Closed RP - Veronica?
(( This could very easily lead to very bad things, so rated D for Dirty just in case! ))
( I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby // But you keep fronting // Saying what you going do to me // But I ain't seen nothing // Typical // Hardly the type I fall for // I like when the physical // Don't leave me asking for more )
( I'm telling you loosen up my buttons baby // But you keep fronting // Saying what you going do to me // But I ain't seen nothing // Typical // Hardly the type I fall for // I like when the physical // Don't leave me asking for more )
And bored. So bored.
Which meant the knock on his door was welcome. The fact that it was Veronica? Just worlds better. And that tone? Well, color him gleeful.
Bounding over, he pulled open the door and...
Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick.
"V-veronica?" Him? Stutter?
Hell, yeah.
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"Logan!" I cocked my head a little. That way that Weevil always made fun of me for. "Hi."
And with that, my hand planted against his chest, pushing him further into the room as one of my heels pushed the door closed, hard, not even bother with the lock. I hooked a hand around the back of his head, tangling fingers into his hair and automatically pushed my lips against his own, wrapping my free hand into the collar of his shirt.
As long as, you know, I wasn't too forward. But, hey. I couldn't help myself. Something in the brownies, baby. I told you.
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He was cut off by Veronica pushing up against him, her lips hot on his own. Oh. Yeah, this was definitely how his dreams started. His hands fell to her hips, tracing down the sides of her skirt. "God, Veronica," he murmured, pulling away and looking down at her with a crooked little grin. "What's gotten into you? Is it my birthday?"
Not that he was complaining. At all. As if to emphasize the lack of complaining, he leaned down to kiss her again, tongue gently teasing into her mouth, hand splayed against her lower back. Mmm...no complaints at all.
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What had gotten into me? Man, I wish I could've told him. Brownies? Sounded a little odd. Aphrodisiac brownies? Might as well have locked me up in a straight jacket. But hey! At least it would have been a nice little kinky addition to today, huh?
"Nothing's gotten into me, I replied instead, with a bit of a breathless laugh, biting my bottom lip. "'Cept maybe you in a little, huh?" Holy crap, did I just say that? Sounded like a bad porn movie! I couldn't stop! "And a very merry un-birthday to you," I added coyly, hooking a leg up and around his waist and pulling him in flush with my body.
But, hey. No complaints here either, right? Tongue was back. I was grinning like a fiend, my own lacing into his mouth as if I was fighting for room in it.
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With one smooth motion he slid both hands down her back to cup just under her ass, lifting her up and moving his fingers to grip under her thighs, so she was straddling his waist. A few stumbling steps backwards and he hit his bed, falling back, his mouth never leaving Veronica's. It was a frantic, desperate, hungry kind of kiss, tongues swirling together, fighting for room, lips pushing and pulling, and the barest hint of teeth. It was something a step above anything they'd done before and Logan groaned softly, feeling all kinds of things go hard and soft and tingly, accordingly. This was definitely better than playing with his wand alone.
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I didn't even bother to answer. Tongue tangling in and my hips thoroughly flush with his own, I was wasting no time on banter at the moment. There were far better things to amuse myself with right now. Like wrapping my legs around his waist and following him to the bed. I didn't miss a stride as we hit the mattress, and promptly moved to straddle him, hands grabbing at his own. Mmm. I threaded my fingers in and pushed them to the bed. Hello, vixen. Where did you come from?
Not thinking about that. Instead, thinking about my hand trailing southward and working at his jeans as my teeth snagged at his bottom lip and tugged, suggestively. Hee. Fun! Speaking of 'wands'. I unzipped his jeans, then, finally, slipping a hand inside and nicking my teeth downward, towards his neck.
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He was a red-blooded teenage boy whose very hot girlfriend was now shirtless and straddling him. The only way he could be more into this was if Veronica was twins. Tugging lightly on the tie, Logan pulled her down to him, one hand plunging into her hair, fingers kneading the back of her head, as he kissed her. Mouth wide open and hungry, tongue seeking out hers with a desperate kind of urgency. His other hand trailed up Veronica's bare thigh, teasing up under her skirt and brushing his finger against the warmth between her legs. He was all one big bundle of raging hormones and want. Veronica had, very quickly, reduced him to jelly. He was hers, completely, and all he could think of was to consume as much of her as possible.
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Hips pushing up against his hand, I moaned at that slight brush, my lips ghosting against Logan's as one of my hands braced against his shoulder and gripped him, hard. "Now," I mumbled under my breath, reaching under myself with my free hand to guide him inside of me. Oh... freaking... damn. Was this what I'd been missing last time? Roofies and all? God, it was so much better remembering it, wasn't it? My arms wrapped around Logan's neck and pulled him back in for a hard, hungry kiss, hips working rhythmically back against his own.
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He kissed her back like he was dying and she was air. Moving slowly in her, trying his damnedest to not just let go and take everything he was hungering for, Logan traced one hand up and down her back, her side, the curve of her ass. He couldn't stop touching her, could not stop exploring her skin. "I love you," he panted out between kisses so intense they took his breath away. "God, I love you, Veronica." He pulled her head back down to his, lips pulling on hers, tongue winding and pressing against her own. He needed her, wanted her, his entire world was her, and where their bodies joined was the only thing he could think about.
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