FIC: It's So Easy in the Moonlight (Veronica/Logan) NC-17
Title: It's So Easy in the Moonlight
Author: StarCrossdSparrow
Pairing/Characters: Veronica/Logan
Rating: NC-17 for graphic smut
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 3399
Disclaimer: RT is the master of all things "Veronica Mars." I'll put everyone back when I'm done, so please don't sue. Oh, and yeah, the title is a lyric from the song "Lua," which I also don't own.
Spoilers: Through 3.09 “Spit and Eggs” but nothing really specific.
Summary: Veronica and Logan always manage to make a mess of things. But, when they work things out, they really work them out!
Author's Note: Written for afrocurl's birthday! Have a happy LoVe Smut birthday, darling! Beta'd by the Dearest of Them All, erin2326. Hugs all around!
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Logan watched as Veronica stepped down from the Ferris wheel car. He tried not to grin as she carefully avoided her date's "helpful" hands. He smirked at the jerk's discomfort instead.
He felt his own date touch his forearm. The tall brunette was frowning up at him. He could see that she knew what he was thinking. Logan smiled lazily at the girl and watched her react to him. Some girls were just too easily impressed.
He turned back to the game booth and lobbed a dart at a pink balloon. It burst with a satisfying "pop" and the girl squealed with joy. They both knew that it was false and neither cared. The date was just a facade, something to interrupt the monotony of their real relationship that normally took place at the Grand between the hours of nine and midnight. Logan handed her a stuffed red bear without comment as she tucked her arm possessively into his. Logan bit back the snort of laughter that threatened. As if Veronica could be jealous. Oh no, he'd cornered the market on that particular emotion. There was none left for her.
As he wended his date through the ridiculously large crowd on the boardwalk, silently cursing her choice in location, he couldn't help trying to seek Veronica out once more. He nearly forgot to keep track of the girl clinging to him like a life raft during his search. When he finally spotted the tiny blonde, his feet carried him closer to her. If only Veronica could see Leggy Brunette Number Two pressed close to him, maybe he could send a little of that troubling jealousy her way.
He finally caught up to her standing alone near a taqueria. Her arms were folded, her shoulders slightly slumped. Logan recognized that look; Veronica was pissed but not yet angry enough to do something about it. Logan looked around to find her date. He was in the long line at the taqueria, perusing the menu.
Logan pulled his date to a recently vacated bench facing the beach and the crashing waves beyond. She quirked her eyebrow as he settled her in his lap. She tried to pull away but Logan held her tight. Then she completely threw him for a loop; she slapped him hard across the cheek, her hand hitting his cheekbone in the exact spot that sent the slap resonating down to his jaw.
Despite the pain, Logan smirked at her. "I didn't know you liked it rough." Logan watched as her irritation blew up into an all out rage. He'd seen that look on so many faces, he wondered if he should have been keeping a photo journal.
She huffed, threw the bear at him, and stamped her foot before departing.
Logan snorted his laughter at the tantrum and sat forward, resting his elbows his knees and working his jaw to get rid of the initial sting. Well, at least he'd succeeded in giving Ronnie a show.
Still, he wasn't ready to face her obnoxious know-it-all grin, so he sat back and draped his arms along the back of the bench. He kicked his legs out into an all-out sprawl, closed his eyes, and luxuriated in the simple pleasure of taking up space.
He jumped when he felt the tickle of hair on the inside of his wrist. A jolt ran the long way along every nerve and pulse point until it settled just below the zipper of his jeans. "Couldn't stay away, huh?" he remarked, leaving his eyes closed. Perhaps if he just kept pouring on the bad-boy charm, she'd climb back into his lap without much coaxing.
But, instead of the husky purr he expected, he got a laugh. "Yeah. After the way you sent that last chick running, I just had to come over and get a slice of whatever you were offering."
Veronica.
He gulped air, missing the liquid courage that had served him so well during moments like these in the past. He had to pull from inner reserves to force his eyes open and look at her.
Her blonde hair was curled in that way that reminded him of a modern Marilyn. Her navy blazer framed the porcelain column of her throat and her collarbone looked almost dazzlingly white in the moonlight. Her glossy grin reassured him that she'd yet to be kissed.
