VM Fanfic: Reconciliation 2/2
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: Reconcilation 2/2
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: LoVe
Word Count: 3700
Rating:NC17
Summary: Sequel to Resolution and Reconciliation 1/2
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Beta'ed by the gracious and lovely
celtic_flickaand vanessagalore.
***
Logan wakes at 6:00 AM, just as the sun is rising. He groans against the intrusion of the light, annoyed with himself for not pulling down the blackout shades.
As he grows more fully awake, he remembers Veronica and rolls over happily, only to find the other side of his bed empty, the bedclothes rumpled, and no sign of Veronica.
He is briefly crestfallen, hurt that she ran off without saying good-bye. Then it occurs to him that she is without a car, without a cell phone, without luggage, and that it’s unlikely that even Wallace or Mac would come to pick her at 6:00 AM.
He sits up in bed and notices that her orange Tigers sweatshirt and yoga pants from last night are in a pile on the floor next to the bed, along with a plain white cotton bra and light pink underpants with yellow daisies on them.
He wonders if she’s wandering naked through his house, and the idea is so appealing to him that he climbs out of bed to go in search of her.
*******
Veronica had woken up at 5:30, momentarily confused as to where she was. Despite the early hour on the West Coast, she could not fall back to sleep. Even with only four and half hours of sleep, after two months in Virginia, her body thought it was 8:30 and time to start the day.
She had spent a few minutes watching Logan sleep. His lips were parted slightly, and he looked peaceful. She didn’t want to wake him.
She slid out from under the duvet carefully, his hand falling from her arm as she slipped out of bed. She felt dirty and gross and uncomfortable in the clothes she had been wearing for far too many hours. She stripped everything off and again swore at herself, silently, for not having packed even a change of underwear in her small carry-on.
On Logan’s dresser, she saw some flannel boxers and a t-shirt sitting out as if waiting for her, and she pulled them on. The boxers threatened to fall to the ground, so she rolled them up a bit and hoped for the best.
She wandered into the master bathroom and was impressed with the enormous Jacuzzi tub and a separate shower with several shower heads at varying heights. After brushing her teeth (hoping that Logan wouldn’t mind the appropriation of his toothbrush), and contemplating and rejecting the idea of a shower (she was sorely tempted, but certain the sound of the water would wake him), she quietly walked back through Logan’s bedroom and into the main living area of the house. An open kitchen, painted a bright, sunny yellow, made up one section of the main house, and a large family room made up the rest.
A wide-screen plasma TV hung on one wall of the living room, with a couch situated in front of it. A video game system was connected to the television. A quick perusal of the other rooms of the home (two more bedrooms, a den, a laundry room, and a second bathroom) revealed no other furniture. One of the bedrooms stored a large cardboard box, and Veronica wondered if all of Logan’s belongings had been transferred from the Grand in such a small package. Aside from his car and his surfboard, he had few belongings, and for a second Veronica was sad to consider that everything - all the flotsam and jetsam of his childhood, all his books, all his movies and CDs, all his photographs - had been reduced to ashes in the fire that had burned Aaron Echolls’ home to the ground.
Veronica walked back through the living room and examined the front door for any sign of a security system. There was no obvious keypad, so she opened the door carefully, hoping not to set off any hidden alarms. She breathed a sigh of relief when she did not hear any sirens or bells as the door slid open. She walked across several stepping stones and then stood on the beach, facing the Pacific, reveling in the morning breeze and the sound of the waves slapping the shore.
*******
Logan walks through his new home, expecting to find Veronica in the kitchen, digging through the cupboards in search of a coffee pot - a coffee pot that he has not yet purchased.
But he doesn’t find her in the kitchen or anywhere else in the house. Peering out the large picture window that faces the beach, he sees a small figure perched on a beach chair in the sand, directly in front of his deck. Veronica is wearing the boxers and the t-shirt he had pulled out for her only a few hours ago. In the morning light, the t-shirt is almost transparent, and Logan steps out the door, looking up and down the beach, hoping that she is alone on the stretch of sand. Save for Veronica, there isn’t a soul in sight.
He walks towards her and quietly calls out her name before he gets too close, not wanting to startle her. She turns to look at him and smiles.
“You’re up early,” he says.
“I’m sorry,” she says, pushing her hair out of her face. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m tired, but I couldn’t sleep, so I came out for a walk. It’s beautiful out here this morning.”
Logan tries not to leer at Veronica’s modest curves, clearly visible through the t-shirt, as he nods in agreement. “It certainly is beautiful out here this morning,” he says, smiling at her and then looking away, towards the horizon.
“I dragged this chair down here from your deck, I hope that’s okay?"
He sits down next to her on the sand. “Mi casa es su casa,” he says. “And it came with the house, so you can do whatever you want with my second-hand beach furniture.”
They sit without speaking for a few minutes, even though there are a thousand questions Logan wants to ask her.
He is surprised when she turns to him and says, “What are we doing, do you think?”
He is about to make a smart-assed remark that what they are doing is sitting on the beach at an obnoxiously early hour, but instead decides to answer the question he thinks she is really asking. “I was kind of hoping we were making up for lost time.”
