Red Handed- leoness8178
Title: Red Handed
Author: leoness8178
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: Adult/NC-17
Word Count: 7,632
Summary: “Great, this is just what I needed. Here I was, all ready to take my test and now...this. How am I going to explain the blush and puffy lips to my boyfriend? Thanks a lot, Logan.” She pushed away from him and started to reapply her lipstick, in an attempt to hide the ‘just been kissed’ look.
Spoilers/Warnings: All of Season 1 and 2-thus far to be safe
Author’s Note: Written for the “Caught in the Act” challenge at loveathons. X-posted to veronicamarsfic. This fic is AU. A special thanks to my wonderful betas.
Veronica strolled down the halls of Neptune High on her way to her third period class. As she was passing the bathroom, she noticed an ‘Out of Order’ sign hanging on the door. With a heavy sigh, she looked around quickly and pushed through the door.
“So, I see that the ‘Bat-signal’ is still working.” Logan lounged against the sink, smirking.
“What do you want?” Veronica snipped. “I have a test in my next class and I don’t want to be late.”
Nodding, Logan continued. “Hey, you remember when we, uh, made out against the sink and you had your legs around my waist?”
“Stop, you'll make me blush.…I repeat, what do you want?”
Logan pulled himself up and stalked toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Just wanted to do this…” He mumbled, before he swooped down and locked lips with her.
Veronica, stunned for a moment, reached her hands up and grasped his shoulders. The kiss deepened and before long they were both gasping for breath.
“Damn, Mars…I guess you do blush.” Logan brushed her hair out of her face and placed a small kiss on her forehead.
“Great, this is just what I needed. Here I was, all ready to take my test and now...this. How am I going to explain the blush and puffy lips to my boyfriend? Thanks a lot, Logan.” She pushed away from him and started to reapply her lipstick, in an attempt to hide the ‘just been kissed’ look.
Logan wrapped his arms around her from behind. His eyes locked on hers in the mirror as he bent down and licked her throbbing pulse point. “You should know by now that you can’t deny what you feel for me, Mars. Good luck on your test...and I really don’t care what you tell your boyfriend.”
Veronica shouldered past him and out of the bathroom with a shake of her head. Checking her watch, she jogged the rest of the way to her class. Just as the final bell rang, Veronica slipped through the door. While walking to her seat, she looked into her bag...
Damn. I forgot to stop at my locker for my book. This is all Logan’s fault.
Immediately, she retreated back into the hall. Hurrying to her locker, she noticed the sign still on the bathroom door.
What the…
Veronica slowly pushed the door open and crept inside, her eyes sweeping the room. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a slight moan coming from one of the stalls. Bending down, Veronica recognized Logan’s shoes. Silently, she pulled the door of the stall open.
Logan’s back was turned toward her. He stood, slightly hunched over, with his left hand pressed flat against the wall. His right hand slowly fisted his cock and his hips thrust forward, in a gentle rhythm. His head fell back and his knees bent slightly as his orgasm approached.
Veronica stepped forward and reached around Logan to encircling his throbbing cock. His entire body froze. His eyes flew open and he looked down at her smaller hand, gliding over his engorged flesh.
"Let me," she breathed and pressed her body against his. Veronica squeezed him gently and entwined her fingers with his.
Logan swallowed hard as his eyes drifted closed again. Slowly, Veronica worked their hands up and down his shaft. With her right hand, Veronica pushed his khakis and boxers down until they pooled around his ankles. She reached between his legs to gently cup his balls.
Logan moaned and thrust harder into their joined hands. His breathing became shallow. The pull of his orgasm sharpened as Veronica squeezed him tighter. With a groan and a few hard thrusts, Logan erupted into their hands.
"Oh, god, Veronica," he panted.
She turned him to face her. Veronica raised her gaze to his. Without breaking eye contact, she brought their, still entwined, hands up to her mouth. Her tongue darted out as she licked at the cum dribbling down their fingers.
Logan's knees buckled at the sight and he slumped against the wall. Veronica tried to detangle her fingers from his, but Logan tightened his grip. Pulling her to stand between his legs, Logan settled his hands on her hips. He leaned in, kissing her breathless for the second time that morning.
Veronica pulled back and quirked her eyebrow, "I thought you said that 'endurance' was the codeword...I was expecting this to take a lot longer."
Smirking, Logan quipped, "Well, I know you have that test to get to. I didn't want to make you too late." His voice deepened to a husky tone. "So...meet you in the library at lunch?"
Veronica started to back away from him. A slight smile quirking on her lips, "We'll see. I can't make any promises...I think that my boyfriend expects me to spend my lunch hour with him. He's the jealous type. Mostly, he wants to keep me all to himself. So, I can't make any promises."
With a wink, Veronica exited the bathroom, stopped at her locker, and returned to class.
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Logan casually strolled into the library. Looking down all of the isles, he scoped out an isolated corner in the back of the library and waited.
He had to control the smile that played upon his lips, as he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye.
“I guess you decided to join me after all. What could we possibly do to occupy...umpf,” Logan’s question was cut short when Veronica pushed him against the wall and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Moaning, Logan wrapped his arms around her, cupped her ass, and lifted her off the ground. Veronica encircled his waist with her legs and ground her hips into him as Logan turned them, pinning her against the wall.
Veronica whimpered when Logan broke away to trail small, biting kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Panting heavily, her head fell back against the wall to allow him greater access. Logan bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Shivers shot through Veronica’s body and she arched harder against him.
“Shh...someone will hear you and put an end to our clandestine meeting,” He mumbled against her skin.
Logan slipped his hands up the backs of her thighs. He groaned at the contrast between her soft skin and his slightly roughened palms. Veronica began to writhe against him. Logan slid the tips of his fingers under the edge of her panties.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, lifted his chin, and sucked on his lower lip. She bit down sharply, only to soothe the bite with a swipe of her tongue.
Just as Logan was stroking up her cleft, Wallace rounded the corner.
“Oh, god. You could warn a brotha. My eyes...they burn.”
Veronica pushed Logan away, scrambled down, and began to straighten her clothing.
“Wallace...this is not what it looks like...” she stammered.
“Really, cause it looks like you two were going at it hot and heavy? You’d better be careful...next time, you may get caught by someone who might not be so understanding.” Wallace cocked his eyebrow, turned on his heel, and walked swiftly away.
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Veronica was desperately trying to concentrate on the background check that her father had asked her to run. With a frustrated sigh, she snapped her computer shut and lightly banged her head on her desk. She groaned as the events of the day replayed in her mind.
Grabbing a sheaf of papers, she trudged over to the filing cabinet.
As she bent over, her skirt inched up her thighs, skimming the edge of her ass. Stealthily, Logan entered the office and smiled. He crept up behind her and slid his hands up the backs of her exposed legs and around her ass to cradle her hips.
Veronica gasped in surprise, but quickly recognized the hands that had been all over her body earlier.
“Did you think that today was my birthday? Is this my present?” he whispered huskily as he ground his pelvis into her.
Straightening, she turned to face him. “Logan, what are you doing here? You know how my dad feels about you being here...”
Logan sighed and pulled her closer to him. “Relax...I know he’s not here. And, before you start freaking out again, my X-terra is parked three blocks down the street...Even if he sees it, it’ll look like I’m at that crappy coffee house.”
Veronica pushed against him, trying to put some space between them, but Logan didn’t budge. She settled for crossing her arms and shooting him an icy stare. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”
“I am here...” he kissed her forehead and brushed her hair from her face, “to finish what we started during lunch, before we were so rudely interrupted.”
“Oh, really,” Veronica quirked her eyebrow. “And what makes you think that I would be willing to do that? I seem to remember telling you that I have a boyfriend and that we have plans today.”
Logan smirked, “I’m sure that your 'boyfriend' is...” he paused and looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to gather his thoughts. His eyes met hers with a condescending wink, “...charming. But I know that you want to have some fun with me, Mars. Don’t deny it. You and me...we’re pretty fuckin’ hot together and you know it.”
He leaned down and placed small kisses on her forehead, each of her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips. Veronica unfolded her arms and placed her hands on his shoulders to push him away. However, when Logan licked her bottom lip and began sucking on it, her grip changed and she pulled him closer.
Opening her mouth, she slid her tongue past his lips as a slight moan broke free from her throat. Logan lifted her slightly, so that their hips were aligned. The kiss intensified rapidly. They broke away and stared deeply into each other’s eyes, time seemed to stop.
The sound of the downstairs door opening penetrated their stupor.
“Oh, my god...that’s my dad! You’ve gotta go!” Veronica panicked.
Logan, lowering her back to the floor, quipped, “And where am I going to go? Out the window? Do you expect me to magically grow wings too?”
Frantically, Veronica shoved him under her desk. “Don’t make a sound. You’d better get comfortable. I don’t know how long he’s gonna be here and you can’t leave until he does. Now, shut up!”
Quickly, Veronica opened her laptop and resumed working on the background checks. Keith entered the office and smiled at her. “Hi, honey. How was school?”
“Oh, you know. Mean kids, indifferent teachers...crumbling infrastructure. So, what are you smiling about?” Veronica responded. Her voice was a little breathy and the pitch was higher than usual.
