Fic: Full Circle, NC-17! part 7/? - gertinator
Title: Full Circle, part 7/?
Author: gertinator
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 6544
Rating: NC-17 yay! for pr0n! I have to admit, it's smuttier than I intended. But once I got Logan's pants off, I was inspired ;)
Summary: Epic. Long and getting longer as V and Logan find their way back to each other. And now solve a mystery, too.
Spoilers/Warnings: a little AU but mostly intact including 2.22. Angst ahead...but I put it off for one more chapter so you could have time for a warm after glow. I think I will post the next chapter tonight, too.
A/N: This was written for the loveathons Epic Challenge. Body oil. Also a bit with a key, but I have mentioned keys elsewhere. This is the longest fic I have ever written, and I am realizing how hard it is to stay consistent with quality. I love concrit, but be gentle with me :)
( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) ( part 3 ) ( part 4 ) ( part 5 ) ( part 6 )
Part 7
*******
"Mars!"
"Yes, sir?" Veronica asked, her voice overly obsequious. She leaned out from her cubicle at the sound of her supervisor's shout. Anderson was striding down the hall in his customary "King of the Hill" way. God, she hated that man, but she was stuck with him, and amused herself by facetiously kissing ass. So far he had not realized she was joking, and she briefly wondered if he ever would. Or if he thought she was just giving him the worship he was due.
"Have you finished those transcripts?" Anderson stopped at the entry to her cubicle, towering over her in one big sweaty pile of meat. She could smell the stale perspiration that always lingered around him, and shuddered a little. He was actually a decent supervisor and a competent profiler. He was just a repulsive piece of humanity.
"Yes, *sir*!" responded Veronica, giving her best perky grin and head tilt as she handed him the DVDs burned with both the transcripts and audio files he had given her. Anderson's pet project was to compile as many prison interviews as possible and look for correlations between murderers. He was hoping to create a sort of profiler's database to help in training and in assisting the many police departments with unsolved murders. The project had been started by John Douglas twenty years before and passed on to another agent after he retired. Anderson had expanded the work and expected it to be his legacy. Veronica suspected that he liked it because the murders were already solved and he got to travel a lot. She grudgingly admitted that he was a skilled interviewer, often getting the killers to admit much more than they realized that they had.
Veronica enjoyed the work even though transcribing was a tedious job and really not much more than glorified secretarial work. Still, it was the closest she ever came to contact with the perps. As a junior agent, her work generally consisted of answering hotline calls for profiles and filling out the endless forms that went with them. Most of the police departments that called the FBI profiler hotline just wanted a new angle on a stale case, or had a suspect in mind but lacked evidence. They wanted some extra ammunition to add to a search warrant. Veronica was allowed to field those calls - all recorded, to be reviewed later by Anderson if he was feeling like a dickweed. Which he usually was.
Any really important calls - possible new serial killers, etc. - were to be immediately directed to Anderson. Of course. He especially loved anything where the press was involved and he got a free trip. Veronica had never met anyone so in love with airline travel. She was sure that time away from the missus was the real appeal. On Veronica's first day, Mrs. Anderson stopped by for lunch with her husband. The woman had looked at Veronica like she was a piece of gum on her Manolo Blahniks, and then icily informed her that she shouldn't "get any ideas" about Agent Anderson. Later Veronica heard that Anderson was quite the player but never cruised the FBI offices for fear of tarnishing his career. Veronica thanked the lord for small favors, since Anderson had repulsed her since the very first time he gave her a smarmy smile and shook her hand.
Veronica sighed and discreetly closed the work window she had hidden at the sound of Anderson's voice. If she didn't have the Hearst rapist/killer case as a hobby, she would go crazy. The FBI was certainly not as exciting as it appeared on TV. She had seen more action before she turned eighteen than she had since graduating from the Academy.
Veronica glanced at the clock in the corner of her computer screen. She had half an hour until she was supposed to meet Shannon for lunch. VICAP had emailed notice of a recent rape/murder that involved partial head shaving. She decided to sneak out early and run by the VICAP office to pick up the file. Anderson had already stopped by for his daily torment - uh, "Check-in" - and would spend the rest of the day in his office reviewing the transcripts and filling in his database. Thank god for that database. If Anderson was around more often, she would never get anything done.
*******
Veronica flipped through the new file from VICAP while Shannon got their hot dogs from the cart. The weather was beautifully mild for a May afternoon in DC. Veronica staked out a nice bench out of the wind so they could eat outside. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, and let it out, along with a good portion of her tension. She loved it when Shannon could get free to meet for lunch. They saw very little of each other even though they were in the same department. Then again, if she saw Shannon all day at work, she would probably not want to live with her.
"Extra relish on both of mine," yelled Veronica.
"And a S'kist, " Shannon mimicked over her shoulder. "As if you ever change your order." She handed Veronica's twenty to the hot dog man and pocketed the change, taking the box of hot dogs and adding the condiments as requested.
She returned to Veronica and grumbled, "I don't see why I always get 'dog duty.'"
Veronica grinned and stuffed the file into her leather briefcase. "Because I always pay." She grabbed a dog and took a big bite. She had become familiar enough with crime scene photos that they rarely interfered with her prodigious appetite.
"Well, you eat twice as much as I do. I pay for the morning coffee." Shannon answered with a shrug and a faux innocent smirk. "So what's the file? You seem absorbed. Don't tell me old A-hole Andy gave you a real case?!" Shannon tried to hide her envy behind the joke. Anderson was a jerk, but Veronica's busy work was far better than Shannon's. Shannon endlessly reviewed old files and boxed solved cases that were to be warehoused. The most exciting part of her job was when she got to change the color of ink on her "Case Closed" stamp from black to red.
"It's not official." Veronica looked around quickly to make sure no one was in earshot. "Another head shaving murder, in New York. It's a little different than the others, but I still think it's the same guy." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm calling in sick Friday, and I'm going to fly up to New York to check it out."
Shannon's eyes got wide. She whistled. "You are breaking so many rules, girl. If Anderson figures it out..."
Veronica snorted. "He couldn't find his ass unless I filed a map in triplicate. He'll just assume I'm having 'woman troubles'."
"Well, you have been bitchy lately..." joked Shannon. "Seriously, Mars. You constantly push the limits. Personally, I think it's one of your better qualities... but I worry about you." For all of Shannon's practical jokes, she was actually very much a by-the-book professional. She planned to have a long and illustrious career with the FBI and she was careful not to overstep her bounds. Veronica's pushy maverick ways both intrigued and disturbed her. "Don't you have your review with AD Jackson on Monday?"
"Yeah. It's not until one." Veronica paused. "If this case meshes, I'm going to present the idea that this could be a neophyte serial killer."
Shannon gasped. "Veronica! If she doesn't buy it, this could kill your career."
Veronica's face looked a little grim. "If she doesn't buy it, I'm not sure I want any more to do with this place. It's been two years since we graduated from the academy! All I do is paperwork and the phone hotline and occasionally I get to live vicariously through Anderson's interviews. Has he ever offered to take me on one?" Veronica shook her head in disgust. "No, that privilege goes to James Tilden, ass kisser extraordinaire." Shannon opened her mouth to comment, and Veronica cut her off. "I know, Tilden has a year of seniority and two years of field experience. But Anderson hasn't taken me on one freaking interview in two years! Do you know what it's like to be so close to the game and not allowed to play?" Veronica saw Shannon's expression and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, Shannon. I know it's even worse on your side of the cage. You have a lot more patience than I do."
Shannon seemed to be absorbing Veronica's revelation. "You've thought about this before, haven't you?"
