CHAPTER: "Here"
*~LE~*
After Dick helped Logan get his luggage to the door and helped place the present inside the gated front yard, he left. Logan went over to where he kept his hide-a-key and entered the house that way. He wasn't sure if Veronica would be sleeping, so he didn't want to risk waking her. However, knowing that she hadn't come to greet him told him that she was in fact sleeping. It was a little before 7AM, she might be close to waking up. Mars Investigations opened at 9AM. He would have a couple of hours with her at most.
When he got inside his house, he noticed the alarm was on and turned it off. He closed the door gently and looked around his home. He noticed a different smell in air, one that was familiar but seemed a little distant from his memory. It was a flowery scent. He noticed paperwork along the table in the living room. He saw several of messenger bags on the floor. And he noticed a new dresser right by his bed.
He couldn't help but like the fact that his house had morphed into a home for Veronica while he had been away.
He slowly walked over to his bed and there she was, in all her glorious beauty. Her hair was a mess. Her mascara was still intact. Her lipstick was smeared. She looked perfect.
Logan took off his shoes, hat, and jacket and climbed into bed next to her. He pushed her hair back so he could see her entire face. It was exactly as he had left it. Sweet and breathtaking.
The blonde stirred a little and after a few moments, her eyes began to blink open.
He smiled at her, but didn't say a word.
She looked at him for a while, clearly not believing what she was seeing.
His smile did not fade. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he teased her.
She finally moved her lips. "You're here?"
He traced her lips with his fingers. "In the flesh."
She sat up on the bed. "You wrote me saying you were being pushed another 18 days."
"I wanted to surprise you," he said to her as he continued to absorb her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, but also wanted to just take her in.
She waited a moment, still not moving and looking at him with a look of disbelief still on her face. Then, again asked, "You're here?"
"I'm here," he said softly.
Then, before he could blink, she threw herself on top of him.
His arms welcomed her. His lips were more than ready for hers.
After about three-dozen kisses, she pulled away. She gave a happy chuckle as she looked at him. "You're here!"
He reached to wipe away the tears that were falling. "I'm here." He claimed her lips again.
"If I'm dreaming, I'm killing you," she threatened as she continued kissing him.
"If we're dreaming I'm killing whoever wakes us up," he vowed. He hugged her tightly, not ever wanting to let go.
She laughed. God, he missed that laugh. "I missed you," she whispered against his lips. A sob came out of her.
His hands went to her face and caressed her. "I missed you."
Her lips touched his hand. "Don't leave again."
"Not if I can help it," he promised.
She pulled away to look at him again, her blue eyes filled with mist. The smile on her face made him fall for her even more. He wasn't sure how she was able to do that. How was she able to make him fall in love with her over and over again just by that simple feature of hers?
He leaned forward and reclaimed her pink lips. Within seconds, their bliss turned into something more powerful. A hunger came over him. A fire within him ignited as he felt her hands starting to pull at his t-shirt.
It wasn't long before his clothes were on the floor along with the t-shirt she had been wearing.
When she was down to just her underwear, he picked her up by the ass. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso. He placed her onto the bed.
She giggled as he pushed her down. "Can't stand a woman taking control, Lieutenant?"
Logan reached behind her to unhook her bra. "You had your fun. Now it's time for mine." Once the bra was off, he took a mouthful of one of her breasts.
She moaned. And when he began to make circles around her nipple with his tongue, she let out a squeal.
He smiled at her reaction. He took a hold of her panties and yanked them off of her. The moment his fingers began to play with her bottom lips, Veronica let out a deep groan.
His fingers inside of her made her body writhe uncontrollably. She let out his name as she yanked on his hair. She was close and he knew she didn't want to cum too fast.
However, he couldn't keep himself under control either. He missed seeing her like this. He dreamed endlessly of her face when she reached ecstasy. It was one of his favorite features of hers.
Logan curled his fingers up and he began to move his thumb against her most sensitive spot.
Veronica's eyes shot open and met his.
Yeah, she was close.
Logan reached down and placed his tongue up against where his thumb was.
"Not yet," she squeaked out, begging.
He was hungry, though. There was no way of controlling it. He needed to see that face and she tasted so damn good.
Veronica's eyes began to close again and her body began to move against his mouth.
His eyes never left her face. He quickened his speed and put a bit more force into his fingers, his mouth.
And there it was. Her body was completely still for a few seconds, then began to spasm. She gasped out for air. Her breathing was heavy.
Logan gave her lower lips one final kiss and he made his way up her body.
Her eyes met his. She looked to be in complete peace. "That wasn't fair."
He chuckled and kissed her softly. "You know very well I never play fair."