“One of the bail jumper’s that I’ve been tracking for the past couple of weeks, just turned up. Looks like he was heading for the Canadian border. So, I’m on the next flight to Washington.”
“That’s great! How long will you be away and do you need me to book anything for you? Uh...Hotel? Car rental? Flight home?” Veronica’s voice cracked mid-sentence when Logan pushed her legs slightly apart and began to nip at the inside of her thighs.
“No, I have everything already set up...Honey, are you feeling ok?”
“Uh, um, yeah, I feel fine...Why do you ask?” she answered shakily.
“You look a little flushed and you sound like there's something wrong with you voice...I don’t know...chalk it up to being a parent. Anyways, I’ll be gone for at least 2 days, possibly more. I’ve already been home, packed, and...”
Logan continued to nip and lick her legs as she tried to listen to what her dad was saying. She softly kicked at him, but it only earned her a sharper nip, which caused her to bite the inside of her lip to keep from yelping in pain.
Her blood pounded in her ears so loudly, that she couldn’t hear Keith. As he continued to relay information on the cases currently open with Mars Investigations, her mind whited out. The only things she could focus on were the desire pulling sharply in the bottom of her stomach and the sensations that Logan’s hands and lips were causing.
“Veronica, Honey...are you listening to me?” Keith clapped his hands in front of her face to get her attention.
“Huh...Oh, I-I’m sorry, Dad. I w-was listening,” she stammered. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, steadying her voice. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything while your gone. Have a safe trip. See you when you get home...happy hunting.”
Keith sighed, “I know you’ll take care of things, but honey...please, get some sleep. You’re really starting to look like your getting sick or something. I love you, sweetheart.” Keith leaned over her desk and kissed the top of her head, before turning to walk out the door. “Oh...I forgot a couple of things...first, Cliff is going to be stopping by later with information on something that he needs. Secondly, don’t stay out too late with that boyfriend of yours and don't even thing about letting him stay over...am I making myself perfectly clear?”
“Crystal. Bye, Dad. I love you, too.”
Once Keith was gone, Veronica let her head fall back to rest on her chair. Logan smirked up at her as he swept his tongue higher up her thigh. Veronica whimpered and shot him a look meant to convey annoyance, but failed miserably.
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” she hissed at him, earning her another sharp nip.
“I think I know how to make your blood boil. I know that you’re so wet right now, I could slid into you with little or no resistance. And, I know that you don’t want me to stop, no matter what you say about this whole ‘boyfriend’ issue.” Logan grinned, devilishly.
Veronica saw the look in his eyes and the desire for a little revenge flashed in hers. She slipped one foot out of her shoe and began to stroke his hard cock through his khakis. Logan caught her foot.
“This isn’t for me, Veronica. I’m here to take care of you.” He placed a kiss on the bottom of her foot and spread her legs to rest on the drawers of her desk. “You already took care of my needs this morning in the girls' bathroom, remember? You licked my cum off your hand.” He breathed against the soaking wet crotch of her panties and pressed his lips to her heat.
As Logan blew against her core, Veronica whimpered softly. “L-Logan, you h-have t-to stop...I-I have t-to w-work...Oh god,” she moaned.
He hooked the edge of her panties with his fingers and pulled it aside. Slowly, Logan licked the moisture from her engorged sex. He released her underwear and brought his hands to rest on the waist of her panties. “God, I love how you taste. Lift up, baby,” he commanded softly.
Veronica raised her hips and he swiftly drew her panties down her legs and placed them in his pocket. He began to kiss up her thighs again, teasing her further. Her mind was on overload when he reached her slick opening. With his thumbs, Logan parted her folds and watched as she quivered.
He used the very tip of his tongue to lick up her labia. When he reached the hood, he pushed it back with his lips and drew out the hardened bundle of nerves.
Logan swirled his tongue around her clit and bit down gently, before sucking it into his mouth. With his fingers, he spread her wetness around, tracing her opening. Slowly, he slid a finger into her.
Veronica moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “Logan, Logan...you really have to stop...Oh...someone’s coming up the stairs,” she whispered.
“I guess you have a problem then, Mars...I’m not going to stop until you cum,” he winked up at her. “As long as I’m trapped under here, hiding because you don’t want anyone to know that you like bad boys...I’m going to entertain myself. However, I promise that you will thoroughly enjoy the end results.”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed at him, but Logan just smiled and went back to his exploration of her body.
Cliff walked through the door to find Veronica sitting behind her desk with a forced smile on her lips.
“Hey, Cliff. Dad told me you were stopping by. So, what’s up?” Veronica’s voice was tight.
“Are you ok, V? You don’t look so good,” Cliff hesitated just inside the door. “Looks like you might be coming down with something...you’re all flushed. You don’t have a fever, do you?”
She chuckled, slightly. “I’m fine...I just had a rush of calls and had to do some digging through the files. Uh...So, Dad said you have a new case for us...um...What’s the stitch?”
Veronica panted a little. She was struggling to keep her eyes open and her brain focused on the business Cliff was discussing.
“My client, Ms. Cancun, has been arrested on an assault and battery charge. The ‘victim’, a Mr. Phillips, claims that Ms. Cancun ‘promised him a private party after her shift ended at The Seventh Veil’. Ms. Cancun was accosted by Mr. Phillips in the alleyway behind the club and she fought him off. The extent of his injuries were bruises, minor abrasions, and a broken nose. The last injury was sustained when Mr. Phillips wouldn’t take 'no' for an answer and Ms. Cancun punched him. It’s your standard background check and light surveillance job, nothing too taxing,” Cliff drawled out.
Veronica took the file folder and was pretending to look over the information inside. Logan stepped up his assault on her exposed flesh. He withdrew his finger and Veronica assumed that he had come to his senses and was going to back off while Cliff was sitting across the desk from her....but she was sadly mistaken.
Veronica, opened her mouth to ask Cliff a question but gasped instead. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. "WOW!! Uh, um, well, Cl-Cliff. You do bring us the most interesting cases."
Logan slipped his tongue deep into her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He chuckled, causing his lips and tongue to vibrate against her. Involuntarily, Veronica arched her hips against his mouth, her head lolled back, and a deep moan bubbled up from her throat.
Cliff arched his eyebrows. "Am I interrupting something? Do you and your desk need to be alone?"
Veronica's head snapped up. "Sorry...I fell at school and have a heating pad on my lower back," she shrugged. "The heat just relieved some of the pain and it felt really good...uh, I'll work on this tomorrow," she indicated the file in front of her.
"Tomorrow?" Cliff narrowed his eyes, then smiled. "Yeah, you do look a bit tired. Maybe you should go home and go to bed. Call me when you get something. Oh, and enjoy your heating pad experience." Cliff walked out the door with a little wave.
Logan lifted his head to look at her. "A heating pad? That was the best you could come up with?" he quirked his eyebrows.
"Well, if you would just stay away from me...I wouldn't have to come up with any excuses," she retorted.
He smirked, "I think that good ol' Cliff had an excellent idea...you should go home and get into bed," he waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Veronica laughed. "If I go home...I go home alone. That's the only way I'd get any kind of rest, but I have work to do and a date to get ready for when I get home. So, if you don't mind..."
An evil grin graced Logan's features, "No, I don't mind at all, work away. I'll just finish what I came here to do."
He lowered his head to her heated flesh, slipped two fingers back into her, and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips thrust toward him, seeking to release the pressure building inside. Her breath came in short, shallow pants. She could feel her orgasm pull sharply in the pit of her stomach and cried out in frustration when Logan slowed the pace of his fingers.
He knew she was close and wanted to prolong her pleasure as much as possible. Slowly, he eased another digit into her, stretching her wider. Veronica let out a sobbing breath, "Oh god....Logan...please..." she begged.
He lightly bit down on her clit and began to pump his fingers into her with renewed vigor. He felt her muscles tighten and twitch at the onset of her orgasm. She came hard. Her inner walls clamped down on his hand, making it impossible for him to move.
Gently, Logan brought her down. He lapped up her juices as her breathing returned to normal.
"Ok, that's it," she stated, breathily. She pushed her chair back from her desk and closed her legs. “Out!” she pointed to the door. “I’m through telling you that, Logan. I wish you would just listen to me for once...”
Shaking his head, he climbed to his feet and sat on the edge of her desk, totally disregarding her command to leave. “And I’m through telling you, Sugarpuss...you are mine and always will be. Face it, own it, and let’s move on with our lives.”
Veronica’s shoulders slumped. “I’m not property, Logan.” She glanced at the clock, “and now I have to close up and get ready for my date. You need to leave. I’m sure you have plans of your own tonight.”
Logan leaned over, grabbed her chair, and pulled her closer to him. His face inches from hers, “I do have plans for this evening, but I’m free the rest of the night...if you want company while your dad's out of town. You know the number.” He kissed her sensuously. “I’ll be there, with bells on, before you can say ‘Logan, I want you,’” he breathed.
With one last kiss and a wink, he strolled out of the office, whistling. Veronica leaned back in her chair for a moment, sighed heavily, and began to pack up her things.
