Fic: Secrets (part 12) (Logan/Veronica) (NC-17 again)
Title: Secrets (Part 12)
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (again)
Summary: It started with a secret that turned into two and spiralled her life out of her control.
Spoilers/Warnings: Eventually there will be spoilers for season two, but not as of yet. Spoilers for the complete first season. The fic will (again) be NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 1427
Any Author's Notes: I've re-watched the finale about 500 times so far, and I couldn't get this out of my head. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue! Thanks to cinaminsweet for the beta!
Previous Parts
The rest of the morning flew by. I was wicked nervous about lunch time. I knew Logan wouldn’t forget the word I mouthed to him as he stared at me in the hall.
I kept picturing different scenario’s. Logan grabbing me and pulling me into a broom closet. Us skipping out on lunch and having sex on the beach. Sneaking into Clemmons’ office and my giving Logan a blow job against Clemmons’ desk.
Not one of my little fantasies, as embarrassing as they were, prepared me for what actually happened.
Logan was waiting at the door to my class as the lunch bell rang. He must have skipped out of his class early. Unsmiling, looking kind of stern, he grabbed me by my elbow and led me quickly out of the school towards the Xterra. Not a word was spoken between us.
I felt like I was being marched to face the firing squad. I’d been thinking of this all morning, but this definitely wasn’t what I pictured.
We reached the Xterra in a matter of minutes, but Logan didn’t open the door, instead he pressed me against it and pressed his mouth to mine.
I had thought the kiss in the hallway was something, but this? This Kiss? Blew it out of the water. I could feel him all the way down to my toes as he pressed against me, his mouth slanted over mine. Tongue worming its way into my mouth as he licked my pallet, teeth biting gently at my lips until they stung.
He moved me gently to the side without breaking the kiss, I could hear the jingle of keys and then the support at my back disappeared as he pushed me roughly into the backseat. Hands under my thighs as he practically tossed me in. The door was still wide open as he stood outside the vehicle, standing between my spread legs. My feet still dangling off the seat and out the door.
I opened my mouth to draw breath to speak and, he stole it. Thumbs pressing into the hollows of my hips bones as he stared at me. Logan can do the intense stare better than anyone I know. He seemed to be searching for something before he nodded once and reached for my belt.
My pants were down around my knees before I managed to break eye contact, I realised the door was still wide open. “Logan… the door.” I whispered frantically as I tried to grab his hands.
Head thrashing back as his long talented fingers thrust in, once, twice, three times into the very centre of me, and I didn’t care anymore. Didn’t care that anyone could see, probably would, had, could see exactly what he was doing with me.
Logan uses his free hand to press my legs up further, hindered by my pants around my knees, he’s watching my face, waiting for something, and there it is. He’s touching this spot, something, and I’m thrusting against his hand and mewling like a little kitten in a matter of seconds.
Smiling now, broad and smug, as he pulls his fingers from me and pushes me the rest of the way into the Xterra, I try to help, scrambling backwards as he struggles in after me, his face between my legs even as he’s trying to pull the door closed with one hand, and pushing my pants down further with the other.
I find it odd that we still haven’t spoken to each other.
The door’s finally closed and he’s giving me his full attention. I can tell, I’m about three seconds away from exploding all over his hand and face. Logan’s nothing if not talented. He hasn’t touched my breasts, or any other part of me for that matter, other than my face, lips, and… there. He’s touching me there so gently now that I can’t get there.
“Harder,” I whisper out as I push my hips frantically against his hand. I’m sure I’ll remember to be embarrassed later. “Please,” my voice is trembling, husky, it doesn’t sound like me at all, but I’m sure it is because Logan’s making eye contact and making decisions I know nothing about, all in the span of a heart beat.
The sound of him undoing his belt is loud, louder than the sound of my panting breaths and moans. I look questioningly at him, wondering if we’re really, if he’s… if this is… I can’t even form the thought as he’s moving up over me.
Logan’s pants are down around his knees but he’s at least taken mine all the way off. My legs are spread one up on the back of the seat, and I’m scared. I may not be a virgin anymore, but I don’t remember the other.
“Trust me Veronica, stop thinking and trust me.” His words are mumbled against the skin of my throat and oddly enough, I do. I trust him.
He slides slickly against my wet folds, hot and hard, but soft at the same time. I can feel the head of his cock nudging at my clit and I can’t hold the moan in. Can’t stop it from breaking free as he gives me the friction I’ve been dying for.
He’s going too slow, too fast, too everything, not hard enough, not soft enough. I can’t stop myself from clutching at him as I try not to lose my mind, try not to claw him to shreds as I struggle to find something to hold onto.
