and the excruciating hell of exams until then, but at least he was rounding that last bend on the road to freedom.
This afternoon, he decided he was going to boycott homework. It was too nice outside to spend it fused to a chair. He’d give Sean a call later and see if he was busy. Maybe they could go surfing, or to the arcade… or both. Anything that involved the outdoors at some point.
“Hi Logan,” said a voice from the doorway, interrupting his scheming.
“Hey Veronica,” he responded without looking over. “What’s up?”
“I’m bored.” Her statement was doused with a few drops of poutiness.
“Yeah, that’s pretty normal for a Tuesday. Give Lilly a call. I’m sure her Highness can come up with something for you to do.”
“Don’t want to. Lilly’s mean.”
He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. “Yeah, you’re just figuring that out n-” In that second he turned to look at her, and the picture before him paralyzed his vocal cords.
Veronica was lounging in his bedroom doorway, hips jutting away from the frame and covered in a white scrap of material that could barely qualify as a skirt. Wrangling her breasts into an attentive stance was a navy blue bra accented by messy teal swirls. It was all she wore on her upper half. One arm was thrown over her head, stretching her body out along the frame, fingers swimming through her vanilla waves of hair. The other was bent at her side, digits skating back and forth across a golden rink of flesh.
Logan sat up. “Veronica,” he said past a creaky throat and dry lips. “What are you doing dressed like that?”
“I was hoping you might be able to find something for us to do. Together.” He wasn’t sure if that was her way of avoiding his question, or answering it. Though her voice was gentle, it was charged with the same confidence he could see gleaming in her sapphire gaze. Which only added to his confusion.
Pushing off from the doorframe, she began moving toward him like a jaguar stalking her prey. Determined to strike upon her target but patient in her approach. Unfaltering. Each step placed with careful accuracy, toes oozing into the carpet. Her hips swung back and forth like a hypnotist’s charm, pulling him into their spell, and he couldn’t help imagining what they would look like from behind.
Despite his calm exterior, there was already a storm of chaos thundering in the walls of his cranium. Too many voices were screaming for his attention, trying to take control. Give him instructions on how to handle this situation. Because there was definitely a situation here. One that was no doubt on the verge of being upgraded to a predicament.
One voice told him that he was over-reacting. That he needed to just calm down and wait for her to elaborate on her intentions. Then he could start thinking about how to respond. Maybe she was just doing laundry… hence the odd attire. And the boredom. Laundry was boring, right?
Another had already added up this simple equation. Saw what little she was wearing, the way she was moving, and knew exactly what she wanted. Excited by the prospect, it was already making the necessary arrangements. Shunting blood toward his pelvis, alerting every nerve cell in his body that it should prepare for stimulation.
There was a third voice that had come to the same conclusion as the second, but wasn’t nearly as thrilled. This is wrong, it ground through a set of clenched teeth. Something here doesn’t make sense. The Veronica you know doesn’t act like this. It was attempting to commandeer the muscles in his legs and force him to escape before he did something that would get him slapped.
Neither facet of his persona seemed able to gain the upper hand though. So he just sat there, watching as she continued to close the distance between them.
Reaching the foot of the bed, Veronica slipped into the canyon between his thighs, the apparition of a grin appearing on her mouth and dissolving in the same instant. “Of course, I know it’ll be…” Her eyes focused on his fly. “Hard for us to think of something.”
Logan felt his cock twitch when she locked her sugary blue eyes on it, which was definitely a new experience for him. Never before had Veronica Mars managed to make him do… that. He glanced up at her, still trying to understand what was going on. When had she morphed from the cute little bunny rabbit of a girl he knew to this barely-clothed, seductive lioness?
With less than a foot of air between them now, all he could smell was her cloak of fruity perfume. Goosebumps had appeared where the air conditioning was licking her flesh, and he was close enough to count them. He had a sudden, intense desire to feel those fingernails of hers- the ones with the chipped, cotton candy nail polish -raking down his back. To get lost in the hollow between her breasts, drown himself in the taste of her and not care if he ever came up for oxygen. He kept his hands still though. Didn’t move them from their posts at his knees. There was still a chance that he’d misdiagnosed this whole scene, he told himself. Best to let her make the first move, if there were any moves to be made.