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Veronica checked her watch as she began climbing the stairs to her apartment. She only had two hours to get ready for her date. Sliding her key into the door, she mentally ran through her 'to do' list while sorting through the mail.
She let out a muffled cry as something solid connected with her back and propelled her through the door. Whirling around, Veronica caught sight of Logan as he kicked the door closed.
"What are you..." her question was cut off when Logan crushed his lips to hers. The kiss was savage, primal and Veronica melted from the heat that surged through her body. She felt electrified.
Logan lifted her onto the kitchen countertop and continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. He rested his hands on her hips, lightly tracing the sliver of exposed skin at her waist. Slowly, he slid his hands up her torso, taking her shirt with him. When he reached her bra he unclasped it and gently pulled it off, along with her shirt. Gently, he began caressing her breasts as he kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck.
Veronica's head dropped back, she fisted his hair, and pulled sharply, bringing his mouth back to hers. She locked her legs around his hips and cupped him through his pants.
Logan groaned against her mouth and let his hands slip down to unfasten her skirt. He urged her to release his hips. With a devious look, she tightened her legs and grasped his shoulders, pulling herself off the counter. Logan lifted the skirt up her body and over her head, his eyes locked with hers.
Veronica twisted her hips causing his knees to buckle slightly. She leaned in and licked the shell of his ear, biting down on the lobe. "You really have a problem with the word 'no', don't you?" she breathed.
He swallowed hard, reached up, and tweaked her nipples into sharp points. “And you really have a problem saying 'no' to me, don’t you, short-stop?” he snarked back. He laid her out across the counter and leaned back to gaze at her body. “Well, well, Miss Mars...you don’t seem to be wearing any panties,” he leered at her.
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s because someone didn’t give them back to me when he was finished the last time,” she hissed out. Her breath caught and she moaned loudly when Logan slipped his fingers inside her.
Leaning down, he kissed her hungrily. His tongue thrust in time with his fingers. Veronica writhed against his hand. With his other hand, Logan began to shuck his pants.
Veronica levered herself up, using her elbows, to sit on the edge of the counter. The new angle of his fingers caused her to gasp as she tore at his shirt. She wanted to feel his skin sliding over hers.
Logan slipped his fingers out of her and finished removing his clothing as quickly as his shaking hands would allow. He pulled a condom from his pants pocket and pressed it into Veronica’s hand. She ripped open the package and slowly, rolled it over his erection.
He groaned in frustration and pushed her to lean back, licking up her sternum to her pulse point. He gently nudged at her opening with the tip of his cock.
Veronica reached down, grasped him firmly, and guided him in. She moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in her head as Logan slowly penetrated her inch by inch.
Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out the breath he'd been holding and leaned back. She laid back and his gaze raked over her body, splayed across the kitchen counter. Gently, he cupped the back of her neck.
Veronica opened her eyes to meet his. Tenderly, Logan slid his hand down her neck, tracing a path down the middle of her body. Her back arched up to meet his touch.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with passion. He reached down to caressed the flesh wrapped tightly around his cock with his thumbs. She gasped and her hips thrust toward him slightly.
With an appreciative groan, Logan began a leisurely back-and-forth rocking motion. Instinctively, Veronica flexed her inner muscles in an attempt to keep him firmly inside of her.
He froze, “Oh, baby. Do that again.”
Veronica tensed her muscles around him again, squeezing him tighter than before. With a shuddering breath, he stared deeply into her eyes.
Slowly, their breathing began to sync as they moved in tandem. Each matched the other, thrust for thrust.
Veronica began to pant and her eyes drifted closed. Logan accelerated his pace, plunging into her harder, bumping her cervix with each thrust. Veronica gasped and rotated her hips, knowing that release was close.
With a final push, they both fell over the edge. Veronica cried out as he grunted against her shoulder. They shuddered and clung to each other tightly, while their breathing slowed and bodies cooled.
Logan lifted his head from the crook of her neck, brushed her hair back, and kissed her gently. Veronica sighed and smiled, a look of total satisfaction on her face.
The clock chimed and Veronica gasped. "Oh my god...you have to go. I have a date in an hour and I'm going to be late now." She pushed against his chest frantically.
"Hey, calm down. It's gonna be alright." Logan attempted to soothe her, but she continued to push him away. Quickly, he grabbed the condom by the base and pulled out of her.
Veronica scrambled off the counter and hastily gathered her scattered clothing. "I'm sorry, but you really have to go, now. We'll talk later, ok?"
Logan looked up from straightening his clothes as she tried to force him out the door. "Look, Veronica...you don't have to throw me out. I'm going. Let me finish putting my clothes back on, is that ok with you?"
She nodded, "Sorry. It's just..."
Logan finished zipping his pants. Grasping her chin, he forced her to look at him. "I know. Don't worry about it. We’ll talk later." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, letting all of his love for her pour into the kiss.
Veronica kissed him back, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. She broke away, "Yeah, I‘ll talk to you later. Bye, Logan."
"Ok, later." He twinked as he walked out the door.
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Veronica rushed across the lobby of the Sunset Regent Hotel. She spotted her boyfriend standing patiently near the entrance of the restaurant, with his back to her. She admired his long, sleek line, his broad shoulders, and lean hips.
Damn, Veronica...You’ve got it bad.
Her lips curled up into a smile. “I know I’m late. Sorry, honey.” She beamed as he turned towards her. Veronica leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“Whoo. I am having the weirdest déjà vu thing right now. Didn’t we play this little scene a while ago?” Logan smiled down at her, kissed her cheek, and brushed her hair back.
Veronica said nothing, as he continued. “Change of plans, Sugarpuss...I cancelled our reservations, due to the fact that you are,” he consulted his watch, “over half an hour late. But I had a better idea...”
Her eyes narrowed, “Why do I have a feeling that I’m not going to like this plan of yours?”
Logan winked at her, reached into his pocket and pulled out an engagement ring. He leaned down to whisper in her ear as he slid the ring onto her finger, “So I talked to this guy on the phone. Let me handle it, he’s a bit prickly.” He wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and marched over to the counter.
The hotel receptionist was the same pompous ass that they had dealt with before. He looked up, eyes narrowing at them, “May I help you?” His tone was condescending.
Logan smiled, “You may. I’m not sure if you remember us, but my fiancé and I were here a few months ago, looking for a honeymoon suite?”
“I remember you,” the receptionist drawled.
“Excellent! We are going to need that suite tonight. You see, we just ran up to Vegas and did the whole drive-thru wedding chapel thing.” Logan paused to look down at Veronica lovingly and rub her flat stomach. “That’s what happens when you’ve got one on the way, you know what I mean?” Logan looked back at the receptionist and gave the guy a wink. “She just can’t keep her hands off me...not that I can blame her, I am a sexy beast.”
The receptionist looked unimpressed, “Oh, how wonderful. Congratulations to you both. Since it is the weekend, there is a two night minimum.” He picked up a brochure. “You may remember, these are our more affordable packages...the rooms run $350 for a courtyard and $450 for poolside.”
Veronica looked over at Logan and pouted. She placed her left hand on his chest and flashed the huge ring encircling her finger. “But Pookie, I thought you said that even though we didn’t get the wedding that we had planned, you would make sure that our honeymoon was extra special...I don’t want to stay in some crappy room that anyone can stay in.”
Logan leaned down, rubbed his hand up and down her back, and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Don’t worry, Sugarpuss. I’m gonna make sure that everything is perfect. I just have to deal with ‘Jeeves’ here and we’ll get started on that honeymoon.” He growled playfully at her, kissing her again.
Veronica slid her arms up his chest, laced her fingers behind his neck, and pressed her body to his. “You promise?” she asked seductively.
His gaze was smoldering as he pressed against her. “Oh yeah, I promise.” Logan kissed her passionately until the receptionist cleared his throat loudly.
“Shall I book a room for you?” he snotted.
Logan shot him an irritated glance, “Why, yes. That would be lovely, Jeeves.” He returned his eyes to Veronica, who was practically hanging from his neck. “We’ll take the ‘Princess Suite’. Oh...and you can put it on this,” reaching into the breast pocket of his suit coat, Logan withdrew his American Express Black card. “Nothing’s too good for my Sugarpuss...she’s a keeper, you know.”
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One short, private elevator ride later and Logan was carrying Veronica over the threshold, into the Princess Suite. The bellman looked discretely away when they began kissing. When Veronica moaned, however, the man cleared his throat, reminding them that he was still standing there waiting for a tip.
Chagrined, Logan lowered Veronica’s feet to the floor, reached into his pocket, and handed the man a fifty dollar bill. “I’m sorry about that...newlyweds and all.”
The bellman nodded with understanding. “The complimentary champagne will be arriving shortly, sir. Will there be anything else, sir?”
Logan looked over his shoulder at Veronica. She shrugged and walked over to take in the 360° view that the receptionist had raved about.
“Send up a plate of strawberries.” Logan slipped another fifty dollars into the bellman’s hand. “I expect that we will receive the very best service that this fine hotel has to offer.”
“I will personally see to all of your needs, sir.” The bellman assured him as he backed out of the room.
Logan slowly walked across the room, wrapped his arms around Veronica’s waist, and laid his head on her shoulder. “So, you gonna tell me what made you late for our anniversary dinner?” He bit his lip, trying to stifle his laughter.