He leered at her. "You're welcome to whatever piece of me you most desire. Should I close my eyes or will I want to watch?"
Veronica snorted her derision. "I just came over to see if she'd broken any bones. I see she hasn't, so I'll go before I'm tempted to finish the job." She made to get up, but her slight hesitation told Logan all he needed to know.
"Didn't know you cared." He tipped his head in the direction of the boardwalk. "Not going well with Argyle Boy tonight? Should I give him some pointers or," he touched her sleeve and grinned, "Do you think he needs visuals?"
Veronica pulled her arm away but Logan didn't miss her ghost of a smile. "Not that it's your business, but it's not like that between us. We're just friends."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "You just made it my business. "
Veronica worried her lower lip, looking at the negative space stretched between their denim clad thighs. "Logan, I..."
Logan laid a finger on her lips. He didn't want an apology or whatever her approximation of one would be. She stopped moving her lips but Logan didn't move his hand away. Her soft, moist lips and the stir of her warm breath on the pad of his first digit made him linger. When she didn't move, he trailed his finger down her chin and across her jaw. He followed the glow of the moonlight to the delicate bones of her throat and felt her swallow hard against his fingertips. His laid his palm on her heart, marveling at how his hand nearly spanned her chest from thumb to pinky.
When she spoke, it was a husky rumble against his hot hand. "We shouldn't."
Logan's lips curved into an easy smile. "That's never stopped us before."
Veronica closed the distance between them and all at once, he felt her soft thigh against his hard one, her small hands on his chest, and her sticky-sweet lips on his.
He reacted immediately, the lazy lust in his belly igniting and spiraling outward to every extremity. His fingers slipped through those glossy blonde curls until he cradled her head, angling her lips to his. His other hand found her waist and battled through layers of clothing to find bare skin. She was warm to the touch as he traced a familiar path across the low waistband of her jeans and settled his palm into the slight hollow at the base of her back. He pulled her closer until he felt her chest on his.
The contact elicited a low growl at the back of Veronica's throat. Logan smiled against her lips before flattening his palm along her spine and pushing the fabric up until his fingers grazed the clasp of her bra.
Veronica started and sat back, her eyes searching his face. She cocked her head and shot a glance at the date she'd left behind. "Can you make us disappear?"
Logan grinned and grasped her hand. He pulled her up and jogged toward the sound of the water. It was so dark beyond the glittery boardwalk light, he couldn't tell how far they'd come until he felt wet sand under his feet. The crash of the ocean drowned out the tinkling organ music coming from the carousel and the dull roar of thousands of conversations. Logan felt like they were light years away from the boardwalk rather than yards.
Veronica yelled laughter and scurried away from the reaching waves as they chased her feet. She pulled out of Logan's grasp with a giggle. "I have shoes on, Logan. I don't want to get wet!"
Logan laughed. "Let me help!" He caught her around the waist and boosted her up onto his back. He felt the hot press of her thighs on his sides, her jeans scratching his skin where his tee shirt rucked up. She crossed her ankles around him and wrapped her arms around his chest.
He stopped a minute, enjoying the intimate press of their bodies in such an innocent position before bouncing her. She laughed, loud and carefree. Logan attributed Veronica's ease to the moonlit empty beach. He probably should thank the kid who'd brought her to the boardwalk and the girl who'd dragged him there as well. But, he didn't want to.
He jogged down the waterline, dodging the waves and jostling Veronica unnecessarily. She screamed happy giggles, spurring him on.
They made it all the way to a dark pier before Logan was out of breath. Veronica unwrapped herself and slid down his back, pressing her chest into him for a moment before backing into the damp wooden support in the shadows.
Logan was doubled over, laughter making him short of breath. When he looked back up, Veronica was watching him.
"Thanks. I just needed to get away," she confessed, dropping her gaze to the wet sand.
Logan laughed again. "No problem. I was getting a little tired of 'The Entertainer' myself. And the scent of funnel cakes always makes me a little sick. You should never try to eat your weight in fried food."
"I think I remember that night. Lilly called me at, like, three in the morning bitching because you ditched her."
