Fic: Know Her 14/14
Title: Know Her 14/14
Author: lipstikstain
Pairing: LoVe
Word Count: 4,409
Rating: Hide the children - this is one long NC-17
Spoilers: Nothing at all - but to be safe all of season 1 and season 2
Summary: Veronica calls off the wedding, but is it too late?
Disclaimer: Not mine - all Rob's.
A/N: The closing song can be DOWNLOADED HERE or at the end of the chapter.
A/N: I have decided to wrtite an epilogue that's why the ending of this chapter may seem a bit abrupt and just as a warning this chapter is mostly just foreplay and sex. There's also going to be some mild typos which I plan to fix later today (or this week), but I wanted to post this a.s.a.p. because I promised that I would have this chapter up last week. Oops :)
Veronica heard his voice but she’s sure it’s a dream. She opens her eyes slightly only to see a blurry image approaching her and whispers his name.
“Logan…” then she nestles her head on the uncomfortable makeshift pillow.
Logan couldn’t believe the petite image presented before him. He kneels in front of her and studies her peaceful semblance, fully appreciating the loose strands of hair that delicately frame her face. He tries once again to pull her from her dormancy.
“Veronica…” but this only causes her to shift slightly.
****
She inhales the sweet coffee aroma permeating the air. Veronica takes one big breath before opening her eyes and shoots straight up when she doesn’t recognize her surroundings. Veronica feels the familiarity of the room decor, but her newly awakened body is unable to comprehend anything at the moment as panic arises.
Okay…she recalls breaking off her engagement with Duncan then flying to Neptune to find Logan and waiting for him at the rental office to catch him and that’s where her memory breaks.
Where is she?
How did she get here?
Has she missed her opportunity?
She rests her hand on the metal knob, taking the time to quell her screaming mind. She peaks her head out the small crack and with slight apprehension forces her entire body out of her room.
The more she absorbs her surroundings the more she realizes that she’s at the Neptune Grand - the living room a familiar cubicle where she, Wallace, Mac and Duncan had spent many nights studying, watching movies and playing video and board games or whatever their teenage boredom compelled them to plant their butts on the leather couch.
Her bare feet barely make a sound as Veronica navigates herself through the spacious suite - it was almost like an apartment - a very expensive, fully catered apartment.
“ Mornin’!”
If Veronica wasn’t awake before, Logan sneaking up behind her is enough to make her agile and nervous for the next couple of hours.
Her hair whips her face as she turns abruptly, her twisted legs almost causing her to fall. For someone who was so good at sleuthing, and sneaking behind people’s back, she isn’t keen when the tables turn on her.
“Logan! You scared the shit out of me!”
He gurgles back the laughter he knows she is not in the current mood to find amusing and distracts Veronica by offering her the cup of coffee he had bought for her while she was still passed out in her room.
She takes it without a second thought, sipping loudly to show her appreciation for the hot beverage until her mind catches up to the existing predicament of their relationship. But if there is any discomfort it’s from Veronica whose mouth never leaves the plastic lid of her cup.
She watches as Logan prepares the rest of their breakfast, placing the donuts on a plate and licking the sweet remains of glaze from his fingers making Veronica’s stomach flutter slightly and she immediately tucks a free hand in her back pocket.
Logan is dissidently quiet and the silence is killing her. She wants him to speak first, to ask the questions but her damn curiosity breaks her pride.
“Obviously there’s not going to be a wedding,” she says, sounding as if she’s marginally out of breath but her half-joking tone but her statement only coerces a nod from Logan.
She drops her shoulders in frustration and takes another sip of her coffee before contriving a much better sentence that couldn’t be answered with a head movement.
“How did I get here? - I mean, I know how I got here in Neptune, but how did I get in this hotel in that room?”
Veronica keeps her eyes on him, but most of his attention is still on the fried dough he is meticulously plopping on the white porcelain.
“I had receptionist at the car rental place hold your bag while I carried you to the car. She told me how long you’d been there waiting for me.”
She waits for him to continue. His laconic response isn’t what she expected and she scrounges for the next thing to say, his reticence throwing her off balance and her fear of rejection surface.
She is too late and he no longer wants to be with her.
She’s injured him too many times that he refuses to take a chance on her.
Her head falls back, heavy with dismay as she looks up to ceiling to dam the deluge of tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Not trusting her voice, she clears her throat before speaking, digging her hand deeper into her pocket.
“I’m going to take a shower and ...” she swallows the saliva in her mouth and what she feels is the truth,
“Leave,” she crosses the room, taking quick, small strides so she can lock the door behind her along with this disappointing outcome.
“Veronica.”
She stills but doesn’t look at him. Her emotions clout her awareness, preventing her from realizing he’s standing behind her. Logan moves her shoulders to face him and allows his hands to rest on her arms.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
****
They spend most of their morning enjoying a leisurely breakfast and discussing Veronica’s decision to terminate her relationship with Duncan. Giddy inside, Logan blushed, in complete disbelief that he finally has her, and he knows that they have a long road to recovery but he doesn’t intend to go anywhere without Veronica with him.
This is probably how school girls feel when they have their first crush, or first kiss, but this transcended prepubescent interests and dramatic longings. To Logan Echolls this was true love, soul mates if one believes in that kind of thing and he plans to voraciously fight to hang on to this feeling and to her.
