Fic: And They Were All Kinds Of Fucked. (NC-17) Meg/Veronica, Veronica/Logan, Logan/Meg, M/L/V
Fic: And they were all kinds of fucked.
Author: Queen_HAQ
Rating: NC-17 for sex. Because it's a threesome. Think that's clear enough? Maybe I should draw a diagram. Hmmm...
Word Count: ~5000
Characters: Logan/Veronica, Logan/Meg, Meg/Veronica
Summary: AU and future fic. Logan has history with both Veronica and Meg. Which means she's alive in the fic. Weird how that makes sense, huh?
A/N: Written for the 7sins_7virtues challenge and my prompt was envy. I've never written femslash before so this was very, very nervewracking. Much thanks to my fabulous betas jaggedreality and mutinousmuse. Also, ladydisdain225 deserves to be finger fucked by Logan for the fabulous banner and the help she gave me. carminaburana and lex_83 will just have to do with orgasmic chocolates. :)
Also, misa_05 was great and made me a pretty banner (voluntarily - I didn't even have to ask her). Thank you!
And they were all kinds of fucked
Made by the entirely fucking fabulous ladydisdain225
Meg didn’t even know why she was here. She knew from the moment her girlfriend suggested this, it was going to be a horrible mistake. Yet here she was anyway, waiting. Always waiting.
“Do you want a drink?”
She turned around to find Veronica looking at her expectantly. “No. But I need one.”
As Meg reached over to grab the bottle Veronica offered, her hand slightly brushed against Veronica’s and instantly their eyes locked. For a moment, things between them were exactly the same as before. Heated, intense, amazing. And the next second, Veronica dropped her stare and the dull ache in Meg’s heart grew.
Meg watched as Veronica headed towards the bedside table, grabbing the bottle of tequila. Veronica poured herself a shot and swallowed it in one gulp.
Even their choice in drinks were vastly different, Meg mused. Veronica would only drink the hard liquor while Meg couldn’t stomach anything stronger than a cooler. At first, she’d found this difference charming. But now, it was just one more thing on the list of things that made their relationship more complicated.
As Veronica walked around their hotel suite, clearly trying to distract herself, Meg quietly observed her. Her heart raced as her eyes slowly traveled down Veronica’s body. She was wearing a black pair of jeans and a tight tank top which emphasized her petite form while still accentuating her curves.
Veronica’s interest in her might have waned but Meg still felt the butterflies in her stomach every time she set her eyes upon her.
“Want another one?” Veronica asked, pointing to her drink.
“I can’t even finish this one.”
Veronica’s mouth broke into a small smile, her head tilting. “I thought your tolerance went up.”
“I guess I’m nervous.”
“That usually makes a person drink more,” Veronica pointed out.
“I guess I’m not like everyone else.”
“No,” Veronica assured, her voice soft. “You’re not.”
The way Veronica looked at her just then set her senses tingling, making goose bumps suddenly appear on her skin. Meg felt the dryness in her throat but instinctively knew no amount of liquor would quench it. She was thirsty for only one thing. One person. Setting her drink aside, she walked over to where Veronica was standing, her stride slow but confident.
Veronica followed her every move as Meg slowly approached her; there was a hunger in her eyes which Meg hadn’t seen for a long while and knowing Veronica could still look at her like that made all their problems seem insignificant.
Standing directly in front of her, Meg slowly swept Veronica’s bangs aside. She threaded her fingers through Veronica’s hair, enjoying the silky feel of it on her skin. Over the past few years, they’d both stuck to their unspoken rule - never wear their hair the same length. Currently, Veronica’s almost reached down to her waist while Meg’s lay just below her shoulders.
Veronica’s blue eyes darkened as Meg slowly traced the contours of her face, her thumb finally resting at one corner of her mouth. Her other hand curved around Veronica’s waist, drawing her closer.
“You’re so beautiful,” Meg murmured, finally kissing her. Her tongue delved into Veronica’s mouth, playing with her, teasing her while Veronica reached down to cup her ass.
Meg licked along the column of her throat, taking her time, knowing how much Veronica enjoyed that. As Meg gently bit the skin on her shoulder, Veronica’s hand curved around her breast, her thumb stroking Meg’s nipple through the cotton fabric of her dress.
“We don’t have to do this,” Meg whispered, leaning back to meet Veronica’s eyes.
“Really? Because I think you want to,” Veronica teased, massaging Meg’s nipples a bit harder to emphasize her point.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Meg insisted, her lips quivering. “We don’t need him. We’re fine on our own.” Her chest tightened at the look in Veronica’s eyes. Meg spotted nothing but uncertainty in them.
Before Veronica could respond, there was a knock on the door and Meg knew it was too late for her to change Veronica’s mind. She noted how eagerly Veronica rushed to the door and the sadness crept in when she realized exactly how enthusiastic Veronica was about what was to happen tonight.
Meg turned around and walked over to where the tequila bottle was. She might not be able to hold her liquor but she knew she needed something strong to get through the night.
His voice drifted in from the other room and Meg stiffened. It had been so long since she’d seen him and the sound of his voice alone could still affect her.
Pouring a small shot, she swallowed the liquid and her throat burned with the taste of it.
“So you did come,” Veronica stated, walking into the room.
“Not yet.”
Meg wasn’t surprised by his words. Logan had a way of taking the most innocent of statements and turning them into something dirty. Taking a deep breath, Meg finally turned around to face them and her heart broke a little at the sight they presented.
They both stood in front of her, beautiful and strong, and yet hard and soft at the same time.
Time had done nothing to lessen his looks; if anything, he was even more handsome than he had been five years ago. He had gained some muscle and lost some of the boyish look that was once his trademark. She took in his appearance, marveling at the way he looked in the snug suit. If their circumstances were different, Meg would find the image of him dressed up amusing; after all, she’d never seen him in anything but casual clothes when they were younger.
Their eyes met and she felt her heart jump in her chest; she’d forgotten exactly how intense his stare was. Needing to distract herself from his fixed gaze, Meg glanced at Veronica.
There was a hesitant look on Veronica’s face - almost as if she was afraid this night was going to end before it even began - and Meg knew Veronica needed some reassurance from her. Despite Meg’s misgivings about tonight, she gave Veronica a soft smile.
“Do you want a drink?” Veronica asked, touching Logan’s arm.
“Do you even have to ask?”
Veronica smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement and Meg hated that Logan could make her smile that brightly.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Milk,” Logan replied with a smirk. “It does a body good.”
“Well, I have scotch, tequila and some lemonade coolers. Unless you somehow have a cow following you around, you’re not getting any milk tonight,” Veronica snarked.
“Bessie’s in the parking lot. I don’t go anywhere without her.”
“Is she the cow or the skank you were with when I called you last night?”
“Jealous?”
Meg watched in silence as the conversation bounced back and forth between Logan and Veronica. Banter had always been a form of foreplay for them and Meg swallowed a difficult breath, knowing how much each wanted the other.
Meg’s hands shook as she gulped down another shot of tequila, knowing it would have to be her last; she was starting to feel the effects of it already and this was going to be a long night.
