Dog Days - mutinousmuse
Title: Dog Days
Author: mutinousmuse
Pairing/Character: L/V
Word Count: 2,880
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Logan. Veronica. Beach. Smut.
Spoilers: Season One
Author’s note: This story is set pre-season one in between Duncan and Veronica’s break-up and Logan and Yolanda’s kiss at the party. It was written for the loveathons outdoor lovin’ challenge. Cross-posted to veronicamarsfic. Characters’ thoughts in italics. Oh, and queen_haq? World’s bestest beta!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Noth. Ing. Just borrowing here.
Dog Days
Veronica closed her eyes and stretched like a cat. Backup nuzzled into her side, curled against her like the letter C.
“Mmmm, good puppy,” she murmured. He licked her chin, and then relaxed against her on the beach blanket. Throwing an arm over her eyes to block the sun, she called out, “Hey Logan.”
“Hey Veronica,” he responded, and thumped down next to her on the sand. “Fruit roll-up?” He poked her in the ribs with the plastic-wrapped package. She squeed and scooted out of reach.
“That tickles!” she laughed. “And no, Logan, I’m not trading you my peanut-butter sandwich for your fruit roll-up.”
“Ha ha, Veronica. Very funny,” he returned. He leaned across her to scratch the baby pit bull’s ear.
“When’s Lilly meeting us down here? “ she asked. “I thought you said she’d be here by now.”
Arm still stretched across her eyes, she didn’t see his face darken. “I don’t know, Veronica. You know how the Kanes are - she’ll do whatever is convenient for her at the moment.”
Veronica sat up, looking stricken. Having recently become decidedly not convenient for a certain member of the Kane family, Logan’s comment hit a bit too close for comfort.
“Oh god Veronica, I didn’t mean it like that.” Logan winced inwardly. He was having a hard time remembering that Duncan had broken up with Veronica last week. Probably because he hasn’t said a word about it. “It’s just that Lilly’s been acting… weird lately.”
Veronica leaned back against the towel, fully resuming her Backup snuggling position. “I think it’s weird enough that she even agreed to meet us at Dog Beach in the first place.”
Logan looked away. “Yeah…” Veronica was too distracted by a squirming Backup to notice his somewhat nervous expression.
“Maybe you’ll feel better after your surfing trip next weekend. That much quality time with Dick and you’ll be happy just to have a conversation in complete sentences.”
He laughed.
Veronica frowned, realizing that she was already starting to burn. Stupid pale skin. “Say, Logan, can you do my back?” She rolled over and pointed to the sunscreen poking out of her bag. He looked at the sunscreen, looked at her, and swallowed.
“Sure.”
Logan pulled out the sunscreen and squeezed some into his palm. He rubbed it between his hands, warming it before he touched her. He began with her shoulders, kneading the lotion into her skin before progressing southward. He untied her bikini top, smoothing sunscreen into her mid-back. Veronica shifted slightly, and Logan smirked. He moved his hands downward further, barely dipping his fingers beneath the elastic of her bikini bottoms, and then wiped the excess on the backs of her thighs.
“God Logan. Thorough much?”
He retied the back of her bathing suit. “Yeah, well, the last thing I want to listen to on the way home is, ‘Oh Logan. My back hurts. Boo hoo. Boo hoo.’”
Veronica flipped back over and punched him in the arm. He grabbed his bicep in mock pain, and she smiled. Settling back on the towel, she pulled Backup close to her again and yawned. “The sun makes me sleepy.”
Logan stretched out beside her, smiling as her eyes drifted shut. “Sweet dreams, Veronica.”
A smile fluttered across her lips as well. “Don’t let me nap for too long,” she murmured, and then drifted into a light sleep.
* * * * *
When Veronica awoke, she was aware of two things: the dull roar of the ocean in the background and an incredibly pleasurable tingling sensation shooting outward from her right nipple. Her eyes snapped open.
She realized that Logan had an arm casually flung across her torso and was massaging the inside of Backup’s ear with his knuckles, clearly oblivious to his fingers sporadically brushing against her breast as he did so. She squeezed her eyes shut again and pretended she was still asleep.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
A few times when she had been feeling particularly brave, Veronica had let Duncan feel her up. It had consisted of a lot of groping and grunting and squeezing, and while it had seemed to make him happy, she had always felt fairly ambivalent towards the process. It hadn’t felt like much of anything, and at one point she had even asked Lilly what the big deal was with the whole ‘boobs’ thing.
