Fic - Freshman Initiation - Rindee - NC-17
Title: Freshman Initiation
Author: Rindee
Pairing/characters: Veronica & Logan
Word Count: 2288
Rating: NC-17 - sex & language
Summary: Totally smutty sex in the library.
Spoilers: Through the end of S2, but all you really have to know that Veronica & Logan have graduated from high school and Veronica is now going to Hearst College.
A/N: Written for Madam Librarian's vm_library challenge, and dedicated to my beta, taken_with_you, because she promised threatened to spank me if I did didn't write something. I could go on and on about what a wonderful beta she is, but, really, why would I when I'm sure she'll be happy to tell you herself.
Thursday afternoon, the first week of my first semester at Hearst. I decided to visit the library, to get acquainted with the location of the reference material and to get a head start on my Sociology term paper. I’d just settled down with my books when the the back of my neck began to tingle suspiciously. It could be the weirdness of me, in the library, during the first week. Me, planning ahead instead of waiting ‘til the last minute and having to finish it while camped out in front of the Camelot, with Logan breathing down my neck, trying to distract me. Actually, the sensation feels a lot like when Logan accompanies me on a stake out: he taps his fingers on his knees and plays drums on the dashboard, changes his position and the radio station every five seconds, and, generally makes me crazy.
“Vaaronica,” he whispers, breathing on my ear as he kneels next to me. “What’re you doing?”
I knew the burn felt familiar. “What’s the matter, Buckaroo? Never seen a book before? It’s called reading, Logan.”
“But there are so many more interesting things to do in the library, Mars.” His mere words send chills up and down my spine, but when he lightly trails two fingers down the length of my bare arm, I give in and give up my attempts to study. It’s the first week, and it’s not like I have a test to study for or anything.
“What do you have in mind, Echolls?”
He brushes his lips against my ear and whispers, “There’s a little, tiny room over there, and no one’s in it right now.”
“It’s a group study room. You are familiar with the concept of group study, aren’t you, Logan?” I know what he wants, but before I can pack my books, Logan has me by the arm, steering me toward the darkened alcove. Shutting the door, he holds me against the wall with one arm as he closes the venetian blinds with the other. He presses his body against mine, and I can tell he’s been thinking about me - for at least an entire minute. With Logan, it doesn’t take much. Giggling like a schoolgirl is such a clichè - but I can’t help it. Except, when his tongue hits that spot, the one right under my ear. I gasp, and he smirks, all proud of himself, as usual.
Panting, I beg him to stop because it’s one o’clock in the afternoon and I’m hungry and we’re in a group study room in the Library, with people walking by the door every three minutes or so. And we’re so going to get caught, making out like high school students. And it’s not as if he doesn’t have a nice, cozy apartment, right off campus, where we wouldn’t have to worry about privacy. But, no, Logan prefers - oh my God. He spreads my arms out, away from my sides, as if I’m going to be crucified on the wall, and unhooks my bra. His hands slide beneath it, his chilly fingers causing my nipples to harden, and goosebumps to pop on my shivering arms. I hear the blinds rattle as my fingers skim up the door frame.
He pushes against me, flattens his smooth, hard body on mine, and places a palm over each breast, his thumbs roughly brushing my sensitized skin. I wonder if he can feel my heart pounding, because it feels as if every inch of my body is pulsing, my blood racing. Logan’s throbbing too, I can feel him in my belly. My head hits the wall, and I don’t even feel it as I strain to rub against him.
“Mars,” he murmurs with a little laugh, amused by my raw need. He looks at me with those eyes, smoldering and liquid and endlessly reckless. I’m helpless when he uses his eyes on me, and he knows it. He kisses me breathless, toying with me, short, fast, hard, then slow, soft, and lingering. “Veronica. Have you learned anything yet? Because there’s more.”
“Logan. I ... can’t ... breathe. What are we doing?”
“We, Sugarpuss, are christening the library, room by room, stack by stack. Maybe even table by table. And when we’re done, we’re going to baptize your classrooms, too, until you finally realize you belong to me, and me alone.”
I hear myself whimper “Logan” as he sinks to his knees, his hot, wet mouth groping for and sucking on my breast. I start to reach for him, but he catches my wrist and pins it back to the wall.
“Uh huh. Not yet, baby.”
“I ... I thought ... oh God ... this was ... supposed to be ... oh my God ... a quickie ... Logan?”
He smoothly slides the zip on my jeans and peels them down my hips so he can slip one hand between my legs. He palms my clit and I’m on my toes. My ass, pressed against the wall, is the only thing keeping me upright. He has to be able to feel my thighs shaking with the strain, but it doesn’t dissuade him from penetrating me, roughly, with three fingers.
“Ah, ahh ... oh, fuck, Logan.” It feels so good. My whole body shudders; I’m on fire. I can’t talk, can’t quite breathe, and my mouth is dry and empty. My fingers scratch the wall, searching for purchase so I can push back and take his hand deeper.
He chuckles, low and evil. “Veronica,” he taunts, wetting his lips. “C’mon, babe, give it up.” He leans in and licks my stomach, his tongue darting in and out of my belly button as he rocks me in his hand, his other affixed to my hip. “You know you want to,” he whispers, his words vibrating electrically across my middle. I roll my hips, hard, into his palm, his fingers curving to hit the spot inside, the one that drives me wild.