Veronica’s mouth twitched. “Well...first, there was an intruder at the office that I had to deal with. You wouldn’t believe this guy...he just refused leave. Then there was a slight problem when I got home...”
“Really...sounds like you’ve had a rough day. What was the problem at home?” Logan mumbled as he feathered kisses against the side of her neck, causing shivers to run up and down her spine.
“Um...I had a little mishap in the kitchen...Oh god, don’t stop doing that.” She rolled her head to the side, to give him better access.
Logan bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “A mishap, huh? Is that how you really feel about what happened today?”
Innocently, Veronica replied, “Why, I don’t know what your talking about...”
“Let me refresh your memory, my dear...this morning, I placed an ‘out of order’ sign on the bathroom door. Hoping that my beautiful girlfriend would come in and possibly have hot sex with me. But alas, that was not the case. Instead, in walked a feisty blond with her panties in a bunch about her ‘boyfriend’. Of course, this annoying little blond still managed to bring me to full attention. To my dismay, she pushed past me without giving me any kind of relief.” He paused to suck on her earlobe.
While speaking, Logan caressed every part of her body that he could reach. “Well, I took matters into my own hands, literally, and that blond girl walked up behind me and finished me off. She even licked our hands when she was done. It was the hottest, fucking thing I have ever seen...let alone been a part of.”
“Then, I met up with that same girl for a little ‘touchy-feely’ during lunch in the library...but her best-friend walked in right before it got interesting. So, I tried again...I’m nothing if not tenacious, you know. I went to see her at work, but people kept walking in and she stuffed me under her desk...I did have some fun under there though. By the way...I believe these are yours.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out her panties that he had kept from earlier that afternoon.
She laughed out loud when she saw them and turned around in his embrace. “I’m glad you decided to play along today.” She kissed his chin. “I’m glad that you were still in the bathroom this morning when I came back.” She kissed his left cheek. “I’m glad that you were in the library at lunch.” She kissed his right cheek. “I’m glad that you followed me to work.” She kissed his left eyelid. “I’m glad that you pushed me through my front door and made love to me on the kitchen counter.” She kissed his right eyelid.
“And, I’m really glad that you changed our dinner plans and that we’re here now.” She pressed her lips to his and licked the seem of his mouth. Logan slipped his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss.
They broke apart when there was a knock on the door. Logan groaned in frustration and went to answer it. He yanked the door open, almost ripping it off its hinges.
The bellman stood outside with the tray of food they had ordered. Logan gestured for him to enter and looked toward the bathroom where Veronica had disappeared. He tipped the bellman, told him that they didn’t wish to be disturbed again, and waited for Veronica to rejoin him.
She walked out of the bathroom in a fluffy white robe as Logan was pouring the champagne. He looked up and smiled at her. “So, what would you like to do, short-stop?” Logan kissed her forehead and handed her a glass.
“Wait...have this first,” he halted her as she was about to take a sip from her glass and pressed a ripe strawberry to her lips.
Veronica looked at him from beneath her lashes and slowly closed her lips around the berry. She sucked it lightly into her mouth and bit down. The juice ran down her chin and over his fingers.
With the pad of his thumb, he wiped the drop of juice from her chin. Leaning in, he kissed her again, he shared her strawberry.
“Let’s bring the champagne and strawberries to the hot tub,” Veronica breathed into his mouth as the kiss ended. Logan gulped and nodded.
Veronica walked over to the hot tub and turned on the water as Logan gathered up the bottle and the plate of berries. There were candles lined up along the ledge surrounding the tub. As she waited for the hot tub to fill, Veronica located some matches and lit the candles that lined the edge
Logan joined her at the edge of the tub and she slid her arms up his to wrap around his neck. He pulled her closer to him, stroked up her back and threaded his fingers through her hair, as his mouth descended on hers for a slow and passionate kiss.
Gradually, Veronica removed his clothes. She caressed up his chest, placing chaste kisses along his jaw. Moaning in appreciation, Logan slid the robe from her shoulders. He let his gaze sweep over her from the top of her head down to her painted toes, as the robe pooled at her feet.
He swallowed hard, “You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world.” He looked into her eyes, “I love you so much, Veronica.”
She silenced him with a finger to his lips, “Shh...I know Logan. I feel the same way, I love you with everything I have.”
Logan bent down, hooked an arm under her knees, lifting her into the tub. Climbing in, he gathered her close to him and began to slid his hands over her slick skin. “You’re so soft,” he nuzzled her neck.
Veronica straddled him and rubbed her body against his. “I want you, Logan, now,” she breathed as she nipped at his lower lip.
Logan grabbed one of the condoms from the ledge and quickly sheathed his cock. Veronica raised up on her knees slightly and sank down onto him, sighing with pleasure.
Veronica leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes locked on his, she slowly rotated her hips. Logan arched up, trying to imbed himself deeper into her as she clenched her inner muscles around him and continued to roll her hips in a circle.
"Oh, Veronica...baby..." he slid his hands under her buttocks and began to work her up and down his shaft. She shifted her legs and locked her ankles around his waist.
Her breathing grew ragged. She leaned forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder as she whimpered softly. Her breath puffed out against his skin in shallow bursts.
Logan thrust up into her faster and pulled her down onto him harder. Veronica’s mind whited as she cried out in ecstasy. With a few more mindless thrusts, he followed her and grunted out his orgasm. His cock jerked inside her as she shook and pulsed around him, milking him dry.
She leaned against his chest, her arms and legs splayed out at her sides, too sated to move. Logan lazily stroked along her spine and placed small, tender kisses on her neck, shoulders, and face.
Slowly, Veronica opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Hey, you,” she breathed dreamily.
“Hey. I was starting to wonder when you were going to join me again. I love you, baby.”
Veronica’s eyes drifted closed again, she slipped her arms around his back and gripped his shoulders. “I love you, too.”
“What do you say, we get out of this tub and into bed?” Logan asked quietly.
She opened her eyes and gave him a puzzled look. “What’s wrong with staying right here for a while?” Her voice was soft, speech slightly slurred.
He smiled at her, brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. “Well, the water is starting to get cold and I need to get rid of the condom...”
“Ohh...well, in that case...let’s get into bed,” Veronica slowly slid off his lap and stood up.
Logan disposed of the condom, grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off. He then turned to dry her off as well. Bending down, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Veronica turned her head to kissed his shoulder.
Looking up into his eyes, she smiled playfully. "So...are you going to tuck me into bed? Maybe read me a story?"
"You want me to tell you a story?" He quirked his eyebrows at her and smirked. "Ok, short-stop...I'll tell you a story." He placed her gently in the center of the bed and lay down next to her, drawing her body flush against his. Logan began caressing her slightly damp flesh and cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time, there was a tiny little chicken whom everyone called 'Chicken Little'. One day..." Logan's voice trailed off as Veronica started to laugh hysterically. “What?” he asked innocently.
Veronica pushed him to his back and rolled to lay on top of him. “I meant...tell me about us...how you see our relationship. Don’t tell me the story of ‘Chicken Little’ or any other fairy tale you might have locked up in there,” she tapped his forehead with her finger.
“Ohh...that’s what you meant. I guess I got confused for a minute.” Logan trailed his hands over her arms and back, lightly as he luxuriated in the feel of her naked skin pressed against his. Veronica nestled her head beneath his chin and listened as he began his tale.
“In that case...once upon a time, there was this incredibly sexy, tiny, blond, teen sleuth. Now, this tiny blond one loved to nose around in everyone else’s business. One day, a pint-sized ATF agent decided to kidnap the little blond. But our fearless detective happened to be very smart...she was on the phone with a very courageous guy and he heard the entire conversation between her and the “Jump Street” wannabe. The angry ATF agent, who had a serious short-man complex, was dragging her up the stairs to his crappy motel room, when our hero rounded the corner and laid him out with one punch.
Well, the angry little man wanted to talk to the exquisite blond girl by himself, but the handsome rescuer didn’t want to leave her alone. He didn’t trust the ATF twerp, but the tiny blond assured him that she would be fine. So, the handsome rescuer waited outside the room.
After what seemed like an eternity, that fine-looking girl walked out of the room and told her modern-day, knight-in-shining armor that she was ok. Then, she kissed him and his entire world stood still. They stared at each other for a long moment, both of them dazed. With a shake of her head, she turned and began to walk away.
Afraid that the most precious thing in his life was slipping through his fingers, he grabbed her arm, spun her around, and kissed her. He knew, in that instant, that there would never be another girl for him and he poured all of his emotions into the kiss.
Well, that was a year ago, and the young lovers have been through a lot. There have been some arguments, some very difficult times...but they always return to the memory of that day on the balcony of the crappy motel and know that there will never be anyone else for either one of them.”
Logan finished his story by kissing Veronica on the top of her head. Her breathing was deep and even and Logan knew that she had fallen asleep. He smiled down at her, gathered the blanket closer around her shoulders, and kissed her head once more.
“I love you, Veronica Mars,” he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.