Lilly had laughed at her and rolled her eyes. “Veronica Mars, you are downright repressed! Why don’t you go burn a bra or something? I hear that helps.”
“Only if I can burn one of yours,” Veronica had laughed. “Somehow I don’t think my parents will take too kindly to me lighting my clothes on fire.”
Lilly had leaned over conspiratorially. “Sometimes Logan does this thing with his fingers while we’re making out and I feel like I might actually die from it.”
Veronica had raised an eyebrow, prompting Lilly to lunge at her. “Here, I’ll show you!”
Veronica had shrieked and batted at Lilly’s hands as they attempted to attack her breasts. She and Lilly had ended up darting around the room, giggling and throwing pillows at each other, until the owner of the magical fingers in question opened the door.
Logan had taken in the sight of Veronica and Lilly mid-pillow fight, clutched dramatically at his chest, and declared, “I can now die a happy man!”
Veronica had blushed bright red, and Lilly had prowled over to him. “Why hello, lover. We were just talking about you.”
Okay, Lilly, Veronica thought. I get it now.
Logan’s fingers were still brushing against her and she fought the urge to clamp her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the strange, warm feeling building between her legs.
Any minute now he’ll stop, and I’ll pretend to wake up, and then I’ll go for a nice, cold swim.
But he didn’t stop, and the warm, giddy feeling in her abdomen grew stronger, and she realized that Lilly had been right oh god so incredibly right and if he didn’t stop right. this. second. she was absolutely going to explode.
Her right nipple was diamond-hard and she fought desperately to control the urge to thrash wildly under his accidental ministrations, to call out his name, to do anything to end this strange erotic purgatory in which she found herself.
And then his voice was in her ear. “Veronica. I know you’re awake.”
She opened her eyes and realized that he had transferred his attention away from Backup’s ear and was now focusing his attention solely on kneading her nipple between his fingertips. Backup, in fact, had long since gotten up to go frolic with the other puppies at the beach, meaning it was just her, Logan, and his goddamn fingers.
“Logan,” she gasped, voice strained.
He brought his right hand up to play with her other nipple, and she arched off of the blanket and into his hands. “Wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out,” he murmured.
“Logan,” she panted. “What are we doing?”
“Why do you ask so many questions, Veronica?” And before she could answer, his mouth was on hers, tongue pressing into her lips, swallowing any words she may have been formulating.
He let out a guttural moan as she opened her lips and tentatively pressed the tip of her tongue against his. She mewled in protest as his fingers abandoned her nipples and brushed down the sides of her ribcage. He shushed her.
“It gets better,” he said, and slid his tongue along the outer edge of her ear. He snaked his right hand down to her knee and slowly trailed upward. She inhaled sharply as his hand neared the V at the top of her legs, and when his index finger traced the edge of her bathing suit along her inner thigh, a series of incoherent sounds came out of her mouth.
He let out a low moan as he felt her hands on him for the first time, scrambling to gain purchase on the skin of his back. Unlike Lilly, whose long, manicured nails left tracks across his back still visible days later, Veronica’s nails were clipped sensibly short, and her spastically clenching fingers felt like a massage. When her lips touched the skin on his throat, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his fingers slipped beneath her bathing suit to brush against her moist, hot skin.
Jesus Christ she’s wet! was the last coherent thought he experienced before her teeth clenched down on his collarbone.
“Oh god,” he cried out. His voice was loud enough to shock her back into the reality of the moment.
Her hands slapped at his chest as she tried to wiggle out from beneath him. Her movements served only to press her thigh into the hardness between his legs, and he bucked wildly against her.
“Logan! Stop!” she cried. “What about Lilly? She’ll be here any minute!”
Logan’s eyes met hers for the first time since they had arrived, and he gave her a piercing look that sent shivers down her spine. “Lilly isn’t coming, Veronica. But you are.”
With that, he flipped the blanket over them, sand spraying everywhere, and thrust his middle finger deep inside of her. She cried out, but this time it wasn’t in pleasure.
