Journal Entry #1

Just how many times can one have sex in a two week time period? We weren't sure but we were fucking dedicated to finding out. Pun absolutely intended.

Our blissful reunion began the same day that the newscasters announced that Logan had been cleared of all suspicion in Carrie's death. I'd woken up from where I'd been curled into the arm chair by dad's bed to find him finally awake and actually looking at me with pride. Something in his expression, even though he still couldn't really speak, told me that he would understand my decision to stay in Neptune better than he had previously let on. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from urging me to leave again. I'm not that naive. To my pops, trying to get me to hightail it out of Neptune and never come back was as obligatory as breathing. Problem was, Neptune is in my blood. Being that pesky petite blonde who gets under everyone's skin is almost the dictionary definition of who I am.

But enough of that. When I saw that dad was awake, I rose quickly to stand by his bedside. I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. I was so relieved when he returned it, even as weak as it was. He quickly began motioning for something to write with so we could talk and I rapidly obliged with a dry erase board I'd already had at the ready. He, of course, first wanted to know what exactly had happened. He remembered meeting with Sacks in his little Honda and he recalled the deputy getting spooked but after that, everything was blank.

I filled him in on the utility truck that smashed into them not once but twice and how, if Logan hadn't gotten him out of the car before it came back for that second pass, he would have been dead. I omitted the part where I watched as Logan pulled him from the car and saw my life flash before my eyes as the truck bore down on them, making me think I might lose them both forever. He must have seen it in my eyes, though, cause he told me to go home. No, more than that. He sent me to find Logan, to thank him for saving his life.

And whoa, baby, did I ever find him! In fact, he was actually waiting for me at the nurse's station because he's apparently psychic and knew I'd need a ride. *ahem* Yes, again, pun fully intended. Even better, he was back in his dress whites after having met with JAG for the final time. Seriously, though, the only thing better than Logan in uniform is Logan in nothing at all. But I'll get to that in a minute. First, I took him back to dad's room and let him check on the old man in person. It was awkward, sure. It always was. But in spite of how wary I could tell that dad still was, he also acted genuinely grateful and at least slightly interested in the fact that Logan had beat a murder rap yet again.

When he spoke of the case, his freedom, and me, Logan's eyes lit up and what amounted to a half-smirk and half-smile curled the corners of his lips upward. The sight of it caused my heart to skip a beat, my eyes to go soft, and a smile to spread involuntarily across my features. I almost hoped that neither of the men in my life would notice but inevitably, they both did. Dad's silent response was a sigh of resignation while Logan's was an intensely hungry look that made me want to squirm. I caught my breath just before I let out an audible gasp and secretly started calculating whether we'd make it farther than the closet janitor's closet before we ripped each other's clothes off. Again.

He must have been able to read the thoughts that were swirling in my head because he was suddenly clearing his throat and excusing himself. I bit my lower lip and looked guiltily at my dad before I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and scurried after my long lost love. I didn't see him at first and I was about to start to panic but then an arm was reaching out and I was being dragged into what turned out to be a hospital staff bathroom. I let out a laugh as he locked the door and twirled me around, lifting me till I was settled on the edge of the sink.

"Deja vu?" I quipped with a smirk.

His dark eyes twinkled as they bore into mine. He gave a single nod and fought back his smile as he said, "Older and wiser but yeah, I figured why not."

I caressed his jawline, my eyes wide with amazement as I repeated a fairly infamous line from our past, "What are we doing?"

A full-fledged grin broke out on his chiseled features as he gave me his line, "I have no idea."

Next thing I knew, his mouth was hot and heavy on mine. I could taste the soda he'd had with his lunch and the minty spritz of the listerine strips he'd used to try to fend off the after-taste of what I could only assume was a burger or sandwich. He pulled me close and I pulled him closer. It felt like we were trying to find a way to fit our full bodies completely inside each other. My breasts were crushed and throbbing against his chest. A certain hardness of his was pulsing insistently as it ground against my groin.

