Episode tag to 303 Wichita Linebacker (NC-17)
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NC-17. The dark, lonely top floor of the library and what they founddid there.
"Is this the help desk?"
Veronica glanced around, startled at the sound of the voice. "'Cause I need a little help," she heard Logan say.
"Let me guess. You have this pathologically suspicious girlfriend and you hope maybe there's a guidebook?"
"No, it's more like, uh...what's beyond pathological?"
Veronica's throat tightened. "I'm sorry, Logan. I spent my formative years watching people while they lied to and cheated on and betrayed each other so the trust thing...it doesn't come naturally, but I'm trying to act unnaturally, I swear. So there's that." Logan stayed silent and continued staring at her. "I thought you were in Mexico," she said softly.
"Yeah, well us bad boys usually love Mexico, but, uh...I was feeling a little ... reformed." He kept his tone light. "I don't even think Mercer surfs," he said with a shrug. "And I always feel bad about those poor donkeys," he muttered ridiculously. Then he glanced at her. "Are you free this weekend? There's a film festival. Incomprehensible foreign movies of three plus hours."
They both ignored the student who came up to request a book. "Sound nice. But let's find you that guidebook...," she told him, reaching out and taking his hand. Logan smiled slowly and his hand tightened around hers. "Which I think is on the dark, lonely top floor," she told him archly, leading him towards the stairway, pausing to kiss him.
He pulled her closer, his mouth hungry. As they walked through the dark room Logan laughed softly. "You weren't kidding about it being dark," he commented. "Gotta say - I'm don't really like the idea of you working here late at night on your own."
"You've watched too many slasher movies, Logan," Veronica laughed as he pulled her closer and backed her against a wall.
"No one to hear you scream," he threatened, his mouth against hers, his hand sliding beneath her blouse to touch her warm skin.
"Are you intending to make me scream?" she asked him softly, her arms twining around his neck and sliding her mouth along his jaw.
"Thinkin' about it," he mumbled as his hand unclasped her bra with practised ease, fondling her breasts with familiar sensuality. "I'm sorry about the no-show .... "
"You don't have to apologise, Logan," Veronica whispered. "I was out of line."
"What, bugging me? I'm surprised you haven't tattooed my ass yet," he teased her and she laughed, sliding her hand inside his jeans and closing her fingers around him firmly, threateningly. He caught his breath and she smiled wickedly.
"Play nice," she told him.
"You make me crazy sometimes, Veronica. I do stupid things."
"Like keeping me at arm's length?"
"You call this arm's length?" he asked quizzically before kissing her again, his tongue tangling with hers.
"I want there to be more between us than just sex, Logan," she said softly.
Logan exhaled slowly, his mouth sliding kisses down her jawline. "I know. You want us to braid each other's hair, read to one another while sipping espressos."
"Funny," she said, rolling her eyes and Logan shook his head.
"Not funny. True." He rested his brow against hers. "I want those things, too. I .... want us to always be together. There's a lot of stuff about us that's different. We're always going to be different - but that's part of what makes us right for each other."
Veronica closed her eyes and shivered in pleasure as Logan sank to his knees before her, his mouth sliding across her stomach, his lips nuzzling a nipple teasingly. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
"I know that, Logan. It's not that I want to change you - even if it looks like that," she said wryly. She helped him undo her jeans and when he entered her, she was ready, clutching him convulsively as he slammed her against the wall, sinking deep inside her. His mouth came down to cover hers to muffle the sound.
Much later, she slumped against him bonelessly. The stickiness sliding down her inner thigh and the delicious aches she felt were a very pleasurable reminder of what had just taken place.
"You all right?" he asked her and she nodded, smiling with an almost tangible satisfaction and Logan laughed shakily.
"I'm glad you didn't go to Mexico," she whispered.
"Me, too," he told her.
She kissed him again. "Help me get dressed," she ordered him imperiously.
"Nope," he said and kissed her again. "I intend to take full advantage of this dark and lonely corner of the library - having sex in the library makes me feel positively knowledgable." He made an exaggerated gesture. "I can positively feel myself absorbing my education."
"Logan".
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and kiss me".