“I guess you still haven’t acquired any manners,” Logan spoke, his gaze concentrated on Meg. For a second she thought he was talking to her but realized his question was directed towards Veronica.
“And of course you’re Miss Manners?”
“Well,” Logan grinned, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m definitely prettier.”
“I doubt that,” Meg countered, pursing her lips.
“Ah, she speaks.” Logan’s voice was soft, almost hypnotic.
“She does,” Meg responded.
“How are you?”
Meg’s eyes drifted back and forth between Logan and Veronica, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. Being the focus of both their attentions wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. “Peachy.”
Logan chuckled, the sound vibrating around them.
Veronica walked over to the table to prepare him a drink and Meg and Logan both eyed her every movement. It took Meg a few minutes to realize Logan was no longer staring at Veronica; his eyes were now settled on her.
She swallowed audibly as his gaze wandered down her body, making her warm all over. Flustered, she crossed her arms but realized it was the wrong thing to do; it only served to draw his attention to her breasts.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I am?” he asked, taking a step towards Meg.
“No,” she responded.
“And you were always the polite one,” he remarked.
“Things change.”
“And that has to be understatement of the year,” he responded, pointing his glance at Veronica who handed him a drink. He took a small sip of the scotch, his eyes moving back and forth between the two women. “So you two, huh?”
“Logan, you promised you weren’t going to be an ass about this,” Veronica reminded him in a firm tone.
“I did no such thing. Besides, an ass is automatically included in the jackass package, Veronica,” he countered.
“Did you really expect anything less from him?” Meg asked, bitterness lacing her voice.
Logan smirked, cocking his eyebrow at her. “Even Meg here knows me better than you do.”
“As she should. You were with her longer than you were with me.”
There was a hint of anger, and something resembling jealousy in Veronica’s voice and both Logan and Meg looked at her curiously. Meg wondered who Veronica was more jealous of: Meg for being with Logan or Logan for being with Meg.
“That was a long time ago,” Meg reassured.
“And here we are again,” Logan taunted, smirking at both Meg and Veronica.
Meg wondered how much discussion had taken place about this arrangement between the all of them. More importantly, she wondered who was going to make the first move.
Swallowing the rest of his drink, Logan watched as Veronica approached him, a zealous look on his face. As she took the glass from his hand, setting it on a nearby table, he extended his hand, his fingers lingering on her face. Veronica closed her eyes, a deep moan escaping her throat when he slowly stroked her lips with his thumb.
Meg felt like an intruder amongst them, her insides burning with envy. Logan and Veronica looked incredibly intimate and Meg reminded herself to be strong.
A part of Meg hated Veronica for putting her through this. She wouldn’t have minded the idea of doing this with any other man but knowing Veronica had gone out of her way to make sure it was Logan was what hurt her the most.
Veronica was well aware of the history Meg shared with Logan; she knew exactly how painful their relationship had been for Meg. How much she’d cried and ached for him after Logan had left Neptune - and her - their senior year in high school. Veronica had helped to prove he wasn’t Felix’s killer and even she’d been surprised when Logan took off, leaving Meg behind.
Meg broke out of her reverie when Veronica moaned loudly in response to Logan’s touch. His hands were underneath Veronica’s tank top, slowly pulling it up, exposing her soft skin.
Despite her hesitation, she felt desire slowly overtake her. Logan was kissing Veronica, his mouth crushed against hers, their bodies firmly pressed against each other and Meg remembered exactly how good it felt to be kissed by him.
Veronica and Logan were mesmerized by each other, her hands pulling his jacket off of him, his hands cradling her face. His actions were far from frenzied - he was deliberately slow, almost calculating as he bit Veronica’s bottom lip.
Meg forced herself to look away, feeling the sorrow in her heart again. He was doing things to Veronica that only Meg did. The same things that he’d taught Meg.
Meg knew she had to leave; she couldn’t take this anymore. As she walked past them, she doubted if they’d even notice. To her surprise, she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist, tugging her back.
“Come here,” he ordered, his voice smooth as velvet.
Meg’s eyes drifted towards Veronica, who stood topless before her, breathless and panting for air. Veronica’s hands were on Logan’s chest, clutching at his shirt.
Logan and Veronica were in each other’s arms, both of them studying Meg keenly. He was still gripping Meg’s wrist, applying gentle pressure on her skin.
“Come here,” he repeated.
Meg knew she had only two choices left; walk away and let him win or stay and fight for Veronica. She chose to stick around and fight for the one person who never abandoned her.
Removing his grip from her wrist, Meg walked to stand behind Veronica, her hand resting on the small of Veronica’s back. She stood between Logan and Meg, small, warm, deceptively comforting. Looking over her head, Meg’s eyes locked with Logan’s, her jaw clenched. He looked enthralled, almost amused and it only served to piss her off more. She was not going to let him win. He wasn’t going to fuck up her life again.
Pushing Veronica’s hair aside, Meg traced the curve of her shoulder, her tongue licking along the soft skin.
Logan observed them, his eyes darkening with desire. Veronica’s head lolled back, resting on Meg’s shoulder, as Meg held her protectively from behind. Meg’s hands were covering Veronica’s small breasts, inciting groans of pleasure from her as Meg stroked her nipples with her fingers.
Meg’s eyes opened and she found Logan drinking tequila straight from the bottle. His attention was fixated on Meg and Veronica and when she met his gaze, he winked.
She averted her eyes away from him, forcing Veronica to turn around to face her. Cradling Veronica’s face in her hands, Meg brushed her lips against Veronica’s. “I love you.”
Veronica gave her a tender smile, nuzzling her forehead against Meg’s as her hands curved around Meg’s waist. Meg’s tongue delved into Veronica’s mouth, teasing her and for a moment, and Meg forgot Logan was even there. Until Logan positioned himself behind her, leisurely unzipping her dress.
Meg panicked at first, realizing he was entirely too close for comfort but when Veronica ground her hips against Meg’s, she forgot her concerns. Meg reached down to unbutton Veronica’s pants, kneeling on the floor to pull them down. Her dress felt loose and Meg knew Logan was just waiting for her to stand up so he could undress her.
She stood up and quickly moved away before he could touch her again. Meg grabbed Veronica’s elbow, dragging her to the bed, leaving Logan behind; she spotted the disappointed look on Veronica’s face but chose to ignore it.
Logan chuckled, amused by Meg’s antics. However, laughter died in his throat when Veronica slowly slid Meg’s dress off, exposing her slender figure. Veronica reached behind to unsnap Meg’s bra, her fingers tracing the length of Meg’s back.
In a matter of seconds, Meg and Veronica were both naked. Veronica was the first one to lie on the bed, arching against Meg when she settled on top of her.
Meg leisurely kissed her way down Veronica’s body, pausing long enough to swirl her tongue across Veronica’s breasts. As Veronica writhed underneath her, Meg felt a bout of satisfaction, knowing Logan had nothing to do with the reaction.
Taking his time, Logan walked over to the bed and stood next to it, mesmerized with what lay in front of him.