"A little," Veronica admitted, then at Shannon's look. "Okay, a lot. I hate the forms, I hate the cubicle and I hate Anderson."
"Just - just don't do anything rash, okay?" requested Shannon, worried. "Make sure it's what you really want."
"Don't worry, I won't tell AD Jackson off. I'll just do the review, then decide if I should write a resignation letter."
"That's such a relief." Shannon rolled her eyes. "Come on, V. We've put in our time. It'll get better soon."
"Or not." Veronica was not convinced. "I could go work for my Dad. He'd be thrilled, and I'd certainly be a hell of lot more interested in my job." Seeing how upset her friend and room mate was, she added, "I won't do anything without telling you. I promise."
*******
The New York killer, dubbed the Barber Killer by the press, fit the same basic signature as the other murders - and the Hearst Rapist - but there were variations in the MO. For one thing, the girl's head was only partially shaved. That could easily be accounted for by an interruption that sent the killer seeking safety, but considering that seemed to be a prime focus of the crime, it would have had to have been a pretty close call. Veronica saw it as good news. Maybe someone had even seen him, though none of the witnesses she interviewed remembered a man exiting the victim's room.
She also now knew that the guy was killing the girls first, and then taking their hair. He seemed to still be experimenting with methods. The first kill had been by suffocation, and there were a lot of signs of struggle. Veronica guessed that he had not meant to kill that first vic, but she had not fully ingested the Rohypnol and therefore became conscious at some time during the attack. Since part of his pleasure seemed to derive from the fact that the victim was unconscious, he had been forced to use a more directly violent means to subdue her. The second murder, he brought a garrote to strangle the girl, though he still drugged her into an unconscious state first. Apparently, he had tasted murder and decided he liked it.
The NYU student was similar to the two other girls in size, though that was not a surprise. Most serial killers chose tiny, light women because they were much easier to subdue and dispose of. There did not seem to be a pattern of coloring or racial background. One blonde, two brunettes - one white, one asian. She had also been garroted. She had not been to any kind of party before hand, though, and that was what really puzzled Veronica. Still, she thought there was enough evidence tying this to the other murders that she could present it to AD Jackson.
She was so tied up in her thoughts, in analyzing the case yet again from another angle, that she did not hear the familiar voice call out her name.
******
"Veronica?!" Logan was stunned to see the tiny blonde power walking down the street in front of him. His street, in his city, the woman who was no longer his woman, but always would always hold that place in his head. It was as if his recent obsessing about her had conjured her right into his world. Her hair was short again, a professional looking bob and she wore a designer suit, short skirt showing off her shapely legs. She didn't pause at the sound of her name, didn't falter in her singularly focused stride.
Logan ran after her, his long legs allowing him to catch her quickly. He kept reviewing the image in his mind. He was sure it was her even after five years, close to six, since he had really seen her, every detail of her posture, her gestures was unmistakable. He grabbed her arm.
"Veronica?"
She turned and stared at him for a moment, then threw herself in his arms. "Logan, oh my god!"
Logan decided not to question his good fortune. If this was a dream, he would be waking up soon enough anyway. He wrapped his arms around her as she squirmed against him. He pressed kisses into her hair and tried not to let his instant hard on be too obvious. She smelled the same, what was the joke? Marshmellows and promises? But it wasn't her perfume, it was just that smell that had always wrapped around her. Her own personal sweetness. Logan tried not to be too conspicuous as he breathed it in. After all, hair sniffing a girl he hadn't seen in years? Definitely weird.
Minutes stretched on for what felt like hours, felt like forever, until Veronica finally pulled away. She might have wiped a tear from her cheek, he wasn't sure. She studied him for a moment, glancing up and down the length of his frame. Her eyes burned his skin a little and he felt a blush start, remembering the hard on now stiff enough to cut steel, and feeling a bit awkward. It was surely obvious.
"Veronica?" he decided to cut the tension by speaking. "What are you doing here? You don't live here, do you?" Did he sound as eager as he felt?
"No, no, I'm here for a case." She trailed off, ever the discrete agent. "I have a plane out tomorrow." Logan tried to hide his disappointment.
She held his gaze without blinking and he was starting to sweat at the look. Her hand came up to his cheek and then she trailed her fingertips to his hairline, immediately finding the scar most people did not notice. "You look a lot better than the last time I saw you." She smiled, giving him another assessing glance, one that made him hot all over. "If fact, you look fantastic." She licked her lips unconsciously and it felt like a lightening bolt to his groin. Logan would bet his fortune that she'd be naked and under him in less than an hour. That look could not mean anything else. The idea had him reeling.
Then he did a double take. "The last time you..." Realization dawned. "You came to the hospital? I was never sure..." He smirked. "I thought it might have just been a morphine angel..."
Veronica nodded, then glanced around. She seemed to make a decision. She grabbed his hand and began power walking again. "Come with me, I have to make a quick stop..." They didn't say another word for the four blocks it took to get to the police station. Logan chose to stay outside. He had spent enough time in police stations to last the rest of his life.
As the minutes ticked on, time seemed to stretch like some surreal dream, some mushroom fantasy. Was it all just a hallucination? Or would Veronica really walk out of the door in that sassy little suit, staring him down like a lollipop? Logan knew he should slow things down, should talk to her... they had a tendency to rush in without thinking then crash and burn. The physical side of their relationship had never been the problem, but meaningful words, well, they never came easily. He wanted her to know he had changed. He wanted her to know he was In Recovery. He wanted to tell her about Rita and the latest book. He wanted her to stay with him and never leave again.
"Shit, " he said, suddenly remembering where he had been headed before Veronica blind sided him. He pulled out his cell phone and hit "3" on his speed dial. Ruthie was going to kill him. He winced in preparation as he put the phone to his ear.
"Ruth, darling..." Logan winced again as the string of obscenities came at him. "Yes, I know I was supposed to meet you for dinner. I'm sorry. I've had an... an emergency. Yes." He could tell she didn't believe him. Smart woman. "Tomorrow. I will come by tomorrow with the slides." He jingled the box in his pocket. "I promise." More foul language from his scrappy little agent. Logan loved his tiny, feisty women. "Yes, Ruthie," he said contritely. "I know I have been neglecting you. I *do* appreciate that I can pay my rent because of you. You know I love you, darling." He poured on the Echolls charm. She was really pissed. He wasn't producing as many paintings, and they weren't selling as well now that the novelty had worn off. Ruthie didn't know about his alter ego, Larry, or why his interest in painting was lagging. She only knew that she didn't like it, and she was willing to be very verbal about it.
"I promise to kiss ass at the next opening." Ruthie loved to have Logan at openings, it was such a rare event and always brought the curious with fat wallets. "I was on my way and... um, a friend needed me." He laughed ruefully. "I'm outside the police station right now waiting for... him." Best to change the pronoun, or Ruthie would sniff out the truth. "Yes, I know I could have called sooner, but I was... distracted. I'm really sorry. I've gotta go, Ruth. Tomorrow, I promise." He clicked the razor phone shut and jammed it in his pocket, breathing a sigh of relief.
At that moment, the station doors swung open and there she was. Veronica's gaze trapped him and he felt paralyzed. His heart was beating wildly, throbbing in his chest and in his pants. Oh, god did she make the blood rush to his pants. She was even more beautiful now than she had been in college. A full grown woman. Well, a tiny woman with full grown curves and attitude. Logan smirked.