"Yeah, I abandoned her in favor of my good friends, the bathroom tiles. She was never one for holding my hair back, but you know that." He smiled and took a tentative step towards her. When she didn't flee, he closed the distance between them.
"You make wonderful pillow talk, you know," she whispered, laying her flattened palms on his chest.
Logan mimicked her head tilt, the picture of sinful innocence. "I wasn't aware we were in bed."
Veronica gave a breathy little laugh that ran a path all the way down Logan's spine. "It doesn't matter when you're around."
Logan laid a cool hand on her forehead. "You're not drugged, are you? If you're a pod person, I demand you take me to the real Veronica after you've had your way with me."
Veronica dipped her head, the red flag of embarrassment creeping up that gorgeous white throat and settling on her cheeks. She lifted her gaze back to his and the affect on him was instantaneous. She looked lustful, her well-kissed lips still pink and tempting, her blue eyes darkened and sparking with electric desire.
Logan took the silent invitation and tasted her lips again. The slick lip gloss had been replaced by the fresh sea salt bite. She opened her mouth to him and burrowed her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself into him.
He smiled against her lips and kissed a trail across her perfect cheekbone. He suckled the spot just below her right ear and felt her head tip back in silent ecstasy. She boldly insinuated her leg between his thighs. Logan groaned and pulled back, searching her eyes.
Veronica bit her lower lip and stared back. He smiled and lifted her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her slight weight pressed against his erection momentarily rendered him incapable of coherent thought. Through a haze of passion, he watched her study him. Her lips were pursed, as if in thought. He leaned in for another kiss and she tangled her arms around him once more.
He kissed her roughly, trying to make up for every minute he'd spent recreating this moment in his mind. Their tongues clashed, not battling for control, but for purchase as the realities of their confusing relationship slipped away. Finally, Logan pulled back and let her down from her place pinned to the rotting wood.
"Come on," he half ordered, half pleaded, offering his hand. When she took it, Logan had to bite back the cry of relief that popped into his head. He led her to the creaking wooden steps that would carry them onto the pier. Logan looked to his left and sure enough, there was a small structure at the inland end. Logan tried the door and it swung open to reveal a small, sparsely furnished boat house.
"Logan," Veronica asked in a sharp whisper, "Aren't we trespassing?"
"I don't see any signs, so no, we're not. Why? Does that ever stop you?"
Veronica shook her head to indicate the negative and Logan pulled her inside. She kicked the door shut behind them and they found one another's lips again in the darkened room. Logan tugged her jacket down her arms, leaving it lie where it fell. She caught the hem of his shirt and separated him from it, adding it to the pile.
Their breathy moans echoed in the small room. Logan tumbled her backward onto a low futon, situating himself between her thighs for the third time in under an hour. "You have too many clothes on,"Logan complained mildly as he continued to peel layers over her head.
"All the better to tease you with, my dear." She slid out of her tank top, revealing her bra at last.
"So, you're the Big Bad Wolf in this story? I guess that makes me Little Red Riding Hood." Logan unhooked the garment and tossed it aside carelessly before laving one stiff peak.
Veronica moaned and drug her fingernails across his shoulders. "What is it with you identifying with redheads? Do you lead a secret life as a Lucy in drag?" she managed in a low, guttural voice.
Logan smiled against her, nipping at her narrow rib cage before peering up at her once more. "Oh, Ronnnie, can I come with you on a case!" he answered in his best approximation of the comedienne's nasal whine. Veronica giggled as Logan kissed a path up her midline, settling once more at her throat. "I promise I'll be good," he added in in his own voice.
"I have no doubt."
Logan lifted his head and possessed her mouth once more. He skimmed his hands down over her narrow curves and popped the button on her jeans. "Hmm, well, at least I won't have to prove anything to you."
Veronica found a sensitive hollow beneath his jawline. Between kisses, she murmured, "I didn't say that."
"You know I love a challenge." He slid her jeans and panties over her hips and down her tight thighs, discarding them somewhere over his shoulder. He laid both hands on her hips and stroked her thighs appreciatively.
"I love when you look at me like that," Veronica admitted quietly.
Logan cut his gaze back to her face, confused.