She says nothing for a few more minutes, staring at the waves, apparently mulling over his answer.
“Do you want to be with me?” she asks.
His nineteen-year-old brain cannot help but interpret this question in the most basic way, but he knows, logically, she’s not talking about sex. “I want to be with you, Veronica. I do. But I don’t want to feel like I’m constantly failing you. I want to be with you, if you want to be with the person that I am right now, the person that I’m becoming.”
She looks at him, clearly curious what he means by his last statement.
“I don’t want to be the guy who runs away from a hotel fire in Mexico. I don’t want to be the guy who has sex with someone I hate, just because I’m lonely. I’m trying to become someone who’s better than that guy. You…you make me want to be better than that guy. But I can’t…I can’t make that guy disappear entirely.”
She pulls her knees up and rests her head on them, and he thinks she might be disappointed in his answer. But he also wants to be completely honest with her, and he doesn't want them to start again on empty promises of him becoming something he could never be.
“Do you still love me?” she asks, and he’s surprised that it could ever occur to her that he doesn’t. He fights down the urge to be a jackass and ask how she could not know the answer to that question. He looks at her, staring back at him with an extremely earnest look on her face.
“I love you more than anything, Veronica.”
She hops down from the beach chair and sits in front of him on the sand, facing him. She puts both of her hands on his face and looks him in the eye. With one thumb she traces his bottom lip.
“I missed you, Logan. It took me a while to figure that out. It took me a while to realize that I didn’t want to be angry with you about Madison anymore. I think that I have a really hard time forgiving people.”
He laughs, and she purses her lips in mock annoyance.
“I love you, Logan Echolls,” she says, and his heart jumps into his throat as he realizes that this is the first time she has ever said those words to him. “I love you and I want to try to make this work. It’s not easy for me to say that. I can’t promise you…I can’t promise you that I can say it very often. But even if I don’t say it very often…it’s true.”
He leans into her body and kisses her sweetly on the mouth.
“I love you, too,” he says, pulling her against him so that she is sitting in his lap. “I need you, Veronica. I need you and I…”
“What?” she asks.
“I need you, and I need to feel like maybe you need me, too, every now and then.”
She tucks her head under his chin. “I do need you, Logan. That’s probably the hardest thing for me…after Lilly died…I had to reinvent myself. I had to make myself hard and strong and I had to not need anybody except my dad, because everyone else just…left me.”
He wraps his arms around her and guilt washes over him. He knows he cannot take away the betrayals that he was partly responsible for.
“So it’s hard…hard for me, to accept that it’s okay to need you - to let you be there when I do need you. I’m going to try, though, okay?”
He swallows hard and nods his head. “Okay,” he says.
She turns to look out towards the ocean and sighs. “I just can’t get over what a beautiful stretch of beach this is,” she says. “Come walk in the waves with me?” She stands up and offers her hand to him, and they walk into the water together. She lets go of his hand and starts to walk in deeper than him, as he says, “Be careful, there can be a wicked undertow here.”
She has waded out into the water over her knees. She turns to walk back towards him, but a wave catches her and she falls inelegantly into the water, landing on her bottom. A second wave hits her and soaks her to her shoulders as she struggles to stand up again.
As she rises, the boxer shorts slip down her slim hips and the white t-shirt is plastered to her body and completely see-through. Logan fights an almost instantaneous erection, while at the same time looking down the beach again to ensure that they are still alone. He sees the silhouette of two people and a large dog, quite a ways down, but headed in their direction.
Veronica pulls the boxer shorts back up with one hand as she also scans the beach. She is blushing twelve shades of red, and Logan wonders if she is embarrassed by her clumsiness or by her near-nudity.
“Let’s get you back in the house,” Logan says, trying not to laugh. He wraps an arm around her as they walk back towards the cottage.
As the walk up onto the expansive back deck, Logan points to a semi-enclosed corner that hides a shower with a pull chain. One of Logan’s wet suits and a rash guard hang from hooks within the alcove.
“You can wash the sand off of your legs right there,” he says.
“An outdoor shower?” Veronica asks.
“It’s not an actual shower - just for rinsing off the sand,” Logan explains. “You can’t use soap because it just drains back into the sand beneath the deck.”
Veronica stands under the shower head and pulls the chain, letting out a yelp of surprise immediately.
“Oh, yeah,” Logan says, running his hand through his hair sheepishly, “the water doesn’t really get warm.”
She quickly jumps backwards, rinsing only her legs and feet in the spray, but she has already doused the shirt with cold water and her nipples are standing up, previously hard from falling in the cool water of the Pacific. Logan cannot help but think she looks like a scene from an X-rated movie, dripping wet and gorgeous on his back deck.
She sees him staring at her and blushes furiously, stepping around him to walk into the house. Logan follows her inside and hands her a beach towel from inside the laundry room.
She wraps herself up in the towel, and Logan is struck by how beautiful she is, even with her hair half wet and stuck to her shoulders, even wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a beach towel.
They probably should talk about things some more - where they are going from here, what they are going to be to each other now. But he has missed her so much, and has been so lonely for her, he can only think about how much he wants to kiss her. He leans over and presses his lips softly against her mouth, and Veronica leans into him, kissing him back eagerly. He wraps his arms around her and deepens their kiss, suddenly feeling like he cannot possibly get close enough to her.
