I mainly wrote this story to satisfy my own curiosity and then my best friend talked me into posting it. It's my first ever fanfic so go easy on me. Any and all mistakes are my own. These characters aren't mine, but I couldn't resist taking them for a ride...especially Logan Echolls. Anyway, enjoy.

Veronica is extremely thankful that her dad is currently out of town working a case. In fact, she's a little suspicious that he scheduled this trip precisely when Logan was returning from his six-month tour with the Navy. Her dad, of course, denies any such schemes, but she's thankful nonetheless. She and Logan are currently on their way back to her place for some much needed alone time. She can't help but admire his chiseled features as he concentrates on the road. Veronica giggles to herself as a plan begins to form in her mind. She reaches over and ever so gently begins to trace hearts up and down his thigh. His eyes flick over to hers for a brief moment before focusing on driving again.

"Finger hearts, really Veronica?" He says in his usual dry tone.

"What? I thought you liked those." She responds, too innocently.

"Only when they're your fingers." She notices that his eyes darken just a little as he says it and she takes that as permission to continue. Veronica slowly runs her fingers up his leg, beginning at his knee and Logan begins to shift uncomfortably in his seat the closer she gets to his hip. On her next pass up his leg, she slips her hand toward the inside of his thigh and gently squeezes as she very carefully moves higher. By the time she reaches his mid-thigh Logan groans and puts his hand over hers.

"I have had six months to think about all of the ways I want you when I finally got back here and not one of them involved me taking you in the back of my BMW." Veronica quirks an eyebrow and he chuckles. "Alright there were one or two, if we're being totally honest. But that's not the point. The point is, I have waited six very long months to make love to you, and call me old-fashioned, but I really wanted that to be in a proper bed. You and your finger hearts are going to ruin those plans if you keep it up."

Veronica leans back in her seat with a huff and he laughs a little at her obvious frustration.

"Don't worry, sugarpuss. We'll be home before you know it and then you can draw all the finger hearts that you want."

"Oh I have more on my mind than that, Logan," Veronica purrs and she grins as the car suddenly picks up speed.

They're barely inside her front door before Logan attaches his mouth to hers. The only reason the front door wasn't left wide open was because he pushed her up against it as his lips trailed down her neck.

"God, Logan, I've missed you so much." She whimpers as he gently sucks on her pulse point. Logan pushes his hips against hers making sure she can feel his rapidly hardening length.

"Mmm the feeling is mutual," he murmurs, picking her up so she can wrap her legs around his hips as he carries her in the general direction of her bedroom. He stops to press her into one of the columns on the way to her room and pulls away from her lips for a moment to admire how breathless and utterly turned on she is right now. Her impatient whimper pulls him out of his reverie and he lowers his mouth to ravish her neck. Her fingers have tangled themselves into his hair and he groans as they tug with just the right amount of pressure. Veronica's fingers begin to fumble with the buttons of his dress whites and she only manages to get one undone before groaning in frustration.

"You and your effity white uniform," she mumbles against his lips, "too many damn buttons." She feels rather than hears his answering chuckle.

"Patience, bobcat. All in due time."

Pushing away from the column and readjusting Veronica in his arms, he resumes their journey to the bedroom. Upon reaching her room, he gently places her on the edge of the bed before standing before her, letting her fully appreciate him in his uniform. Slowly he reaches up and unbuttons his shirt. The more skin he exposes, the more Veronica looks like she wants to eat him alive. Once the shirt is gone, he makes quick work of his pants, leaving him standing before her in nothing but a pair of boxers that leaves nothing to the imagination. Veronica reaches out and places her hands on his hips to pull him closer to her. She hooks her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and slips them down his legs, licking her lips hungrily at the sight of him fully exposed before her. He gasps as she places a tender kiss on the tip of him before flicking her tongue against him. She runs her tongue along the length of him and slides the very tip into her mouth and sucks gently. He groans and pushes his hands into her hair, just barely resisting the urge to push further into her mouth. She pulls back to give him a knowing smirk.

"Anxious are we? Patience, bobcat," she grins, and he gets just a little more turned on knowing she's using his own words against him. She lowers her head back to his waiting cock and slowly takes the entire length of him into her mouth. She feels his hands tighten around her hair and his hips buck instinctively towards her mouth. He makes an effort to still his hips and enjoy the sensations she's creating. She hums around his length and he can't help thrusting into her a couple of times and he swears he sees her grin.