Her damp hair still wrapped in a towel, Veronica relishes in her jubilance - a feeling that seems so foreign to her after years of forced satisfaction. She finds comfort in his boyish, but handsome features and think, ‘mine, he’s all mine’ - and she beams with pride.
“So, what’s the plan?” she asks.
“I have no idea,” and they are both bewildered by the relief of not knowing.
They both know they can’t pick up where they left their relationship 6 years ago - a mistake that would surely blow up in their face if they opted to do this.
“How about dinner?” he proposes.
“Um…what?”
“Dinner. You and me on a date. We need to start somewhere.”
She quickly understands his intentions and she didn’t think it was possible, but she loved him more for it.
They escaped the Neptune Grand Suite, exploring the beach, snacking on ice cream while hand in hand. It wasn’t a perfect outing - they discuss Duncan, the rebuilding of their salvageable relationship and how they were going to do things from now on. They laid each other’s expectations into the open and both felt the gravity of labor necessary to mend each other.
By the time of their dinner date, they both felt the relief of six years of harbored feelings that all was left was their sexual tension, an itch they both wanted to scratch.
Veronica would allude to spending the night together and Logan would successfully intercept with another topic of conversation. Towards the end of the night, she wanted to rip his clothes off.
“You want to go to my room?” she hints and hopes that concedes.
“We should probably take it slow…you haven’t even been single for almost two days.”
Veronica, frustrated, nods in understanding. Wounded, she playfully pouts her lips which he briefly captures with his mouth but breaks before their actions go too far. He mouths the word ‘goodnight’ and she watches him cross to his room.
What just happened? Veronica asks herself and decides that she needed to catch up on her sleep anyway.
She stares up the ceiling, her hand resting on the warmth of her stomach. As she lies in bed wearing Logan’s green shirt, his scent hardly lulls her to sleep having the opposite effect and provoking more thoughts of him and his horrible sense of timing, choosing to curb his libido when she was no longer with Duncan and more than willing.
“I need a drink,” and Veronica slips out of bed, heads out of her room and straight to the mini bar.
****
In the shower, Logan rests his forehead against the tile, the cold water alleviating the strength of his arousal. During their dinner, he had to occupy his mind with anything that wasn’t sexual…every time he noticed something about Veronica that sent a message to his southern region, he had to queue up a list of things that was antithetical to sex, sexiness or Veronica, but it didn’t work as much as he hoped it would.
When he noticed her shiny blond hair, he attempted to divert his attention from this:
“Blond hair…blond -yellow…yellow - sun…sun bathing, Veronica sun bathing, Veronica in a bikini…” and Logan would immediately flinch at this futile battle.
God, he’s an idiot. He didn’t know where his sanity has gone because a wall is the only remaining obstacle for him and he put it there because he wanted things to be special, he wanted to be a gentleman…when did he become such a girl?
When he looks down, he sees another raging erection. Her smile, her laughter, simple things that could incite such a physical reaction is a powerful command to have and she had it.
Logan’s long fingers encircle his length and starting at the base, he begins to move his hand rapidly…up, down, up, down - no finesses or technique involved. With every hard pull, he is grunting and his breathing becomes labored. He feels the pressure building and he picks up his speed, his body desperate for release, and more desperate to feel her surrounding him. He comes hard and fast, his hips involuntarily thrusting in the air, as he purses his lips to stifle a moan. The evidence is quickly washed away by the warm downpour of the shower and he hopes that that holds him till tomorrow.
He shakes the water from his hair and wraps a towel around his waist, allowing the beads of water to dry on his exposed skin. He looks at his silhouette on the fogged mirror, and sighs.
“I need a drink.”
****
He knew that he was in trouble when he found her bent over the mini bar.
Their eyes feast on each other. She absorbs the vision of his wet, muscular body, while he is transfixed in how great she looks in his shirt and only his shirt.
Their chest rise wildly in anticipation and arousal and Veronica allows her body to lead her, taking a step closer to him, then another and another until she feels the heat radiating from his body. She slowly leans in to kiss off a bubble of water on his chest, provoking him to take a sharp intake of air. She looks up at him through her long lashes and drags the tip of her nose over his clean skin until she reaches his nipple. Veronica captures it between her slightly parted lips, suckling gently and she feels him push his growing erection on her stomach.
She abruptly stops and repeats her actions on his other nipple, driving Logan into insanity. His craving for her takes over and he crushes Veronica to him, driving back her head and plunging his tongue into the warm, moist confines of her mouth but she pushes him off of her.
“Wait. I want to do something…”
She smiles coyly and this puzzles and excites him.
But intrigue replaces her smile when her finger outlines the edge of his towel, slowly undoing the loose material hanging from his waist. As Veronica unravels him, she bends down to kiss his stomach and around his hips. She kneels in front of him and bites her lip to contain her excitement and detours to his torso, licking and nipping at his skin.
Logan inhales through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the image of Veronica between his legs preparing to do things to him that he was sure could get them arrested in some states.
With outstretched fingers, she drags them lightly over his length, stroking him with a deliberate lack of pressure.
Logan thinks that she is cruel with her feathery caresses and devilish intentions. She is teasing him, tickling him…toying with his sensitive flesh, a preview of things to come.
More, more, his mind screams.
His hands turn white as it grips the edge of the counter. Her cool hands hold him tight, kissing the tip and licking off the pre cum from her bottom lip. Veronica’s hand clamp around the base of his erection and he swears that everything alive in his body is in the long, hard piece of muscle nestled in her palm.