It didn’t take long. Turning around, Veronica waited until Logan’s gaze met hers in the mirror suspended on the wall before them, then continued the thought she’d begun a few long seconds ago. “Especially since I’m…” She bent down to press her ass into the emerging bulge in his pants, and began to stir her hips around. “So…” she slowed down but pressed harder as she spoke. Then she sped up again, letting her words hang in the air.
A shudder ran through him as she wiggled against his cock. Electricity rattled up his torso and smashed into his brain, setting off an explosion of colourful pleasure. It felt like all the bones had been sucked from his body. Logan gulped and let his head fall back. Sense of balance suddenly lost, he caught himself with his hands as his body threatened to crash down to the bed. His abs tightened as a few jagged breaths cycled through him.
What is she doing?
Slowing her hips once more, she looked over her shoulder at him, her breathing also coming in quick bursts. “Innocent,” she finally finished in a half-whisper. Didn’t stop moving though.
Deep in his gut, a brush fire roared to life, ignited by the quiet, rough hunger in her voice. Fuelled by the three short syllables she’d used. Spoken like they were a dare. He wanted to reach out for her, but was prevented by that stupid little voice yelling in the back of his head that this was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. That, and he was still using his upper limbs for support.
But… oh, God, did she know what she was doing to him?
By now his erection was throbbing against the fly of his pants, nerves sending powerful jolts to his brain each time she rubbed or pressed or slid against him. Tortured groans were mixed in with his labored breathing.
“Logan…” She followed his name with a soft, almost strained moan. Their eyes found each other in the mirror again. “Touch me.”
She was asking without begging. Instructing without demanding. It broke him. Forced the logical half of his mind to surrender to its carnal counterpart.
Lunging forward, he grabbed her arms and yanked her down into his lap. Delighting in the feel of her pressed firmly against him, he couldn’t help thrusting against her just once; needing that split second of release. His reward was an excited little whimper as he dragged his teeth up her shoulder blade, moaning into her skin. Burying his face in her hair, he then reached around and dragged his fingers from the lower curve of her breasts down to the line of her skirt. Without a second of hesitation, he plunged one hand into her supple heat while the other cupped her breast and squeezed.
Veronica groaned and melted against him, head tipping onto his shoulder. Her legs spread open as he began to slide his fingers up and down her wet, pink lips. Each time he reached their crest, he paused to flick his thumb across the hard little button he found there. She gasped and bucked against him, fingernails digging trenches into his thighs where she was gripping him like he was a safety rail on the edge of a cliff.
“Logan…”
“God, Veronica…” He lowered his mouth to her shoulder, tongue painting a wet streak from the bony platform up to her ear.
She had enough strength in her to reach up and release the clasp on the front of her bra. Helping her shrug out of it, he gazed into the mirror as it revealed two firm, milky mounds. A crimson saucer floated at the center of each, tracing an imaginary line in the air with each heaving breath she took.
Drinking in a mere reflection wasn’t enough though. Painful as it was, he managed to extract his hands from her heat and reposition them around her ribcage. Lifting her up, he tossed her back on the bed, head landing just a few inches from the line of pillows.
Veronica giggled and leveled him with a playful glare. “I said you could touch me, Logan. Not man-handle me.”
“It’s more fun when they’re the same thing,” he informed her as he shucked his t-shirt and tossed it across the room. He didn’t see where it landed and didn’t really care. A second later he was hovering over her, hands rooted to the mattress beside her head.
Sinking down, he swept the tip of his tongue across her nipple, getting a good taste of the bud at its apex. Closing his lips around the border of her areola, he flattened his tongue and shimmied it over the rosy disc, feeling it harden beneath his touch.
“Oh…” She vibrated beneath him, fingers tangling in his hair.
He then migrated to its twin on the left, lips brushing the fleshy landscape in between with the weightless caress of a ghost. Repeating the process of lick, taste, shimmy, he finished by scraping his teeth across the tiny mass, following it with an open-mouthed kiss.
Veronica’s legs came up to cinch around his hips, tugging him down. Accepting the invitation, he clamped a firm hand over her buttock and thrust against her. Both of them cried out, his own strangled yell a response to the dual sensation of slamming into her and the scrape of his cock against the interior of his pants.
“More…” she panted, restless hands exploring the expanse of his bare chest. “I need… more.”