She drops the towel, and he bends slightly, pulling her up his body until her legs are wrapped around his waist and she is rubbing herself slowly against him.
Turning her around and resting her back against the wall, his hands sliding up and down her torso, he registers that her clothes, such as they are, are still sopping wet.
Grinning wickedly and raising his eyebrows as he leers at her. “Let’s get you out of these damp clothes, shall we?”
Veronica nods at him, although she is feeling uncharacteristically shy and buries her head against his neck, laying tiny, close-mouthed kisses there as he carries her towards his bathroom.
He sets her down on the counter next to the sink and moves his hands down, grasping the hem of the t-shirt, and pulls it over her head. His erection, which had been growing at a frantic pace, now strains against the waistband of the board shorts he had pulled on when he had walked out onto the beach to join her.
He stares at her erect nipples, and then moves to cup her breasts in his hands. She lets out a small moan as he pinches her gently. Bending down and kissing her mouth, then moving his mouth lower, he traces her collarbone with his tongue. He pulls her nipple into his mouth and sucks hard - almost, but not quite, painfully.
Veronica moans again and Logan’s hands reach for the waistband of the soaked boxer shorts. He rolls them down her hips and then lifts her up slightly, so that he can pull them down her legs.
He is kneeling now between her legs as she sits on the counter, and he is staring wide-eyed at her naked body. She moves to cover herself with her fingers, but he catches her hands with his and whispers, “Don’t. Don’t. I love to look at you.”
Logan bends his head and kisses her right knee, and then his tongue darts out and licks a small line from her knee to her inner thigh. She gasps a bit as his tongue moves further along her thigh, and his hands push her legs far apart. He stares at her moist folds as she squirms, trying to get closer to him, but he is not going to be rushed.
Burying his nose in her moist curls, he flicks his tongue against her once, quickly, and then pulls away. “God, baby, I love the way you smell when you’re wet for me,” he says. Just as he bends his head back towards her she realizes that, with the exception of falling in the ocean, it’s been 36 hours since she’s bathed. She reluctantly tries to push his head away from her as she says, “I should take a shower first.”
Pulling her palms to his face, he kisses each of them as he murmurs, “You can take a shower after. Right now I just want to eat you up.”
He presses his mouth against her and continues a slow torturous licking that has her leaning back against the mirror and babbling incoherently within minutes.
Logan’s knees are beginning to ache from kneeling on the tile, and he is so hard for her that it hurts - but the sounds she is making are intoxicating to him, and he knows her well enough to know that she’s close. He pulls back just slightly and then darts forward, catching her small nub between his lips and he sucks gently.
Veronica’s legs shake and tremble as she cries out his name, and he runs his hands up and down her back as she comes down from her ecstasy.
Logan stands up, grinning at her wildly. Veronica climbs down from the counter shakily and wraps her arms around him. “How about we go sully those new sheets of yours?” she whispers.
He draws her into the bedroom and sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling Veronica with him so that she is straddling his body. Kissing him almost frantically and pushing at the elastic of his board shorts, trying to push them down and off, she is encumbered by their position on the bed. Frustrated, she rolls to the side and pulls him down on top of her, and his shorts slide off easily. Logan kicks them to a corner as he slides down her body and runs his tongue around her right breast, his hands moving gently up and down her body, caressing her hips and abdomen.
“I want you inside me,” she pants in his ear.
Groaning, certain that he has never been harder in his life, he says, “It’s been a long time, Veronica. It’s been a long time and I missed you so much, and…”
“What?” she asks, her pelvis rubbing against his thigh and her voice breathy with arousal.
“I don’t think I’m going to last very long, and I…I was hoping that this would happen, but I didn’t want to make any presumptions…maybe I’m superstitious.” He is sure he is babbling and not making any sense, and all he wants to do is bury himself inside of her and feel her, tight and wet around him. “Veronica, I didn’t buy any…” he trails off.
“You didn’t buy any condoms?” she asks, realization hitting her like cold water. She stops moving against him for a minute and bites her lip. “I went off the Pill…after we broke up. It seemed silly to pay for it when I didn’t need it, and…”
Moaning in frustration, he rolls off of her, resigned that a trip to the store will be necessary before this reunion can go any farther.
“Just give me a second,” he says, trailing his hand up and down her arm, while he throws his other arm over his eyes, trying to calm his breathing and inwardly cursing himself for being so superstitious that he had actually put a package of Trojans back on the shelf when he had been at a drugstore two days ago. “I’ll run up to the 7-11.”
Veronica’s small hand wraps itself around him and squeezes gently. “That’s not helping me calm down, Veronica,” he says.
“Maybe I don’t think you should have to calm down,” she says, coyly, gently stroking her palm up and down his length.
“As much as I want to agree with you, I don’t think either of us wants to hear the sweet pitter-patter of baby feet anytime soon.”
“Well, I kind of had something else in mind,” she whispers, as she rises up on her knees and straddles him, bending her head to kiss the center of his chest. Logan pushes her hair out of her face as she looks up at him through mischievous eyes. Still looking at him, she sticks out her tongue and begins licking down his abdomen. Her hand is still rubbing him when her mouth reaches his cock. She lays a wet kiss on the tip and then opens her mouth and draws him inside.