Her delicate lips part to trap his head in her mouth as she expertly circles her tongue around the edge of his tender flesh while simultaneously running a moistened hand up his rigid member, then back down again.
Veronica is in full support of taking things slow, but his low moans only serve to inflame her need to satisfy him.
“Please Veronica…more, I…I want more. I want your mouth.”
She obliges as her mouth fully descending on him and he almost comes when he saw himself slide between her pink lips and he feels nothing but wetness, warmth and love.
In the past, Veronica had felt as if this act was a task - something to cross out in a checklist, but with Logan it was different. She wanted to make him feel good. She wanted to feel him as intimately as possible but no matter what they did behind close doors and under the sheets, she could never get close enough to him and this only fueled her compulsion to be devoured by him more uncontrollable.
Inch by hot, aching inch she lowers her lips down his rigid member, then back up. She maintains the pressure of her mouth as she sucks on his cock while her hand pulls him hard, her flushed cheeks hollow with obliging effort.
Sweat trickles from Logan’s forehead to his cheeks, his face screwed tight in attempts to muster some control, but he knows that he wouldn’t be able to last long if she continued to moan and suck on him like he is a lollipop to be enjoyed.
With much regret, he put a hand on Veronica’s shoulder.
“Wait, stop. Not yet. Not yet…”
He pulls her up on her feet and strokes her colored cheeks, then kisses her forehead, taps his lips on the tip of her nose, to the corner of her mouth and his cock slightly twitches when he feels her lashes tickle his cheek.
“But Log - “
“Shh…we have all night. You should never rush the good stuff.”
Logan steps back, his hand locked with Veronica’s, leading both of them to his room. She doesn’t defy him mostly because her mind has become a clean slate and she waits for his instructions.
He sits on the edge of his bed, watching with such attention that it makes her feel slightly uncomfortable but it also seethes her blood, stimulating every nerve ending. Logan’s wide hands curl around Veronica’s thighs, his palms enjoying the feel of her smooth skin, his fingers overlapping to the insides of her thighs.
Veronica feels her knees weaken and curses herself for her obvious wanton and she rests her hands on his shoulders to support her weight.
His exploring hands travel upwards to cup her round cheeks and slowly revealing her pale skin he bundles the green material upwards, but he doesn’t remove it. He kisses the side of her stomach and she gasps at the sensation but he pauses his soft seduction of his lips.
She follows his gaze to the scar on her stomach that could have taken her away from him.
He breaks his silence - almost deafening to her ears as she has grown accustomed to the sound of buzzing electricity and their deep, laborious breathing.
“Did you think you were going to die?” he asks then looks up at her with fear in his expression.
She buries her fingers in his hair, and her forehead smoothes in understanding.
“I really wasn’t thinking about death. I was too busy thinking about my dad, Wallace…and you.”
He shoots a look of amazement and burrows his face in her stomach and continues to kiss the round outline embedded on her skin. He thumbs it once more before breaking their contact once more.
The moment she was shot, she guiltily and mostly thought of Logan.
How she had made a hundred promises just so she can see him again and have another moment like this. Maybe it seems ridiculous to say that she lived for this moment, but it feels true to her.
“Take off your shirt.”
He commands and she follows, taking the green material from his hands and completely removing it over her head. Veronica’s short stature makes her breast easy access for Logan’s hungry mouth to feed on and he takes full advantage of it, kneading one breast with one hand, while attentively licking and nipping her other breast.
“Oh Logan…” she groans, her back arched into a perfect “C” to allow him more contact with her humbly sized breasts.
Veronica’s musings from his seduction occupies her attention that she doesn’t feel his fingers scratching their way inside the waistband of her underwear as he gruffly pulls them down. As it slides effortlessly down her legs, she steps out of them and kicks it to the side.
As if guided by the memories, his hand finds its way into her slick opening. His long fingers easily glide between her folds, spreading her moisture to her throbbing clit.
She whimpers, awaiting his next move.
God, she was wet. Wet and swollen and ready…so very ready, Logan thinks to himself.
“You want me, don’t you Veronica?” asks Logan as he uses the tip of his forefinger to delicately stroke her clit.
She swallows back several moans and uses this time to collect her thoughts, but all she manages to say is a simple “yes”.
He takes this as a good sign and slips two fingers inside the distended entrance to her body.
“Ah, Logan!”
And her knees buckle but he quickly catches her and sits her on his legs. He keeps his hand on her lower back to support her while he continues to move his fingers in and out of her.
Veronica’s inner walls cling to his invading digits like a suckling mouth and she quickly coats his makeshift cock along her tender, pulsing slit, then pulls out to smear moisture over her ripe bud - and he repeats this over and over again until she is thrusting her hips to meet his hand, a primal impulse instinctively guiding her into the position bested suited for climax.
She begins to feel her senses heightening as she is nearing her climax. She can smell his sweat mixed with her taste permeating the air, she can hear him breathing with her, and the delicious tension beginning to build inside of her threatens to snap her into two.
Veronica’s head is pulled so far back, presenting a delectable image of her long neck to him. Logan is in awe of her ability to be so vulnerable by completely surrendering to him, and he can feel her expanding her legs as far as possible to allow him deeper access.
Logan pulls her closer to bury his mouth in the crook of her neck, eliciting another loud moan from Veronica.
“God, yes Logan! Faster…oh, god faster,” she pleads knowing that with a couple of more thrusts she will fall apart.