Logan froze and took in the tears squeezed out of the corners of her clenched eyes. She felt tighter than Lilly ever had, and a realization dawned on him.
“You and Duncan - you never…?” He trailed off. She shook her head.
Veronica was overcome with an intense feeling of shame as his finger slid out of her. He was used to Lilly, adventurous, experienced Lilly. Veronica may as well have been the shy soccer girl he’d met so many years ago - cute, perky, and nauseatingly pure. She opened her eyes, expecting to see utter disdain spelled across his features. She was shocked to see that instead of disgust, his eyes were filled with an unmistakably raw and animalistic desire.
“Logan?” Her voice was soft, breathy. The answering kiss he pressed against her lips was heartbreakingly gentle. It reminded her of the way Duncan had kissed her on her doorstep after an evening of hot dogs and ring tossing. It was the thought of Duncan that made her place her hand on his cheek and gently push him away.
“Logan, what are we doing?” she asked again.
He sighed and propped himself up on one elbow. For the first time, she let her eyes roam over him fully, examining him not as Lilly’s boyfriend or Duncan’s best friend, but simply as a guy. A really hot guy. She took in the hard planes of his chest, glistening with sweat and sand, the cut of the muscles in his arm as they supported his weight, the barely there trail of hair that originated below his belly button and disappeared beneath his waistband. She swallowed.
He interrupted her examination. “Lilly won’t talk to me,” he said. “I know she’s seeing someone else.”
“Logan, no,” Veronica protested. “She wouldn’t do that.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “You don’t know her, Veronica. You know the version of her that she puts on when she’s with you and Duncan - the good girl who pretends to be bad. But that’s not who she is. She’s the bad girl pretending to be good. You don’t know her at all!”
“Logan, stop it!”
“Did you know that sometimes when I call her really, really late at night, I hear other guys’ voices in the background? Sometimes more than one?”
“It’s probably just Duncan,” she protested.
“Not if I’m with Duncan at the time!” He stopped short, realizing that Veronica was about to burst into tears. “Look,” he continued, voice softening. “She doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe she never did. I don’t know. And Duncan - well, Duncan’s a complete moron for breaking up with you.”
A faint smile ghosted across Veronica’s lips.
“I don’t know what his deal is,” Logan said. “And I don’t know what Lilly’s problem is, either. But I know that you’re here, and I’m here, and this feels a hell of a lot better than being alone.”
Veronica nodded, unsure of exactly what she was agreeing to.
“I figure, you and me - after all we’ve been through with that family - maybe we get a freebie,” Logan said.
“Just one, though,” she breathed.
“Just one.” And then his lips were on hers again, and this time she offered no resistance. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, fingers again straining towards her intense heat.
“Okay,” she said. He cautiously slid his middle finger back into her channel, eyes never leaving hers.
“Is this okay?” he asked. She nodded, and he began to slide his finger in and out of her. “Is this still okay?”
His only answer was a slight moan as she pressed herself against him, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. He pulled the blanket around them tighter, and then used his other hand to slide her bikini bottoms down her hips. His thumb joined in the rhythm, massaging her clit in time with his middle finger.
She gasped, shocked. He stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She pressed herself against his hands, a tiny whine of frustration passing between her lips. “Don’t stop.”
Logan began his caress again, realizing the full extent to which she had been sheltered. So not only has Duncan never done this, she’s never even done it herself. He shook his head in wonder. For the first time, it dawned on him that maybe doing this - whatever this was - with Veronica meant a little bit more than just staving off the loneliness. Even more surprising to him was the fact that he didn’t particularly mind that thought.
As she writhed and moaned beneath his well-schooled hands, his eyes were fixed upon her face. Hair splayed out against the sand, eyes fluttering open and closed, lips soundlessly wrapping around his name, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The realization was like a punch to the gut. I have feelings for Veronica. The thought was enough to make him physically pause to catch his suddenly heaving breath.
“Logan, please,” she begged him. “Touch me…”
And he was lost. He resumed his work with renewed intensity, determined to feel her inner muscles spasming around his hands. She seemed to be a bit more relaxed, so he inserted a second finger into her, quickening the pace.