Veronica clarified, "Like you've never seen me naked before."
Logan smiled and dropped down to kiss her again. "Every time is like the first time," he said against her lips.
He felt the curve of her return smile and her own hands on his hips.
Her fingers found the button on his jeans. "Now you're wearing too many clothes."
Logan's breath hitched in his chest as she worked the denim over his hips. He nuzzled her throat. "This isn't going to break any world records, Veronica. I'll make it up to you-"
She cut him off with a kiss. When she pulled away, he watched her search his face before she spoke. "I know you will. I plan on giving you lots of opportunities."
Logan groaned and withdrew a condom from his pocket before stepped out of the cumbersome pants. He was so hot for her, his chest was constricted and he didn't know how the rest of his parts were responding to his brain anymore; surely all of his blood was concentrated in his hard length. He ran a hand through his hair and across his eyes, wanting to make sure for one last time that he wasn't imagining any of this.
When Veronica reached up for his hand and pulled him down to her, he knew it was real. He slid the latex over himself as she laid a hot hand on his bare hip. He looked into her blue eyes, alight with intensity before finally breaching her.
She was as tight as he'd dreamed she was. He'd even learned to adjust his own grip to match the intimate press of her interior muscles. But even that hadn't prepared him to have her again. He heaved a sigh as he slid home, delighting in her little moan.
He watched as she tilted her head back, her mouth open in a silent prayer. He withdrew completely before thrusting into her again. She curled her hands around his shoulders and aligned her body with his. She looked him directly in the eye and simply said, "Faster."
His cock jumped at the sweetly sinful command and he complied. He held her hips, marveling that anything so tight and slippery could want him. Her reply parries were growing frenzied and irregular, so he stood straight, maintaining the pace she'd been so eager to set. As he pulled and pushed in and out of her, he reveled in the sweet whimpers and barely coherent pleas that issued from her throat.
He spanned her belly with his hand, never breaking stride, and thumbed the sensitive bundle of nerves at the point where they joined. Her eyes opened and she tossed her head against the mattress, bucking and responding to his touch. Logan grinned down at her as she worked her own nipples and launched into a litany of jumbled versions of "Oh God!" "Oh Logan!" "Oh yes!" and "Harder!"
Finally, he felt all the tension he'd created in her snap like a rubber band. She screamed his name and arched against him in bliss. As Logan watched her tumble through the delightful torture of her orgasm, the pulse of her around his cock was too much. He laid down and captured her moans in his mouth and kissed her, rocketing in and out of her, barely aware of her nails scratching across his back and digging into his ass. She bit into his shoulder before crying out his name one last time and those simple, familiar syllables sent him over edge.
He heard himself shout her name as his orgasm wracked his body. Her thighs were a delicate vise on his and her muscles were pulling on his cock, begging for every bit of him to be hers. Finally, he lay still against her, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
He felt Veronica loosen her grip on him and he slid to one side. He ventured a look in her direction, delighted by her broad grin, her halo of disheveled gold curls, and the bright flush on her cheeks.
After a beat, Veronica quipped, "Fine, you can come on a stakeout with me."
Logan laughed heartily before sitting up with difficulty. His bones were probably as useless as sapling branches at the moment, but that didn't meant that he wasn't already stiffening in other places. He removed the used condom and trashed it before joining her on the futon.
When she made to get up, he wrapped his forearm around her hips and pulled her back. "No. None of that. I just got you out of all those clothes."
Veronica laughed and he grinned at the way it made her flat belly shake.
"But, someone might find us."
"Let them. I made a promise to you. And, if you'll just do that cuddle thing for five minutes, I'll get to fulfilling all of your naughty little wishes."
"You are such a woman. And, I'm not the bad one, here."
"Excuse me?"Logan asked, turning her to face him. "Who was the trampy one shouting out orders? 'Oh, Logan! Harder, faster!'" he teased.
She batted his arm with a concealed grin. "It's just because I always have to coach you along."
Logan laughed and pulled her on top of him. "Oh yeah, Coach? You wanna run me through some drills? How about the endurance one?"
Veronica smiled and shrugged, dubious. "Well, if you think you're ready..."
Logan just smiled.