Veronica moved to the sidewalk and quickly flagged down a cab. She laughingly tugged him inside, and said, "Give the nice cabbie your address." Logan looked at her questioningly, then did as he was told. He couldn't even manage to dredge up some snark, he was just too amazed at the situation. Veronica was coming back to his place. Logan was rewarded for his obedience as she slid her hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him forward for a kiss. He eagerly devoured her sweet mouth, losing all track of time and space.
By the time the cabbie pulled up in front of his building, Veronica was on his lap, legs wrapped around him, face flush from his kisses and the scrape of his chin stubble. Logan's brain had stopped functioning a full ten minutes ago. When Veronica pulled away and opened the door, he was left gasping for breath. He shook his head to clear it.
Veronica laughed from the sidewalk, already ahead of him again, and leaned in to hand the cabbie a twenty. She grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him out of the back seat. "Come on, lover. I'm counting on you to lead the way." She sounded like Lilly for a moment, and Logan felt confused and a little sick as the years dropped away.
He shook his head again, the rush of hormones and adrenaline making him dizzy. She was most definitely Veronica and not Lilly, and in all these years, he had never been able to forget her. Logan had waited this long because he needed to get over the past. He had to let it all be past, and looked to the future. He pulled Veronica into a little dance step, managing a good taste of her mouth and landing with her back to the building door. This was Veronica, his tongue confirmed it. He had never forgotten the taste of her. He took his time re-aquainting himself with the shape of her mouth before pulling away to key in his lock code. The door clicked open and he pushed her through. His breath was coming in gasps and he could barely keep from pushing her skirt up and taking her against the wall. He rested his forehead against hers as he struggled for control.
"Veronica, what... what are we doing?"
She giggled, that joyful sexy laugh that always hooked him deep into his chest. "Geez, Logan. It's been a long time, but I would have thought *you* of all people would remember..."
"Very funny, " he said, pulling away. His voice was serious as he asked again, "What is this? We haven't seen each other in years. It... it ended badly, Veronica. But after ten minutes of hellos, we are..." He gestured to his hard on, his halfway unbuttoned shirt, and her own disheveled state. God, she was gorgeous.
Veronica looked hard into his eyes. "This is what it means to be epic, Logan. Stop fighting it and just fucking kiss me." She grabbed his shirt, pulling him close for another mind searing lip lock. In a husky, deep voice, she whispered in his ear, "Now get me to your room or I swear to god, I will strip you naked in this hallway."
Logan reached for the elevator button with a growl, half dancing Veronica into the rough, grated room that had once been a service lift. He hated to take his hand off of her long enough to pull the grate shut and hit the "2" button but the promise of having her alone in his loft made it worthwhile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he boosted her onto the side rail. Her legs locked around his waist. The skirt bunched up and Logan's hands slid along her thighs. When he hit bare skin at the top of her nylons, he ground against her with another half human growl, fingers tightening into flesh. Leave it to Veronica to have a garter belt on under a suit. She had always hated pantyhose. God, he loved this woman.
He wanted to fuse with her, be inside her, be under her skin. He tried to touch her everywhere, a white burning light consuming his mind and creating explosions behind his eyes as his lips and tongue tracked down her neck.
"God, Veronica, " he groaned as he fisted her hair in his hand and pulled her head to the side so he could better access his favorite spot on her neck. The spot that had always made her squirm and whimper... and oh, yes, it still did.
Veronica's hand was hot against the bare skin of his belly, stroking circles around his belly button and teasing the waistband of his pants. She wrestled him from her neck, bit his lower lip, then soothed the bite with her tongue, nipping and exploring his mouth. Logan's weight pressed her to the elevator wall and her hips locked with his, grinding a circular rhythm that made a painful/joyful friction on his cock. "Oh, God," he moaned again. Veronica answered with an incoherent mumble and a sucking sound as she found the lobe of his ear.
Through the haze of pheromones and desire, Logan suddenly realized the lift had stopped. He pulled Veronica tight to him, so he could carry her and pull the door open. Veronica barely noticed the sudden air against her back as Logan turned them and pointed towards his apartment. He pressed her against the wall next to his door, fumbling for his key and trying to shove it into the lock without breaking contact with her lips.
Finally it was a success and they tumbled into the room. Their clothes, already mostly undone, were flung off as they traveled the length of the room in Logan's trademark swirling dance step. It seemed only seconds before Veronica was naked on Logan's bed.
"My god, I need to be inside you..." Logan moaned, sliding his fingers into her wetness and sucking a proprietary brand onto her thigh.
Veronica arched into his hand. "What are you waiting for? Fuck me, Logan, please fuck me. We can do the slow emotional shit later."
Logan shifted into position, kissing his way up Veronica's chest, stopping only for a quick reunion with her nipples. He gave them each a little tweak and nibble and promised to return. His hand reached out for the condom box beside his bed, unconsciously, a reflex... and then he realized. That was his old life. The new Logan Echolls did not keep condoms next to his bed. The new Logan Echolls rarely engaged in casual sex and absolutely did not have women over to his apartment. "Shit." Logan rested his head against Veronica's shoulder and simultaneously cursed the universe and mentally calculated the distance to the nearest convenience store.
"What?" Veronica asked breathlessly, wondering at the delay. She had wanted Logan inside her half an hour ago, and each minute until that happened was an excruciating bit of torture.
"I don't have any condoms, " he groaned into her shoulder. His right hand apparently hadn't gotten the message yet because it was still tickling and teasing Veronica's left nipple.
"What?" she asked again, trying to get her brain to work despite the sensations shooting through her body and making her pelvic muscles clench. Logan's hand stilled and he pulled his head up to look her in the eye.
"I don't have any condoms."
"You don't have any condoms??" Veronica was incredulous.
For a minute, the old Logan was there, the snarky irritable one, and he snapped, "Is there an echo in here? I said I don't." Logan studied her intently and seemed to soften. "I'm not like that anymore, V. It's been a long time since I've... been with a woman. And I've never brought anyone home with me."
Veronica paused, clearly never expecting this development. "You could - you could pull out?" Veronica suggested hesitantly, the war between desire and common sense clearly visible on her face. Meanwhile, her hips continued to grind against him in desperation and need.
Logan was barely sane as he contemplated the options. Her soft skin burned where it pressed to his, and he knew separation would be the equivalent of frostbite. Little Logan was already nestled into the warm wet greenroom of Veronica's thighs and would be crushed to be pulled from performance at such late notice. Veronica unconsciously gripped Logan's ass and bucked against his hips, and the heavenly rubbing that caused made his decision for him.
Logan pulled away, regretfully, painfully. He kissed her lips lightly and scanned the room for his pants. "Once I'm inside you, I'm not leaving." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. His eyes were raw. "I don't have any control right now. It's just too big of risk."
Veronica stared at him in despair. Suddenly, a light seemed to dawn. "Wait!" She looked around frantically. "Where's my briefcase?"
"I don't know." Logan scanned the path of clothes leading to the door. He spotted his pants and walked over to claim them. "I don't even remember you having a brief case." He gave her a cocky grin. "I was a little distracted by your hand down my pants."
"I didn't ever have my hand down your pants, " Veronica corrected with a raised eyebrow. She added jauntily, "I much prefer to just remove them entirely." She continued, "It's either in the lobby or the elevator. I know I didn't leave it in the cab."
"Apparently you were not as distracted as I was, " muttered Logan, faking insult, but still somehow slightly offended. His brain really did shut down around Veronica Mars and it was not fair that hers could still operate, even partially. He tossed his pants down and grabbed a robe instead.
"Women are better at multi-tasking, " Veronica quipped as he belted the robe and headed off in search of the elusive briefcase.
"I plan to research that theory in full detail later," he said over his shoulder.