The flat part of her tongue is flicking back and forth quickly, and then she swallows as much of him as she can into her throat.
“Veronica, I’m…” he warns her, pushing as gently as he can against her shoulders, but she disregards him, continuing to slide her lips up and down him as he explodes in her mouth.
Floating on a sea of endorphins, he pulls her up next to him and cradles her head on his chest and holds her tightly to him, determined not to let her go again. When he thinks Veronica has fallen asleep, he pulls the duvet up over her and quietly climbs out of bed. He pulls on some shorts and a t-shirt, and heads out to obtain a box of Trojans from the closest possible store.
***
He is gone only ten minutes, having purchased his intended supplies and two cups of hazelnut coffee. Balancing the two cups and a jumbo box of condoms, he finds that she has not moved. Rolling over when she hears him come in, she takes the coffee from him gratefully and eyes the box.
“Feeling pretty ambitious, huh, big guy?” she quips.
“Well, I’m not going to brag, but I do think there is a possibility that I might get lucky today,” he says, as he sits down the bed next to her and kisses her.
“Well, sailor, if you play your cards right, you might just be correct about that.” She reaches up and pulls her fingers through his hair. “I would say the coffee was definitely a step in the right direction. Although,” she slides her hand up his thigh, on top of his shorts, “it seems like you might be a wee bit overdressed.”
“That is a situation I can quickly remedy,” he says, standing up and dropping his shorts and boxers to the floor and swiftly pulling off his t-shirt. He slips naked under the blanket with her and kisses her hungrily, tasting the coffee on her lips.
He runs his hand down her body, gliding his hand between her legs, finding her still wet and aching for him. Sliding two fingers into her, he feels her hands grasping his shoulders and she whimpers as he pumps his fingers back and forth gently.
“Did you think about me while I was gone?” he asks, now moving his thumb in a circle over her soft folds.
“Yes,” she moans in his ear.
“What were you thinking about?”
“What you would do to me when you got back,” she murmurs, her breath coming faster with the movement of his hand.
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” he asks her, as he sucks her earlobe into his mouth.
She blushes and doesn’t answer him, so he increases the pace of his fingers until she is twining her hands in the sheets and making soft sounds that threaten to drive him insane.
“Ver-on-i-ca,” he singsongs into her ear, “did you touch yourself, here in my bed, while I was at the store?”
“Ya-yes,” she confesses, as he pushes his thumb against her most sensitive places, causing her to gasp.
“Did you make yourself come, all over your fingers?”
“N...no,” she whispers.
“Why not?” he asks, still working her with his fingers. He can feel her inner walls clamping down and he knows she’s going to come any minute.
“I wanted…I wanted to wait until you were back,” she says, throwing her head backwards. “I wanted to wait until you could be inside me. I want, oh God, Logan, I want…” Her arm reaches out haphazardly for the Trojan box sitting on the table next to the bed. Logan watches her fumble with the cardboard while he continues to slide his fingers in and out.
Finally, she frees a small package from the box and tears it open with her teeth. Reaching for him, she makes a failed attempt to unroll the condom, so he reluctantly pulls his fingers from her and makes the necessary adjustments.
Rolling them over until she is directly beneath him, she wraps her legs around him and he slides inside. She is tight - very tight, and he doesn’t move, afraid of hurting her.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and her only response is a muffled cry as she rubs herself against him and he feels her muscles clamping down all around him, spasming as she climaxes.
He begins to slide in and out, slowly and steadily, determined to make her come one more time before he does. “Did you miss this?” he murmurs. “Did you miss this, Veronica?”
“Oh, god, yes I missed this, I missed this so much,” she pants, her breath growing faster again.
“I missed making love to you,” he says. “I missed being inside of you, it feels so good. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Logan,” she cries out as she peaks again and then lays back, exhausted.
He pumps into her twice more before he comes, his whole body trembling with pleasure. He collapses on top of her for just a second, and then, afraid of crushing her tiny frame, slides next to her and spoons her close.
Moments later Logan’s cells phone rings. Logan doesn’t recognize the number and almost doesn’t answer it, but Veronica sits up, handing him the phone says, “Answer it, maybe it’s about my luggage?”
“Hello?” Logan says, and listens for several minutes.
“How did that happen?” he asks. Veronica can’t hear anything that the other party is saying.
“When do you think that will be?” Logan says. “I see, thank you.”
“Guess where your luggage is, Bobcat?”
“Where?” Veronica asks.
“Taipei.”
“Taipei? How the heck did it get to Taipei? And when are they getting it back?” Veronica asks.
“The airline wants to assure you that they are doing their best to get the bags to San Diego in the next 48 hours,” Logan mimics the tone of the airline agent.
Veronica grumbles and flops back down onto the pillow.
Logan grins at her. “I guess the good news is, without any clothes, I may have to keep you naked here in my bed for two days.”
“We could just go to my apartment and get me something to wear,” she responds.
“But that would be much less fun,” Logan says, kissing her again.
Veronica laughs and kisses him back. “You might just have a point there.”