They didn't leave the pier for a long time that night.
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Author: StarCrossdSparrow
Pairing/Characters: Veronica/Logan
Rating: NC-17 for graphic smut
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 3399
Disclaimer: RT is the master of all things "Veronica Mars." I'll put everyone back when I'm done, so please don't sue. Oh, and yeah, the title is a lyric from the song "Lua," which I also don't own.
Spoilers: Through 3.09 “Spit and Eggs” but nothing really specific.
Summary: Veronica and Logan always manage to make a mess of things. But, when they work things out, they really work them out!
Author's Note: Written for afrocurl's birthday! Have a happy LoVe Smut birthday, darling! Beta'd by the Dearest of Them All, erin2326. Hugs all around!
XxXxXxX
Logan watched as Veronica stepped down from the Ferris wheel car. He tried not to grin as she carefully avoided her date's "helpful" hands. He smirked at the jerk's discomfort instead.
He felt his own date touch his forearm. The tall brunette was frowning up at him. He could see that she knew what he was thinking. Logan smiled lazily at the girl and watched her react to him. Some girls were just too easily impressed.
He turned back to the game booth and lobbed a dart at a pink balloon. It burst with a satisfying "pop" and the girl squealed with joy. They both knew that it was false and neither cared. The date was just a facade, something to interrupt the monotony of their real relationship that normally took place at the Grand between the hours of nine and midnight. Logan handed her a stuffed red bear without comment as she tucked her arm possessively into his. Logan bit back the snort of laughter that threatened. As if Veronica could be jealous. Oh no, he'd cornered the market on that particular emotion. There was none left for her.
As he wended his date through the ridiculously large crowd on the boardwalk, silently cursing her choice in location, he couldn't help trying to seek Veronica out once more. He nearly forgot to keep track of the girl clinging to him like a life raft during his search. When he finally spotted the tiny blonde, his feet carried him closer to her. If only Veronica could see Leggy Brunette Number Two pressed close to him, maybe he could send a little of that troubling jealousy her way.
He finally caught up to her standing alone near a taqueria. Her arms were folded, her shoulders slightly slumped. Logan recognized that look; Veronica was pissed but not yet angry enough to do something about it. Logan looked around to find her date. He was in the long line at the taqueria, perusing the menu.
Logan pulled his date to a recently vacated bench facing the beach and the crashing waves beyond. She quirked her eyebrow as he settled her in his lap. She tried to pull away but Logan held her tight. Then she completely threw him for a loop; she slapped him hard across the cheek, her hand hitting his cheekbone in the exact spot that sent the slap resonating down to his jaw.
Despite the pain, Logan smirked at her. "I didn't know you liked it rough." Logan watched as her irritation blew up into an all out rage. He'd seen that look on so many faces, he wondered if he should have been keeping a photo journal.
She huffed, threw the bear at him, and stamped her foot before departing.
Logan snorted his laughter at the tantrum and sat forward, resting his elbows his knees and working his jaw to get rid of the initial sting. Well, at least he'd succeeded in giving Ronnie a show.
Still, he wasn't ready to face her obnoxious know-it-all grin, so he sat back and draped his arms along the back of the bench. He kicked his legs out into an all-out sprawl, closed his eyes, and luxuriated in the simple pleasure of taking up space.
He jumped when he felt the tickle of hair on the inside of his wrist. A jolt ran the long way along every nerve and pulse point until it settled just below the zipper of his jeans. "Couldn't stay away, huh?" he remarked, leaving his eyes closed. Perhaps if he just kept pouring on the bad-boy charm, she'd climb back into his lap without much coaxing.
But, instead of the husky purr he expected, he got a laugh. "Yeah. After the way you sent that last chick running, I just had to come over and get a slice of whatever you were offering."
Veronica.
He gulped air, missing the liquid courage that had served him so well during moments like these in the past. He had to pull from inner reserves to force his eyes open and look at her.
Her blonde hair was curled in that way that reminded him of a modern Marilyn. Her navy blazer framed the porcelain column of her throat and her collarbone looked almost dazzlingly white in the moonlight. Her glossy grin reassured him that she'd yet to be kissed.