The briefcase was not in the upstairs hall or the elevator and Logan had a moment of despair. The lift reached the first floor and he saw it on the middle of the floor in the hallway. Veronica had probably dropped it after threatening to strip him naked. His hard on raged back to life at the memory. He quickly grabbed the soft leather bag and then slammed the elevator grate shut impatiently, finally on his way back to Veronica. Logan held the precious package, trying to ignore the niggling voice that asked, "Why does Veronica have condoms in her briefcase?"
Veronica was waiting at the door, still naked, and ripped the briefcase from his hands. She flipped it open and rummaged through the pockets. She pulled a ziploc from some inner depths and held it triumphantly in the air, before racing back to the bed.
Logan raised an eyebrow, already shedding the robe and chasing her. "Please tell me that's not evidence. At this point, I wouldn't necessarily turn them down, but..."
Veronica laughed. "Nope, my roommate Shannon planted them as a joke. She's sneaky like that. And I have never loved her so much in my life. Do you want to start with vanilla or chocolate?" Veronica dangled a condom from each hand, her face all challenge and seduction. "There's also flavored body oil for later."
"Thank you, Shannon!" Logan blindly grabbed a condom, pushing Veronica to the bed and straddling her, his teeth ripping the square open, discarding the package once condom was in hand. In one fluid motion, the candy condom covered his cock and he buried himself inside her. "We'll make it through all 31 flavors before I'm done tonight." He held her tight, amazed at the relief of once more being gripped in her snug flesh. "How was that for multitasking?" he whispered in her ear. He tried not to notice the stinging in his eyes and the furious pounding of his heart as he started thrusting. "Home again, " he sighed. God, she fit him perfectly.
Logan trapped Veronica underneath him, hands locked above her head, body stretched in one gloriously long curve that rubbed in all the right places. He took possession, reclaimed her. He had meant it that once he was inside, he was never leaving. This was where he belonged and they both knew it. Each thrust echoed in his head with, "Mine, Mine, Mine." He didn't care if that made him barely more than a Neanderthal. He had been called much worse. And never for such a good reason.
*****
Logan caressed Veronica's shoulder as she lay curled up against him. "V? Ronnie?" He tried out nicknames unused for so many years. "I think, " he chuckled ruefully. "It might be time for some of that emotional shit. We've got a lot to talk about..."
"Hmmm...mmm," agreed Veronica, rubbing her hand across his chest in a way that did not really invite coherent thought. She nuzzled her head against him, enjoying the sensation, and breathed in his smell. Her eyes slowly opened, and she gave him a sexy, lazy smile. "We sure do need to 'talk'..." she planted little butterfly kisses across his chest. Her hand tickled its way down his belly and into the thick hair below. "But that's what phones are for..." She felt him hard in her hand and was a little surprised that he was had already recharged. "I have to catch a plane in a few hours and I then I will be much too far away to do this..." She straddled Logan and began to rub against him, purring like a cat. He was overcome with sensation as her skin teased his all over with delicious friction.
"Veronica -" Logan protested half heartedly. He really had no will power when it came to Veronica, especially when she was naked. She always got what she wanted. Logan decided he would tell her the things he wanted to say in other ways, and he rolled them over so he was on top. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment, and then began to use his hands and lips to show her how much he missed her, how important she had been to him all of these years... how much he still loved her.
Veronica felt the change in mood and it brought tears to her eyes. She and Logan had always had a sort of insatiable lust for each other, but there was also this flip side. The tenderness and vulnerability that he refused to show to anyone else, and her own emotional frailty that she so adamantly refused to recognize. They had already fucked out their desperate need for each other after all these years. Now it was time to remember the love they had never given up.
******
"Mmmmm. Strawberries." Veronica's tongue flickered over Logan's soft cock again, and she watched it grow magically before her eyes. She glanced up at him, amused that he was still asleep. With a naughty smile, she settled herself in, pillowed against his thigh. She took Little Logan into her hand, gently stroking. For a moment she was awed by the image - her white hand, silver rings, contrasting against his dark, blood flushed skin. The last several hours had been completely surreal, a beautiful hallucination.
Veronica stroked Little Logan some more, encouraging him to his full potential. Big Logan let out a low moan and squirmed a bit, but did not open his eyes. Veronica giggled and repositioned herself so that she could take Logan's cock fully into her mouth. "Mmmmm." She fisted one hand around the base, again marveling at the beauty of this piece of him and the contrast between their skin. She let her saliva soak him, knowing he'd have rude comments later about her making puddles in the bed, but enjoy himself fully in the moment. When his cock was nice and slick, she began to pump it slowly, tracking her hand's movements with her mouth. She felt the silky soft head rub the back of her throat, and her lips tingled from the friction with the shaft. She kept her eyes on Logan's face as his moans increased, waiting for him to acknowledge her.
Logan clutched at the blankets with his outstretched hands, moving his hips in rhythm to Veronica's mouth. Suddenly his eyes flew open, and Veronica could feel her smile stretch around his cock. Aha. Awake now. Logan's body tensed for a moment, then relaxed and he slid a hand over to tangle in her hair. "Now this is the way a man likes to wake up..." He murmured. "Whatcha doing down there, oh, tiny blonde one?" She sucked hard in response, making him gasp. The hand in her hair tightened its grasp. "Oooh," he agreed. "That." His hips bucked a little and his eyes rolled back. "I do so like it when you do that."
Veronica decided he should not be talking so much and increased her pace in a way that would render Logan speechless. She used the hand that had been bracing against the bed to grip his balls and tug gently, and judging by the loud moans that elicited, she was sure she had succeeded in shutting down the verbal center of his brain completely. Not an easy feat for any mere mortal.
A feeling of raw power swept through Veronica as she played Logan like a fine instrument, relishing the variety of mewls and growls she could bring forth just by changing her grip slightly, by using her lips and tongue and a little bit of suction. She had a plane to catch in less than eight hours, a presentation to give in Washington DC in about twelve hours, but all that mattered to her was the man underneath her. She worshiped him with her mouth, lost to all but the sensation of wet friction between them. She rubbed sensitized lips over silky skin, brushing him against her cheek, her chin. She found the spot just below the head that she knew made him see stars and tickled it with her tongue. He almost bucked her off as he swore, "Christ, woman! You're killing me!" She grinned. Couldn't keep Logan speechless for long. And she knew it wasn't really a complaint.
Veronica repositioned herself so that her dripping pussy could get some satisfaction rubbing against his leg. She felt a moment of embarrassment but a girl had to look after herself, after all. The fact that she was getting off rubbing against Logan while sucking him seemed to turn him on anyway, if the intense noises were any indication. She used her free hand to grope around for an unused condom. She knew they were scattered somewhere to her left just off the bed. Eventually, her hand grasped one. She clutched it tightly as the spasm hit her, deep throating Logan as she came against him.
After a moment of resting her cheek on his thigh and gently sucking him like a baby with a bottle, Veronica rolled the rubber over his cock. Logan opened his eyes at the familiar sensation, and propped himself up on his arms to watch her straddle him. "I love it when you take charge, " he grinned.
Veronica impaled herself on him, feeling of connection that went much deeper than the mere physical joining them together. After all of these years, their bodies still knew each other and the pieces they were fit perfectly together. She rode the wave of her orgasm, pelvic muscles clenching around Logan as she pumped. This was so much more than a biological need, more like a spiritual imperative. A need to join to this man, not just any man, but Logan. In this moment, she recognized the flat emptiness of the years without him and vowed to make it work however she could. He clutched her tightly as he came and she wondered why on earth they had stayed apart so long.