“Logan!”
She screams, her body stretching, arching in release. Her slender frame bent like a bow, chin tipped towards the ceiling. Veronica’s world exploded and her entire body convulsed with the power of her free fall.
Veronica’s forehead falls in his shoulder, her breathing erratic.
“You are so beautiful…you were amazing.”
Logan whispers to her, careful to keep his hold tight on her. He scoops her into his arms to lay her exhausted body on the bed and he settles next to her, watching her peaceful face.
“Wow,” says Veronica, who finally opens her eyes to look at Logan.
He chuckles. Veronica drapes her arm over him, supporting her chin on his chest. Their reconciliation sends them to a tranquil mode of long gazes.
Veronica is more than happy she can’t possibly begin to explain the giddiness she is experiencing.
And Logan…Logan makes a promise to himself to do his best to make sure that this second chance is the only chance he’ll ever need with Veronica.
She moves her shoulders to lean in for a deep kiss, and their hands are quickly covering areas of their bodies causing heat and friction to flourish between their bodies. He rolls both of them over, trapping Veronica beneath him.
“Logan, now. I want you inside me now.”
He opens her legs further apart, running his cock between her slick folds. He maneuvers himself into position, kneeling between her legs. He carefully enters her, moving one cruel in and another but stops when he notices her biting her lip.
“You want me to stop?” Logan asks, concern evident in his voice and he begins to pull back.
“No! Don’t stop. I just need a minute to get use to your…size again.”
He rests his sweat slicked forehead against hers, careful not to move in fear he might hurt her, but her nails clamp down his round cheeks, encouraging him to continue.
“Deeper Logan…slow and deep,” she says breathlessly.
He does as he is told and he feels her insides pulsing around him, milking him. At last, after all these years, he is home. He slowly pushes himself deeper into her when he feels her relax into his size until he was buried to the hilt.
“Gah,” he groans into her hair. “You feel…so good.”
“Move,” she commands.
“What?”
She thrusts her hips upwards and his eyes close in pleasure.
“MOVE.”
At first his thrusts are calculated, watching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Veronica watches his furrowed brow and she traps his face between her palms.
“It’s okay Logan. I won’t break. Move...”
His speed, although gradual, is faster than it was when he first entered her and she feels herself stretching and accommodating his size and she begins to moan.
“Oh, yes…Faster Logan…”
He swears she purred but his mind has no time to register when he is surprised by the feel of Veronica’s torso move under him, her movement quick and greedy.
“Shit!” he squirms and his hands land on her pelvic bone, pressing her to him as he attempts to control their joining.
But she fights his resistance.
“Move with me Logan.”
Veronica’s carnal voice snaps his ministration for a slow lovemaking. It sounds like she’s begging him, begging FOR him and Logan has never heard anything sexier. His hips begin to plunge into her in the speed she desires. His long and agonizingly slow movements have quickly transformed into hard, short thrusts.
The headboard bangs with abandon against the bedroom wall, and they both appear oblivious to the noise or to anything really that didn’t transpire between their heated bodies.
Veronica sees flashes of light, with each piercing lunge from his rigid cock, and shuts her eyes tighter as the sensation overcomes her. She digs her heels behind his thighs, her body straining with effort as she pushes her lower torso and slams against him.
She knows she is close…so close.
Logan craves to be a permanently part of her - to be absorbed by her. She moans louder when he shifts his position, sliding his forearms beneath her thighs to lift her legs so that he wholly supported her weight.
She feels his breath on her face.
“Look at me Veronica.”
It wasn’t a request but his words were coated with an abundance of emotions ascribed from his disappearing act.
“I ca…can’t.”
She doesn’t mean to deny him, but it’s been so long since she actually looked at the person who is over, under, adjacent, and in front of her that it scared her - frightened her to the core. She use to be able to unconditionally open her eyes to everything because she thought that she had seen it all - felt everything that makes a person human and fallible, but when Logan left Neptune, left her, she became more wary of her surroundings and she never felt so vulnerable in her life.
“Look at ME Veronica,” his voice is sterner and she furiously shakes her head.
“Open your eyes…”
And her lids flutter open, immediately connecting with Logan’s eyes and she suddenly feels whole and happy…really happy.
He adjusts himself slightly again, pressing his upper body forward, taking her legs with him that they curled back over her torso that her knees became almost even with her shoulders, her pelvis pointed towards the ceiling allowing her to open up to him more.
“Let go Veronica…”
Logan doesn’t know how much longer he can hang on so he angles himself perfectly that his shaft rubs directly against her swollen clit and with one downward thrust she is pushed over the edge once again and this time she takes Logan with her, chanting each other’s names as their body feels the ripples of the ferocious orgasm tearing through the both of them with the sharpness of a blade.
**CLOSING MUSIC STARTS***
With his last ounce of energy, he begins to remove himself off her, but she stops him.
“I like you where you are,” she says with closed eyes.
Logan doesn’t fight and lies sprawled half over her, their legs tangled, their bodies glistening in sweat.
He plants his ears between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat - a lullaby that eases his worries. Everything she’s against has culminated to this moment and it’s not as scary as she thought it was going to be. Veronica’s made the mistake of simplifying love, but now there are no expectations and the idea of trust is less frightening to her.
“I love you…” she mumbles before relinquishing her drained body to sleep.
Closing Music: Snow Patrol - Make Love to me Forever
Epilogue coming soon...