I can hear him whispering, but I can’t make out the words against my ear. The harsh panting breaths of air are hot against my neck as he thrusts harder, faster, I can feel him tensing against me, and it’s over. Done. We crossed the finish line panting like marathon runners.
Running had never felt this good.
I can feel myself clutching at him, at his cock with my, with… I can feel myself clutching at him as my orgasm overtakes me, trying to suck him inside, drawn him in so that this feeling lasts forever.
His sticky fluids are all over my stomach, my pubic hair and he’s chuckling softly, pressing soft kisses against my neck as he tries to regain his breath. His arms are shaking, I can feel them against me, trembling ever so slightly, straining with the effort to keep himself from crushing me.
I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I can smell us, thick and heady in the air, and it’s starting all over again. The wetness between my legs increasing as I remember, imagine what he’d feel like actually inside.
“Classes are about to start. We should go clean up…” Logan’s voice is a soft, low, rumble against my ear, and I can feel the disappointment well up inside.
I was hoping… thinking, but apparently he doesn’t think, or want the same things.
“You’ll have to move.” My voice is equally as soft as his, scratchy with dryness, my throat sore. I chuckled lightly as he groaned before pulling away, our bodies clinging together.
I wiped the sticky fluids away with a couple of left over McDonalds napkins he had stashed behind his seat, it would have to do until I could get to a bathroom. We dressed in record time and were standing outside the Xterra when he looked at me. Really looked at me.
“Veronica…” Logan’s voice trailed off into uncertainty and I decided now was not the time to confess my affections.
“Don’t worry about it Logan. It is what it is.” I pressed myself against him and kissed him. Hot, hard, messy, thorough, before I turned and slowly sauntered casually back towards the school.
If he saw my face right now he’d know it was an act. He’d know I was lying about it being what it is. This wasn’t an is, this? This was the whole damn thing.
I’m actually quite proud of myself for that day. Not only did I manage to step outside my shell, I also managed not to hyperventilate until I was alone in the girls bathroom. Quite a feat considering what a mess I was.
Two mind numbing orgasms in as many days and I was done. I’d made up my mind if he didn’t want me romantically, I’d make him want me sexually. Sex is a weapon as Lilly always says. I planned to wield it with mighty force.
Speaking of Lilly, we had plans for that night, phase three of the ‘screw Dick over’ plan.
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (again)
Summary: It started with a secret that turned into two and spiralled her life out of her control.
Spoilers/Warnings: Eventually there will be spoilers for season two, but not as of yet. Spoilers for the complete first season. The fic will (again) be NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 1427
Any Author's Notes: I've re-watched the finale about 500 times so far, and I couldn't get this out of my head. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue! Thanks to cinaminsweet for the beta!
Previous Parts
The rest of the morning flew by. I was wicked nervous about lunch time. I knew Logan wouldn’t forget the word I mouthed to him as he stared at me in the hall.
I kept picturing different scenario’s. Logan grabbing me and pulling me into a broom closet. Us skipping out on lunch and having sex on the beach. Sneaking into Clemmons’ office and my giving Logan a blow job against Clemmons’ desk.
Not one of my little fantasies, as embarrassing as they were, prepared me for what actually happened.
Logan was waiting at the door to my class as the lunch bell rang. He must have skipped out of his class early. Unsmiling, looking kind of stern, he grabbed me by my elbow and led me quickly out of the school towards the Xterra. Not a word was spoken between us.
I felt like I was being marched to face the firing squad. I’d been thinking of this all morning, but this definitely wasn’t what I pictured.
We reached the Xterra in a matter of minutes, but Logan didn’t open the door, instead he pressed me against it and pressed his mouth to mine.
I had thought the kiss in the hallway was something, but this? This Kiss? Blew it out of the water. I could feel him all the way down to my toes as he pressed against me, his mouth slanted over mine. Tongue worming its way into my mouth as he licked my pallet, teeth biting gently at my lips until they stung.
He moved me gently to the side without breaking the kiss, I could hear the jingle of keys and then the support at my back disappeared as he pushed me roughly into the backseat. Hands under my thighs as he practically tossed me in. The door was still wide open as he stood outside the vehicle, standing between my spread legs. My feet still dangling off the seat and out the door.
I opened my mouth to draw breath to speak and, he stole it. Thumbs pressing into the hollows of my hips bones as he stared at me. Logan can do the intense stare better than anyone I know. He seemed to be searching for something before he nodded once and reached for my belt.
My pants were down around my knees before I managed to break eye contact, I realised the door was still wide open. “Logan… the door.” I whispered frantically as I tried to grab his hands.