The End.
Title: Reconcilation 2/2
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: LoVe
Word Count: 3700
Rating:NC17
Summary: Sequel to Resolution and Reconciliation 1/2
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Beta'ed by the gracious and lovely
celtic_flickaand vanessagalore.
***
Logan wakes at 6:00 AM, just as the sun is rising. He groans against the intrusion of the light, annoyed with himself for not pulling down the blackout shades.
As he grows more fully awake, he remembers Veronica and rolls over happily, only to find the other side of his bed empty, the bedclothes rumpled, and no sign of Veronica.
He is briefly crestfallen, hurt that she ran off without saying good-bye. Then it occurs to him that she is without a car, without a cell phone, without luggage, and that it’s unlikely that even Wallace or Mac would come to pick her at 6:00 AM.
He sits up in bed and notices that her orange Tigers sweatshirt and yoga pants from last night are in a pile on the floor next to the bed, along with a plain white cotton bra and light pink underpants with yellow daisies on them.
He wonders if she’s wandering naked through his house, and the idea is so appealing to him that he climbs out of bed to go in search of her.
*******
Veronica had woken up at 5:30, momentarily confused as to where she was. Despite the early hour on the West Coast, she could not fall back to sleep. Even with only four and half hours of sleep, after two months in Virginia, her body thought it was 8:30 and time to start the day.
She had spent a few minutes watching Logan sleep. His lips were parted slightly, and he looked peaceful. She didn’t want to wake him.
She slid out from under the duvet carefully, his hand falling from her arm as she slipped out of bed. She felt dirty and gross and uncomfortable in the clothes she had been wearing for far too many hours. She stripped everything off and again swore at herself, silently, for not having packed even a change of underwear in her small carry-on.
On Logan’s dresser, she saw some flannel boxers and a t-shirt sitting out as if waiting for her, and she pulled them on. The boxers threatened to fall to the ground, so she rolled them up a bit and hoped for the best.
She wandered into the master bathroom and was impressed with the enormous Jacuzzi tub and a separate shower with several shower heads at varying heights. After brushing her teeth (hoping that Logan wouldn’t mind the appropriation of his toothbrush), and contemplating and rejecting the idea of a shower (she was sorely tempted, but certain the sound of the water would wake him), she quietly walked back through Logan’s bedroom and into the main living area of the house. An open kitchen, painted a bright, sunny yellow, made up one section of the main house, and a large family room made up the rest.
A wide-screen plasma TV hung on one wall of the living room, with a couch situated in front of it. A video game system was connected to the television. A quick perusal of the other rooms of the home (two more bedrooms, a den, a laundry room, and a second bathroom) revealed no other furniture. One of the bedrooms stored a large cardboard box, and Veronica wondered if all of Logan’s belongings had been transferred from the Grand in such a small package. Aside from his car and his surfboard, he had few belongings, and for a second Veronica was sad to consider that everything - all the flotsam and jetsam of his childhood, all his books, all his movies and CDs, all his photographs - had been reduced to ashes in the fire that had burned Aaron Echolls’ home to the ground.
Veronica walked back through the living room and examined the front door for any sign of a security system. There was no obvious keypad, so she opened the door carefully, hoping not to set off any hidden alarms. She breathed a sigh of relief when she did not hear any sirens or bells as the door slid open. She walked across several stepping stones and then stood on the beach, facing the Pacific, reveling in the morning breeze and the sound of the waves slapping the shore.
*******
Logan walks through his new home, expecting to find Veronica in the kitchen, digging through the cupboards in search of a coffee pot - a coffee pot that he has not yet purchased.
But he doesn’t find her in the kitchen or anywhere else in the house. Peering out the large picture window that faces the beach, he sees a small figure perched on a beach chair in the sand, directly in front of his deck. Veronica is wearing the boxers and the t-shirt he had pulled out for her only a few hours ago. In the morning light, the t-shirt is almost transparent, and Logan steps out the door, looking up and down the beach, hoping that she is alone on the stretch of sand. Save for Veronica, there isn’t a soul in sight.
He walks towards her and quietly calls out her name before he gets too close, not wanting to startle her. She turns to look at him and smiles.
“You’re up early,” he says.
“I’m sorry,” she says, pushing her hair out of her face. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m tired, but I couldn’t sleep, so I came out for a walk. It’s beautiful out here this morning.”
Logan tries not to leer at Veronica’s modest curves, clearly visible through the t-shirt, as he nods in agreement. “It certainly is beautiful out here this morning,” he says, smiling at her and then looking away, towards the horizon.
“I dragged this chair down here from your deck, I hope that’s okay?"
He sits down next to her on the sand. “Mi casa es su casa,” he says. “And it came with the house, so you can do whatever you want with my second-hand beach furniture.”
They sit without speaking for a few minutes, even though there are a thousand questions Logan wants to ask her.
He is surprised when she turns to him and says, “What are we doing, do you think?”
He is about to make a smart-assed remark that what they are doing is sitting on the beach at an obnoxiously early hour, but instead decides to answer the question he thinks she is really asking. “I was kind of hoping we were making up for lost time.”
She says nothing for a few more minutes, staring at the waves, apparently mulling over his answer.
