I know this is horribly late and I'm a worthless git, but you feel sorry for me and will forgive me, no? ;-)
Let me begin by saying that this is one of, if not the best, fic you've ever done. It's rife with subtext, text, and teeming with emotion. I've read it several times over, and love it more each time.
The beginning of the fic--where you set up their fight, their temporary reconciliation--is wonderfully orchestrated. The attention to detail is just FANtastic. He nodded up at Keith and Veronica as the cue slid through his supple fingers. Veronica flinched at the loud crack, the balls clicking and clacking as they scattered across the worn green felt. Two solids, the marigold and maroon, found their way into pockets as Logan leaned his stick against the wall and gestured to a small table in the corner. is, as you probably have already guessed, my favorite part.
But moreover, I loved the idea that V & L are at a place where they're committed to one another, love one another passionately and deeply, and yet still have screaming, knock-down-drag-out fights. And the idea that they make it work *because* they love each other so much--that's what makes my shippy heart beat faster.
I love the intimacy of THIS: “Logan,” she breathed as she came up for air.
“Mmm. Yeah, babe?”
“Don’t leave like that again, okay?” Her crystalline blue eyes met his with laser-like intensity. “It scares me when you go off like that.”
Half-in and half-out, he cuddled her as best he could. “I’ll try not to, babe. ... Now that their fight is over, she immediately has to recuperate. It speaks not just of her passion, but also the amount of energy it takes to love someone like that. 'Tis awesome. :D
I loved the 'macho' posturing HERE: “Are you saying I’m not tough enough?” Logan guffawed, stepping into a martial arts stance, calling her bluff.
“I am not impugning your ‘manhood’, but if you feel you have something to prove, let’s go.” Grinning broadly, he beckoned with one hand. “C’mon, baby.” ...because I can just *see* this being a part of any future relationship they have. She can't let him think he's stronger, just like she can't let him have the last word. Bah! Men!
“Be still,” he commanded. “Unless you want this to be over too quickly for you to enjoy it.”
Suddenly still, Veronica panted as Logan’s hands found their target and he began to rub her peaked nipples. She arched up, exposing her soft, white neck to his roving lips. Sucking greedily, he continued to stroke her breasts until she moaned low and sharp.
Mmmmm, and really, can there be any doubt that she's not *enjoying* that? *shivers*
I loved THIS: “You’re mine, Veronica,” Logan murmured possessively, flattening his hand on her throat before tracing his palm over her breastbone and down to the zipper on her pants. Still shaking, her eyes snapped open in surprise as his icy fingers rimmed the waist of her jeans. As he dropped to his knees to untie and remove her hiking boots and thick socks, she caught a glimpse of her flushed face in the mirrored shower panel behind his shoulder. Cringing, she tried to hide from her reflection, ineffectually craning her neck and trying to tuck her chin into her shoulder. The characterization here is masterful. Veronica loving what Logan's doing to her--taking what she can not "willingly" give up--and then forcing her to watch her own enjoyment of the act. It's so convoluted, and yet, so *them*. I enjoyed the entire scene immensely, but that part was my favorite.
Let me begin by saying that this is one of, if not the best, fic you've ever done. It's rife with subtext, text, and teeming with emotion. I've read it several times over, and love it more each time.
The beginning of the fic--where you set up their fight, their temporary reconciliation--is wonderfully orchestrated. The attention to detail is just FANtastic. He nodded up at Keith and Veronica as the cue slid through his supple fingers. Veronica flinched at the loud crack, the balls clicking and clacking as they scattered across the worn green felt. Two solids, the marigold and maroon, found their way into pockets as Logan leaned his stick against the wall and gestured to a small table in the corner. is, as you probably have already guessed, my favorite part.
But moreover, I loved the idea that V & L are at a place where they're committed to one another, love one another passionately and deeply, and yet still have screaming, knock-down-drag-out fights. And the idea that they make it work *because* they love each other so much--that's what makes my shippy heart beat faster.
I love the intimacy of THIS: “Logan,” she breathed as she came up for air.
“Mmm. Yeah, babe?”
“Don’t leave like that again, okay?” Her crystalline blue eyes met his with laser-like intensity. “It scares me when you go off like that.”
Half-in and half-out, he cuddled her as best he could. “I’ll try not to, babe. ... Now that their fight is over, she immediately has to recuperate. It speaks not just of her passion, but also the amount of energy it takes to love someone like that. 'Tis awesome. :D
I loved the 'macho' posturing HERE: “Are you saying I’m not tough enough?” Logan guffawed, stepping into a martial arts stance, calling her bluff.
“I am not impugning your ‘manhood’, but if you feel you have something to prove, let’s go.” Grinning broadly, he beckoned with one hand. “C’mon, baby.” ...because I can just *see* this being a part of any future relationship they have. She can't let him think he's stronger, just like she can't let him have the last word. Bah! Men!
“Be still,” he commanded. “Unless you want this to be over too quickly for you to enjoy it.”
Suddenly still, Veronica panted as Logan’s hands found their target and he began to rub her peaked nipples. She arched up, exposing her soft, white neck to his roving lips. Sucking greedily, he continued to stroke her breasts until she moaned low and sharp.
Mmmmm, and really, can there be any doubt that she's not *enjoying* that? *shivers*
I loved THIS: “You’re mine, Veronica,” Logan murmured possessively, flattening his hand on her throat before tracing his palm over her breastbone and down to the zipper on her pants. Still shaking, her eyes snapped open in surprise as his icy fingers rimmed the waist of her jeans. As he dropped to his knees to untie and remove her hiking boots and thick socks, she caught a glimpse of her flushed face in the mirrored shower panel behind his shoulder. Cringing, she tried to hide from her reflection, ineffectually craning her neck and trying to tuck her chin into her shoulder.
The characterization here is masterful. Veronica loving what Logan's doing to her--taking what she can not "willingly" give up--and then forcing her to watch her own enjoyment of the act. It's so convoluted, and yet, so *them*. I enjoyed the entire scene immensely, but that part was my favorite.
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