He cranes his neck and licks up my sternum, his hot, slick mouth slipping over my breast as he bites, not gently, on one nipple. My hips jerk frantically and my fists clench as I ride him ... thrusting, straining, silently screaming until, “Oh God. Yes, baby. Yes. Oh, Logan. Oh, oh, oh my God.” Trembling violently, I collapse in his arms.
He soothes me with his lips on my forehead, rocking me and giving me tiny kisses, nips and butterfly kisses until I stop shaking. Only then does he remove his hand from my pants, languidly licking his fingers and laughing softly as my eyes get bigger.
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“Oh, Veronica,” I murmur, the taste of her shooting straight to my cock. “Baby, you are so lovely right now.” She chuckles, raises an ironic eyebrow and swipes the back of her hand over her moist forehead. I brush errant wisps of hair from her cheeks and bend down to kiss her as she lies quietly in my lap. Probably plotting her revenge. The thought of what she’s going to do to me makes my dick as hard as granite, especially when she twists and tries to sit up. Despite my best efforts, I must have flinched because now she’s looking at me like a Siamese studies a bug before pouncing. I can feel her fingers against my legs, and her ass is twitching, and before I realize what’s happening, she’s shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her clad in an undone green blouse and a damp thong.
“That’s better,” she announces proudly, a triumphant grin on her glowing face. Her azure eyes stare into mine, but she’s not exactly asking for permission as her small hands close on my shoulders and she boosts herself up, legs splayed to straddle my hips.
“Hold still, Logan,” she orders, deliberately wiggling her butt down onto my thighs. I can almost feel her dampness through my jeans. She’s still so wet, and the heat radiating from her crotch stiffens my cock as it nearly impales her. She yanks at my tee shirt.
“What are you trying to do to me, babe?” I choke out, barely.
“Um... It’s called sex, Mr. Echolls, and it’s what boys and girls do, although not,” her hand slithers into my hair and she yanks my head back, “usually on the floor in the library.” Her mouth slams into mine and she nibbles at my lips before sticking her tongue down my throat. Every time she takes a breath, I feel her chest push against mine; she loves to tease, and I love being tortured - by her. Not that I need any encouragement in my quest to fuck her right here, in the next two minutes, if I even last that long.
Her beautiful blue eyes are sparkling devilishly; she dips her head and bites my neck as she runs her nails over my nipples and down my stomach. It surprised me, the first time she played rough, but for all her petite blondness, she has the fierce heart of a tigress, and the fingernails to match. Without thinking, my hands close over her tits, rubbing and squeezing them until her nipples are almost as hard as my dick.
Veronica pulls my hair again and hisses, “Uh huh, Logan. Remember,” she pants heavily. “Turnabout is fair play.” She thrusts her hips against me, brushing hard against my bulging jeans as her body seeks more friction. Her flushed cheeks and dazed look tell me she’s ready, and I know I’m going to explode in another second, so I put her ass in my hand and lift her off my cock.
“Babe. I gotta - ”
She slaps my hand away and reaches for my zipper. She tugs it down and impatiently parts my boxers, letting my cock spring free. “Very nice,” she teases approvingly, kissing me deeply as she lightly fingers the tip. It feels like my balls are in a vise, I’m so tight and so ready. Rising to her knees, she pulls her scrap of a thong to the side and holds me between her hands, making sure I’m positioned right up against her opening. Still on her knees, she leans forward, bracing her hands against my chest.
Her face glistens as she grabs my shoulder, and I want to plow so far inside her she’ll never let go. But I can’t, she’s staring at me so intently, so seriously. “What are you waiting for, Veronica?” I stutter stupidly.
She cradles my face between her hands. “I just want to be sure I have your full attention, Logan,” she says, her voice hoarse and low and amused. She kisses me desperately, sinking down on me at the same time. It shocks me, she’s so tight, so wet, so hot inside. I groan into her mouth and she rises to plunge onto me again.
“Oh, Jesus, Veronica. Oh God.”
“Logan,” she cries out, pumping up and down, her face contorted. I feel like every molecule in my body is being sucked through my cock and into her. I’m on fire as I buck into her, shoving in farther with each thrust. Her eyes flutter and roll back into her head, spurring me to a frenzy.
I’m going to come any second, but she’s not quite there. Her eyes pop open and she grabs my hand, sucking two fingers into her mouth. She wets me thoroughly, and places my fingers on her pulsing clit. As I rub it between my finger and thumb, she begins to convulse, cursing, calling my name, and urging me to go harder, faster. She flings her head back and I wrap my other arm around her waist, squeezing her tightly as I release.
I tumble backward, pulling Veronica onto me. She sprawls contently, her heart still hammering against my chest as she smiles like the Mona Lisa. “Veronica.”
“Logan?
I want to say something witty and loving and intelligent. I want to tell my tiny firebrand how moved I am when she uses me the way she does, knowing, as I do, that she’s never been this free with anyone else, but my heart is in my mouth and I can’t think straight because I’m still snugly tucked inside her. She laughs, the trill of her clear, crystalline voice snatching me from my reverie.
“What’s the matter, Logan? Cat got your tongue?” If she only knew.
“I think it’s going to be a great school year, don’t you?”
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