“Do you want to be with me?” she asks.
His nineteen-year-old brain cannot help but interpret this question in the most basic way, but he knows, logically, she’s not talking about sex. “I want to be with you, Veronica. I do. But I don’t want to feel like I’m constantly failing you. I want to be with you, if you want to be with the person that I am right now, the person that I’m becoming.”
She looks at him, clearly curious what he means by his last statement.
“I don’t want to be the guy who runs away from a hotel fire in Mexico. I don’t want to be the guy who has sex with someone I hate, just because I’m lonely. I’m trying to become someone who’s better than that guy. You…you make me want to be better than that guy. But I can’t…I can’t make that guy disappear entirely.”
She pulls her knees up and rests her head on them, and he thinks she might be disappointed in his answer. But he also wants to be completely honest with her, and he doesn't want them to start again on empty promises of him becoming something he could never be.
“Do you still love me?” she asks, and he’s surprised that it could ever occur to her that he doesn’t. He fights down the urge to be a jackass and ask how she could not know the answer to that question. He looks at her, staring back at him with an extremely earnest look on her face.
“I love you more than anything, Veronica.”
She hops down from the beach chair and sits in front of him on the sand, facing him. She puts both of her hands on his face and looks him in the eye. With one thumb she traces his bottom lip.
“I missed you, Logan. It took me a while to figure that out. It took me a while to realize that I didn’t want to be angry with you about Madison anymore. I think that I have a really hard time forgiving people.”
He laughs, and she purses her lips in mock annoyance.
“I love you, Logan Echolls,” she says, and his heart jumps into his throat as he realizes that this is the first time she has ever said those words to him. “I love you and I want to try to make this work. It’s not easy for me to say that. I can’t promise you…I can’t promise you that I can say it very often. But even if I don’t say it very often…it’s true.”
He leans into her body and kisses her sweetly on the mouth.
“I love you, too,” he says, pulling her against him so that she is sitting in his lap. “I need you, Veronica. I need you and I…”
“What?” she asks.
“I need you, and I need to feel like maybe you need me, too, every now and then.”
She tucks her head under his chin. “I do need you, Logan. That’s probably the hardest thing for me…after Lilly died…I had to reinvent myself. I had to make myself hard and strong and I had to not need anybody except my dad, because everyone else just…left me.”
He wraps his arms around her and guilt washes over him. He knows he cannot take away the betrayals that he was partly responsible for.
“So it’s hard…hard for me, to accept that it’s okay to need you - to let you be there when I do need you. I’m going to try, though, okay?”
He swallows hard and nods his head. “Okay,” he says.
She turns to look out towards the ocean and sighs. “I just can’t get over what a beautiful stretch of beach this is,” she says. “Come walk in the waves with me?” She stands up and offers her hand to him, and they walk into the water together. She lets go of his hand and starts to walk in deeper than him, as he says, “Be careful, there can be a wicked undertow here.”
She has waded out into the water over her knees. She turns to walk back towards him, but a wave catches her and she falls inelegantly into the water, landing on her bottom. A second wave hits her and soaks her to her shoulders as she struggles to stand up again.
As she rises, the boxer shorts slip down her slim hips and the white t-shirt is plastered to her body and completely see-through. Logan fights an almost instantaneous erection, while at the same time looking down the beach again to ensure that they are still alone. He sees the silhouette of two people and a large dog, quite a ways down, but headed in their direction.
Veronica pulls the boxer shorts back up with one hand as she also scans the beach. She is blushing twelve shades of red, and Logan wonders if she is embarrassed by her clumsiness or by her near-nudity.
“Let’s get you back in the house,” Logan says, trying not to laugh. He wraps an arm around her as they walk back towards the cottage.
As the walk up onto the expansive back deck, Logan points to a semi-enclosed corner that hides a shower with a pull chain. One of Logan’s wet suits and a rash guard hang from hooks within the alcove.
“You can wash the sand off of your legs right there,” he says.
“An outdoor shower?” Veronica asks.
“It’s not an actual shower - just for rinsing off the sand,” Logan explains. “You can’t use soap because it just drains back into the sand beneath the deck.”
Veronica stands under the shower head and pulls the chain, letting out a yelp of surprise immediately.
“Oh, yeah,” Logan says, running his hand through his hair sheepishly, “the water doesn’t really get warm.”
She quickly jumps backwards, rinsing only her legs and feet in the spray, but she has already doused the shirt with cold water and her nipples are standing up, previously hard from falling in the cool water of the Pacific. Logan cannot help but think she looks like a scene from an X-rated movie, dripping wet and gorgeous on his back deck.
She sees him staring at her and blushes furiously, stepping around him to walk into the house. Logan follows her inside and hands her a beach towel from inside the laundry room.
She wraps herself up in the towel, and Logan is struck by how beautiful she is, even with her hair half wet and stuck to her shoulders, even wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a beach towel.
They probably should talk about things some more - where they are going from here, what they are going to be to each other now. But he has missed her so much, and has been so lonely for her, he can only think about how much he wants to kiss her. He leans over and presses his lips softly against her mouth, and Veronica leans into him, kissing him back eagerly. He wraps his arms around her and deepens their kiss, suddenly feeling like he cannot possibly get close enough to her.