Meg positioned herself between Veronica’s legs, her mouth moving against Veronica’s cunt. She was licking, stroking, her thumb circling her clit, all the while driving Veronica crazy with desire.
Veronica’s body arched up and Logan pressed down on her with his hand, his palm splaying across her flat stomach. Lying down next to Veronica, he stroked her nipples with the tip of his tongue, sighing with satisfaction when she reached over to unzip his pants.
Veronica tried to help, she really did, but with Meg going down on her and Logan tormenting her with tongue, it was pointless. She couldn’t have helped Logan undress if her life depended on it.
The pressure started to build inside of Veronica, all her senses engaged on what Logan and Meg were doing to her. She fisted Logan’s hair, probably hurting him but she was past the point of caring.
It took a flick of Meg’s tongue against her clit, an extra hard caress of Logan’s finger against her nipple and the dam inside her burst. She thrashed, crying out Meg’s name as the orgasm hit her in waves.
Meg knew Logan was touching Veronica, her Veronica, but right now, it was Meg’s name that escaped from her girlfriend’s throat. She was the one who made Veronica cum and that mattered more than his presence.
When she looked up at Veronica, she found her busy kissing Logan, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, his finger rubbing the spot between Veronica’s breasts. Meg wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, refusing to let anger overtake her.
When Logan turned his head to meet Meg’s gaze, he saw the fury burning in her eyes. She looked stiff, hurt and he wanted to reach out and comfort her but knew she would never allow it. Focusing his attention back on Veronica, he continued to kiss her, teasing her.
Veronica was the one who pulled away, forcing him to look directly at her. She looked up at him with hesitation, desire and somehow the most impossible of all - love.
“Kiss her,” Veronica urged, gently touching his face.
“She won’t let me.”
“She will. She wants this. She wants you.”
“She looks like she’s ready to kill me,” Logan said with a smile, turning back to look at Meg who sat at the foot of the bed, glaring at them.
“Meg, come here,” Veronica ordered, holding out her hand.
Meg stared at Veronica, her face filled with trepidation. She knew what Veronica was going to ask her to do and the idea both thrilled and terrified her. But Veronica was the one asking and Meg couldn’t refuse her.
Meg took Veronica’s hand, moving closer to her. Veronica lay in between them, with Logan and Meg eyeing each other cautiously.
“I want you to kiss him,” Veronica stated.
“This was about you. You wanted him here; I didn’t,” Meg pointed out.
A smile played across Logan’s face and Meg’s paranoia kicked in. It seemed as if Veronica and Logan were sharing a private joke about her and it irritated the hell out of Meg.
“Scared?” Logan taunted, his fingers idly brushing Veronica’s skin.
“No,” Meg responded firmly.
“Liar.”
It was a combination of his arrogant tone, the way he had his hands all over her girlfriend and, most of all, the insolent look in his eye that made her cave. It grated on her nerves that he still assumed he understood her. Determined to prove him wrong, Meg’s lips latched onto his.
He swiftly moved closer to her, almost afraid she was going to change her mind. Moving over Veronica, Logan pushed Meg down on the mattress, spreading his body on top of her. He wanted to be soft and tender; he hadn’t kissed her in so long and he didn’t want to hurt her.
She had other plans.
Pushing herself against him, Meg’s tongue battled his own for power. She wanted him to know it wasn’t going to be easy for him; she wasn’t going to be easy for him. Her teeth tugged at his lips, causing him to bleed and he perched over her, looking down at her with irritation.
“She’s a rough one,” Veronica commented, idly watching the power struggle taking place in front of her.
Logan realized he would have to play hardball with Meg. And his job was half done since the hard part was already taken care of. Pressing himself firmly down on her, Logan crushed his mouth against hers, ruthless and determined.
Their tongues intertwined and Meg twisted beneath, an involuntary moan struggling to escape from her throat. He was anything but tender as he crawled down her body, nipping her skin, biting her. He suckled her nipples, pushing her further and further over the edge.
Meg writhed with pleasure under Logan and for a brief second, her eyes met Veronica’s. Veronica squeezed her hand, smiling down at her and Meg almost reached out to kiss her. However, everything went hazy the moment Logan circled her clit with his thumb. Her hips bucked against his mouth as he assaulted her with his tongue, stroking her clit with his fingers and tongue. He sucked, licked, bit and all the while, kept his eyes focused on her.
Veronica kissed her, swallowing all of Meg’s little screams in her mouth. Logan and Veronica were all over her, taking turns to make sure she had no control, demanding she give in to them.
Meg was at the edge, almost ready to lose it all when Logan abruptly stopped. Her eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze.
“Tell him you want him,” Veronica whispered next to her. “He’s an ass; he’s not going to finish you off until you tell him that.”
Meg looked at her confusedly, but realized Veronica was serious. There was a cocky look on Logan’s face and she instinctively knew he was going to leave her hanging if she didn’t admit it.
“You heard her,” Logan said arrogantly.
“Fuck you,” Meg bit out.
“You will. As soon as you admit you want me.”
Meg clenched her jaw, looking to Veronica for help but Veronica just shrugged her shoulders.
“You know you do.”
“Go to hell, Veronica,” Meg snapped, losing her temper.
Logan was taken back when Meg pushed him off and sat up. She pulled up her knees to her chin, her arms wrapping around herself.
“Fine. You’re the one missing out,” Logan lashed out, focusing his attention on Veronica now.
Veronica shot Meg a disappointed look.
Meg struggled to keep her tears in check as Logan kissed Veronica thoroughly, Veronica’s hands reaching down to undo his pants. It took a few seconds but Veronica managed to pull them off of him, pushing his pants and boxers out of the way.
There was nothing leisurely about the way his fingers dug into Veronica’s skin, making her cry out for him. They were all over each other, his mouth seducing her, her hands fondling him while Meg sat next to them, unable to look away.
Veronica pulled out a condom from the drawer and it took a few seconds to slip it on, his face twisting with pain when she touched his hard cock.
Logan tasted the slick salt on Veronica’s skin, felt her hips buck against him and knew she was ready for him. Perched on top of her, Logan slid inside, his face grimacing with pleasure at the tightness of her. His cock pulsed as he thrust in and out of her, making her scream his name.
She was underneath him, pleasure and pain fleeting across her face, her teeth clamped over her lower lip and Logan didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more beautiful.
“Logan!” Veronica groaned.
“I know, babe. I know,” Logan whispered, speeding up his rhythm. “Tell me you want me.”
“I do.”
“Say it.”
“I. Want. You.”
“Tell me you love me.”
She paused and he wondered if she was actually going to say it.
“I love you,” Veronica confessed.
A few years ago he would have doubted her words but now, he knew Veronica meant it. He’d wanted to hear the words and more importantly, he wanted Veronica to say them in front of Meg.
Turning his head, he looked at Meg to gauge her reaction. She looked distraught. Hurt and pain and guilt swept through him.
As he continued to move inside of Veronica, his eyes remained locked with Meg’s. Veronica noticed it and mimicked his movements, turning to look at Meg as well.
Logan pounded into her one last time and Veronica finally came, screaming his name. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted and satisfied.