Author: lipstikstain
Pairing: LoVe
Word Count: 4,409
Rating: Hide the children - this is one long NC-17
Spoilers: Nothing at all - but to be safe all of season 1 and season 2
Summary: Veronica calls off the wedding, but is it too late?
Disclaimer: Not mine - all Rob's.
A/N: The closing song can be DOWNLOADED HERE or at the end of the chapter.
A/N: I have decided to wrtite an epilogue that's why the ending of this chapter may seem a bit abrupt and just as a warning this chapter is mostly just foreplay and sex. There's also going to be some mild typos which I plan to fix later today (or this week), but I wanted to post this a.s.a.p. because I promised that I would have this chapter up last week. Oops :)
Veronica heard his voice but she’s sure it’s a dream. She opens her eyes slightly only to see a blurry image approaching her and whispers his name.
“Logan…” then she nestles her head on the uncomfortable makeshift pillow.
Logan couldn’t believe the petite image presented before him. He kneels in front of her and studies her peaceful semblance, fully appreciating the loose strands of hair that delicately frame her face. He tries once again to pull her from her dormancy.
“Veronica…” but this only causes her to shift slightly.
****
She inhales the sweet coffee aroma permeating the air. Veronica takes one big breath before opening her eyes and shoots straight up when she doesn’t recognize her surroundings. Veronica feels the familiarity of the room decor, but her newly awakened body is unable to comprehend anything at the moment as panic arises.
Okay…she recalls breaking off her engagement with Duncan then flying to Neptune to find Logan and waiting for him at the rental office to catch him and that’s where her memory breaks.
Where is she?
How did she get here?
Has she missed her opportunity?
She rests her hand on the metal knob, taking the time to quell her screaming mind. She peaks her head out the small crack and with slight apprehension forces her entire body out of her room.
The more she absorbs her surroundings the more she realizes that she’s at the Neptune Grand - the living room a familiar cubicle where she, Wallace, Mac and Duncan had spent many nights studying, watching movies and playing video and board games or whatever their teenage boredom compelled them to plant their butts on the leather couch.
Her bare feet barely make a sound as Veronica navigates herself through the spacious suite - it was almost like an apartment - a very expensive, fully catered apartment.
“ Mornin’!”
If Veronica wasn’t awake before, Logan sneaking up behind her is enough to make her agile and nervous for the next couple of hours.
Her hair whips her face as she turns abruptly, her twisted legs almost causing her to fall. For someone who was so good at sleuthing, and sneaking behind people’s back, she isn’t keen when the tables turn on her.
“Logan! You scared the shit out of me!”
He gurgles back the laughter he knows she is not in the current mood to find amusing and distracts Veronica by offering her the cup of coffee he had bought for her while she was still passed out in her room.
She takes it without a second thought, sipping loudly to show her appreciation for the hot beverage until her mind catches up to the existing predicament of their relationship. But if there is any discomfort it’s from Veronica whose mouth never leaves the plastic lid of her cup.
She watches as Logan prepares the rest of their breakfast, placing the donuts on a plate and licking the sweet remains of glaze from his fingers making Veronica’s stomach flutter slightly and she immediately tucks a free hand in her back pocket.
Logan is dissidently quiet and the silence is killing her. She wants him to speak first, to ask the questions but her damn curiosity breaks her pride.
“Obviously there’s not going to be a wedding,” she says, sounding as if she’s marginally out of breath but her half-joking tone but her statement only coerces a nod from Logan.
She drops her shoulders in frustration and takes another sip of her coffee before contriving a much better sentence that couldn’t be answered with a head movement.
“How did I get here? - I mean, I know how I got here in Neptune, but how did I get in this hotel in that room?”
Veronica keeps her eyes on him, but most of his attention is still on the fried dough he is meticulously plopping on the white porcelain.
“I had receptionist at the car rental place hold your bag while I carried you to the car. She told me how long you’d been there waiting for me.”
She waits for him to continue. His laconic response isn’t what she expected and she scrounges for the next thing to say, his reticence throwing her off balance and her fear of rejection surface.
She is too late and he no longer wants to be with her.
She’s injured him too many times that he refuses to take a chance on her.
Her head falls back, heavy with dismay as she looks up to ceiling to dam the deluge of tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Not trusting her voice, she clears her throat before speaking, digging her hand deeper into her pocket.
“I’m going to take a shower and ...” she swallows the saliva in her mouth and what she feels is the truth,
“Leave,” she crosses the room, taking quick, small strides so she can lock the door behind her along with this disappointing outcome.
“Veronica.”
She stills but doesn’t look at him. Her emotions clout her awareness, preventing her from realizing he’s standing behind her. Logan moves her shoulders to face him and allows his hands to rest on her arms.
“I’m glad you’re here.”
****
They spend most of their morning enjoying a leisurely breakfast and discussing Veronica’s decision to terminate her relationship with Duncan. Giddy inside, Logan blushed, in complete disbelief that he finally has her, and he knows that they have a long road to recovery but he doesn’t intend to go anywhere without Veronica with him.
This is probably how school girls feel when they have their first crush, or first kiss, but this transcended prepubescent interests and dramatic longings. To Logan Echolls this was true love, soul mates if one believes in that kind of thing and he plans to voraciously fight to hang on to this feeling and to her.
Her damp hair still wrapped in a towel, Veronica relishes in her jubilance - a feeling that seems so foreign to her after years of forced satisfaction. She finds comfort in his boyish, but handsome features and think, ‘mine, he’s all mine’ - and she beams with pride.