Grinning against her flesh, he trailed his free hand down to the upper edge of her skirt and ducked under the snowy border for a second time. He heard her breath catch as his fingers slid along the slit that separated her pouting lips, bathing in the juices that coated them. Finding her entrance, he hovered at its edge. Waiting.
Once she relaxed enough to start breathing again, he plunged his middle two fingers deep inside her, scorched by the tight, wet heat that engulfed him. Veronica gasped and gripped his forearm. Curling his fingers against her inner walls, he attacked her swollen clit with his thumb as he started pumping in and out. A throaty moan ricocheted out of her as she arched off the bed, eyes squeezed shut.
“Holy sh-” Before she could finish, he sealed his lips over hers, diving into her mouth with his tongue and sweeping it back and forth. Her curse dissolved into a groan that echoed through his lungs. Dizzy arms swung through the air toward him, her fingertips finding the back of his neck and massaging the tight tracts of muscle they found there.
When she unlocked their mouths seconds later, turning sideways to gulp for oxygen, he continued to pepper her face with affection. Nibbling at her bottom lip, pressing kisses against her forehead, her eyes, her nose. Tracing the line of her jaw with his tongue and then nipping at her ear lobe.
Continuing to work the pleasure points of her pussy inside and out, pushing her farther and farther up the mountain, he watched as her bodily rhythms began to synchronize with his. The tempo of her breathing paralleled that of his fingers, interrupted every now and then by an excited moan. She was following him with her hips, sometimes swirling them or pressing harder to find a new angle that tickled her from her toes to her scalp.
Logan didn’t want her to get used to it though. He was preparing to surprise her, getting ready to sink a third finger into her depths, when her eyes flew open. Pressing both hands against his shoulders, she shoved with what strength she still possessed. Allowing himself to be thrown, he landed on his side to the left of her, mind trying to catch up with his body, scrambling to figure out what had just happened.
Oh, shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! It cried out in panic. Had he hurt her? Had he gone too far too fast? Taken her to a place she wasn’t ready to go yet?
Would she believe him when he told her he hadn’t meant to breach her boundaries? That anything he’d done wrong had been an accident…
Before he could form a question though, she was on top of him. Legs straddling his thighs, her hands were splayed across his abdomen.
“Veronica?” he croaked as she shifted her focus to his pants. “What are you doing?”
“Well, I got to have some fun,” she said in a voice that was equal parts matter-of-fact and gravelly seduction. By now she’d unzipped him, and was pulling down his boxers. His erection sprung out of its prison, and she seemed rather excited to see it. “Now it’s your turn.” With a coy smile, she pursed her lips into a delicate ‘o’ and blew on the glistening tip.
A shiver rumbled through him as the chill ran down his shaft, and he swallowed back the lump in his throat so he’d be able to speak. “Fuck, Veronica.”
She looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow. “That’s the idea.”
Her lips descended on him, and Logan lost all sense of reality. “Oh my…” he yelled out, fisting his hands in her hair and throwing his head back as his eyelids fell shut.
When he opened them a moment later though, she was gone.
Everything… was gone. His bedroom was silent except for the sound of his gasping lungs. Drapes closed, lights snuffed out, all he could see were the shimmering green digits of his alarm clock. 7:09 a.m., it informed him.
Wait.
…A dream?
It was… All of that… had been a dream?
Eyes adjusting to the lack of illumination, he looked down to see that his cock was straining against the membrane of his boxers.
“Holy shit,” he muttered in an echo of Dream Veronica’s earlier sentiment. Knocking a closed fist against his forehead, he thought for a second time about what had just happened, amazed that he could be so confused when he’d only been conscious for about twenty seconds.
From the looks of things, he’d had what was perhaps one of the most lucid sex dreams of his life. About Veronica. Cute, innocent little Veronica Mars. Then he’d woken up with a hard-on that threatened to split the foremost seam of the shorts holding it in place.
“Holy. Shit,” he repeated to himself.
Definitely an interesting way to start the morning, he had to admit. A little unsettling, and monumentally mystifying… but interesting.
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[ ...apparently this chapter is too large for one post. Odd, since it's smaller in word count than things I've posted before. LJ is a fickle mistress, I tell you. Anyhoo, Follow me to the Conclusion of Chapter Five. Pretty please? ;) ]