Meg noted the tender way Veronica held Logan, the gentle way he swept the wet hair away from her face. And instinctively, she knew she didn’t belong here.
She told herself to get off the bed, walk away but she couldn’t leave. Not just yet. Meg didn’t know how long she sat, unmoving, ignoring Logan’s intent stare and watching Veronica doze off.
Realizing she couldn’t stay there any longer, Meg kissed Veronica’s temple softly and climbed off the bed. Taking her clothes with her, Meg went into the bathroom, refusing to cry until she was back in the privacy of her own home.
She had her dress almost zipped up when Logan walked into the bathroom, dressed only in his boxers. She quickly wiped the moisture from her face but it was too late; he’d already noticed the tears in her reflection in the mirror.
“What are you doing?” he asked, standing behind her.
“I’m leaving.”
“Why?”
She turned around to face him, hate sweeping through her face. “Why not? I’m not really needed here anyway.”
She tried to walk past him but he stood in her way, unwilling to let her go. “You’re the one making this difficult, Meg.”
“For me or you, Logan?” she demanded, her eyes brimming with tears. “I guess it must have been extremely difficult for you because I didn’t want to just roll over and let you take Veronica from me.”
“She’s not a fucking toy, Meg. We can’t just pass her back and forth between us.”
“Why are you here, Logan?” Meg implored. “Veronica and I were happy. We were doing great without you. But you couldn’t stand that, could you? You had to come back and fuck up my life.”
“If things were so good, why the hell did Veronica ask me to fuck the both of you?” Logan pointed out, his voice harsh.
“Go to hell,” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “You just had to show me up, didn’t you? You had to throw the fact she loved you in my face. You couldn’t just let that go?”
Regret washed over his face as he reached out to hold Meg. She struggled against him at first but eventually gave up, sinking into him.
“She loves you,” Logan whispered, softly rubbing her back.
“You don’t have to patronize me.”
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” he snapped but realized losing his temper wasn’t going to help the matters any. “I love you.”
Meg leaned back to look at him, scanning his face to see if he was lying. Even though he seemed sincere, she couldn’t let herself believe him. “Stop it.”
“I love you,” he repeated.
“Did you love me when you fucking left me?”
“I had to leave. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Take what? Me? I loved you and you left without a second glance. You didn’t look back once. You left me and you left Veronica-”
“And that’s when the two of you decided to hook up and forget me?” he asked, bitterly.
“She was the only one there for me. She never abandoned me.”
“I had to go. Why can’t you understand that? My life was a fucking mess and I knew I was going to drag you down with me if I stayed.”
“It doesn’t matter now anyways,” Meg bit out.
“It matters to me.”
“What do you want from me?” she implored. “All I wanted was for you to love me. But you wouldn’t. And when I finally found it with Veronica, you want to destroy it.”
“I don’t,” he insisted, cradling her face in his hands. “I… I need you, I need her. I can’t get over either one of you.”
“You mean you can’t get over her. She always knew where you were but I never did.”
“Veronica always knew because she always found me. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to hide.”
“I love her,” Meg confessed, her voice breaking. “Don’t take her away from me.”
“I don’t want to take her. I want to… fuck, I don’t know, I just… I love you both.”
“You can’t love me after not seeing me for five years. It’s impossible,” she argued.
“I’m a living, breathing example of the fucking impossible.”
She heard the sincerity behind his words, felt the truth of what he was saying and she knew, deep down, she already believed him.
“I love you,” he repeated.
She remained silent, her lips quivering.
“Veronica said you still loved me. She told me last night she still loved me.”
“Why did she call you? Why am I not enough for her?”
“It’s not about that, Meg,” Logan explained. “I love her but I need you. I don’t think I could live without you both. I think it’s the same for her. She needs us both and… I think she couldn’t keep that hidden anymore.”
“You lived without us both for five years,” she reminded him bitterly.
“And I was fucking miserable. At least the two of you had each other. I had no one.”
Pushing her against the counter, Logan leaned forward to trace the outer shell of her ear with his tongue, nipping at her earlobe. He heard the sharp intake of her breath, felt her body tremble and he smiled. “Can you tell me you don’t feel the same?”
“About what?” she whispered breathlessly, closing her eyes.
“Needing both me and Veronica; wanting the both of us. It’s better this way.”
Logan waited for her to argue, to fight him but she didn’t. Instead, she rubbed her body against his.
Realizing she couldn’t fight her feelings anymore, Meg clung to him, pressing her lips against his. This time he wasn’t harsh but soft, tender as his hands wandered down her body, clutching at her.
She sighed into his mouth when he unzipped her dress, helping her step out of it. He placed fluttery kissed all over her body, making her yearn for him. When he picked her up, she wrapped her arms around his waist, desperately needing more from him.
He walked over to the bed and somehow, Logan ended up lying next to Veronica with Meg on top of him. Her hands scanned his body, feeling every ridges of his abs, touching him all over. Her tongue was tantalizing against his skin, tormenting him with promises of more.
When she took his cock into her mouth, Logan groaned with pleasure, his hand clutching at Veronica, who was still sleeping. Meg licked him, stroked him, played with him as her mouth took him in a bit more each time.
“Fuck Meg.”
Veronica stirred next to Logan but didn’t fully wake up.
Knowing he was going to come soon, Meg abruptly stopped. She moved up, straddling him now and slowly sunk into him, his cock stretching inside of her.
“Oh God,” she groaned, her head lolling back as she set the pace for his rhythmic strokes. She bit her lip, her fingers digging into his skin as the pressure inside of her started to expand.
Logan ground his hips against hers, bucking underneath her as she continued to torment him.
He climaxed inside of her and she came a few seconds later, when his hands roughly stroked her nipple, making it pucker underneath his touch.
She collapsed on top of him, breathing rapidly against his skin as he gently rubbed her back.
“I guess you made up,” Veronica murmured sleepily, smiling at them.
Meg yawned lazily, reaching over to hold Veronica’s hand. “Come here.”
Veronica did as ordered, shifting closer to Logan. Meg ran her hands through Veronica’s hair, loving the silky texture of it. “I love you.”
“I told you this would be good,” Veronica whispered.
“Yeah, it was good.”
“And yet, no one thanks me,” Logan drawled in a lazy tone, from underneath Meg. He clasped his hands behind his head, smirking at the both of them. “I expect a few hundred bills for tonight.”
“I was going to barter sexual favors,” Veronica snarked. “But I guess that’s out.”
“$50 and a blow job. I’ll settle for that.”
“How about $20 and a hand job?”
“Do you even want to do this again?” he asked amusedly.
As Veronica and Logan bantered back and forth, Meg closed her eyes, snuggling against him. A voice in the back of her mind reminded her Logan hadn’t used a condom but she pushed the thought away, choosing to focus on the good things instead. She heard Logan’s steady heart beat, felt Veronica’s hand curl up against her and she smiled; it seemed as if things might work out after all.
The End.
I've never written anything like this before so needless to say, I'm a little hesitant. And scared. More scared than hesitant. Ugh, I' completely fucking terrified, k?