He was rewarded with a series of soft grunts as her body began to shake. “Come on, baby. Come for me, Veronica. I want to watch you come.”
She tossed her head back and forth, writhing beneath him. No one had ever talked to her like this, looked at her like this, touched her like this. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that it was Logan inside of her, Logan wrapped around her, Logan’s voice whispering the sweetest, nastiest things she had ever heard into her ear like it was the greatest secret in the universe.
And she was glad it was Logan and not someone else.
Her muscles clamped down around his fingers, and he slammed his mouth down onto hers, muffling her voice as she shrieked his name.
“Logan, Logan, Logan, Logan,” she chanted as she rode out the waves of her first orgasm, hips jerking up against him randomly and involuntarily. And then she was limp, and she was in his arms, and she never wanted to be anywhere else ever again.
He cradled her as though she were the most precious thing he had ever touched, stroking her arms, her hair, kissing her temple, her forehead.
“So I’m guessing that was pretty good for you?” he asked softly.
Her eyes met his, and for the first time in a long time, he found himself gazing into a face that held nothing for him but utter adoration. “That was incredible,” she said. “You are incredible.”
He kissed her, a deep kiss that said more that he was capable of expressing in words, and he could have sworn she was doing the same thing. They pulled apart, and the affection in her eyes was tinged with melancholy.
“So I guess that was our freebie,” she said.
“Guess so.”
“And we only get one,” she said.
“That we do,” he replied.
His mouth descended onto hers, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. She pulled back. “What are you doing?”
“Well, the way I see it, our freebie isn’t over until we take off and go home, right? So I figure if I only get one, I intend to take full advantage of it.”
“Logan, I won’t be able to walk for a week as it is!” she protested, but her eyes were lit with a smile.
“Oh Veronica,” he breathed. “You have no idea. I’m just getting started.”
And his mouth was on her neck, and her dog was napping contentedly a few yards away, and for the first time since Duncan stopped talking to her, Veronica was happy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her, and placed a playful kiss against his temple.
“You know what, Logan? So am I.”
The End
Author: mutinousmuse
Pairing/Character: L/V
Word Count: 2,880
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Logan. Veronica. Beach. Smut.
Spoilers: Season One
Author’s note: This story is set pre-season one in between Duncan and Veronica’s break-up and Logan and Yolanda’s kiss at the party. It was written for the loveathons outdoor lovin’ challenge. Cross-posted to veronicamarsfic. Characters’ thoughts in italics. Oh, and queen_haq? World’s bestest beta!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Noth. Ing. Just borrowing here.
Dog Days
Veronica closed her eyes and stretched like a cat. Backup nuzzled into her side, curled against her like the letter C.
“Mmmm, good puppy,” she murmured. He licked her chin, and then relaxed against her on the beach blanket. Throwing an arm over her eyes to block the sun, she called out, “Hey Logan.”
“Hey Veronica,” he responded, and thumped down next to her on the sand. “Fruit roll-up?” He poked her in the ribs with the plastic-wrapped package. She squeed and scooted out of reach.
“That tickles!” she laughed. “And no, Logan, I’m not trading you my peanut-butter sandwich for your fruit roll-up.”
“Ha ha, Veronica. Very funny,” he returned. He leaned across her to scratch the baby pit bull’s ear.
“When’s Lilly meeting us down here? “ she asked. “I thought you said she’d be here by now.”
Arm still stretched across her eyes, she didn’t see his face darken. “I don’t know, Veronica. You know how the Kanes are - she’ll do whatever is convenient for her at the moment.”
Veronica sat up, looking stricken. Having recently become decidedly not convenient for a certain member of the Kane family, Logan’s comment hit a bit too close for comfort.
“Oh god Veronica, I didn’t mean it like that.” Logan winced inwardly. He was having a hard time remembering that Duncan had broken up with Veronica last week. Probably because he hasn’t said a word about it. “It’s just that Lilly’s been acting… weird lately.”
Veronica leaned back against the towel, fully resuming her Backup snuggling position. “I think it’s weird enough that she even agreed to meet us at Dog Beach in the first place.”
Logan looked away. “Yeah…” Veronica was too distracted by a squirming Backup to notice his somewhat nervous expression.