She drops the towel, and he bends slightly, pulling her up his body until her legs are wrapped around his waist and she is rubbing herself slowly against him.
Turning her around and resting her back against the wall, his hands sliding up and down her torso, he registers that her clothes, such as they are, are still sopping wet.
Grinning wickedly and raising his eyebrows as he leers at her. “Let’s get you out of these damp clothes, shall we?”
Veronica nods at him, although she is feeling uncharacteristically shy and buries her head against his neck, laying tiny, close-mouthed kisses there as he carries her towards his bathroom.
He sets her down on the counter next to the sink and moves his hands down, grasping the hem of the t-shirt, and pulls it over her head. His erection, which had been growing at a frantic pace, now strains against the waistband of the board shorts he had pulled on when he had walked out onto the beach to join her.
He stares at her erect nipples, and then moves to cup her breasts in his hands. She lets out a small moan as he pinches her gently. Bending down and kissing her mouth, then moving his mouth lower, he traces her collarbone with his tongue. He pulls her nipple into his mouth and sucks hard - almost, but not quite, painfully.
Veronica moans again and Logan’s hands reach for the waistband of the soaked boxer shorts. He rolls them down her hips and then lifts her up slightly, so that he can pull them down her legs.
He is kneeling now between her legs as she sits on the counter, and he is staring wide-eyed at her naked body. She moves to cover herself with her fingers, but he catches her hands with his and whispers, “Don’t. Don’t. I love to look at you.”
Logan bends his head and kisses her right knee, and then his tongue darts out and licks a small line from her knee to her inner thigh. She gasps a bit as his tongue moves further along her thigh, and his hands push her legs far apart. He stares at her moist folds as she squirms, trying to get closer to him, but he is not going to be rushed.
Burying his nose in her moist curls, he flicks his tongue against her once, quickly, and then pulls away. “God, baby, I love the way you smell when you’re wet for me,” he says. Just as he bends his head back towards her she realizes that, with the exception of falling in the ocean, it’s been 36 hours since she’s bathed. She reluctantly tries to push his head away from her as she says, “I should take a shower first.”
Pulling her palms to his face, he kisses each of them as he murmurs, “You can take a shower after. Right now I just want to eat you up.”
He presses his mouth against her and continues a slow torturous licking that has her leaning back against the mirror and babbling incoherently within minutes.
Logan’s knees are beginning to ache from kneeling on the tile, and he is so hard for her that it hurts - but the sounds she is making are intoxicating to him, and he knows her well enough to know that she’s close. He pulls back just slightly and then darts forward, catching her small nub between his lips and he sucks gently.
Veronica’s legs shake and tremble as she cries out his name, and he runs his hands up and down her back as she comes down from her ecstasy.
Logan stands up, grinning at her wildly. Veronica climbs down from the counter shakily and wraps her arms around him. “How about we go sully those new sheets of yours?” she whispers.
He draws her into the bedroom and sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling Veronica with him so that she is straddling his body. Kissing him almost frantically and pushing at the elastic of his board shorts, trying to push them down and off, she is encumbered by their position on the bed. Frustrated, she rolls to the side and pulls him down on top of her, and his shorts slide off easily. Logan kicks them to a corner as he slides down her body and runs his tongue around her right breast, his hands moving gently up and down her body, caressing her hips and abdomen.
“I want you inside me,” she pants in his ear.
Groaning, certain that he has never been harder in his life, he says, “It’s been a long time, Veronica. It’s been a long time and I missed you so much, and…”
“What?” she asks, her pelvis rubbing against his thigh and her voice breathy with arousal.
“I don’t think I’m going to last very long, and I…I was hoping that this would happen, but I didn’t want to make any presumptions…maybe I’m superstitious.” He is sure he is babbling and not making any sense, and all he wants to do is bury himself inside of her and feel her, tight and wet around him. “Veronica, I didn’t buy any…” he trails off.
“You didn’t buy any condoms?” she asks, realization hitting her like cold water. She stops moving against him for a minute and bites her lip. “I went off the Pill…after we broke up. It seemed silly to pay for it when I didn’t need it, and…”
Moaning in frustration, he rolls off of her, resigned that a trip to the store will be necessary before this reunion can go any farther.
“Just give me a second,” he says, trailing his hand up and down her arm, while he throws his other arm over his eyes, trying to calm his breathing and inwardly cursing himself for being so superstitious that he had actually put a package of Trojans back on the shelf when he had been at a drugstore two days ago. “I’ll run up to the 7-11.”
Veronica’s small hand wraps itself around him and squeezes gently. “That’s not helping me calm down, Veronica,” he says.
“Maybe I don’t think you should have to calm down,” she says, coyly, gently stroking her palm up and down his length.
“As much as I want to agree with you, I don’t think either of us wants to hear the sweet pitter-patter of baby feet anytime soon.”
“Well, I kind of had something else in mind,” she whispers, as she rises up on her knees and straddles him, bending her head to kiss the center of his chest. Logan pushes her hair out of her face as she looks up at him through mischievous eyes. Still looking at him, she sticks out her tongue and begins licking down his abdomen. Her hand is still rubbing him when her mouth reaches his cock. She lays a wet kiss on the tip and then opens her mouth and draws him inside.