“So, what’s the plan?” she asks.
“I have no idea,” and they are both bewildered by the relief of not knowing.
They both know they can’t pick up where they left their relationship 6 years ago - a mistake that would surely blow up in their face if they opted to do this.
“How about dinner?” he proposes.
“Um…what?”
“Dinner. You and me on a date. We need to start somewhere.”
She quickly understands his intentions and she didn’t think it was possible, but she loved him more for it.
They escaped the Neptune Grand Suite, exploring the beach, snacking on ice cream while hand in hand. It wasn’t a perfect outing - they discuss Duncan, the rebuilding of their salvageable relationship and how they were going to do things from now on. They laid each other’s expectations into the open and both felt the gravity of labor necessary to mend each other.
By the time of their dinner date, they both felt the relief of six years of harbored feelings that all was left was their sexual tension, an itch they both wanted to scratch.
Veronica would allude to spending the night together and Logan would successfully intercept with another topic of conversation. Towards the end of the night, she wanted to rip his clothes off.
“You want to go to my room?” she hints and hopes that concedes.
“We should probably take it slow…you haven’t even been single for almost two days.”
Veronica, frustrated, nods in understanding. Wounded, she playfully pouts her lips which he briefly captures with his mouth but breaks before their actions go too far. He mouths the word ‘goodnight’ and she watches him cross to his room.
What just happened? Veronica asks herself and decides that she needed to catch up on her sleep anyway.
She stares up the ceiling, her hand resting on the warmth of her stomach. As she lies in bed wearing Logan’s green shirt, his scent hardly lulls her to sleep having the opposite effect and provoking more thoughts of him and his horrible sense of timing, choosing to curb his libido when she was no longer with Duncan and more than willing.
“I need a drink,” and Veronica slips out of bed, heads out of her room and straight to the mini bar.
****
In the shower, Logan rests his forehead against the tile, the cold water alleviating the strength of his arousal. During their dinner, he had to occupy his mind with anything that wasn’t sexual…every time he noticed something about Veronica that sent a message to his southern region, he had to queue up a list of things that was antithetical to sex, sexiness or Veronica, but it didn’t work as much as he hoped it would.
When he noticed her shiny blond hair, he attempted to divert his attention from this:
“Blond hair…blond -yellow…yellow - sun…sun bathing, Veronica sun bathing, Veronica in a bikini…” and Logan would immediately flinch at this futile battle.
God, he’s an idiot. He didn’t know where his sanity has gone because a wall is the only remaining obstacle for him and he put it there because he wanted things to be special, he wanted to be a gentleman…when did he become such a girl?
When he looks down, he sees another raging erection. Her smile, her laughter, simple things that could incite such a physical reaction is a powerful command to have and she had it.
Logan’s long fingers encircle his length and starting at the base, he begins to move his hand rapidly…up, down, up, down - no finesses or technique involved. With every hard pull, he is grunting and his breathing becomes labored. He feels the pressure building and he picks up his speed, his body desperate for release, and more desperate to feel her surrounding him. He comes hard and fast, his hips involuntarily thrusting in the air, as he purses his lips to stifle a moan. The evidence is quickly washed away by the warm downpour of the shower and he hopes that that holds him till tomorrow.
He shakes the water from his hair and wraps a towel around his waist, allowing the beads of water to dry on his exposed skin. He looks at his silhouette on the fogged mirror, and sighs.
“I need a drink.”
****
He knew that he was in trouble when he found her bent over the mini bar.
Their eyes feast on each other. She absorbs the vision of his wet, muscular body, while he is transfixed in how great she looks in his shirt and only his shirt.
Their chest rise wildly in anticipation and arousal and Veronica allows her body to lead her, taking a step closer to him, then another and another until she feels the heat radiating from his body. She slowly leans in to kiss off a bubble of water on his chest, provoking him to take a sharp intake of air. She looks up at him through her long lashes and drags the tip of her nose over his clean skin until she reaches his nipple. Veronica captures it between her slightly parted lips, suckling gently and she feels him push his growing erection on her stomach.
She abruptly stops and repeats her actions on his other nipple, driving Logan into insanity. His craving for her takes over and he crushes Veronica to him, driving back her head and plunging his tongue into the warm, moist confines of her mouth but she pushes him off of her.
“Wait. I want to do something…”
She smiles coyly and this puzzles and excites him.
But intrigue replaces her smile when her finger outlines the edge of his towel, slowly undoing the loose material hanging from his waist. As Veronica unravels him, she bends down to kiss his stomach and around his hips. She kneels in front of him and bites her lip to contain her excitement and detours to his torso, licking and nipping at his skin.
Logan inhales through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the image of Veronica between his legs preparing to do things to him that he was sure could get them arrested in some states.
With outstretched fingers, she drags them lightly over his length, stroking him with a deliberate lack of pressure.
Logan thinks that she is cruel with her feathery caresses and devilish intentions. She is teasing him, tickling him…toying with his sensitive flesh, a preview of things to come.
More, more, his mind screams.
His hands turn white as it grips the edge of the counter. Her cool hands hold him tight, kissing the tip and licking off the pre cum from her bottom lip. Veronica’s hand clamp around the base of his erection and he swears that everything alive in his body is in the long, hard piece of muscle nestled in her palm.