He leered at her. "You're welcome to whatever piece of me you most desire. Should I close my eyes or will I want to watch?"
Veronica snorted her derision. "I just came over to see if she'd broken any bones. I see she hasn't, so I'll go before I'm tempted to finish the job." She made to get up, but her slight hesitation told Logan all he needed to know.
"Didn't know you cared." He tipped his head in the direction of the boardwalk. "Not going well with Argyle Boy tonight? Should I give him some pointers or," he touched her sleeve and grinned, "Do you think he needs visuals?"
Veronica pulled her arm away but Logan didn't miss her ghost of a smile. "Not that it's your business, but it's not like that between us. We're just friends."
Logan raised an eyebrow. "You just made it my business. "
Veronica worried her lower lip, looking at the negative space stretched between their denim clad thighs. "Logan, I..."
Logan laid a finger on her lips. He didn't want an apology or whatever her approximation of one would be. She stopped moving her lips but Logan didn't move his hand away. Her soft, moist lips and the stir of her warm breath on the pad of his first digit made him linger. When she didn't move, he trailed his finger down her chin and across her jaw. He followed the glow of the moonlight to the delicate bones of her throat and felt her swallow hard against his fingertips. His laid his palm on her heart, marveling at how his hand nearly spanned her chest from thumb to pinky.
When she spoke, it was a husky rumble against his hot hand. "We shouldn't."
Logan's lips curved into an easy smile. "That's never stopped us before."
Veronica closed the distance between them and all at once, he felt her soft thigh against his hard one, her small hands on his chest, and her sticky-sweet lips on his.
He reacted immediately, the lazy lust in his belly igniting and spiraling outward to every extremity. His fingers slipped through those glossy blonde curls until he cradled her head, angling her lips to his. His other hand found her waist and battled through layers of clothing to find bare skin. She was warm to the touch as he traced a familiar path across the low waistband of her jeans and settled his palm into the slight hollow at the base of her back. He pulled her closer until he felt her chest on his.
The contact elicited a low growl at the back of Veronica's throat. Logan smiled against her lips before flattening his palm along her spine and pushing the fabric up until his fingers grazed the clasp of her bra.
Veronica started and sat back, her eyes searching his face. She cocked her head and shot a glance at the date she'd left behind. "Can you make us disappear?"
Logan grinned and grasped her hand. He pulled her up and jogged toward the sound of the water. It was so dark beyond the glittery boardwalk light, he couldn't tell how far they'd come until he felt wet sand under his feet. The crash of the ocean drowned out the tinkling organ music coming from the carousel and the dull roar of thousands of conversations. Logan felt like they were light years away from the boardwalk rather than yards.
Veronica yelled laughter and scurried away from the reaching waves as they chased her feet. She pulled out of Logan's grasp with a giggle. "I have shoes on, Logan. I don't want to get wet!"
Logan laughed. "Let me help!" He caught her around the waist and boosted her up onto his back. He felt the hot press of her thighs on his sides, her jeans scratching his skin where his tee shirt rucked up. She crossed her ankles around him and wrapped her arms around his chest.
He stopped a minute, enjoying the intimate press of their bodies in such an innocent position before bouncing her. She laughed, loud and carefree. Logan attributed Veronica's ease to the moonlit empty beach. He probably should thank the kid who'd brought her to the boardwalk and the girl who'd dragged him there as well. But, he didn't want to.
He jogged down the waterline, dodging the waves and jostling Veronica unnecessarily. She screamed happy giggles, spurring him on.
They made it all the way to a dark pier before Logan was out of breath. Veronica unwrapped herself and slid down his back, pressing her chest into him for a moment before backing into the damp wooden support in the shadows.
Logan was doubled over, laughter making him short of breath. When he looked back up, Veronica was watching him.
"Thanks. I just needed to get away," she confessed, dropping her gaze to the wet sand.
Logan laughed again. "No problem. I was getting a little tired of 'The Entertainer' myself. And the scent of funnel cakes always makes me a little sick. You should never try to eat your weight in fried food."
"I think I remember that night. Lilly called me at, like, three in the morning bitching because you ditched her."