The flat part of her tongue is flicking back and forth quickly, and then she swallows as much of him as she can into her throat.
“Veronica, I’m…” he warns her, pushing as gently as he can against her shoulders, but she disregards him, continuing to slide her lips up and down him as he explodes in her mouth.
Floating on a sea of endorphins, he pulls her up next to him and cradles her head on his chest and holds her tightly to him, determined not to let her go again. When he thinks Veronica has fallen asleep, he pulls the duvet up over her and quietly climbs out of bed. He pulls on some shorts and a t-shirt, and heads out to obtain a box of Trojans from the closest possible store.
***
He is gone only ten minutes, having purchased his intended supplies and two cups of hazelnut coffee. Balancing the two cups and a jumbo box of condoms, he finds that she has not moved. Rolling over when she hears him come in, she takes the coffee from him gratefully and eyes the box.
“Feeling pretty ambitious, huh, big guy?” she quips.
“Well, I’m not going to brag, but I do think there is a possibility that I might get lucky today,” he says, as he sits down the bed next to her and kisses her.
“Well, sailor, if you play your cards right, you might just be correct about that.” She reaches up and pulls her fingers through his hair. “I would say the coffee was definitely a step in the right direction. Although,” she slides her hand up his thigh, on top of his shorts, “it seems like you might be a wee bit overdressed.”
“That is a situation I can quickly remedy,” he says, standing up and dropping his shorts and boxers to the floor and swiftly pulling off his t-shirt. He slips naked under the blanket with her and kisses her hungrily, tasting the coffee on her lips.
He runs his hand down her body, gliding his hand between her legs, finding her still wet and aching for him. Sliding two fingers into her, he feels her hands grasping his shoulders and she whimpers as he pumps his fingers back and forth gently.
“Did you think about me while I was gone?” he asks, now moving his thumb in a circle over her soft folds.
“Yes,” she moans in his ear.
“What were you thinking about?”
“What you would do to me when you got back,” she murmurs, her breath coming faster with the movement of his hand.
“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” he asks her, as he sucks her earlobe into his mouth.
She blushes and doesn’t answer him, so he increases the pace of his fingers until she is twining her hands in the sheets and making soft sounds that threaten to drive him insane.
“Ver-on-i-ca,” he singsongs into her ear, “did you touch yourself, here in my bed, while I was at the store?”
“Ya-yes,” she confesses, as he pushes his thumb against her most sensitive places, causing her to gasp.
“Did you make yourself come, all over your fingers?”
“N...no,” she whispers.
“Why not?” he asks, still working her with his fingers. He can feel her inner walls clamping down and he knows she’s going to come any minute.
“I wanted…I wanted to wait until you were back,” she says, throwing her head backwards. “I wanted to wait until you could be inside me. I want, oh God, Logan, I want…” Her arm reaches out haphazardly for the Trojan box sitting on the table next to the bed. Logan watches her fumble with the cardboard while he continues to slide his fingers in and out.
Finally, she frees a small package from the box and tears it open with her teeth. Reaching for him, she makes a failed attempt to unroll the condom, so he reluctantly pulls his fingers from her and makes the necessary adjustments.
Rolling them over until she is directly beneath him, she wraps her legs around him and he slides inside. She is tight - very tight, and he doesn’t move, afraid of hurting her.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and her only response is a muffled cry as she rubs herself against him and he feels her muscles clamping down all around him, spasming as she climaxes.
He begins to slide in and out, slowly and steadily, determined to make her come one more time before he does. “Did you miss this?” he murmurs. “Did you miss this, Veronica?”
“Oh, god, yes I missed this, I missed this so much,” she pants, her breath growing faster again.
“I missed making love to you,” he says. “I missed being inside of you, it feels so good. I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Logan,” she cries out as she peaks again and then lays back, exhausted.
He pumps into her twice more before he comes, his whole body trembling with pleasure. He collapses on top of her for just a second, and then, afraid of crushing her tiny frame, slides next to her and spoons her close.
Moments later Logan’s cells phone rings. Logan doesn’t recognize the number and almost doesn’t answer it, but Veronica sits up, handing him the phone says, “Answer it, maybe it’s about my luggage?”
“Hello?” Logan says, and listens for several minutes.
“How did that happen?” he asks. Veronica can’t hear anything that the other party is saying.
“When do you think that will be?” Logan says. “I see, thank you.”
“Guess where your luggage is, Bobcat?”
“Where?” Veronica asks.
“Taipei.”
“Taipei? How the heck did it get to Taipei? And when are they getting it back?” Veronica asks.
“The airline wants to assure you that they are doing their best to get the bags to San Diego in the next 48 hours,” Logan mimics the tone of the airline agent.
Veronica grumbles and flops back down onto the pillow.
Logan grins at her. “I guess the good news is, without any clothes, I may have to keep you naked here in my bed for two days.”
“We could just go to my apartment and get me something to wear,” she responds.
“But that would be much less fun,” Logan says, kissing her again.
Veronica laughs and kisses him back. “You might just have a point there.”
The End.