"Fuck, Veronica" Logan groans, using his grip in her hair to pull her away from him. "I'm not going to be able to last much longer if you keep doing that." He pulls her up so she's kneeling on the bed, eye level with him and kisses her gently. "You're wearing too many clothes." He mumbles against her lips, his hands move to her hips before sliding them underneath her t shirt and giving her waist a soft squeeze. She sighs against his lips at the feel of his hands against the bare skin of her back as he slips her shirt off completely. His hands return to her hips where they begin toying with the button on her shorts. He flicks the button open and lowers the zipper excruciatingly slowly, wanting to tease her a little before helping her carefully step out of the shorts. He holds her at arms length, taking a moment to reverently admire the sight of her in her matching lace bra and panties.

"Logan, I need you," She whispers and he immediately wraps his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. His hands are light and teasing against her back as he unhooks her bra and lowers her gently to the bed. His lips find hers again and she runs her hands up and down his back and arms, stopping every now and then to squeeze his well-toned biceps. He trails his lips along her neck and down her chest to suck gently on one breast while his hand comes up to knead the other. Veronica is whimpering above him and he pulls his head away momentarily to look at her.

"Need something, Ronnie?" He asks teasingly.

"You. Always you" She responds, more than a little breathless.

"Hmm, I'm not quite sure that you're ready for me yet. Let me check" He says with naughty mischief in his eyes. He trails his fingers down her body before moving her panties to the side and sliding two fingers into her. She groans loudly at the intimate contact and her back arches up off the bed and his eyes glaze over while he slowly moves his fingers in and out of her.

"You're so wet for me," he says as his fingers pick up speed. His thumb comes up to brush against her clit, and he can feel her tighten around him. He captures her lips again while his fingers continue to push her towards her release. She is writhing beneath his touch and he can feel just how close she is so he moves his mouth to her ear and begins to nibble on the lobe.

"Let go, Veronica. I've got you. Cum for me baby," he whispers, and with a loud groan, she comes apart around his fingers. He peppers gentle kisses over her cheeks, her forehead, and her nose as she comes down from her high. She sighs contentedly and captures Logan's lips with her own, kissing him deeply, and rolling him onto his back where she straddles his hips. She fixes him with a hungry stare, sending a shiver down his spine as she aligns his cock with her entrance. He rises up to meet her as she sinks down on him and they both sigh in satisfaction.

"God, Veronica, you're so tight. You have no idea how much I've missed you." He breathes, thrusting even harder into her.

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea, sailor," She responds with a wink and he chuckles. His hands find her ass and give it a good squeeze causing her to roll her hips in such a delicious way that he thrusts a little faster. Encouraged by his reaction, she rolls her hips again and is surprised when he groans and rolls them so that he's now hovering over her. He keeps his hips still, to Veronica's dismay, and gazes down at her.

"What do you want Veronica?"

"You, Logan. All of you."

"Specifically. What do you want, specifically," he asks, slowly pulling himself out of her, causing her to whimper slightly.

"Fuck me, Logan. Make me scream your name," She whispers.

"Hmm I was hoping you were going to say 'rattle my headboard like a sailor on leave,' but that works too," he replies, slamming his cock back into her. The harder he thrusts, the more Veronica tightens around him and the louder she gets. He can feel himself getting close to the edge, but he needs her to get there first so he slips his hand between them and gently massages her clit.

"Logan!" She cries out and gets impossibly tighter and wetter around him. He grunts with each thrust as he finds his own release and spills into her with a low groan. He doesn't move off her right away, instead he puts his head on her chest to listen to her heartbeat as she lightly runs her fingers through his hair.

"I love you, Veronica." He says simply and places a light kiss to her flushed skin. She pulls his face up to hers and places a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I love you too Logan."

He rolls off her then, pulling her into his arms so she can rest her head on his shoulder. She absentmindedly starts tracing hearts on his bare chest and he captures her finger, bringing it up to his lips to give it a quick kiss before tangling their fingers together.

"So…how was that for showing you some effing courtesy?" He asks, his boyish grin playing on his lips.

"Woof."