Author: leoness8178
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: Adult/NC-17
Word Count: 7,632
Summary: “Great, this is just what I needed. Here I was, all ready to take my test and now...this. How am I going to explain the blush and puffy lips to my boyfriend? Thanks a lot, Logan.” She pushed away from him and started to reapply her lipstick, in an attempt to hide the ‘just been kissed’ look.
Spoilers/Warnings: All of Season 1 and 2-thus far to be safe
Author’s Note: Written for the “Caught in the Act” challenge at loveathons. X-posted to veronicamarsfic. This fic is AU. A special thanks to my wonderful betas.
Veronica strolled down the halls of Neptune High on her way to her third period class. As she was passing the bathroom, she noticed an ‘Out of Order’ sign hanging on the door. With a heavy sigh, she looked around quickly and pushed through the door.
“So, I see that the ‘Bat-signal’ is still working.” Logan lounged against the sink, smirking.
“What do you want?” Veronica snipped. “I have a test in my next class and I don’t want to be late.”
Nodding, Logan continued. “Hey, you remember when we, uh, made out against the sink and you had your legs around my waist?”
“Stop, you'll make me blush.…I repeat, what do you want?”
Logan pulled himself up and stalked toward her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. “Just wanted to do this…” He mumbled, before he swooped down and locked lips with her.
Veronica, stunned for a moment, reached her hands up and grasped his shoulders. The kiss deepened and before long they were both gasping for breath.
“Damn, Mars…I guess you do blush.” Logan brushed her hair out of her face and placed a small kiss on her forehead.
“Great, this is just what I needed. Here I was, all ready to take my test and now...this. How am I going to explain the blush and puffy lips to my boyfriend? Thanks a lot, Logan.” She pushed away from him and started to reapply her lipstick, in an attempt to hide the ‘just been kissed’ look.
Logan wrapped his arms around her from behind. His eyes locked on hers in the mirror as he bent down and licked her throbbing pulse point. “You should know by now that you can’t deny what you feel for me, Mars. Good luck on your test...and I really don’t care what you tell your boyfriend.”
Veronica shouldered past him and out of the bathroom with a shake of her head. Checking her watch, she jogged the rest of the way to her class. Just as the final bell rang, Veronica slipped through the door. While walking to her seat, she looked into her bag...
Damn. I forgot to stop at my locker for my book. This is all Logan’s fault.
Immediately, she retreated back into the hall. Hurrying to her locker, she noticed the sign still on the bathroom door.
What the…
Veronica slowly pushed the door open and crept inside, her eyes sweeping the room. Just as she was about to leave, she heard a slight moan coming from one of the stalls. Bending down, Veronica recognized Logan’s shoes. Silently, she pulled the door of the stall open.
Logan’s back was turned toward her. He stood, slightly hunched over, with his left hand pressed flat against the wall. His right hand slowly fisted his cock and his hips thrust forward, in a gentle rhythm. His head fell back and his knees bent slightly as his orgasm approached.
Veronica stepped forward and reached around Logan to encircling his throbbing cock. His entire body froze. His eyes flew open and he looked down at her smaller hand, gliding over his engorged flesh.
"Let me," she breathed and pressed her body against his. Veronica squeezed him gently and entwined her fingers with his.
Logan swallowed hard as his eyes drifted closed again. Slowly, Veronica worked their hands up and down his shaft. With her right hand, Veronica pushed his khakis and boxers down until they pooled around his ankles. She reached between his legs to gently cup his balls.
Logan moaned and thrust harder into their joined hands. His breathing became shallow. The pull of his orgasm sharpened as Veronica squeezed him tighter. With a groan and a few hard thrusts, Logan erupted into their hands.
"Oh, god, Veronica," he panted.
She turned him to face her. Veronica raised her gaze to his. Without breaking eye contact, she brought their, still entwined, hands up to her mouth. Her tongue darted out as she licked at the cum dribbling down their fingers.
Logan's knees buckled at the sight and he slumped against the wall. Veronica tried to detangle her fingers from his, but Logan tightened his grip. Pulling her to stand between his legs, Logan settled his hands on her hips. He leaned in, kissing her breathless for the second time that morning.
Veronica pulled back and quirked her eyebrow, "I thought you said that 'endurance' was the codeword...I was expecting this to take a lot longer."
Smirking, Logan quipped, "Well, I know you have that test to get to. I didn't want to make you too late." His voice deepened to a husky tone. "So...meet you in the library at lunch?"
Veronica started to back away from him. A slight smile quirking on her lips, "We'll see. I can't make any promises...I think that my boyfriend expects me to spend my lunch hour with him. He's the jealous type. Mostly, he wants to keep me all to himself. So, I can't make any promises."
With a wink, Veronica exited the bathroom, stopped at her locker, and returned to class.
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Logan casually strolled into the library. Looking down all of the isles, he scoped out an isolated corner in the back of the library and waited.
He had to control the smile that played upon his lips, as he caught a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye.
“I guess you decided to join me after all. What could we possibly do to occupy...umpf,” Logan’s question was cut short when Veronica pushed him against the wall and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
Moaning, Logan wrapped his arms around her, cupped her ass, and lifted her off the ground. Veronica encircled his waist with her legs and ground her hips into him as Logan turned them, pinning her against the wall.
Veronica whimpered when Logan broke away to trail small, biting kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Panting heavily, her head fell back against the wall to allow him greater access. Logan bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Shivers shot through Veronica’s body and she arched harder against him.
“Shh...someone will hear you and put an end to our clandestine meeting,” He mumbled against her skin.
Logan slipped his hands up the backs of her thighs. He groaned at the contrast between her soft skin and his slightly roughened palms. Veronica began to writhe against him. Logan slid the tips of his fingers under the edge of her panties.
She threaded her fingers through his hair, lifted his chin, and sucked on his lower lip. She bit down sharply, only to soothe the bite with a swipe of her tongue.
Just as Logan was stroking up her cleft, Wallace rounded the corner.
“Oh, god. You could warn a brotha. My eyes...they burn.”
Veronica pushed Logan away, scrambled down, and began to straighten her clothing.
“Wallace...this is not what it looks like...” she stammered.
“Really, cause it looks like you two were going at it hot and heavy? You’d better be careful...next time, you may get caught by someone who might not be so understanding.” Wallace cocked his eyebrow, turned on his heel, and walked swiftly away.
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Veronica was desperately trying to concentrate on the background check that her father had asked her to run. With a frustrated sigh, she snapped her computer shut and lightly banged her head on her desk. She groaned as the events of the day replayed in her mind.
Grabbing a sheaf of papers, she trudged over to the filing cabinet.
As she bent over, her skirt inched up her thighs, skimming the edge of her ass. Stealthily, Logan entered the office and smiled. He crept up behind her and slid his hands up the backs of her exposed legs and around her ass to cradle her hips.
Veronica gasped in surprise, but quickly recognized the hands that had been all over her body earlier.
“Did you think that today was my birthday? Is this my present?” he whispered huskily as he ground his pelvis into her.
Straightening, she turned to face him. “Logan, what are you doing here? You know how my dad feels about you being here...”
Logan sighed and pulled her closer to him. “Relax...I know he’s not here. And, before you start freaking out again, my X-terra is parked three blocks down the street...Even if he sees it, it’ll look like I’m at that crappy coffee house.”
Veronica pushed against him, trying to put some space between them, but Logan didn’t budge. She settled for crossing her arms and shooting him an icy stare. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here?”
“I am here...” he kissed her forehead and brushed her hair from her face, “to finish what we started during lunch, before we were so rudely interrupted.”
“Oh, really,” Veronica quirked her eyebrow. “And what makes you think that I would be willing to do that? I seem to remember telling you that I have a boyfriend and that we have plans today.”
Logan smirked, “I’m sure that your 'boyfriend' is...” he paused and looked up at the ceiling, as if trying to gather his thoughts. His eyes met hers with a condescending wink, “...charming. But I know that you want to have some fun with me, Mars. Don’t deny it. You and me...we’re pretty fuckin’ hot together and you know it.”
He leaned down and placed small kisses on her forehead, each of her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and finally, her lips. Veronica unfolded her arms and placed her hands on his shoulders to push him away. However, when Logan licked her bottom lip and began sucking on it, her grip changed and she pulled him closer.
Opening her mouth, she slid her tongue past his lips as a slight moan broke free from her throat. Logan lifted her slightly, so that their hips were aligned. The kiss intensified rapidly. They broke away and stared deeply into each other’s eyes, time seemed to stop.
The sound of the downstairs door opening penetrated their stupor.
“Oh, my god...that’s my dad! You’ve gotta go!” Veronica panicked.
Logan, lowering her back to the floor, quipped, “And where am I going to go? Out the window? Do you expect me to magically grow wings too?”
Frantically, Veronica shoved him under her desk. “Don’t make a sound. You’d better get comfortable. I don’t know how long he’s gonna be here and you can’t leave until he does. Now, shut up!”
Quickly, Veronica opened her laptop and resumed working on the background checks. Keith entered the office and smiled at her. “Hi, honey. How was school?”
“Oh, you know. Mean kids, indifferent teachers...crumbling infrastructure. So, what are you smiling about?” Veronica responded. Her voice was a little breathy and the pitch was higher than usual.