Made by the very sweet and gorgeous Misa_05.
Author: Queen_HAQ
Rating: NC-17 for sex. Because it's a threesome. Think that's clear enough? Maybe I should draw a diagram. Hmmm...
Word Count: ~5000
Characters: Logan/Veronica, Logan/Meg, Meg/Veronica
Summary: AU and future fic. Logan has history with both Veronica and Meg. Which means she's alive in the fic. Weird how that makes sense, huh?
A/N: Written for the 7sins_7virtues challenge and my prompt was envy. I've never written femslash before so this was very, very nervewracking. Much thanks to my fabulous betas jaggedreality and mutinousmuse. Also, ladydisdain225 deserves to be finger fucked by Logan for the fabulous banner and the help she gave me. carminaburana and lex_83 will just have to do with orgasmic chocolates. :)
Also, misa_05 was great and made me a pretty banner (voluntarily - I didn't even have to ask her). Thank you!
And they were all kinds of fucked
Made by the entirely fucking fabulous ladydisdain225
Meg didn’t even know why she was here. She knew from the moment her girlfriend suggested this, it was going to be a horrible mistake. Yet here she was anyway, waiting. Always waiting.
“Do you want a drink?”
She turned around to find Veronica looking at her expectantly. “No. But I need one.”
As Meg reached over to grab the bottle Veronica offered, her hand slightly brushed against Veronica’s and instantly their eyes locked. For a moment, things between them were exactly the same as before. Heated, intense, amazing. And the next second, Veronica dropped her stare and the dull ache in Meg’s heart grew.
Meg watched as Veronica headed towards the bedside table, grabbing the bottle of tequila. Veronica poured herself a shot and swallowed it in one gulp.
Even their choice in drinks were vastly different, Meg mused. Veronica would only drink the hard liquor while Meg couldn’t stomach anything stronger than a cooler. At first, she’d found this difference charming. But now, it was just one more thing on the list of things that made their relationship more complicated.
As Veronica walked around their hotel suite, clearly trying to distract herself, Meg quietly observed her. Her heart raced as her eyes slowly traveled down Veronica’s body. She was wearing a black pair of jeans and a tight tank top which emphasized her petite form while still accentuating her curves.
Veronica’s interest in her might have waned but Meg still felt the butterflies in her stomach every time she set her eyes upon her.
“Want another one?” Veronica asked, pointing to her drink.
“I can’t even finish this one.”
Veronica’s mouth broke into a small smile, her head tilting. “I thought your tolerance went up.”
“I guess I’m nervous.”
“That usually makes a person drink more,” Veronica pointed out.
“I guess I’m not like everyone else.”
“No,” Veronica assured, her voice soft. “You’re not.”
The way Veronica looked at her just then set her senses tingling, making goose bumps suddenly appear on her skin. Meg felt the dryness in her throat but instinctively knew no amount of liquor would quench it. She was thirsty for only one thing. One person. Setting her drink aside, she walked over to where Veronica was standing, her stride slow but confident.
Veronica followed her every move as Meg slowly approached her; there was a hunger in her eyes which Meg hadn’t seen for a long while and knowing Veronica could still look at her like that made all their problems seem insignificant.
Standing directly in front of her, Meg slowly swept Veronica’s bangs aside. She threaded her fingers through Veronica’s hair, enjoying the silky feel of it on her skin. Over the past few years, they’d both stuck to their unspoken rule - never wear their hair the same length. Currently, Veronica’s almost reached down to her waist while Meg’s lay just below her shoulders.
Veronica’s blue eyes darkened as Meg slowly traced the contours of her face, her thumb finally resting at one corner of her mouth. Her other hand curved around Veronica’s waist, drawing her closer.
“You’re so beautiful,” Meg murmured, finally kissing her. Her tongue delved into Veronica’s mouth, playing with her, teasing her while Veronica reached down to cup her ass.
Meg licked along the column of her throat, taking her time, knowing how much Veronica enjoyed that. As Meg gently bit the skin on her shoulder, Veronica’s hand curved around her breast, her thumb stroking Meg’s nipple through the cotton fabric of her dress.
“We don’t have to do this,” Meg whispered, leaning back to meet Veronica’s eyes.
“Really? Because I think you want to,” Veronica teased, massaging Meg’s nipples a bit harder to emphasize her point.
“You know what I’m talking about,” Meg insisted, her lips quivering. “We don’t need him. We’re fine on our own.” Her chest tightened at the look in Veronica’s eyes. Meg spotted nothing but uncertainty in them.
Before Veronica could respond, there was a knock on the door and Meg knew it was too late for her to change Veronica’s mind. She noted how eagerly Veronica rushed to the door and the sadness crept in when she realized exactly how enthusiastic Veronica was about what was to happen tonight.
Meg turned around and walked over to where the tequila bottle was. She might not be able to hold her liquor but she knew she needed something strong to get through the night.
His voice drifted in from the other room and Meg stiffened. It had been so long since she’d seen him and the sound of his voice alone could still affect her.
Pouring a small shot, she swallowed the liquid and her throat burned with the taste of it.
“So you did come,” Veronica stated, walking into the room.
“Not yet.”
Meg wasn’t surprised by his words. Logan had a way of taking the most innocent of statements and turning them into something dirty. Taking a deep breath, Meg finally turned around to face them and her heart broke a little at the sight they presented.
They both stood in front of her, beautiful and strong, and yet hard and soft at the same time.
Time had done nothing to lessen his looks; if anything, he was even more handsome than he had been five years ago. He had gained some muscle and lost some of the boyish look that was once his trademark. She took in his appearance, marveling at the way he looked in the snug suit. If their circumstances were different, Meg would find the image of him dressed up amusing; after all, she’d never seen him in anything but casual clothes when they were younger.
Their eyes met and she felt her heart jump in her chest; she’d forgotten exactly how intense his stare was. Needing to distract herself from his fixed gaze, Meg glanced at Veronica.
There was a hesitant look on Veronica’s face - almost as if she was afraid this night was going to end before it even began - and Meg knew Veronica needed some reassurance from her. Despite Meg’s misgivings about tonight, she gave Veronica a soft smile.
“Do you want a drink?” Veronica asked, touching Logan’s arm.
“Do you even have to ask?”
Veronica smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement and Meg hated that Logan could make her smile that brightly.
“What do you want to drink?”
“Milk,” Logan replied with a smirk. “It does a body good.”
“Well, I have scotch, tequila and some lemonade coolers. Unless you somehow have a cow following you around, you’re not getting any milk tonight,” Veronica snarked.
“Bessie’s in the parking lot. I don’t go anywhere without her.”
“Is she the cow or the skank you were with when I called you last night?”
“Jealous?”
Meg watched in silence as the conversation bounced back and forth between Logan and Veronica. Banter had always been a form of foreplay for them and Meg swallowed a difficult breath, knowing how much each wanted the other.
Meg’s hands shook as she gulped down another shot of tequila, knowing it would have to be her last; she was starting to feel the effects of it already and this was going to be a long night.
“I guess you still haven’t acquired any manners,” Logan spoke, his gaze concentrated on Meg. For a second she thought he was talking to her but realized his question was directed towards Veronica.