Author: gertinator
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 6544
Rating: NC-17 yay! for pr0n! I have to admit, it's smuttier than I intended. But once I got Logan's pants off, I was inspired ;)
Summary: Epic. Long and getting longer as V and Logan find their way back to each other. And now solve a mystery, too.
Spoilers/Warnings: a little AU but mostly intact including 2.22. Angst ahead...but I put it off for one more chapter so you could have time for a warm after glow. I think I will post the next chapter tonight, too.
A/N: This was written for the loveathons Epic Challenge. Body oil. Also a bit with a key, but I have mentioned keys elsewhere. This is the longest fic I have ever written, and I am realizing how hard it is to stay consistent with quality. I love concrit, but be gentle with me :)
( part 1 ) ( part 2 ) ( part 3 ) ( part 4 ) ( part 5 ) ( part 6 )
Part 7
*******
"Mars!"
"Yes, sir?" Veronica asked, her voice overly obsequious. She leaned out from her cubicle at the sound of her supervisor's shout. Anderson was striding down the hall in his customary "King of the Hill" way. God, she hated that man, but she was stuck with him, and amused herself by facetiously kissing ass. So far he had not realized she was joking, and she briefly wondered if he ever would. Or if he thought she was just giving him the worship he was due.
"Have you finished those transcripts?" Anderson stopped at the entry to her cubicle, towering over her in one big sweaty pile of meat. She could smell the stale perspiration that always lingered around him, and shuddered a little. He was actually a decent supervisor and a competent profiler. He was just a repulsive piece of humanity.
"Yes, *sir*!" responded Veronica, giving her best perky grin and head tilt as she handed him the DVDs burned with both the transcripts and audio files he had given her. Anderson's pet project was to compile as many prison interviews as possible and look for correlations between murderers. He was hoping to create a sort of profiler's database to help in training and in assisting the many police departments with unsolved murders. The project had been started by John Douglas twenty years before and passed on to another agent after he retired. Anderson had expanded the work and expected it to be his legacy. Veronica suspected that he liked it because the murders were already solved and he got to travel a lot. She grudgingly admitted that he was a skilled interviewer, often getting the killers to admit much more than they realized that they had.
Veronica enjoyed the work even though transcribing was a tedious job and really not much more than glorified secretarial work. Still, it was the closest she ever came to contact with the perps. As a junior agent, her work generally consisted of answering hotline calls for profiles and filling out the endless forms that went with them. Most of the police departments that called the FBI profiler hotline just wanted a new angle on a stale case, or had a suspect in mind but lacked evidence. They wanted some extra ammunition to add to a search warrant. Veronica was allowed to field those calls - all recorded, to be reviewed later by Anderson if he was feeling like a dickweed. Which he usually was.
Any really important calls - possible new serial killers, etc. - were to be immediately directed to Anderson. Of course. He especially loved anything where the press was involved and he got a free trip. Veronica had never met anyone so in love with airline travel. She was sure that time away from the missus was the real appeal. On Veronica's first day, Mrs. Anderson stopped by for lunch with her husband. The woman had looked at Veronica like she was a piece of gum on her Manolo Blahniks, and then icily informed her that she shouldn't "get any ideas" about Agent Anderson. Later Veronica heard that Anderson was quite the player but never cruised the FBI offices for fear of tarnishing his career. Veronica thanked the lord for small favors, since Anderson had repulsed her since the very first time he gave her a smarmy smile and shook her hand.
Veronica sighed and discreetly closed the work window she had hidden at the sound of Anderson's voice. If she didn't have the Hearst rapist/killer case as a hobby, she would go crazy. The FBI was certainly not as exciting as it appeared on TV. She had seen more action before she turned eighteen than she had since graduating from the Academy.
Veronica glanced at the clock in the corner of her computer screen. She had half an hour until she was supposed to meet Shannon for lunch. VICAP had emailed notice of a recent rape/murder that involved partial head shaving. She decided to sneak out early and run by the VICAP office to pick up the file. Anderson had already stopped by for his daily torment - uh, "Check-in" - and would spend the rest of the day in his office reviewing the transcripts and filling in his database. Thank god for that database. If Anderson was around more often, she would never get anything done.
*******
Veronica flipped through the new file from VICAP while Shannon got their hot dogs from the cart. The weather was beautifully mild for a May afternoon in DC. Veronica staked out a nice bench out of the wind so they could eat outside. She took a deep breath of the fresh air, and let it out, along with a good portion of her tension. She loved it when Shannon could get free to meet for lunch. They saw very little of each other even though they were in the same department. Then again, if she saw Shannon all day at work, she would probably not want to live with her.
"Extra relish on both of mine," yelled Veronica.
"And a S'kist, " Shannon mimicked over her shoulder. "As if you ever change your order." She handed Veronica's twenty to the hot dog man and pocketed the change, taking the box of hot dogs and adding the condiments as requested.
She returned to Veronica and grumbled, "I don't see why I always get 'dog duty.'"
Veronica grinned and stuffed the file into her leather briefcase. "Because I always pay." She grabbed a dog and took a big bite. She had become familiar enough with crime scene photos that they rarely interfered with her prodigious appetite.
"Well, you eat twice as much as I do. I pay for the morning coffee." Shannon answered with a shrug and a faux innocent smirk. "So what's the file? You seem absorbed. Don't tell me old A-hole Andy gave you a real case?!" Shannon tried to hide her envy behind the joke. Anderson was a jerk, but Veronica's busy work was far better than Shannon's. Shannon endlessly reviewed old files and boxed solved cases that were to be warehoused. The most exciting part of her job was when she got to change the color of ink on her "Case Closed" stamp from black to red.
"It's not official." Veronica looked around quickly to make sure no one was in earshot. "Another head shaving murder, in New York. It's a little different than the others, but I still think it's the same guy." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I'm calling in sick Friday, and I'm going to fly up to New York to check it out."
Shannon's eyes got wide. She whistled. "You are breaking so many rules, girl. If Anderson figures it out..."
Veronica snorted. "He couldn't find his ass unless I filed a map in triplicate. He'll just assume I'm having 'woman troubles'."
"Well, you have been bitchy lately..." joked Shannon. "Seriously, Mars. You constantly push the limits. Personally, I think it's one of your better qualities... but I worry about you." For all of Shannon's practical jokes, she was actually very much a by-the-book professional. She planned to have a long and illustrious career with the FBI and she was careful not to overstep her bounds. Veronica's pushy maverick ways both intrigued and disturbed her. "Don't you have your review with AD Jackson on Monday?"
"Yeah. It's not until one." Veronica paused. "If this case meshes, I'm going to present the idea that this could be a neophyte serial killer."
Shannon gasped. "Veronica! If she doesn't buy it, this could kill your career."
Veronica's face looked a little grim. "If she doesn't buy it, I'm not sure I want any more to do with this place. It's been two years since we graduated from the academy! All I do is paperwork and the phone hotline and occasionally I get to live vicariously through Anderson's interviews. Has he ever offered to take me on one?" Veronica shook her head in disgust. "No, that privilege goes to James Tilden, ass kisser extraordinaire." Shannon opened her mouth to comment, and Veronica cut her off. "I know, Tilden has a year of seniority and two years of field experience. But Anderson hasn't taken me on one freaking interview in two years! Do you know what it's like to be so close to the game and not allowed to play?" Veronica saw Shannon's expression and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry, Shannon. I know it's even worse on your side of the cage. You have a lot more patience than I do."
Shannon seemed to be absorbing Veronica's revelation. "You've thought about this before, haven't you?"