Head thrashing back as his long talented fingers thrust in, once, twice, three times into the very centre of me, and I didn’t care anymore. Didn’t care that anyone could see, probably would, had, could see exactly what he was doing with me.
Logan uses his free hand to press my legs up further, hindered by my pants around my knees, he’s watching my face, waiting for something, and there it is. He’s touching this spot, something, and I’m thrusting against his hand and mewling like a little kitten in a matter of seconds.
Smiling now, broad and smug, as he pulls his fingers from me and pushes me the rest of the way into the Xterra, I try to help, scrambling backwards as he struggles in after me, his face between my legs even as he’s trying to pull the door closed with one hand, and pushing my pants down further with the other.
I find it odd that we still haven’t spoken to each other.
The door’s finally closed and he’s giving me his full attention. I can tell, I’m about three seconds away from exploding all over his hand and face. Logan’s nothing if not talented. He hasn’t touched my breasts, or any other part of me for that matter, other than my face, lips, and… there. He’s touching me there so gently now that I can’t get there.
“Harder,” I whisper out as I push my hips frantically against his hand. I’m sure I’ll remember to be embarrassed later. “Please,” my voice is trembling, husky, it doesn’t sound like me at all, but I’m sure it is because Logan’s making eye contact and making decisions I know nothing about, all in the span of a heart beat.
The sound of him undoing his belt is loud, louder than the sound of my panting breaths and moans. I look questioningly at him, wondering if we’re really, if he’s… if this is… I can’t even form the thought as he’s moving up over me.
Logan’s pants are down around his knees but he’s at least taken mine all the way off. My legs are spread one up on the back of the seat, and I’m scared. I may not be a virgin anymore, but I don’t remember the other.
“Trust me Veronica, stop thinking and trust me.” His words are mumbled against the skin of my throat and oddly enough, I do. I trust him.
He slides slickly against my wet folds, hot and hard, but soft at the same time. I can feel the head of his cock nudging at my clit and I can’t hold the moan in. Can’t stop it from breaking free as he gives me the friction I’ve been dying for.
He’s going too slow, too fast, too everything, not hard enough, not soft enough. I can’t stop myself from clutching at him as I try not to lose my mind, try not to claw him to shreds as I struggle to find something to hold onto.
I can hear him whispering, but I can’t make out the words against my ear. The harsh panting breaths of air are hot against my neck as he thrusts harder, faster, I can feel him tensing against me, and it’s over. Done. We crossed the finish line panting like marathon runners.
Running had never felt this good.
I can feel myself clutching at him, at his cock with my, with… I can feel myself clutching at him as my orgasm overtakes me, trying to suck him inside, drawn him in so that this feeling lasts forever.
His sticky fluids are all over my stomach, my pubic hair and he’s chuckling softly, pressing soft kisses against my neck as he tries to regain his breath. His arms are shaking, I can feel them against me, trembling ever so slightly, straining with the effort to keep himself from crushing me.
I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I can smell us, thick and heady in the air, and it’s starting all over again. The wetness between my legs increasing as I remember, imagine what he’d feel like actually inside.
“Classes are about to start. We should go clean up…” Logan’s voice is a soft, low, rumble against my ear, and I can feel the disappointment well up inside.
I was hoping… thinking, but apparently he doesn’t think, or want the same things.
“You’ll have to move.” My voice is equally as soft as his, scratchy with dryness, my throat sore. I chuckled lightly as he groaned before pulling away, our bodies clinging together.
I wiped the sticky fluids away with a couple of left over McDonalds napkins he had stashed behind his seat, it would have to do until I could get to a bathroom. We dressed in record time and were standing outside the Xterra when he looked at me. Really looked at me.
“Veronica…” Logan’s voice trailed off into uncertainty and I decided now was not the time to confess my affections.
“Don’t worry about it Logan. It is what it is.” I pressed myself against him and kissed him. Hot, hard, messy, thorough, before I turned and slowly sauntered casually back towards the school.
If he saw my face right now he’d know it was an act. He’d know I was lying about it being what it is. This wasn’t an is, this? This was the whole damn thing.
I’m actually quite proud of myself for that day. Not only did I manage to step outside my shell, I also managed not to hyperventilate until I was alone in the girls bathroom. Quite a feat considering what a mess I was.
Two mind numbing orgasms in as many days and I was done. I’d made up my mind if he didn’t want me romantically, I’d make him want me sexually. Sex is a weapon as Lilly always says. I planned to wield it with mighty force.
Speaking of Lilly, we had plans for that night, phase three of the ‘screw Dick over’ plan.