“And of course you’re Miss Manners?”
“Well,” Logan grinned, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m definitely prettier.”
“I doubt that,” Meg countered, pursing her lips.
“Ah, she speaks.” Logan’s voice was soft, almost hypnotic.
“She does,” Meg responded.
“How are you?”
Meg’s eyes drifted back and forth between Logan and Veronica, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. Being the focus of both their attentions wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. “Peachy.”
Logan chuckled, the sound vibrating around them.
Veronica walked over to the table to prepare him a drink and Meg and Logan both eyed her every movement. It took Meg a few minutes to realize Logan was no longer staring at Veronica; his eyes were now settled on her.
She swallowed audibly as his gaze wandered down her body, making her warm all over. Flustered, she crossed her arms but realized it was the wrong thing to do; it only served to draw his attention to her breasts.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how I am?” he asked, taking a step towards Meg.
“No,” she responded.
“And you were always the polite one,” he remarked.
“Things change.”
“And that has to be understatement of the year,” he responded, pointing his glance at Veronica who handed him a drink. He took a small sip of the scotch, his eyes moving back and forth between the two women. “So you two, huh?”
“Logan, you promised you weren’t going to be an ass about this,” Veronica reminded him in a firm tone.
“I did no such thing. Besides, an ass is automatically included in the jackass package, Veronica,” he countered.
“Did you really expect anything less from him?” Meg asked, bitterness lacing her voice.
Logan smirked, cocking his eyebrow at her. “Even Meg here knows me better than you do.”
“As she should. You were with her longer than you were with me.”
There was a hint of anger, and something resembling jealousy in Veronica’s voice and both Logan and Meg looked at her curiously. Meg wondered who Veronica was more jealous of: Meg for being with Logan or Logan for being with Meg.
“That was a long time ago,” Meg reassured.
“And here we are again,” Logan taunted, smirking at both Meg and Veronica.
Meg wondered how much discussion had taken place about this arrangement between the all of them. More importantly, she wondered who was going to make the first move.
Swallowing the rest of his drink, Logan watched as Veronica approached him, a zealous look on his face. As she took the glass from his hand, setting it on a nearby table, he extended his hand, his fingers lingering on her face. Veronica closed her eyes, a deep moan escaping her throat when he slowly stroked her lips with his thumb.
Meg felt like an intruder amongst them, her insides burning with envy. Logan and Veronica looked incredibly intimate and Meg reminded herself to be strong.
A part of Meg hated Veronica for putting her through this. She wouldn’t have minded the idea of doing this with any other man but knowing Veronica had gone out of her way to make sure it was Logan was what hurt her the most.
Veronica was well aware of the history Meg shared with Logan; she knew exactly how painful their relationship had been for Meg. How much she’d cried and ached for him after Logan had left Neptune - and her - their senior year in high school. Veronica had helped to prove he wasn’t Felix’s killer and even she’d been surprised when Logan took off, leaving Meg behind.
Meg broke out of her reverie when Veronica moaned loudly in response to Logan’s touch. His hands were underneath Veronica’s tank top, slowly pulling it up, exposing her soft skin.
Despite her hesitation, she felt desire slowly overtake her. Logan was kissing Veronica, his mouth crushed against hers, their bodies firmly pressed against each other and Meg remembered exactly how good it felt to be kissed by him.
Veronica and Logan were mesmerized by each other, her hands pulling his jacket off of him, his hands cradling her face. His actions were far from frenzied - he was deliberately slow, almost calculating as he bit Veronica’s bottom lip.
Meg forced herself to look away, feeling the sorrow in her heart again. He was doing things to Veronica that only Meg did. The same things that he’d taught Meg.
Meg knew she had to leave; she couldn’t take this anymore. As she walked past them, she doubted if they’d even notice. To her surprise, she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist, tugging her back.
“Come here,” he ordered, his voice smooth as velvet.
Meg’s eyes drifted towards Veronica, who stood topless before her, breathless and panting for air. Veronica’s hands were on Logan’s chest, clutching at his shirt.
Logan and Veronica were in each other’s arms, both of them studying Meg keenly. He was still gripping Meg’s wrist, applying gentle pressure on her skin.
“Come here,” he repeated.
Meg knew she had only two choices left; walk away and let him win or stay and fight for Veronica. She chose to stick around and fight for the one person who never abandoned her.
Removing his grip from her wrist, Meg walked to stand behind Veronica, her hand resting on the small of Veronica’s back. She stood between Logan and Meg, small, warm, deceptively comforting. Looking over her head, Meg’s eyes locked with Logan’s, her jaw clenched. He looked enthralled, almost amused and it only served to piss her off more. She was not going to let him win. He wasn’t going to fuck up her life again.
Pushing Veronica’s hair aside, Meg traced the curve of her shoulder, her tongue licking along the soft skin.
Logan observed them, his eyes darkening with desire. Veronica’s head lolled back, resting on Meg’s shoulder, as Meg held her protectively from behind. Meg’s hands were covering Veronica’s small breasts, inciting groans of pleasure from her as Meg stroked her nipples with her fingers.
Meg’s eyes opened and she found Logan drinking tequila straight from the bottle. His attention was fixated on Meg and Veronica and when she met his gaze, he winked.
She averted her eyes away from him, forcing Veronica to turn around to face her. Cradling Veronica’s face in her hands, Meg brushed her lips against Veronica’s. “I love you.”
Veronica gave her a tender smile, nuzzling her forehead against Meg’s as her hands curved around Meg’s waist. Meg’s tongue delved into Veronica’s mouth, teasing her and for a moment, and Meg forgot Logan was even there. Until Logan positioned himself behind her, leisurely unzipping her dress.
Meg panicked at first, realizing he was entirely too close for comfort but when Veronica ground her hips against Meg’s, she forgot her concerns. Meg reached down to unbutton Veronica’s pants, kneeling on the floor to pull them down. Her dress felt loose and Meg knew Logan was just waiting for her to stand up so he could undress her.
She stood up and quickly moved away before he could touch her again. Meg grabbed Veronica’s elbow, dragging her to the bed, leaving Logan behind; she spotted the disappointed look on Veronica’s face but chose to ignore it.
Logan chuckled, amused by Meg’s antics. However, laughter died in his throat when Veronica slowly slid Meg’s dress off, exposing her slender figure. Veronica reached behind to unsnap Meg’s bra, her fingers tracing the length of Meg’s back.
In a matter of seconds, Meg and Veronica were both naked. Veronica was the first one to lie on the bed, arching against Meg when she settled on top of her.
Meg leisurely kissed her way down Veronica’s body, pausing long enough to swirl her tongue across Veronica’s breasts. As Veronica writhed underneath her, Meg felt a bout of satisfaction, knowing Logan had nothing to do with the reaction.
Taking his time, Logan walked over to the bed and stood next to it, mesmerized with what lay in front of him.
Meg positioned herself between Veronica’s legs, her mouth moving against Veronica’s cunt. She was licking, stroking, her thumb circling her clit, all the while driving Veronica crazy with desire.