"A little," Veronica admitted, then at Shannon's look. "Okay, a lot. I hate the forms, I hate the cubicle and I hate Anderson."
"Just - just don't do anything rash, okay?" requested Shannon, worried. "Make sure it's what you really want."
"Don't worry, I won't tell AD Jackson off. I'll just do the review, then decide if I should write a resignation letter."
"That's such a relief." Shannon rolled her eyes. "Come on, V. We've put in our time. It'll get better soon."
"Or not." Veronica was not convinced. "I could go work for my Dad. He'd be thrilled, and I'd certainly be a hell of lot more interested in my job." Seeing how upset her friend and room mate was, she added, "I won't do anything without telling you. I promise."
*******
The New York killer, dubbed the Barber Killer by the press, fit the same basic signature as the other murders - and the Hearst Rapist - but there were variations in the MO. For one thing, the girl's head was only partially shaved. That could easily be accounted for by an interruption that sent the killer seeking safety, but considering that seemed to be a prime focus of the crime, it would have had to have been a pretty close call. Veronica saw it as good news. Maybe someone had even seen him, though none of the witnesses she interviewed remembered a man exiting the victim's room.
She also now knew that the guy was killing the girls first, and then taking their hair. He seemed to still be experimenting with methods. The first kill had been by suffocation, and there were a lot of signs of struggle. Veronica guessed that he had not meant to kill that first vic, but she had not fully ingested the Rohypnol and therefore became conscious at some time during the attack. Since part of his pleasure seemed to derive from the fact that the victim was unconscious, he had been forced to use a more directly violent means to subdue her. The second murder, he brought a garrote to strangle the girl, though he still drugged her into an unconscious state first. Apparently, he had tasted murder and decided he liked it.
The NYU student was similar to the two other girls in size, though that was not a surprise. Most serial killers chose tiny, light women because they were much easier to subdue and dispose of. There did not seem to be a pattern of coloring or racial background. One blonde, two brunettes - one white, one asian. She had also been garroted. She had not been to any kind of party before hand, though, and that was what really puzzled Veronica. Still, she thought there was enough evidence tying this to the other murders that she could present it to AD Jackson.
She was so tied up in her thoughts, in analyzing the case yet again from another angle, that she did not hear the familiar voice call out her name.
******
"Veronica?!" Logan was stunned to see the tiny blonde power walking down the street in front of him. His street, in his city, the woman who was no longer his woman, but always would always hold that place in his head. It was as if his recent obsessing about her had conjured her right into his world. Her hair was short again, a professional looking bob and she wore a designer suit, short skirt showing off her shapely legs. She didn't pause at the sound of her name, didn't falter in her singularly focused stride.
Logan ran after her, his long legs allowing him to catch her quickly. He kept reviewing the image in his mind. He was sure it was her even after five years, close to six, since he had really seen her, every detail of her posture, her gestures was unmistakable. He grabbed her arm.
"Veronica?"
She turned and stared at him for a moment, then threw herself in his arms. "Logan, oh my god!"
Logan decided not to question his good fortune. If this was a dream, he would be waking up soon enough anyway. He wrapped his arms around her as she squirmed against him. He pressed kisses into her hair and tried not to let his instant hard on be too obvious. She smelled the same, what was the joke? Marshmellows and promises? But it wasn't her perfume, it was just that smell that had always wrapped around her. Her own personal sweetness. Logan tried not to be too conspicuous as he breathed it in. After all, hair sniffing a girl he hadn't seen in years? Definitely weird.
Minutes stretched on for what felt like hours, felt like forever, until Veronica finally pulled away. She might have wiped a tear from her cheek, he wasn't sure. She studied him for a moment, glancing up and down the length of his frame. Her eyes burned his skin a little and he felt a blush start, remembering the hard on now stiff enough to cut steel, and feeling a bit awkward. It was surely obvious.
"Veronica?" he decided to cut the tension by speaking. "What are you doing here? You don't live here, do you?" Did he sound as eager as he felt?
"No, no, I'm here for a case." She trailed off, ever the discrete agent. "I have a plane out tomorrow." Logan tried to hide his disappointment.
She held his gaze without blinking and he was starting to sweat at the look. Her hand came up to his cheek and then she trailed her fingertips to his hairline, immediately finding the scar most people did not notice. "You look a lot better than the last time I saw you." She smiled, giving him another assessing glance, one that made him hot all over. "If fact, you look fantastic." She licked her lips unconsciously and it felt like a lightening bolt to his groin. Logan would bet his fortune that she'd be naked and under him in less than an hour. That look could not mean anything else. The idea had him reeling.
Then he did a double take. "The last time you..." Realization dawned. "You came to the hospital? I was never sure..." He smirked. "I thought it might have just been a morphine angel..."
Veronica nodded, then glanced around. She seemed to make a decision. She grabbed his hand and began power walking again. "Come with me, I have to make a quick stop..." They didn't say another word for the four blocks it took to get to the police station. Logan chose to stay outside. He had spent enough time in police stations to last the rest of his life.
As the minutes ticked on, time seemed to stretch like some surreal dream, some mushroom fantasy. Was it all just a hallucination? Or would Veronica really walk out of the door in that sassy little suit, staring him down like a lollipop? Logan knew he should slow things down, should talk to her... they had a tendency to rush in without thinking then crash and burn. The physical side of their relationship had never been the problem, but meaningful words, well, they never came easily. He wanted her to know he had changed. He wanted her to know he was In Recovery. He wanted to tell her about Rita and the latest book. He wanted her to stay with him and never leave again.
"Shit, " he said, suddenly remembering where he had been headed before Veronica blind sided him. He pulled out his cell phone and hit "3" on his speed dial. Ruthie was going to kill him. He winced in preparation as he put the phone to his ear.
"Ruth, darling..." Logan winced again as the string of obscenities came at him. "Yes, I know I was supposed to meet you for dinner. I'm sorry. I've had an... an emergency. Yes." He could tell she didn't believe him. Smart woman. "Tomorrow. I will come by tomorrow with the slides." He jingled the box in his pocket. "I promise." More foul language from his scrappy little agent. Logan loved his tiny, feisty women. "Yes, Ruthie," he said contritely. "I know I have been neglecting you. I *do* appreciate that I can pay my rent because of you. You know I love you, darling." He poured on the Echolls charm. She was really pissed. He wasn't producing as many paintings, and they weren't selling as well now that the novelty had worn off. Ruthie didn't know about his alter ego, Larry, or why his interest in painting was lagging. She only knew that she didn't like it, and she was willing to be very verbal about it.
"I promise to kiss ass at the next opening." Ruthie loved to have Logan at openings, it was such a rare event and always brought the curious with fat wallets. "I was on my way and... um, a friend needed me." He laughed ruefully. "I'm outside the police station right now waiting for... him." Best to change the pronoun, or Ruthie would sniff out the truth. "Yes, I know I could have called sooner, but I was... distracted. I'm really sorry. I've gotta go, Ruth. Tomorrow, I promise." He clicked the razor phone shut and jammed it in his pocket, breathing a sigh of relief.
At that moment, the station doors swung open and there she was. Veronica's gaze trapped him and he felt paralyzed. His heart was beating wildly, throbbing in his chest and in his pants. Oh, god did she make the blood rush to his pants. She was even more beautiful now than she had been in college. A full grown woman. Well, a tiny woman with full grown curves and attitude. Logan smirked.
Veronica moved to the sidewalk and quickly flagged down a cab. She laughingly tugged him inside, and said, "Give the nice cabbie your address." Logan looked at her questioningly, then did as he was told. He couldn't even manage to dredge up some snark, he was just too amazed at the situation. Veronica was coming back to his place. Logan was rewarded for his obedience as she slid her hand around to the back of his neck and pulled him forward for a kiss. He eagerly devoured her sweet mouth, losing all track of time and space.