“One of the bail jumper’s that I’ve been tracking for the past couple of weeks, just turned up. Looks like he was heading for the Canadian border. So, I’m on the next flight to Washington.”
“That’s great! How long will you be away and do you need me to book anything for you? Uh...Hotel? Car rental? Flight home?” Veronica’s voice cracked mid-sentence when Logan pushed her legs slightly apart and began to nip at the inside of her thighs.
“No, I have everything already set up...Honey, are you feeling ok?”
“Uh, um, yeah, I feel fine...Why do you ask?” she answered shakily.
“You look a little flushed and you sound like there's something wrong with you voice...I don’t know...chalk it up to being a parent. Anyways, I’ll be gone for at least 2 days, possibly more. I’ve already been home, packed, and...”
Logan continued to nip and lick her legs as she tried to listen to what her dad was saying. She softly kicked at him, but it only earned her a sharper nip, which caused her to bite the inside of her lip to keep from yelping in pain.
Her blood pounded in her ears so loudly, that she couldn’t hear Keith. As he continued to relay information on the cases currently open with Mars Investigations, her mind whited out. The only things she could focus on were the desire pulling sharply in the bottom of her stomach and the sensations that Logan’s hands and lips were causing.
“Veronica, Honey...are you listening to me?” Keith clapped his hands in front of her face to get her attention.
“Huh...Oh, I-I’m sorry, Dad. I w-was listening,” she stammered. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, steadying her voice. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything while your gone. Have a safe trip. See you when you get home...happy hunting.”
Keith sighed, “I know you’ll take care of things, but honey...please, get some sleep. You’re really starting to look like your getting sick or something. I love you, sweetheart.” Keith leaned over her desk and kissed the top of her head, before turning to walk out the door. “Oh...I forgot a couple of things...first, Cliff is going to be stopping by later with information on something that he needs. Secondly, don’t stay out too late with that boyfriend of yours and don't even thing about letting him stay over...am I making myself perfectly clear?”
“Crystal. Bye, Dad. I love you, too.”
Once Keith was gone, Veronica let her head fall back to rest on her chair. Logan smirked up at her as he swept his tongue higher up her thigh. Veronica whimpered and shot him a look meant to convey annoyance, but failed miserably.
“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” she hissed at him, earning her another sharp nip.
“I think I know how to make your blood boil. I know that you’re so wet right now, I could slid into you with little or no resistance. And, I know that you don’t want me to stop, no matter what you say about this whole ‘boyfriend’ issue.” Logan grinned, devilishly.
Veronica saw the look in his eyes and the desire for a little revenge flashed in hers. She slipped one foot out of her shoe and began to stroke his hard cock through his khakis. Logan caught her foot.
“This isn’t for me, Veronica. I’m here to take care of you.” He placed a kiss on the bottom of her foot and spread her legs to rest on the drawers of her desk. “You already took care of my needs this morning in the girls' bathroom, remember? You licked my cum off your hand.” He breathed against the soaking wet crotch of her panties and pressed his lips to her heat.
As Logan blew against her core, Veronica whimpered softly. “L-Logan, you h-have t-to stop...I-I have t-to w-work...Oh god,” she moaned.
He hooked the edge of her panties with his fingers and pulled it aside. Slowly, Logan licked the moisture from her engorged sex. He released her underwear and brought his hands to rest on the waist of her panties. “God, I love how you taste. Lift up, baby,” he commanded softly.
Veronica raised her hips and he swiftly drew her panties down her legs and placed them in his pocket. He began to kiss up her thighs again, teasing her further. Her mind was on overload when he reached her slick opening. With his thumbs, Logan parted her folds and watched as she quivered.
He used the very tip of his tongue to lick up her labia. When he reached the hood, he pushed it back with his lips and drew out the hardened bundle of nerves.
Logan swirled his tongue around her clit and bit down gently, before sucking it into his mouth. With his fingers, he spread her wetness around, tracing her opening. Slowly, he slid a finger into her.
Veronica moaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “Logan, Logan...you really have to stop...Oh...someone’s coming up the stairs,” she whispered.
“I guess you have a problem then, Mars...I’m not going to stop until you cum,” he winked up at her. “As long as I’m trapped under here, hiding because you don’t want anyone to know that you like bad boys...I’m going to entertain myself. However, I promise that you will thoroughly enjoy the end results.”
Veronica’s eyes narrowed at him, but Logan just smiled and went back to his exploration of her body.
Cliff walked through the door to find Veronica sitting behind her desk with a forced smile on her lips.
“Hey, Cliff. Dad told me you were stopping by. So, what’s up?” Veronica’s voice was tight.
“Are you ok, V? You don’t look so good,” Cliff hesitated just inside the door. “Looks like you might be coming down with something...you’re all flushed. You don’t have a fever, do you?”
She chuckled, slightly. “I’m fine...I just had a rush of calls and had to do some digging through the files. Uh...So, Dad said you have a new case for us...um...What’s the stitch?”
Veronica panted a little. She was struggling to keep her eyes open and her brain focused on the business Cliff was discussing.
“My client, Ms. Cancun, has been arrested on an assault and battery charge. The ‘victim’, a Mr. Phillips, claims that Ms. Cancun ‘promised him a private party after her shift ended at The Seventh Veil’. Ms. Cancun was accosted by Mr. Phillips in the alleyway behind the club and she fought him off. The extent of his injuries were bruises, minor abrasions, and a broken nose. The last injury was sustained when Mr. Phillips wouldn’t take 'no' for an answer and Ms. Cancun punched him. It’s your standard background check and light surveillance job, nothing too taxing,” Cliff drawled out.
Veronica took the file folder and was pretending to look over the information inside. Logan stepped up his assault on her exposed flesh. He withdrew his finger and Veronica assumed that he had come to his senses and was going to back off while Cliff was sitting across the desk from her....but she was sadly mistaken.
Veronica, opened her mouth to ask Cliff a question but gasped instead. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. "WOW!! Uh, um, well, Cl-Cliff. You do bring us the most interesting cases."
Logan slipped his tongue deep into her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. He chuckled, causing his lips and tongue to vibrate against her. Involuntarily, Veronica arched her hips against his mouth, her head lolled back, and a deep moan bubbled up from her throat.
Cliff arched his eyebrows. "Am I interrupting something? Do you and your desk need to be alone?"
Veronica's head snapped up. "Sorry...I fell at school and have a heating pad on my lower back," she shrugged. "The heat just relieved some of the pain and it felt really good...uh, I'll work on this tomorrow," she indicated the file in front of her.
"Tomorrow?" Cliff narrowed his eyes, then smiled. "Yeah, you do look a bit tired. Maybe you should go home and go to bed. Call me when you get something. Oh, and enjoy your heating pad experience." Cliff walked out the door with a little wave.
Logan lifted his head to look at her. "A heating pad? That was the best you could come up with?" he quirked his eyebrows.
"Well, if you would just stay away from me...I wouldn't have to come up with any excuses," she retorted.
He smirked, "I think that good ol' Cliff had an excellent idea...you should go home and get into bed," he waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.
Veronica laughed. "If I go home...I go home alone. That's the only way I'd get any kind of rest, but I have work to do and a date to get ready for when I get home. So, if you don't mind..."
An evil grin graced Logan's features, "No, I don't mind at all, work away. I'll just finish what I came here to do."
He lowered his head to her heated flesh, slipped two fingers back into her, and sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips thrust toward him, seeking to release the pressure building inside. Her breath came in short, shallow pants. She could feel her orgasm pull sharply in the pit of her stomach and cried out in frustration when Logan slowed the pace of his fingers.
He knew she was close and wanted to prolong her pleasure as much as possible. Slowly, he eased another digit into her, stretching her wider. Veronica let out a sobbing breath, "Oh god....Logan...please..." she begged.
He lightly bit down on her clit and began to pump his fingers into her with renewed vigor. He felt her muscles tighten and twitch at the onset of her orgasm. She came hard. Her inner walls clamped down on his hand, making it impossible for him to move.
Gently, Logan brought her down. He lapped up her juices as her breathing returned to normal.
"Ok, that's it," she stated, breathily. She pushed her chair back from her desk and closed her legs. “Out!” she pointed to the door. “I’m through telling you that, Logan. I wish you would just listen to me for once...”
Shaking his head, he climbed to his feet and sat on the edge of her desk, totally disregarding her command to leave. “And I’m through telling you, Sugarpuss...you are mine and always will be. Face it, own it, and let’s move on with our lives.”
Veronica’s shoulders slumped. “I’m not property, Logan.” She glanced at the clock, “and now I have to close up and get ready for my date. You need to leave. I’m sure you have plans of your own tonight.”
Logan leaned over, grabbed her chair, and pulled her closer to him. His face inches from hers, “I do have plans for this evening, but I’m free the rest of the night...if you want company while your dad's out of town. You know the number.” He kissed her sensuously. “I’ll be there, with bells on, before you can say ‘Logan, I want you,’” he breathed.
With one last kiss and a wink, he strolled out of the office, whistling. Veronica leaned back in her chair for a moment, sighed heavily, and began to pack up her things.
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Veronica checked her watch as she began climbing the stairs to her apartment. She only had two hours to get ready for her date. Sliding her key into the door, she mentally ran through her 'to do' list while sorting through the mail.