I gasped and pulled back, reaching for his waist, my eyes bright and lust-filled as I breathed with ragged haste, "Off, Lieutenant. Get them off NOW."

With his own tremulous breath and shaky laugh, he stepped back while I planted my hands on the sink to either side of me, my legs dangling carelessly as I wet my lips and watched him with a look that said I knew we'd soon both be begging for mercy. It was comical to watch the great and mighty Logan Echolls fumble a bit in his effort to drop his drawers but it was oh so worth it when he did.

Of course, that meant it was my turn to scoot and adjust and shimmy my way free from the jeans I'd been wearing. When he approached me again, his eyes lit with amusement and approval, he suggested the exact thing that had just been on my mind.

"Might want to consider wearing things that allow for easier access the next two weeks, Ms. Mars," he teased, "Would definitely make these things go a lot more smoothly the next time around."

"Next time around?" I asked with a single eye brow raised as my arms wrapped back around him and he settled himself between my legs.

He nodded and kissed my chin, my nose, my cheeks. His hot breath tickled my earlobe and sent a shiver down my spine as he whispered his confident affirmation, "Next time."

I couldn't take it anymore. I reached for him, aligning our bodies, positioning him just right. As I began to grind against him, pressing him inside me just a little at a time, I caught his mouth with mine and kissed him so soundly that we both forgot our names. By the time we both broke away to catch our breath, his full length and breadth were filling me, spreading me wide. Our eyes locked and held as his hips slowly began to move. Instinctively, my body moved to mirror him. I studied his face and he studied mine. Each gasp, each whimper, each moan, we took the time to memorize.

This, this slowness, this stillness between us was something new. The openness of emotion, the absence of fear, the ability to trust. It was as if all these key elements that we'd been missing all those years ago had, with the passage of time, simply fallen into place. Insecurities were lost, pretenses dropped, and all that was left was our love.

Our lips touched and teased at random but mostly we held each other, smiled hazily, and reveled in being together like this as the pressure grew between us.

A thought, clear as day, occurred to me while our eyes held each other and our bodies continued to move. On the heels of a gasp and a needy tremble, I opened my mouth to say, "I love you." It was out and between us and took a moment for him to comprehend. When he realized what I'd said, the look of shock on his face made me laugh. I took his face in my hands and kissed him reassuringly, my hips rolling deliberately with each gentle nip from my mouth. He still seemed stunned and almost pained until I said it again. This time, I made sure to speak clearly and exude the confidence I felt.

"I love you, goddamit. Do you hear me? Logan 'fucking' Echolls, this is Veronica 'stubborn as hell' Mars admitting out loud that she loves the hell out of you. And don't you forget it!"

Now it was his turn to laugh and he drew me closer once more, kissing me senseless as he began to move inside me now with purpose, each thrust harder, more pointed than the last. By the time I came, I was fairly clawing at him and crying out his name. When he knew that I'd been satisfied, he finished himself with three final thrusts. Each was punctuated with a single word groaned against my ear: "I...love...you."

His words and his motions were enough to cause me to come again as he lost himself in me and I in him. We collapsed in each other's arms, pressing heavily against the sink and the mirror behind. Quietly, he slipped out of me, even as his mouth peppered my face with kisses. Still catching his breath, he looked to me with a grin and brushed a sweaty tendril of blonde hair behind my ear.

"We need to talk about his," he said decidedly, his words belying that he was still out of breath.

I nodded and couldn't help but smile in return, my only verbal response a simple, "Not here. We'll talk when we get home."

He silently agreed and we both carefully put ourselves back together, sneaking sly glances at each other every few heartbeats. When we were both dressed and leaving the staff bathroom became inevitable, he took my hand and I let him lead me out.

There was so much to say. So much to do. So much time to make up for.

'This,' I thought, 'was simply session number one.'