By the time the cabbie pulled up in front of his building, Veronica was on his lap, legs wrapped around him, face flush from his kisses and the scrape of his chin stubble. Logan's brain had stopped functioning a full ten minutes ago. When Veronica pulled away and opened the door, he was left gasping for breath. He shook his head to clear it.
Veronica laughed from the sidewalk, already ahead of him again, and leaned in to hand the cabbie a twenty. She grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him out of the back seat. "Come on, lover. I'm counting on you to lead the way." She sounded like Lilly for a moment, and Logan felt confused and a little sick as the years dropped away.
He shook his head again, the rush of hormones and adrenaline making him dizzy. She was most definitely Veronica and not Lilly, and in all these years, he had never been able to forget her. Logan had waited this long because he needed to get over the past. He had to let it all be past, and looked to the future. He pulled Veronica into a little dance step, managing a good taste of her mouth and landing with her back to the building door. This was Veronica, his tongue confirmed it. He had never forgotten the taste of her. He took his time re-aquainting himself with the shape of her mouth before pulling away to key in his lock code. The door clicked open and he pushed her through. His breath was coming in gasps and he could barely keep from pushing her skirt up and taking her against the wall. He rested his forehead against hers as he struggled for control.
"Veronica, what... what are we doing?"
She giggled, that joyful sexy laugh that always hooked him deep into his chest. "Geez, Logan. It's been a long time, but I would have thought *you* of all people would remember..."
"Very funny, " he said, pulling away. His voice was serious as he asked again, "What is this? We haven't seen each other in years. It... it ended badly, Veronica. But after ten minutes of hellos, we are..." He gestured to his hard on, his halfway unbuttoned shirt, and her own disheveled state. God, she was gorgeous.
Veronica looked hard into his eyes. "This is what it means to be epic, Logan. Stop fighting it and just fucking kiss me." She grabbed his shirt, pulling him close for another mind searing lip lock. In a husky, deep voice, she whispered in his ear, "Now get me to your room or I swear to god, I will strip you naked in this hallway."
Logan reached for the elevator button with a growl, half dancing Veronica into the rough, grated room that had once been a service lift. He hated to take his hand off of her long enough to pull the grate shut and hit the "2" button but the promise of having her alone in his loft made it worthwhile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he boosted her onto the side rail. Her legs locked around his waist. The skirt bunched up and Logan's hands slid along her thighs. When he hit bare skin at the top of her nylons, he ground against her with another half human growl, fingers tightening into flesh. Leave it to Veronica to have a garter belt on under a suit. She had always hated pantyhose. God, he loved this woman.
He wanted to fuse with her, be inside her, be under her skin. He tried to touch her everywhere, a white burning light consuming his mind and creating explosions behind his eyes as his lips and tongue tracked down her neck.
"God, Veronica, " he groaned as he fisted her hair in his hand and pulled her head to the side so he could better access his favorite spot on her neck. The spot that had always made her squirm and whimper... and oh, yes, it still did.
Veronica's hand was hot against the bare skin of his belly, stroking circles around his belly button and teasing the waistband of his pants. She wrestled him from her neck, bit his lower lip, then soothed the bite with her tongue, nipping and exploring his mouth. Logan's weight pressed her to the elevator wall and her hips locked with his, grinding a circular rhythm that made a painful/joyful friction on his cock. "Oh, God," he moaned again. Veronica answered with an incoherent mumble and a sucking sound as she found the lobe of his ear.
Through the haze of pheromones and desire, Logan suddenly realized the lift had stopped. He pulled Veronica tight to him, so he could carry her and pull the door open. Veronica barely noticed the sudden air against her back as Logan turned them and pointed towards his apartment. He pressed her against the wall next to his door, fumbling for his key and trying to shove it into the lock without breaking contact with her lips.
Finally it was a success and they tumbled into the room. Their clothes, already mostly undone, were flung off as they traveled the length of the room in Logan's trademark swirling dance step. It seemed only seconds before Veronica was naked on Logan's bed.
"My god, I need to be inside you..." Logan moaned, sliding his fingers into her wetness and sucking a proprietary brand onto her thigh.
Veronica arched into his hand. "What are you waiting for? Fuck me, Logan, please fuck me. We can do the slow emotional shit later."
Logan shifted into position, kissing his way up Veronica's chest, stopping only for a quick reunion with her nipples. He gave them each a little tweak and nibble and promised to return. His hand reached out for the condom box beside his bed, unconsciously, a reflex... and then he realized. That was his old life. The new Logan Echolls did not keep condoms next to his bed. The new Logan Echolls rarely engaged in casual sex and absolutely did not have women over to his apartment. "Shit." Logan rested his head against Veronica's shoulder and simultaneously cursed the universe and mentally calculated the distance to the nearest convenience store.
"What?" Veronica asked breathlessly, wondering at the delay. She had wanted Logan inside her half an hour ago, and each minute until that happened was an excruciating bit of torture.
"I don't have any condoms, " he groaned into her shoulder. His right hand apparently hadn't gotten the message yet because it was still tickling and teasing Veronica's left nipple.
"What?" she asked again, trying to get her brain to work despite the sensations shooting through her body and making her pelvic muscles clench. Logan's hand stilled and he pulled his head up to look her in the eye.
"I don't have any condoms."
"You don't have any condoms??" Veronica was incredulous.
For a minute, the old Logan was there, the snarky irritable one, and he snapped, "Is there an echo in here? I said I don't." Logan studied her intently and seemed to soften. "I'm not like that anymore, V. It's been a long time since I've... been with a woman. And I've never brought anyone home with me."
Veronica paused, clearly never expecting this development. "You could - you could pull out?" Veronica suggested hesitantly, the war between desire and common sense clearly visible on her face. Meanwhile, her hips continued to grind against him in desperation and need.
Logan was barely sane as he contemplated the options. Her soft skin burned where it pressed to his, and he knew separation would be the equivalent of frostbite. Little Logan was already nestled into the warm wet greenroom of Veronica's thighs and would be crushed to be pulled from performance at such late notice. Veronica unconsciously gripped Logan's ass and bucked against his hips, and the heavenly rubbing that caused made his decision for him.
Logan pulled away, regretfully, painfully. He kissed her lips lightly and scanned the room for his pants. "Once I'm inside you, I'm not leaving." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. His eyes were raw. "I don't have any control right now. It's just too big of risk."
Veronica stared at him in despair. Suddenly, a light seemed to dawn. "Wait!" She looked around frantically. "Where's my briefcase?"
"I don't know." Logan scanned the path of clothes leading to the door. He spotted his pants and walked over to claim them. "I don't even remember you having a brief case." He gave her a cocky grin. "I was a little distracted by your hand down my pants."
"I didn't ever have my hand down your pants, " Veronica corrected with a raised eyebrow. She added jauntily, "I much prefer to just remove them entirely." She continued, "It's either in the lobby or the elevator. I know I didn't leave it in the cab."
"Apparently you were not as distracted as I was, " muttered Logan, faking insult, but still somehow slightly offended. His brain really did shut down around Veronica Mars and it was not fair that hers could still operate, even partially. He tossed his pants down and grabbed a robe instead.
"Women are better at multi-tasking, " Veronica quipped as he belted the robe and headed off in search of the elusive briefcase.
"I plan to research that theory in full detail later," he said over his shoulder.