Veronica’s body arched up and Logan pressed down on her with his hand, his palm splaying across her flat stomach. Lying down next to Veronica, he stroked her nipples with the tip of his tongue, sighing with satisfaction when she reached over to unzip his pants.
Veronica tried to help, she really did, but with Meg going down on her and Logan tormenting her with tongue, it was pointless. She couldn’t have helped Logan undress if her life depended on it.
The pressure started to build inside of Veronica, all her senses engaged on what Logan and Meg were doing to her. She fisted Logan’s hair, probably hurting him but she was past the point of caring.
It took a flick of Meg’s tongue against her clit, an extra hard caress of Logan’s finger against her nipple and the dam inside her burst. She thrashed, crying out Meg’s name as the orgasm hit her in waves.
Meg knew Logan was touching Veronica, her Veronica, but right now, it was Meg’s name that escaped from her girlfriend’s throat. She was the one who made Veronica cum and that mattered more than his presence.
When she looked up at Veronica, she found her busy kissing Logan, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck, his finger rubbing the spot between Veronica’s breasts. Meg wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, refusing to let anger overtake her.
When Logan turned his head to meet Meg’s gaze, he saw the fury burning in her eyes. She looked stiff, hurt and he wanted to reach out and comfort her but knew she would never allow it. Focusing his attention back on Veronica, he continued to kiss her, teasing her.
Veronica was the one who pulled away, forcing him to look directly at her. She looked up at him with hesitation, desire and somehow the most impossible of all - love.
“Kiss her,” Veronica urged, gently touching his face.
“She won’t let me.”
“She will. She wants this. She wants you.”
“She looks like she’s ready to kill me,” Logan said with a smile, turning back to look at Meg who sat at the foot of the bed, glaring at them.
“Meg, come here,” Veronica ordered, holding out her hand.
Meg stared at Veronica, her face filled with trepidation. She knew what Veronica was going to ask her to do and the idea both thrilled and terrified her. But Veronica was the one asking and Meg couldn’t refuse her.
Meg took Veronica’s hand, moving closer to her. Veronica lay in between them, with Logan and Meg eyeing each other cautiously.
“I want you to kiss him,” Veronica stated.
“This was about you. You wanted him here; I didn’t,” Meg pointed out.
A smile played across Logan’s face and Meg’s paranoia kicked in. It seemed as if Veronica and Logan were sharing a private joke about her and it irritated the hell out of Meg.
“Scared?” Logan taunted, his fingers idly brushing Veronica’s skin.
“No,” Meg responded firmly.
“Liar.”
It was a combination of his arrogant tone, the way he had his hands all over her girlfriend and, most of all, the insolent look in his eye that made her cave. It grated on her nerves that he still assumed he understood her. Determined to prove him wrong, Meg’s lips latched onto his.
He swiftly moved closer to her, almost afraid she was going to change her mind. Moving over Veronica, Logan pushed Meg down on the mattress, spreading his body on top of her. He wanted to be soft and tender; he hadn’t kissed her in so long and he didn’t want to hurt her.
She had other plans.
Pushing herself against him, Meg’s tongue battled his own for power. She wanted him to know it wasn’t going to be easy for him; she wasn’t going to be easy for him. Her teeth tugged at his lips, causing him to bleed and he perched over her, looking down at her with irritation.
“She’s a rough one,” Veronica commented, idly watching the power struggle taking place in front of her.
Logan realized he would have to play hardball with Meg. And his job was half done since the hard part was already taken care of. Pressing himself firmly down on her, Logan crushed his mouth against hers, ruthless and determined.
Their tongues intertwined and Meg twisted beneath, an involuntary moan struggling to escape from her throat. He was anything but tender as he crawled down her body, nipping her skin, biting her. He suckled her nipples, pushing her further and further over the edge.
Meg writhed with pleasure under Logan and for a brief second, her eyes met Veronica’s. Veronica squeezed her hand, smiling down at her and Meg almost reached out to kiss her. However, everything went hazy the moment Logan circled her clit with his thumb. Her hips bucked against his mouth as he assaulted her with his tongue, stroking her clit with his fingers and tongue. He sucked, licked, bit and all the while, kept his eyes focused on her.
Veronica kissed her, swallowing all of Meg’s little screams in her mouth. Logan and Veronica were all over her, taking turns to make sure she had no control, demanding she give in to them.
Meg was at the edge, almost ready to lose it all when Logan abruptly stopped. Her eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze.
“Tell him you want him,” Veronica whispered next to her. “He’s an ass; he’s not going to finish you off until you tell him that.”
Meg looked at her confusedly, but realized Veronica was serious. There was a cocky look on Logan’s face and she instinctively knew he was going to leave her hanging if she didn’t admit it.
“You heard her,” Logan said arrogantly.
“Fuck you,” Meg bit out.
“You will. As soon as you admit you want me.”
Meg clenched her jaw, looking to Veronica for help but Veronica just shrugged her shoulders.
“You know you do.”
“Go to hell, Veronica,” Meg snapped, losing her temper.
Logan was taken back when Meg pushed him off and sat up. She pulled up her knees to her chin, her arms wrapping around herself.
“Fine. You’re the one missing out,” Logan lashed out, focusing his attention on Veronica now.
Veronica shot Meg a disappointed look.
Meg struggled to keep her tears in check as Logan kissed Veronica thoroughly, Veronica’s hands reaching down to undo his pants. It took a few seconds but Veronica managed to pull them off of him, pushing his pants and boxers out of the way.
There was nothing leisurely about the way his fingers dug into Veronica’s skin, making her cry out for him. They were all over each other, his mouth seducing her, her hands fondling him while Meg sat next to them, unable to look away.
Veronica pulled out a condom from the drawer and it took a few seconds to slip it on, his face twisting with pain when she touched his hard cock.
Logan tasted the slick salt on Veronica’s skin, felt her hips buck against him and knew she was ready for him. Perched on top of her, Logan slid inside, his face grimacing with pleasure at the tightness of her. His cock pulsed as he thrust in and out of her, making her scream his name.
She was underneath him, pleasure and pain fleeting across her face, her teeth clamped over her lower lip and Logan didn’t think he’d ever seen anything more beautiful.
“Logan!” Veronica groaned.
“I know, babe. I know,” Logan whispered, speeding up his rhythm. “Tell me you want me.”
“I do.”
“Say it.”
“I. Want. You.”
“Tell me you love me.”
She paused and he wondered if she was actually going to say it.
“I love you,” Veronica confessed.
A few years ago he would have doubted her words but now, he knew Veronica meant it. He’d wanted to hear the words and more importantly, he wanted Veronica to say them in front of Meg.
Turning his head, he looked at Meg to gauge her reaction. She looked distraught. Hurt and pain and guilt swept through him.
As he continued to move inside of Veronica, his eyes remained locked with Meg’s. Veronica noticed it and mimicked his movements, turning to look at Meg as well.
Logan pounded into her one last time and Veronica finally came, screaming his name. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted and satisfied.