“Maybe you’ll feel better after your surfing trip next weekend. That much quality time with Dick and you’ll be happy just to have a conversation in complete sentences.”
He laughed.
Veronica frowned, realizing that she was already starting to burn. Stupid pale skin. “Say, Logan, can you do my back?” She rolled over and pointed to the sunscreen poking out of her bag. He looked at the sunscreen, looked at her, and swallowed.
“Sure.”
Logan pulled out the sunscreen and squeezed some into his palm. He rubbed it between his hands, warming it before he touched her. He began with her shoulders, kneading the lotion into her skin before progressing southward. He untied her bikini top, smoothing sunscreen into her mid-back. Veronica shifted slightly, and Logan smirked. He moved his hands downward further, barely dipping his fingers beneath the elastic of her bikini bottoms, and then wiped the excess on the backs of her thighs.
“God Logan. Thorough much?”
He retied the back of her bathing suit. “Yeah, well, the last thing I want to listen to on the way home is, ‘Oh Logan. My back hurts. Boo hoo. Boo hoo.’”
Veronica flipped back over and punched him in the arm. He grabbed his bicep in mock pain, and she smiled. Settling back on the towel, she pulled Backup close to her again and yawned. “The sun makes me sleepy.”
Logan stretched out beside her, smiling as her eyes drifted shut. “Sweet dreams, Veronica.”
A smile fluttered across her lips as well. “Don’t let me nap for too long,” she murmured, and then drifted into a light sleep.
* * * * *
When Veronica awoke, she was aware of two things: the dull roar of the ocean in the background and an incredibly pleasurable tingling sensation shooting outward from her right nipple. Her eyes snapped open.
She realized that Logan had an arm casually flung across her torso and was massaging the inside of Backup’s ear with his knuckles, clearly oblivious to his fingers sporadically brushing against her breast as he did so. She squeezed her eyes shut again and pretended she was still asleep.
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
A few times when she had been feeling particularly brave, Veronica had let Duncan feel her up. It had consisted of a lot of groping and grunting and squeezing, and while it had seemed to make him happy, she had always felt fairly ambivalent towards the process. It hadn’t felt like much of anything, and at one point she had even asked Lilly what the big deal was with the whole ‘boobs’ thing.
Lilly had laughed at her and rolled her eyes. “Veronica Mars, you are downright repressed! Why don’t you go burn a bra or something? I hear that helps.”
“Only if I can burn one of yours,” Veronica had laughed. “Somehow I don’t think my parents will take too kindly to me lighting my clothes on fire.”
Lilly had leaned over conspiratorially. “Sometimes Logan does this thing with his fingers while we’re making out and I feel like I might actually die from it.”
Veronica had raised an eyebrow, prompting Lilly to lunge at her. “Here, I’ll show you!”
Veronica had shrieked and batted at Lilly’s hands as they attempted to attack her breasts. She and Lilly had ended up darting around the room, giggling and throwing pillows at each other, until the owner of the magical fingers in question opened the door.
Logan had taken in the sight of Veronica and Lilly mid-pillow fight, clutched dramatically at his chest, and declared, “I can now die a happy man!”
Veronica had blushed bright red, and Lilly had prowled over to him. “Why hello, lover. We were just talking about you.”
Okay, Lilly, Veronica thought. I get it now.
Logan’s fingers were still brushing against her and she fought the urge to clamp her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the strange, warm feeling building between her legs.
Any minute now he’ll stop, and I’ll pretend to wake up, and then I’ll go for a nice, cold swim.
But he didn’t stop, and the warm, giddy feeling in her abdomen grew stronger, and she realized that Lilly had been right oh god so incredibly right and if he didn’t stop right. this. second. she was absolutely going to explode.
Her right nipple was diamond-hard and she fought desperately to control the urge to thrash wildly under his accidental ministrations, to call out his name, to do anything to end this strange erotic purgatory in which she found herself.
And then his voice was in her ear. “Veronica. I know you’re awake.”
She opened her eyes and realized that he had transferred his attention away from Backup’s ear and was now focusing his attention solely on kneading her nipple between his fingertips. Backup, in fact, had long since gotten up to go frolic with the other puppies at the beach, meaning it was just her, Logan, and his goddamn fingers.