So he did.
NC-17. The dark, lonely top floor of the library and what they founddid there.
"Is this the help desk?"
Veronica glanced around, startled at the sound of the voice. "'Cause I need a little help," she heard Logan say.
"Let me guess. You have this pathologically suspicious girlfriend and you hope maybe there's a guidebook?"
"No, it's more like, uh...what's beyond pathological?"
Veronica's throat tightened. "I'm sorry, Logan. I spent my formative years watching people while they lied to and cheated on and betrayed each other so the trust thing...it doesn't come naturally, but I'm trying to act unnaturally, I swear. So there's that." Logan stayed silent and continued staring at her. "I thought you were in Mexico," she said softly.
"Yeah, well us bad boys usually love Mexico, but, uh...I was feeling a little ... reformed." He kept his tone light. "I don't even think Mercer surfs," he said with a shrug. "And I always feel bad about those poor donkeys," he muttered ridiculously. Then he glanced at her. "Are you free this weekend? There's a film festival. Incomprehensible foreign movies of three plus hours."
They both ignored the student who came up to request a book. "Sound nice. But let's find you that guidebook...," she told him, reaching out and taking his hand. Logan smiled slowly and his hand tightened around hers. "Which I think is on the dark, lonely top floor," she told him archly, leading him towards the stairway, pausing to kiss him.
He pulled her closer, his mouth hungry. As they walked through the dark room Logan laughed softly. "You weren't kidding about it being dark," he commented. "Gotta say - I'm don't really like the idea of you working here late at night on your own."
"You've watched too many slasher movies, Logan," Veronica laughed as he pulled her closer and backed her against a wall.
"No one to hear you scream," he threatened, his mouth against hers, his hand sliding beneath her blouse to touch her warm skin.
"Are you intending to make me scream?" she asked him softly, her arms twining around his neck and sliding her mouth along his jaw.
"Thinkin' about it," he mumbled as his hand unclasped her bra with practised ease, fondling her breasts with familiar sensuality. "I'm sorry about the no-show .... "
"You don't have to apologise, Logan," Veronica whispered. "I was out of line."
"What, bugging me? I'm surprised you haven't tattooed my ass yet," he teased her and she laughed, sliding her hand inside his jeans and closing her fingers around him firmly, threateningly. He caught his breath and she smiled wickedly.
"Play nice," she told him.
"You make me crazy sometimes, Veronica. I do stupid things."
"Like keeping me at arm's length?"
"You call this arm's length?" he asked quizzically before kissing her again, his tongue tangling with hers.
"I want there to be more between us than just sex, Logan," she said softly.
Logan exhaled slowly, his mouth sliding kisses down her jawline. "I know. You want us to braid each other's hair, read to one another while sipping espressos."
"Funny," she said, rolling her eyes and Logan shook his head.
"Not funny. True." He rested his brow against hers. "I want those things, too. I .... want us to always be together. There's a lot of stuff about us that's different. We're always going to be different - but that's part of what makes us right for each other."
Veronica closed her eyes and shivered in pleasure as Logan sank to his knees before her, his mouth sliding across her stomach, his lips nuzzling a nipple teasingly. Her fingers tangled in his hair.
"I know that, Logan. It's not that I want to change you - even if it looks like that," she said wryly. She helped him undo her jeans and when he entered her, she was ready, clutching him convulsively as he slammed her against the wall, sinking deep inside her. His mouth came down to cover hers to muffle the sound.
Much later, she slumped against him bonelessly. The stickiness sliding down her inner thigh and the delicious aches she felt were a very pleasurable reminder of what had just taken place.
"You all right?" he asked her and she nodded, smiling with an almost tangible satisfaction and Logan laughed shakily.
"I'm glad you didn't go to Mexico," she whispered.
"Me, too," he told her.
She kissed him again. "Help me get dressed," she ordered him imperiously.
"Nope," he said and kissed her again. "I intend to take full advantage of this dark and lonely corner of the library - having sex in the library makes me feel positively knowledgable." He made an exaggerated gesture. "I can positively feel myself absorbing my education."
"Logan".
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and kiss me".
So he did.