She let out a muffled cry as something solid connected with her back and propelled her through the door. Whirling around, Veronica caught sight of Logan as he kicked the door closed.
"What are you..." her question was cut off when Logan crushed his lips to hers. The kiss was savage, primal and Veronica melted from the heat that surged through her body. She felt electrified.
Logan lifted her onto the kitchen countertop and continued to explore her mouth with his tongue. He rested his hands on her hips, lightly tracing the sliver of exposed skin at her waist. Slowly, he slid his hands up her torso, taking her shirt with him. When he reached her bra he unclasped it and gently pulled it off, along with her shirt. Gently, he began caressing her breasts as he kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck.
Veronica's head dropped back, she fisted his hair, and pulled sharply, bringing his mouth back to hers. She locked her legs around his hips and cupped him through his pants.
Logan groaned against her mouth and let his hands slip down to unfasten her skirt. He urged her to release his hips. With a devious look, she tightened her legs and grasped his shoulders, pulling herself off the counter. Logan lifted the skirt up her body and over her head, his eyes locked with hers.
Veronica twisted her hips causing his knees to buckle slightly. She leaned in and licked the shell of his ear, biting down on the lobe. "You really have a problem with the word 'no', don't you?" she breathed.
He swallowed hard, reached up, and tweaked her nipples into sharp points. “And you really have a problem saying 'no' to me, don’t you, short-stop?” he snarked back. He laid her out across the counter and leaned back to gaze at her body. “Well, well, Miss Mars...you don’t seem to be wearing any panties,” he leered at her.
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s because someone didn’t give them back to me when he was finished the last time,” she hissed out. Her breath caught and she moaned loudly when Logan slipped his fingers inside her.
Leaning down, he kissed her hungrily. His tongue thrust in time with his fingers. Veronica writhed against his hand. With his other hand, Logan began to shuck his pants.
Veronica levered herself up, using her elbows, to sit on the edge of the counter. The new angle of his fingers caused her to gasp as she tore at his shirt. She wanted to feel his skin sliding over hers.
Logan slipped his fingers out of her and finished removing his clothing as quickly as his shaking hands would allow. He pulled a condom from his pants pocket and pressed it into Veronica’s hand. She ripped open the package and slowly, rolled it over his erection.
He groaned in frustration and pushed her to lean back, licking up her sternum to her pulse point. He gently nudged at her opening with the tip of his cock.
Veronica reached down, grasped him firmly, and guided him in. She moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in her head as Logan slowly penetrated her inch by inch.
Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let out the breath he'd been holding and leaned back. She laid back and his gaze raked over her body, splayed across the kitchen counter. Gently, he cupped the back of her neck.
Veronica opened her eyes to meet his. Tenderly, Logan slid his hand down her neck, tracing a path down the middle of her body. Her back arched up to meet his touch.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes dark with passion. He reached down to caressed the flesh wrapped tightly around his cock with his thumbs. She gasped and her hips thrust toward him slightly.
With an appreciative groan, Logan began a leisurely back-and-forth rocking motion. Instinctively, Veronica flexed her inner muscles in an attempt to keep him firmly inside of her.
He froze, “Oh, baby. Do that again.”
Veronica tensed her muscles around him again, squeezing him tighter than before. With a shuddering breath, he stared deeply into her eyes.
Slowly, their breathing began to sync as they moved in tandem. Each matched the other, thrust for thrust.
Veronica began to pant and her eyes drifted closed. Logan accelerated his pace, plunging into her harder, bumping her cervix with each thrust. Veronica gasped and rotated her hips, knowing that release was close.
With a final push, they both fell over the edge. Veronica cried out as he grunted against her shoulder. They shuddered and clung to each other tightly, while their breathing slowed and bodies cooled.
Logan lifted his head from the crook of her neck, brushed her hair back, and kissed her gently. Veronica sighed and smiled, a look of total satisfaction on her face.
The clock chimed and Veronica gasped. "Oh my god...you have to go. I have a date in an hour and I'm going to be late now." She pushed against his chest frantically.
"Hey, calm down. It's gonna be alright." Logan attempted to soothe her, but she continued to push him away. Quickly, he grabbed the condom by the base and pulled out of her.
Veronica scrambled off the counter and hastily gathered her scattered clothing. "I'm sorry, but you really have to go, now. We'll talk later, ok?"
Logan looked up from straightening his clothes as she tried to force him out the door. "Look, Veronica...you don't have to throw me out. I'm going. Let me finish putting my clothes back on, is that ok with you?"
She nodded, "Sorry. It's just..."
Logan finished zipping his pants. Grasping her chin, he forced her to look at him. "I know. Don't worry about it. We’ll talk later." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, letting all of his love for her pour into the kiss.
Veronica kissed him back, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. She broke away, "Yeah, I‘ll talk to you later. Bye, Logan."
"Ok, later." He twinked as he walked out the door.
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Veronica rushed across the lobby of the Sunset Regent Hotel. She spotted her boyfriend standing patiently near the entrance of the restaurant, with his back to her. She admired his long, sleek line, his broad shoulders, and lean hips.
Damn, Veronica...You’ve got it bad.
Her lips curled up into a smile. “I know I’m late. Sorry, honey.” She beamed as he turned towards her. Veronica leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“Whoo. I am having the weirdest déjà vu thing right now. Didn’t we play this little scene a while ago?” Logan smiled down at her, kissed her cheek, and brushed her hair back.
Veronica said nothing, as he continued. “Change of plans, Sugarpuss...I cancelled our reservations, due to the fact that you are,” he consulted his watch, “over half an hour late. But I had a better idea...”
Her eyes narrowed, “Why do I have a feeling that I’m not going to like this plan of yours?”
Logan winked at her, reached into his pocket and pulled out an engagement ring. He leaned down to whisper in her ear as he slid the ring onto her finger, “So I talked to this guy on the phone. Let me handle it, he’s a bit prickly.” He wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and marched over to the counter.
The hotel receptionist was the same pompous ass that they had dealt with before. He looked up, eyes narrowing at them, “May I help you?” His tone was condescending.
Logan smiled, “You may. I’m not sure if you remember us, but my fiancé and I were here a few months ago, looking for a honeymoon suite?”
“I remember you,” the receptionist drawled.
“Excellent! We are going to need that suite tonight. You see, we just ran up to Vegas and did the whole drive-thru wedding chapel thing.” Logan paused to look down at Veronica lovingly and rub her flat stomach. “That’s what happens when you’ve got one on the way, you know what I mean?” Logan looked back at the receptionist and gave the guy a wink. “She just can’t keep her hands off me...not that I can blame her, I am a sexy beast.”
The receptionist looked unimpressed, “Oh, how wonderful. Congratulations to you both. Since it is the weekend, there is a two night minimum.” He picked up a brochure. “You may remember, these are our more affordable packages...the rooms run $350 for a courtyard and $450 for poolside.”
Veronica looked over at Logan and pouted. She placed her left hand on his chest and flashed the huge ring encircling her finger. “But Pookie, I thought you said that even though we didn’t get the wedding that we had planned, you would make sure that our honeymoon was extra special...I don’t want to stay in some crappy room that anyone can stay in.”
Logan leaned down, rubbed his hand up and down her back, and kissed her softly on the forehead. “Don’t worry, Sugarpuss. I’m gonna make sure that everything is perfect. I just have to deal with ‘Jeeves’ here and we’ll get started on that honeymoon.” He growled playfully at her, kissing her again.
Veronica slid her arms up his chest, laced her fingers behind his neck, and pressed her body to his. “You promise?” she asked seductively.
His gaze was smoldering as he pressed against her. “Oh yeah, I promise.” Logan kissed her passionately until the receptionist cleared his throat loudly.
“Shall I book a room for you?” he snotted.
Logan shot him an irritated glance, “Why, yes. That would be lovely, Jeeves.” He returned his eyes to Veronica, who was practically hanging from his neck. “We’ll take the ‘Princess Suite’. Oh...and you can put it on this,” reaching into the breast pocket of his suit coat, Logan withdrew his American Express Black card. “Nothing’s too good for my Sugarpuss...she’s a keeper, you know.”
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One short, private elevator ride later and Logan was carrying Veronica over the threshold, into the Princess Suite. The bellman looked discretely away when they began kissing. When Veronica moaned, however, the man cleared his throat, reminding them that he was still standing there waiting for a tip.
Chagrined, Logan lowered Veronica’s feet to the floor, reached into his pocket, and handed the man a fifty dollar bill. “I’m sorry about that...newlyweds and all.”
The bellman nodded with understanding. “The complimentary champagne will be arriving shortly, sir. Will there be anything else, sir?”
Logan looked over his shoulder at Veronica. She shrugged and walked over to take in the 360° view that the receptionist had raved about.
“Send up a plate of strawberries.” Logan slipped another fifty dollars into the bellman’s hand. “I expect that we will receive the very best service that this fine hotel has to offer.”
“I will personally see to all of your needs, sir.” The bellman assured him as he backed out of the room.
Logan slowly walked across the room, wrapped his arms around Veronica’s waist, and laid his head on her shoulder. “So, you gonna tell me what made you late for our anniversary dinner?” He bit his lip, trying to stifle his laughter.