“Logan,” she gasped, voice strained.
He brought his right hand up to play with her other nipple, and she arched off of the blanket and into his hands. “Wouldn’t want anyone to feel left out,” he murmured.
“Logan,” she panted. “What are we doing?”
“Why do you ask so many questions, Veronica?” And before she could answer, his mouth was on hers, tongue pressing into her lips, swallowing any words she may have been formulating.
He let out a guttural moan as she opened her lips and tentatively pressed the tip of her tongue against his. She mewled in protest as his fingers abandoned her nipples and brushed down the sides of her ribcage. He shushed her.
“It gets better,” he said, and slid his tongue along the outer edge of her ear. He snaked his right hand down to her knee and slowly trailed upward. She inhaled sharply as his hand neared the V at the top of her legs, and when his index finger traced the edge of her bathing suit along her inner thigh, a series of incoherent sounds came out of her mouth.
He let out a low moan as he felt her hands on him for the first time, scrambling to gain purchase on the skin of his back. Unlike Lilly, whose long, manicured nails left tracks across his back still visible days later, Veronica’s nails were clipped sensibly short, and her spastically clenching fingers felt like a massage. When her lips touched the skin on his throat, his eyes rolled back in his head, and his fingers slipped beneath her bathing suit to brush against her moist, hot skin.
Jesus Christ she’s wet! was the last coherent thought he experienced before her teeth clenched down on his collarbone.
“Oh god,” he cried out. His voice was loud enough to shock her back into the reality of the moment.
Her hands slapped at his chest as she tried to wiggle out from beneath him. Her movements served only to press her thigh into the hardness between his legs, and he bucked wildly against her.
“Logan! Stop!” she cried. “What about Lilly? She’ll be here any minute!”
Logan’s eyes met hers for the first time since they had arrived, and he gave her a piercing look that sent shivers down her spine. “Lilly isn’t coming, Veronica. But you are.”
With that, he flipped the blanket over them, sand spraying everywhere, and thrust his middle finger deep inside of her. She cried out, but this time it wasn’t in pleasure.
Logan froze and took in the tears squeezed out of the corners of her clenched eyes. She felt tighter than Lilly ever had, and a realization dawned on him.
“You and Duncan - you never…?” He trailed off. She shook her head.
Veronica was overcome with an intense feeling of shame as his finger slid out of her. He was used to Lilly, adventurous, experienced Lilly. Veronica may as well have been the shy soccer girl he’d met so many years ago - cute, perky, and nauseatingly pure. She opened her eyes, expecting to see utter disdain spelled across his features. She was shocked to see that instead of disgust, his eyes were filled with an unmistakably raw and animalistic desire.
“Logan?” Her voice was soft, breathy. The answering kiss he pressed against her lips was heartbreakingly gentle. It reminded her of the way Duncan had kissed her on her doorstep after an evening of hot dogs and ring tossing. It was the thought of Duncan that made her place her hand on his cheek and gently push him away.
“Logan, what are we doing?” she asked again.
He sighed and propped himself up on one elbow. For the first time, she let her eyes roam over him fully, examining him not as Lilly’s boyfriend or Duncan’s best friend, but simply as a guy. A really hot guy. She took in the hard planes of his chest, glistening with sweat and sand, the cut of the muscles in his arm as they supported his weight, the barely there trail of hair that originated below his belly button and disappeared beneath his waistband. She swallowed.
He interrupted her examination. “Lilly won’t talk to me,” he said. “I know she’s seeing someone else.”
“Logan, no,” Veronica protested. “She wouldn’t do that.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “You don’t know her, Veronica. You know the version of her that she puts on when she’s with you and Duncan - the good girl who pretends to be bad. But that’s not who she is. She’s the bad girl pretending to be good. You don’t know her at all!”
“Logan, stop it!”
“Did you know that sometimes when I call her really, really late at night, I hear other guys’ voices in the background? Sometimes more than one?”
“It’s probably just Duncan,” she protested.
“Not if I’m with Duncan at the time!” He stopped short, realizing that Veronica was about to burst into tears. “Look,” he continued, voice softening. “She doesn’t love me anymore. Maybe she never did. I don’t know. And Duncan - well, Duncan’s a complete moron for breaking up with you.”