"Yeah, I abandoned her in favor of my good friends, the bathroom tiles. She was never one for holding my hair back, but you know that." He smiled and took a tentative step towards her. When she didn't flee, he closed the distance between them.
"You make wonderful pillow talk, you know," she whispered, laying her flattened palms on his chest.
Logan mimicked her head tilt, the picture of sinful innocence. "I wasn't aware we were in bed."
Veronica gave a breathy little laugh that ran a path all the way down Logan's spine. "It doesn't matter when you're around."
Logan laid a cool hand on her forehead. "You're not drugged, are you? If you're a pod person, I demand you take me to the real Veronica after you've had your way with me."
Veronica dipped her head, the red flag of embarrassment creeping up that gorgeous white throat and settling on her cheeks. She lifted her gaze back to his and the affect on him was instantaneous. She looked lustful, her well-kissed lips still pink and tempting, her blue eyes darkened and sparking with electric desire.
Logan took the silent invitation and tasted her lips again. The slick lip gloss had been replaced by the fresh sea salt bite. She opened her mouth to him and burrowed her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself into him.
He smiled against her lips and kissed a trail across her perfect cheekbone. He suckled the spot just below her right ear and felt her head tip back in silent ecstasy. She boldly insinuated her leg between his thighs. Logan groaned and pulled back, searching her eyes.
Veronica bit her lower lip and stared back. He smiled and lifted her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her slight weight pressed against his erection momentarily rendered him incapable of coherent thought. Through a haze of passion, he watched her study him. Her lips were pursed, as if in thought. He leaned in for another kiss and she tangled her arms around him once more.
He kissed her roughly, trying to make up for every minute he'd spent recreating this moment in his mind. Their tongues clashed, not battling for control, but for purchase as the realities of their confusing relationship slipped away. Finally, Logan pulled back and let her down from her place pinned to the rotting wood.
"Come on," he half ordered, half pleaded, offering his hand. When she took it, Logan had to bite back the cry of relief that popped into his head. He led her to the creaking wooden steps that would carry them onto the pier. Logan looked to his left and sure enough, there was a small structure at the inland end. Logan tried the door and it swung open to reveal a small, sparsely furnished boat house.
"Logan," Veronica asked in a sharp whisper, "Aren't we trespassing?"
"I don't see any signs, so no, we're not. Why? Does that ever stop you?"
Veronica shook her head to indicate the negative and Logan pulled her inside. She kicked the door shut behind them and they found one another's lips again in the darkened room. Logan tugged her jacket down her arms, leaving it lie where it fell. She caught the hem of his shirt and separated him from it, adding it to the pile.
Their breathy moans echoed in the small room. Logan tumbled her backward onto a low futon, situating himself between her thighs for the third time in under an hour. "You have too many clothes on,"Logan complained mildly as he continued to peel layers over her head.
"All the better to tease you with, my dear." She slid out of her tank top, revealing her bra at last.
"So, you're the Big Bad Wolf in this story? I guess that makes me Little Red Riding Hood." Logan unhooked the garment and tossed it aside carelessly before laving one stiff peak.
Veronica moaned and drug her fingernails across his shoulders. "What is it with you identifying with redheads? Do you lead a secret life as a Lucy in drag?" she managed in a low, guttural voice.
Logan smiled against her, nipping at her narrow rib cage before peering up at her once more. "Oh, Ronnnie, can I come with you on a case!" he answered in his best approximation of the comedienne's nasal whine. Veronica giggled as Logan kissed a path up her midline, settling once more at her throat. "I promise I'll be good," he added in in his own voice.
"I have no doubt."
Logan lifted his head and possessed her mouth once more. He skimmed his hands down over her narrow curves and popped the button on her jeans. "Hmm, well, at least I won't have to prove anything to you."
Veronica found a sensitive hollow beneath his jawline. Between kisses, she murmured, "I didn't say that."
"You know I love a challenge." He slid her jeans and panties over her hips and down her tight thighs, discarding them somewhere over his shoulder. He laid both hands on her hips and stroked her thighs appreciatively.
"I love when you look at me like that," Veronica admitted quietly.
Logan cut his gaze back to her face, confused.
Veronica clarified, "Like you've never seen me naked before."