The briefcase was not in the upstairs hall or the elevator and Logan had a moment of despair. The lift reached the first floor and he saw it on the middle of the floor in the hallway. Veronica had probably dropped it after threatening to strip him naked. His hard on raged back to life at the memory. He quickly grabbed the soft leather bag and then slammed the elevator grate shut impatiently, finally on his way back to Veronica. Logan held the precious package, trying to ignore the niggling voice that asked, "Why does Veronica have condoms in her briefcase?"
Veronica was waiting at the door, still naked, and ripped the briefcase from his hands. She flipped it open and rummaged through the pockets. She pulled a ziploc from some inner depths and held it triumphantly in the air, before racing back to the bed.
Logan raised an eyebrow, already shedding the robe and chasing her. "Please tell me that's not evidence. At this point, I wouldn't necessarily turn them down, but..."
Veronica laughed. "Nope, my roommate Shannon planted them as a joke. She's sneaky like that. And I have never loved her so much in my life. Do you want to start with vanilla or chocolate?" Veronica dangled a condom from each hand, her face all challenge and seduction. "There's also flavored body oil for later."
"Thank you, Shannon!" Logan blindly grabbed a condom, pushing Veronica to the bed and straddling her, his teeth ripping the square open, discarding the package once condom was in hand. In one fluid motion, the candy condom covered his cock and he buried himself inside her. "We'll make it through all 31 flavors before I'm done tonight." He held her tight, amazed at the relief of once more being gripped in her snug flesh. "How was that for multitasking?" he whispered in her ear. He tried not to notice the stinging in his eyes and the furious pounding of his heart as he started thrusting. "Home again, " he sighed. God, she fit him perfectly.
Logan trapped Veronica underneath him, hands locked above her head, body stretched in one gloriously long curve that rubbed in all the right places. He took possession, reclaimed her. He had meant it that once he was inside, he was never leaving. This was where he belonged and they both knew it. Each thrust echoed in his head with, "Mine, Mine, Mine." He didn't care if that made him barely more than a Neanderthal. He had been called much worse. And never for such a good reason.
*****
Logan caressed Veronica's shoulder as she lay curled up against him. "V? Ronnie?" He tried out nicknames unused for so many years. "I think, " he chuckled ruefully. "It might be time for some of that emotional shit. We've got a lot to talk about..."
"Hmmm...mmm," agreed Veronica, rubbing her hand across his chest in a way that did not really invite coherent thought. She nuzzled her head against him, enjoying the sensation, and breathed in his smell. Her eyes slowly opened, and she gave him a sexy, lazy smile. "We sure do need to 'talk'..." she planted little butterfly kisses across his chest. Her hand tickled its way down his belly and into the thick hair below. "But that's what phones are for..." She felt him hard in her hand and was a little surprised that he was had already recharged. "I have to catch a plane in a few hours and I then I will be much too far away to do this..." She straddled Logan and began to rub against him, purring like a cat. He was overcome with sensation as her skin teased his all over with delicious friction.
"Veronica -" Logan protested half heartedly. He really had no will power when it came to Veronica, especially when she was naked. She always got what she wanted. Logan decided he would tell her the things he wanted to say in other ways, and he rolled them over so he was on top. He looked deeply into her eyes for a moment, and then began to use his hands and lips to show her how much he missed her, how important she had been to him all of these years... how much he still loved her.
Veronica felt the change in mood and it brought tears to her eyes. She and Logan had always had a sort of insatiable lust for each other, but there was also this flip side. The tenderness and vulnerability that he refused to show to anyone else, and her own emotional frailty that she so adamantly refused to recognize. They had already fucked out their desperate need for each other after all these years. Now it was time to remember the love they had never given up.
******
"Mmmmm. Strawberries." Veronica's tongue flickered over Logan's soft cock again, and she watched it grow magically before her eyes. She glanced up at him, amused that he was still asleep. With a naughty smile, she settled herself in, pillowed against his thigh. She took Little Logan into her hand, gently stroking. For a moment she was awed by the image - her white hand, silver rings, contrasting against his dark, blood flushed skin. The last several hours had been completely surreal, a beautiful hallucination.
Veronica stroked Little Logan some more, encouraging him to his full potential. Big Logan let out a low moan and squirmed a bit, but did not open his eyes. Veronica giggled and repositioned herself so that she could take Logan's cock fully into her mouth. "Mmmmm." She fisted one hand around the base, again marveling at the beauty of this piece of him and the contrast between their skin. She let her saliva soak him, knowing he'd have rude comments later about her making puddles in the bed, but enjoy himself fully in the moment. When his cock was nice and slick, she began to pump it slowly, tracking her hand's movements with her mouth. She felt the silky soft head rub the back of her throat, and her lips tingled from the friction with the shaft. She kept her eyes on Logan's face as his moans increased, waiting for him to acknowledge her.
Logan clutched at the blankets with his outstretched hands, moving his hips in rhythm to Veronica's mouth. Suddenly his eyes flew open, and Veronica could feel her smile stretch around his cock. Aha. Awake now. Logan's body tensed for a moment, then relaxed and he slid a hand over to tangle in her hair. "Now this is the way a man likes to wake up..." He murmured. "Whatcha doing down there, oh, tiny blonde one?" She sucked hard in response, making him gasp. The hand in her hair tightened its grasp. "Oooh," he agreed. "That." His hips bucked a little and his eyes rolled back. "I do so like it when you do that."
Veronica decided he should not be talking so much and increased her pace in a way that would render Logan speechless. She used the hand that had been bracing against the bed to grip his balls and tug gently, and judging by the loud moans that elicited, she was sure she had succeeded in shutting down the verbal center of his brain completely. Not an easy feat for any mere mortal.
A feeling of raw power swept through Veronica as she played Logan like a fine instrument, relishing the variety of mewls and growls she could bring forth just by changing her grip slightly, by using her lips and tongue and a little bit of suction. She had a plane to catch in less than eight hours, a presentation to give in Washington DC in about twelve hours, but all that mattered to her was the man underneath her. She worshiped him with her mouth, lost to all but the sensation of wet friction between them. She rubbed sensitized lips over silky skin, brushing him against her cheek, her chin. She found the spot just below the head that she knew made him see stars and tickled it with her tongue. He almost bucked her off as he swore, "Christ, woman! You're killing me!" She grinned. Couldn't keep Logan speechless for long. And she knew it wasn't really a complaint.
Veronica repositioned herself so that her dripping pussy could get some satisfaction rubbing against his leg. She felt a moment of embarrassment but a girl had to look after herself, after all. The fact that she was getting off rubbing against Logan while sucking him seemed to turn him on anyway, if the intense noises were any indication. She used her free hand to grope around for an unused condom. She knew they were scattered somewhere to her left just off the bed. Eventually, her hand grasped one. She clutched it tightly as the spasm hit her, deep throating Logan as she came against him.
After a moment of resting her cheek on his thigh and gently sucking him like a baby with a bottle, Veronica rolled the rubber over his cock. Logan opened his eyes at the familiar sensation, and propped himself up on his arms to watch her straddle him. "I love it when you take charge, " he grinned.
Veronica impaled herself on him, feeling of connection that went much deeper than the mere physical joining them together. After all of these years, their bodies still knew each other and the pieces they were fit perfectly together. She rode the wave of her orgasm, pelvic muscles clenching around Logan as she pumped. This was so much more than a biological need, more like a spiritual imperative. A need to join to this man, not just any man, but Logan. In this moment, she recognized the flat emptiness of the years without him and vowed to make it work however she could. He clutched her tightly as he came and she wondered why on earth they had stayed apart so long.