Meg noted the tender way Veronica held Logan, the gentle way he swept the wet hair away from her face. And instinctively, she knew she didn’t belong here.
She told herself to get off the bed, walk away but she couldn’t leave. Not just yet. Meg didn’t know how long she sat, unmoving, ignoring Logan’s intent stare and watching Veronica doze off.
Realizing she couldn’t stay there any longer, Meg kissed Veronica’s temple softly and climbed off the bed. Taking her clothes with her, Meg went into the bathroom, refusing to cry until she was back in the privacy of her own home.
She had her dress almost zipped up when Logan walked into the bathroom, dressed only in his boxers. She quickly wiped the moisture from her face but it was too late; he’d already noticed the tears in her reflection in the mirror.
“What are you doing?” he asked, standing behind her.
“I’m leaving.”
“Why?”
She turned around to face him, hate sweeping through her face. “Why not? I’m not really needed here anyway.”
She tried to walk past him but he stood in her way, unwilling to let her go. “You’re the one making this difficult, Meg.”
“For me or you, Logan?” she demanded, her eyes brimming with tears. “I guess it must have been extremely difficult for you because I didn’t want to just roll over and let you take Veronica from me.”
“She’s not a fucking toy, Meg. We can’t just pass her back and forth between us.”
“Why are you here, Logan?” Meg implored. “Veronica and I were happy. We were doing great without you. But you couldn’t stand that, could you? You had to come back and fuck up my life.”
“If things were so good, why the hell did Veronica ask me to fuck the both of you?” Logan pointed out, his voice harsh.
“Go to hell,” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “You just had to show me up, didn’t you? You had to throw the fact she loved you in my face. You couldn’t just let that go?”
Regret washed over his face as he reached out to hold Meg. She struggled against him at first but eventually gave up, sinking into him.
“She loves you,” Logan whispered, softly rubbing her back.
“You don’t have to patronize me.”
“Don’t fucking tempt me,” he snapped but realized losing his temper wasn’t going to help the matters any. “I love you.”
Meg leaned back to look at him, scanning his face to see if he was lying. Even though he seemed sincere, she couldn’t let herself believe him. “Stop it.”
“I love you,” he repeated.
“Did you love me when you fucking left me?”
“I had to leave. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Take what? Me? I loved you and you left without a second glance. You didn’t look back once. You left me and you left Veronica-”
“And that’s when the two of you decided to hook up and forget me?” he asked, bitterly.
“She was the only one there for me. She never abandoned me.”
“I had to go. Why can’t you understand that? My life was a fucking mess and I knew I was going to drag you down with me if I stayed.”
“It doesn’t matter now anyways,” Meg bit out.
“It matters to me.”
“What do you want from me?” she implored. “All I wanted was for you to love me. But you wouldn’t. And when I finally found it with Veronica, you want to destroy it.”
“I don’t,” he insisted, cradling her face in his hands. “I… I need you, I need her. I can’t get over either one of you.”
“You mean you can’t get over her. She always knew where you were but I never did.”
“Veronica always knew because she always found me. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to hide.”
“I love her,” Meg confessed, her voice breaking. “Don’t take her away from me.”
“I don’t want to take her. I want to… fuck, I don’t know, I just… I love you both.”
“You can’t love me after not seeing me for five years. It’s impossible,” she argued.
“I’m a living, breathing example of the fucking impossible.”
She heard the sincerity behind his words, felt the truth of what he was saying and she knew, deep down, she already believed him.
“I love you,” he repeated.
She remained silent, her lips quivering.
“Veronica said you still loved me. She told me last night she still loved me.”
“Why did she call you? Why am I not enough for her?”
“It’s not about that, Meg,” Logan explained. “I love her but I need you. I don’t think I could live without you both. I think it’s the same for her. She needs us both and… I think she couldn’t keep that hidden anymore.”
“You lived without us both for five years,” she reminded him bitterly.
“And I was fucking miserable. At least the two of you had each other. I had no one.”
Pushing her against the counter, Logan leaned forward to trace the outer shell of her ear with his tongue, nipping at her earlobe. He heard the sharp intake of her breath, felt her body tremble and he smiled. “Can you tell me you don’t feel the same?”
“About what?” she whispered breathlessly, closing her eyes.
“Needing both me and Veronica; wanting the both of us. It’s better this way.”
Logan waited for her to argue, to fight him but she didn’t. Instead, she rubbed her body against his.
Realizing she couldn’t fight her feelings anymore, Meg clung to him, pressing her lips against his. This time he wasn’t harsh but soft, tender as his hands wandered down her body, clutching at her.
She sighed into his mouth when he unzipped her dress, helping her step out of it. He placed fluttery kissed all over her body, making her yearn for him. When he picked her up, she wrapped her arms around his waist, desperately needing more from him.
He walked over to the bed and somehow, Logan ended up lying next to Veronica with Meg on top of him. Her hands scanned his body, feeling every ridges of his abs, touching him all over. Her tongue was tantalizing against his skin, tormenting him with promises of more.
When she took his cock into her mouth, Logan groaned with pleasure, his hand clutching at Veronica, who was still sleeping. Meg licked him, stroked him, played with him as her mouth took him in a bit more each time.
“Fuck Meg.”
Veronica stirred next to Logan but didn’t fully wake up.
Knowing he was going to come soon, Meg abruptly stopped. She moved up, straddling him now and slowly sunk into him, his cock stretching inside of her.
“Oh God,” she groaned, her head lolling back as she set the pace for his rhythmic strokes. She bit her lip, her fingers digging into his skin as the pressure inside of her started to expand.
Logan ground his hips against hers, bucking underneath her as she continued to torment him.
He climaxed inside of her and she came a few seconds later, when his hands roughly stroked her nipple, making it pucker underneath his touch.
She collapsed on top of him, breathing rapidly against his skin as he gently rubbed her back.
“I guess you made up,” Veronica murmured sleepily, smiling at them.
Meg yawned lazily, reaching over to hold Veronica’s hand. “Come here.”
Veronica did as ordered, shifting closer to Logan. Meg ran her hands through Veronica’s hair, loving the silky texture of it. “I love you.”
“I told you this would be good,” Veronica whispered.
“Yeah, it was good.”
“And yet, no one thanks me,” Logan drawled in a lazy tone, from underneath Meg. He clasped his hands behind his head, smirking at the both of them. “I expect a few hundred bills for tonight.”
“I was going to barter sexual favors,” Veronica snarked. “But I guess that’s out.”
“$50 and a blow job. I’ll settle for that.”
“How about $20 and a hand job?”
“Do you even want to do this again?” he asked amusedly.
As Veronica and Logan bantered back and forth, Meg closed her eyes, snuggling against him. A voice in the back of her mind reminded her Logan hadn’t used a condom but she pushed the thought away, choosing to focus on the good things instead. She heard Logan’s steady heart beat, felt Veronica’s hand curl up against her and she smiled; it seemed as if things might work out after all.
The End.
I've never written anything like this before so needless to say, I'm a little hesitant. And scared. More scared than hesitant. Ugh, I' completely fucking terrified, k?
Made by the very sweet and gorgeous Misa_05.