Her delicate lips part to trap his head in her mouth as she expertly circles her tongue around the edge of his tender flesh while simultaneously running a moistened hand up his rigid member, then back down again.
Veronica is in full support of taking things slow, but his low moans only serve to inflame her need to satisfy him.
“Please Veronica…more, I…I want more. I want your mouth.”
She obliges as her mouth fully descending on him and he almost comes when he saw himself slide between her pink lips and he feels nothing but wetness, warmth and love.
In the past, Veronica had felt as if this act was a task - something to cross out in a checklist, but with Logan it was different. She wanted to make him feel good. She wanted to feel him as intimately as possible but no matter what they did behind close doors and under the sheets, she could never get close enough to him and this only fueled her compulsion to be devoured by him more uncontrollable.
Inch by hot, aching inch she lowers her lips down his rigid member, then back up. She maintains the pressure of her mouth as she sucks on his cock while her hand pulls him hard, her flushed cheeks hollow with obliging effort.
Sweat trickles from Logan’s forehead to his cheeks, his face screwed tight in attempts to muster some control, but he knows that he wouldn’t be able to last long if she continued to moan and suck on him like he is a lollipop to be enjoyed.
With much regret, he put a hand on Veronica’s shoulder.
“Wait, stop. Not yet. Not yet…”
He pulls her up on her feet and strokes her colored cheeks, then kisses her forehead, taps his lips on the tip of her nose, to the corner of her mouth and his cock slightly twitches when he feels her lashes tickle his cheek.
“But Log - “
“Shh…we have all night. You should never rush the good stuff.”
Logan steps back, his hand locked with Veronica’s, leading both of them to his room. She doesn’t defy him mostly because her mind has become a clean slate and she waits for his instructions.
He sits on the edge of his bed, watching with such attention that it makes her feel slightly uncomfortable but it also seethes her blood, stimulating every nerve ending. Logan’s wide hands curl around Veronica’s thighs, his palms enjoying the feel of her smooth skin, his fingers overlapping to the insides of her thighs.
Veronica feels her knees weaken and curses herself for her obvious wanton and she rests her hands on his shoulders to support her weight.
His exploring hands travel upwards to cup her round cheeks and slowly revealing her pale skin he bundles the green material upwards, but he doesn’t remove it. He kisses the side of her stomach and she gasps at the sensation but he pauses his soft seduction of his lips.
She follows his gaze to the scar on her stomach that could have taken her away from him.
He breaks his silence - almost deafening to her ears as she has grown accustomed to the sound of buzzing electricity and their deep, laborious breathing.
“Did you think you were going to die?” he asks then looks up at her with fear in his expression.
She buries her fingers in his hair, and her forehead smoothes in understanding.
“I really wasn’t thinking about death. I was too busy thinking about my dad, Wallace…and you.”
He shoots a look of amazement and burrows his face in her stomach and continues to kiss the round outline embedded on her skin. He thumbs it once more before breaking their contact once more.
The moment she was shot, she guiltily and mostly thought of Logan.
How she had made a hundred promises just so she can see him again and have another moment like this. Maybe it seems ridiculous to say that she lived for this moment, but it feels true to her.
“Take off your shirt.”
He commands and she follows, taking the green material from his hands and completely removing it over her head. Veronica’s short stature makes her breast easy access for Logan’s hungry mouth to feed on and he takes full advantage of it, kneading one breast with one hand, while attentively licking and nipping her other breast.
“Oh Logan…” she groans, her back arched into a perfect “C” to allow him more contact with her humbly sized breasts.
Veronica’s musings from his seduction occupies her attention that she doesn’t feel his fingers scratching their way inside the waistband of her underwear as he gruffly pulls them down. As it slides effortlessly down her legs, she steps out of them and kicks it to the side.
As if guided by the memories, his hand finds its way into her slick opening. His long fingers easily glide between her folds, spreading her moisture to her throbbing clit.
She whimpers, awaiting his next move.
God, she was wet. Wet and swollen and ready…so very ready, Logan thinks to himself.
“You want me, don’t you Veronica?” asks Logan as he uses the tip of his forefinger to delicately stroke her clit.
She swallows back several moans and uses this time to collect her thoughts, but all she manages to say is a simple “yes”.
He takes this as a good sign and slips two fingers inside the distended entrance to her body.
“Ah, Logan!”
And her knees buckle but he quickly catches her and sits her on his legs. He keeps his hand on her lower back to support her while he continues to move his fingers in and out of her.
Veronica’s inner walls cling to his invading digits like a suckling mouth and she quickly coats his makeshift cock along her tender, pulsing slit, then pulls out to smear moisture over her ripe bud - and he repeats this over and over again until she is thrusting her hips to meet his hand, a primal impulse instinctively guiding her into the position bested suited for climax.
She begins to feel her senses heightening as she is nearing her climax. She can smell his sweat mixed with her taste permeating the air, she can hear him breathing with her, and the delicious tension beginning to build inside of her threatens to snap her into two.
Veronica’s head is pulled so far back, presenting a delectable image of her long neck to him. Logan is in awe of her ability to be so vulnerable by completely surrendering to him, and he can feel her expanding her legs as far as possible to allow him deeper access.
Logan pulls her closer to bury his mouth in the crook of her neck, eliciting another loud moan from Veronica.
“God, yes Logan! Faster…oh, god faster,” she pleads knowing that with a couple of more thrusts she will fall apart.
“Logan!”