Veronica’s mouth twitched. “Well...first, there was an intruder at the office that I had to deal with. You wouldn’t believe this guy...he just refused leave. Then there was a slight problem when I got home...”
“Really...sounds like you’ve had a rough day. What was the problem at home?” Logan mumbled as he feathered kisses against the side of her neck, causing shivers to run up and down her spine.
“Um...I had a little mishap in the kitchen...Oh god, don’t stop doing that.” She rolled her head to the side, to give him better access.
Logan bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “A mishap, huh? Is that how you really feel about what happened today?”
Innocently, Veronica replied, “Why, I don’t know what your talking about...”
“Let me refresh your memory, my dear...this morning, I placed an ‘out of order’ sign on the bathroom door. Hoping that my beautiful girlfriend would come in and possibly have hot sex with me. But alas, that was not the case. Instead, in walked a feisty blond with her panties in a bunch about her ‘boyfriend’. Of course, this annoying little blond still managed to bring me to full attention. To my dismay, she pushed past me without giving me any kind of relief.” He paused to suck on her earlobe.
While speaking, Logan caressed every part of her body that he could reach. “Well, I took matters into my own hands, literally, and that blond girl walked up behind me and finished me off. She even licked our hands when she was done. It was the hottest, fucking thing I have ever seen...let alone been a part of.”
“Then, I met up with that same girl for a little ‘touchy-feely’ during lunch in the library...but her best-friend walked in right before it got interesting. So, I tried again...I’m nothing if not tenacious, you know. I went to see her at work, but people kept walking in and she stuffed me under her desk...I did have some fun under there though. By the way...I believe these are yours.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out her panties that he had kept from earlier that afternoon.
She laughed out loud when she saw them and turned around in his embrace. “I’m glad you decided to play along today.” She kissed his chin. “I’m glad that you were still in the bathroom this morning when I came back.” She kissed his left cheek. “I’m glad that you were in the library at lunch.” She kissed his right cheek. “I’m glad that you followed me to work.” She kissed his left eyelid. “I’m glad that you pushed me through my front door and made love to me on the kitchen counter.” She kissed his right eyelid.
“And, I’m really glad that you changed our dinner plans and that we’re here now.” She pressed her lips to his and licked the seem of his mouth. Logan slipped his tongue into her mouth and deepened the kiss.
They broke apart when there was a knock on the door. Logan groaned in frustration and went to answer it. He yanked the door open, almost ripping it off its hinges.
The bellman stood outside with the tray of food they had ordered. Logan gestured for him to enter and looked toward the bathroom where Veronica had disappeared. He tipped the bellman, told him that they didn’t wish to be disturbed again, and waited for Veronica to rejoin him.
She walked out of the bathroom in a fluffy white robe as Logan was pouring the champagne. He looked up and smiled at her. “So, what would you like to do, short-stop?” Logan kissed her forehead and handed her a glass.
“Wait...have this first,” he halted her as she was about to take a sip from her glass and pressed a ripe strawberry to her lips.
Veronica looked at him from beneath her lashes and slowly closed her lips around the berry. She sucked it lightly into her mouth and bit down. The juice ran down her chin and over his fingers.
With the pad of his thumb, he wiped the drop of juice from her chin. Leaning in, he kissed her again, he shared her strawberry.
“Let’s bring the champagne and strawberries to the hot tub,” Veronica breathed into his mouth as the kiss ended. Logan gulped and nodded.
Veronica walked over to the hot tub and turned on the water as Logan gathered up the bottle and the plate of berries. There were candles lined up along the ledge surrounding the tub. As she waited for the hot tub to fill, Veronica located some matches and lit the candles that lined the edge
Logan joined her at the edge of the tub and she slid her arms up his to wrap around his neck. He pulled her closer to him, stroked up her back and threaded his fingers through her hair, as his mouth descended on hers for a slow and passionate kiss.
Gradually, Veronica removed his clothes. She caressed up his chest, placing chaste kisses along his jaw. Moaning in appreciation, Logan slid the robe from her shoulders. He let his gaze sweep over her from the top of her head down to her painted toes, as the robe pooled at her feet.
He swallowed hard, “You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world.” He looked into her eyes, “I love you so much, Veronica.”
She silenced him with a finger to his lips, “Shh...I know Logan. I feel the same way, I love you with everything I have.”
Logan bent down, hooked an arm under her knees, lifting her into the tub. Climbing in, he gathered her close to him and began to slid his hands over her slick skin. “You’re so soft,” he nuzzled her neck.
Veronica straddled him and rubbed her body against his. “I want you, Logan, now,” she breathed as she nipped at his lower lip.
Logan grabbed one of the condoms from the ledge and quickly sheathed his cock. Veronica raised up on her knees slightly and sank down onto him, sighing with pleasure.
Veronica leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her eyes locked on his, she slowly rotated her hips. Logan arched up, trying to imbed himself deeper into her as she clenched her inner muscles around him and continued to roll her hips in a circle.
"Oh, Veronica...baby..." he slid his hands under her buttocks and began to work her up and down his shaft. She shifted her legs and locked her ankles around his waist.
Her breathing grew ragged. She leaned forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder as she whimpered softly. Her breath puffed out against his skin in shallow bursts.
Logan thrust up into her faster and pulled her down onto him harder. Veronica’s mind whited as she cried out in ecstasy. With a few more mindless thrusts, he followed her and grunted out his orgasm. His cock jerked inside her as she shook and pulsed around him, milking him dry.
She leaned against his chest, her arms and legs splayed out at her sides, too sated to move. Logan lazily stroked along her spine and placed small, tender kisses on her neck, shoulders, and face.
Slowly, Veronica opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Hey, you,” she breathed dreamily.
“Hey. I was starting to wonder when you were going to join me again. I love you, baby.”
Veronica’s eyes drifted closed again, she slipped her arms around his back and gripped his shoulders. “I love you, too.”
“What do you say, we get out of this tub and into bed?” Logan asked quietly.
She opened her eyes and gave him a puzzled look. “What’s wrong with staying right here for a while?” Her voice was soft, speech slightly slurred.
He smiled at her, brushed the hair back from her face and kissed her forehead. “Well, the water is starting to get cold and I need to get rid of the condom...”
“Ohh...well, in that case...let’s get into bed,” Veronica slowly slid off his lap and stood up.
Logan disposed of the condom, grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off. He then turned to dry her off as well. Bending down, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Veronica turned her head to kissed his shoulder.
Looking up into his eyes, she smiled playfully. "So...are you going to tuck me into bed? Maybe read me a story?"
"You want me to tell you a story?" He quirked his eyebrows at her and smirked. "Ok, short-stop...I'll tell you a story." He placed her gently in the center of the bed and lay down next to her, drawing her body flush against his. Logan began caressing her slightly damp flesh and cleared his throat.
"Once upon a time, there was a tiny little chicken whom everyone called 'Chicken Little'. One day..." Logan's voice trailed off as Veronica started to laugh hysterically. “What?” he asked innocently.
Veronica pushed him to his back and rolled to lay on top of him. “I meant...tell me about us...how you see our relationship. Don’t tell me the story of ‘Chicken Little’ or any other fairy tale you might have locked up in there,” she tapped his forehead with her finger.
“Ohh...that’s what you meant. I guess I got confused for a minute.” Logan trailed his hands over her arms and back, lightly as he luxuriated in the feel of her naked skin pressed against his. Veronica nestled her head beneath his chin and listened as he began his tale.
“In that case...once upon a time, there was this incredibly sexy, tiny, blond, teen sleuth. Now, this tiny blond one loved to nose around in everyone else’s business. One day, a pint-sized ATF agent decided to kidnap the little blond. But our fearless detective happened to be very smart...she was on the phone with a very courageous guy and he heard the entire conversation between her and the “Jump Street” wannabe. The angry ATF agent, who had a serious short-man complex, was dragging her up the stairs to his crappy motel room, when our hero rounded the corner and laid him out with one punch.
Well, the angry little man wanted to talk to the exquisite blond girl by himself, but the handsome rescuer didn’t want to leave her alone. He didn’t trust the ATF twerp, but the tiny blond assured him that she would be fine. So, the handsome rescuer waited outside the room.
After what seemed like an eternity, that fine-looking girl walked out of the room and told her modern-day, knight-in-shining armor that she was ok. Then, she kissed him and his entire world stood still. They stared at each other for a long moment, both of them dazed. With a shake of her head, she turned and began to walk away.
Afraid that the most precious thing in his life was slipping through his fingers, he grabbed her arm, spun her around, and kissed her. He knew, in that instant, that there would never be another girl for him and he poured all of his emotions into the kiss.
Well, that was a year ago, and the young lovers have been through a lot. There have been some arguments, some very difficult times...but they always return to the memory of that day on the balcony of the crappy motel and know that there will never be anyone else for either one of them.”
Logan finished his story by kissing Veronica on the top of her head. Her breathing was deep and even and Logan knew that she had fallen asleep. He smiled down at her, gathered the blanket closer around her shoulders, and kissed her head once more.
“I love you, Veronica Mars,” he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.