A faint smile ghosted across Veronica’s lips.
“I don’t know what his deal is,” Logan said. “And I don’t know what Lilly’s problem is, either. But I know that you’re here, and I’m here, and this feels a hell of a lot better than being alone.”
Veronica nodded, unsure of exactly what she was agreeing to.
“I figure, you and me - after all we’ve been through with that family - maybe we get a freebie,” Logan said.
“Just one, though,” she breathed.
“Just one.” And then his lips were on hers again, and this time she offered no resistance. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, fingers again straining towards her intense heat.
“Okay,” she said. He cautiously slid his middle finger back into her channel, eyes never leaving hers.
“Is this okay?” he asked. She nodded, and he began to slide his finger in and out of her. “Is this still okay?”
His only answer was a slight moan as she pressed herself against him, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. He pulled the blanket around them tighter, and then used his other hand to slide her bikini bottoms down her hips. His thumb joined in the rhythm, massaging her clit in time with his middle finger.
She gasped, shocked. He stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” She pressed herself against his hands, a tiny whine of frustration passing between her lips. “Don’t stop.”
Logan began his caress again, realizing the full extent to which she had been sheltered. So not only has Duncan never done this, she’s never even done it herself. He shook his head in wonder. For the first time, it dawned on him that maybe doing this - whatever this was - with Veronica meant a little bit more than just staving off the loneliness. Even more surprising to him was the fact that he didn’t particularly mind that thought.
As she writhed and moaned beneath his well-schooled hands, his eyes were fixed upon her face. Hair splayed out against the sand, eyes fluttering open and closed, lips soundlessly wrapping around his name, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The realization was like a punch to the gut. I have feelings for Veronica. The thought was enough to make him physically pause to catch his suddenly heaving breath.
“Logan, please,” she begged him. “Touch me…”
And he was lost. He resumed his work with renewed intensity, determined to feel her inner muscles spasming around his hands. She seemed to be a bit more relaxed, so he inserted a second finger into her, quickening the pace.
He was rewarded with a series of soft grunts as her body began to shake. “Come on, baby. Come for me, Veronica. I want to watch you come.”
She tossed her head back and forth, writhing beneath him. No one had ever talked to her like this, looked at her like this, touched her like this. She was suddenly overwhelmed by the fact that it was Logan inside of her, Logan wrapped around her, Logan’s voice whispering the sweetest, nastiest things she had ever heard into her ear like it was the greatest secret in the universe.
And she was glad it was Logan and not someone else.
Her muscles clamped down around his fingers, and he slammed his mouth down onto hers, muffling her voice as she shrieked his name.
“Logan, Logan, Logan, Logan,” she chanted as she rode out the waves of her first orgasm, hips jerking up against him randomly and involuntarily. And then she was limp, and she was in his arms, and she never wanted to be anywhere else ever again.
He cradled her as though she were the most precious thing he had ever touched, stroking her arms, her hair, kissing her temple, her forehead.
“So I’m guessing that was pretty good for you?” he asked softly.
Her eyes met his, and for the first time in a long time, he found himself gazing into a face that held nothing for him but utter adoration. “That was incredible,” she said. “You are incredible.”
He kissed her, a deep kiss that said more that he was capable of expressing in words, and he could have sworn she was doing the same thing. They pulled apart, and the affection in her eyes was tinged with melancholy.
“So I guess that was our freebie,” she said.
“Guess so.”
“And we only get one,” she said.
“That we do,” he replied.
His mouth descended onto hers, sucking her lower lip between his teeth. She pulled back. “What are you doing?”
“Well, the way I see it, our freebie isn’t over until we take off and go home, right? So I figure if I only get one, I intend to take full advantage of it.”
“Logan, I won’t be able to walk for a week as it is!” she protested, but her eyes were lit with a smile.
“Oh Veronica,” he breathed. “You have no idea. I’m just getting started.”
And his mouth was on her neck, and her dog was napping contentedly a few yards away, and for the first time since Duncan stopped talking to her, Veronica was happy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her, and placed a playful kiss against his temple.
“You know what, Logan? So am I.”
The End