She screams, her body stretching, arching in release. Her slender frame bent like a bow, chin tipped towards the ceiling. Veronica’s world exploded and her entire body convulsed with the power of her free fall.
Veronica’s forehead falls in his shoulder, her breathing erratic.
“You are so beautiful…you were amazing.”
Logan whispers to her, careful to keep his hold tight on her. He scoops her into his arms to lay her exhausted body on the bed and he settles next to her, watching her peaceful face.
“Wow,” says Veronica, who finally opens her eyes to look at Logan.
He chuckles. Veronica drapes her arm over him, supporting her chin on his chest. Their reconciliation sends them to a tranquil mode of long gazes.
Veronica is more than happy she can’t possibly begin to explain the giddiness she is experiencing.
And Logan…Logan makes a promise to himself to do his best to make sure that this second chance is the only chance he’ll ever need with Veronica.
She moves her shoulders to lean in for a deep kiss, and their hands are quickly covering areas of their bodies causing heat and friction to flourish between their bodies. He rolls both of them over, trapping Veronica beneath him.
“Logan, now. I want you inside me now.”
He opens her legs further apart, running his cock between her slick folds. He maneuvers himself into position, kneeling between her legs. He carefully enters her, moving one cruel in and another but stops when he notices her biting her lip.
“You want me to stop?” Logan asks, concern evident in his voice and he begins to pull back.
“No! Don’t stop. I just need a minute to get use to your…size again.”
He rests his sweat slicked forehead against hers, careful not to move in fear he might hurt her, but her nails clamp down his round cheeks, encouraging him to continue.
“Deeper Logan…slow and deep,” she says breathlessly.
He does as he is told and he feels her insides pulsing around him, milking him. At last, after all these years, he is home. He slowly pushes himself deeper into her when he feels her relax into his size until he was buried to the hilt.
“Gah,” he groans into her hair. “You feel…so good.”
“Move,” she commands.
“What?”
She thrusts her hips upwards and his eyes close in pleasure.
“MOVE.”
At first his thrusts are calculated, watching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. Veronica watches his furrowed brow and she traps his face between her palms.
“It’s okay Logan. I won’t break. Move...”
His speed, although gradual, is faster than it was when he first entered her and she feels herself stretching and accommodating his size and she begins to moan.
“Oh, yes…Faster Logan…”
He swears she purred but his mind has no time to register when he is surprised by the feel of Veronica’s torso move under him, her movement quick and greedy.
“Shit!” he squirms and his hands land on her pelvic bone, pressing her to him as he attempts to control their joining.
But she fights his resistance.
“Move with me Logan.”
Veronica’s carnal voice snaps his ministration for a slow lovemaking. It sounds like she’s begging him, begging FOR him and Logan has never heard anything sexier. His hips begin to plunge into her in the speed she desires. His long and agonizingly slow movements have quickly transformed into hard, short thrusts.
The headboard bangs with abandon against the bedroom wall, and they both appear oblivious to the noise or to anything really that didn’t transpire between their heated bodies.
Veronica sees flashes of light, with each piercing lunge from his rigid cock, and shuts her eyes tighter as the sensation overcomes her. She digs her heels behind his thighs, her body straining with effort as she pushes her lower torso and slams against him.
She knows she is close…so close.
Logan craves to be a permanently part of her - to be absorbed by her. She moans louder when he shifts his position, sliding his forearms beneath her thighs to lift her legs so that he wholly supported her weight.
She feels his breath on her face.
“Look at me Veronica.”
It wasn’t a request but his words were coated with an abundance of emotions ascribed from his disappearing act.
“I ca…can’t.”
She doesn’t mean to deny him, but it’s been so long since she actually looked at the person who is over, under, adjacent, and in front of her that it scared her - frightened her to the core. She use to be able to unconditionally open her eyes to everything because she thought that she had seen it all - felt everything that makes a person human and fallible, but when Logan left Neptune, left her, she became more wary of her surroundings and she never felt so vulnerable in her life.
“Look at ME Veronica,” his voice is sterner and she furiously shakes her head.
“Open your eyes…”
And her lids flutter open, immediately connecting with Logan’s eyes and she suddenly feels whole and happy…really happy.
He adjusts himself slightly again, pressing his upper body forward, taking her legs with him that they curled back over her torso that her knees became almost even with her shoulders, her pelvis pointed towards the ceiling allowing her to open up to him more.
“Let go Veronica…”
Logan doesn’t know how much longer he can hang on so he angles himself perfectly that his shaft rubs directly against her swollen clit and with one downward thrust she is pushed over the edge once again and this time she takes Logan with her, chanting each other’s names as their body feels the ripples of the ferocious orgasm tearing through the both of them with the sharpness of a blade.
**CLOSING MUSIC STARTS***
With his last ounce of energy, he begins to remove himself off her, but she stops him.
“I like you where you are,” she says with closed eyes.
Logan doesn’t fight and lies sprawled half over her, their legs tangled, their bodies glistening in sweat.
He plants his ears between her breasts, listening to her heartbeat - a lullaby that eases his worries. Everything she’s against has culminated to this moment and it’s not as scary as she thought it was going to be. Veronica’s made the mistake of simplifying love, but now there are no expectations and the idea of trust is less frightening to her.
“I love you…” she mumbles before relinquishing her drained body to sleep.
Closing Music: Snow Patrol - Make Love to me Forever
Epilogue coming soon...