Logan smiled and dropped down to kiss her again. "Every time is like the first time," he said against her lips.
He felt the curve of her return smile and her own hands on his hips.
Her fingers found the button on his jeans. "Now you're wearing too many clothes."
Logan's breath hitched in his chest as she worked the denim over his hips. He nuzzled her throat. "This isn't going to break any world records, Veronica. I'll make it up to you-"
She cut him off with a kiss. When she pulled away, he watched her search his face before she spoke. "I know you will. I plan on giving you lots of opportunities."
Logan groaned and withdrew a condom from his pocket before stepped out of the cumbersome pants. He was so hot for her, his chest was constricted and he didn't know how the rest of his parts were responding to his brain anymore; surely all of his blood was concentrated in his hard length. He ran a hand through his hair and across his eyes, wanting to make sure for one last time that he wasn't imagining any of this.
When Veronica reached up for his hand and pulled him down to her, he knew it was real. He slid the latex over himself as she laid a hot hand on his bare hip. He looked into her blue eyes, alight with intensity before finally breaching her.
She was as tight as he'd dreamed she was. He'd even learned to adjust his own grip to match the intimate press of her interior muscles. But even that hadn't prepared him to have her again. He heaved a sigh as he slid home, delighting in her little moan.
He watched as she tilted her head back, her mouth open in a silent prayer. He withdrew completely before thrusting into her again. She curled her hands around his shoulders and aligned her body with his. She looked him directly in the eye and simply said, "Faster."
His cock jumped at the sweetly sinful command and he complied. He held her hips, marveling that anything so tight and slippery could want him. Her reply parries were growing frenzied and irregular, so he stood straight, maintaining the pace she'd been so eager to set. As he pulled and pushed in and out of her, he reveled in the sweet whimpers and barely coherent pleas that issued from her throat.
He spanned her belly with his hand, never breaking stride, and thumbed the sensitive bundle of nerves at the point where they joined. Her eyes opened and she tossed her head against the mattress, bucking and responding to his touch. Logan grinned down at her as she worked her own nipples and launched into a litany of jumbled versions of "Oh God!" "Oh Logan!" "Oh yes!" and "Harder!"
Finally, he felt all the tension he'd created in her snap like a rubber band. She screamed his name and arched against him in bliss. As Logan watched her tumble through the delightful torture of her orgasm, the pulse of her around his cock was too much. He laid down and captured her moans in his mouth and kissed her, rocketing in and out of her, barely aware of her nails scratching across his back and digging into his ass. She bit into his shoulder before crying out his name one last time and those simple, familiar syllables sent him over edge.
He heard himself shout her name as his orgasm wracked his body. Her thighs were a delicate vise on his and her muscles were pulling on his cock, begging for every bit of him to be hers. Finally, he lay still against her, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
He felt Veronica loosen her grip on him and he slid to one side. He ventured a look in her direction, delighted by her broad grin, her halo of disheveled gold curls, and the bright flush on her cheeks.
After a beat, Veronica quipped, "Fine, you can come on a stakeout with me."
Logan laughed heartily before sitting up with difficulty. His bones were probably as useless as sapling branches at the moment, but that didn't meant that he wasn't already stiffening in other places. He removed the used condom and trashed it before joining her on the futon.
When she made to get up, he wrapped his forearm around her hips and pulled her back. "No. None of that. I just got you out of all those clothes."
Veronica laughed and he grinned at the way it made her flat belly shake.
"But, someone might find us."
"Let them. I made a promise to you. And, if you'll just do that cuddle thing for five minutes, I'll get to fulfilling all of your naughty little wishes."
"You are such a woman. And, I'm not the bad one, here."
"Excuse me?"Logan asked, turning her to face him. "Who was the trampy one shouting out orders? 'Oh, Logan! Harder, faster!'" he teased.
She batted his arm with a concealed grin. "It's just because I always have to coach you along."
Logan laughed and pulled her on top of him. "Oh yeah, Coach? You wanna run me through some drills? How about the endurance one?"
Veronica smiled and shrugged, dubious. "Well, if you think you're ready..."
Logan just smiled.
They didn't leave the pier for a long time that night.
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