She caressed his face. "Once I gain enough strength, I'm blowing your mind."
"Seeing that expressing, my mind is already blown," he assured her.
She smiled against his lips as she reached down and held him with both her hands. "Your friend begs to differ." She began to lazily stroke him.
For a few minutes, as she regained strength, she let her hands do slow work on him. Her fingers danced around him at a good pace. But after some minutes, Veronica had regained her strength. Her strokes quickened, her fingers were hungrier.
Unlike him, she took her time. He knew she liked to savor every moment.
Then, slowly, she began to kiss her way down his body. The moment her lips touched him he had to force himself to not cum right there and then.
184 goddamn days. The Navy knew no pity.
She was soft against him at first, but it didn't take long for the little bobcat he knew too well to show herself. Veronica's primal nature took over her. The look in her eyes as he stared at her told him that she was seeing him as prey. Particularly the object in her mouth, she wanted to conquer.
She needed to eat. The hunger in her could not resist.
Her head bobbed up and down, taking in as much of him into her mouth. He touched the back of her throat. She kept him there as she squeezed and released him. Not too hard to cause him pain, but enough to make him almost spill on her.
He pushed her hair out of her face. He needed to see her.
She pulled out of him completely and stroked him quickly.
"Shit," he let out. She was fucking hot like this.
She gave him a Cheshire smile. Then leaned in to give his entire length a lick.
Yeah, he couldn't hold it anymore.
She noticed this and began to suck on him once more. Her head bobbed up and down and he couldn't help but to thrust up to meet her.
A few thrusts later, he felt his release.
He tried to gather his breath as he lay there, completely drained.
Her body began to climb on top of his. He lazily threw arms around her waist.
The moment her face appeared, he leaned up and kissed her.
She giggled.
"What?" he asked as he took another breath.
She placed her legs on either side of him, straddling him. She began to rub herself against his chest.
He groaned. "You gotta give me a few minutes to recover, babe. You knocked the wind out of me."
She lowered herself. "I can't wait another minute." She sat up and continued to grind herself against him. She let out a moan of pleasure.
Looking at her face full of passion made him horny quickly.
She felt it too and let out a gasp. She looked down at him and giggled. Her grinding became more powerful.
He sat up and began kissing her.
Veronica wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was now fully erect now and he placed himself between her opening.
Veronica became still and she let out a moan.
He slowly entered her. Every inch he went inside her left him feeling as if he was between heaven and hell. Nothing on this earth could feel this perfect.
For what seemed like hours and minutes, they took their time inside each other. They went fast, then slow, then fast again, only to slow down quickly afterwards. Neither reached orgasm. They wanted to postpone it as much as possible.
But after what seemed like eternity, they reached the last bit of patience they had and quickened their pace. This time, they did not slow down.
Logan was hovering over her, entering her in a quick and steady rhythm.
She was on her back, writhing beneath him. She looked up at him; her eyes begging him for release.
He reached between them and he began to rub her as he pushed in and out.
She sat up; startled at the marvelous feeling he was giving her.
The look of passion on her face made him thrust into her more forcefully. He couldn't hold on anymore and he finally let go.
And she was quick to follow.
~*VM*~
"So the mission was a success?" asked Veronica as she ran her fingers across his head.
His hair was shorter since the last time she saw him. It looked recently trimmed.
Logan's fingers meanwhile were making circles across her back as his arms held her close. "You know I can't talk about it."
She knew this. And she wanted to be respectful and not continue asking questions about what the Navy had him do. "I know, I just…I wanna know everything I missed of those 184 days. I want to know where you went, what you did, what you saw. What was going through your head."
"You," he answered instantly before she could continue rambling. His brown eyes looked right into her as he said this. "All I could think about was you. While I was flying, eating, talking. I could only think of you."
His sweetness made her smile.
"It felt like I was on auto-pilot the entire time I was there. I was present and alert, obviously. But you were always in the background." He leaned in and pecked her nose. "I couldn't wait to come back home."
She kissed him. "It was the same for me. I threw myself into work. I took any case that came at me, because if I wasn't busy all I could do was think of you." And while she loved thinking of him, she couldn't help but the hate the pain that came with it. Pain because she wasn't sure where he was. What he was doing. If he was alive or…. She hated thinking of that latter possibility. It made her sick to her stomach.
He must have felt this. His lips touched her eyelids, nose, forehead, and cheeks. "I told you I would come back to you," he whispered in her ear.
She felt a tear coming down her cheeks. That was the second time today. In these last 6 months, she had shed no tear. She had kept herself composed the entire time. She didn't want to appear weak or vulnerable, so she sucked it up. The last time she had cried was the day he had left Neptune.
Her father and Wallace both tried to make her release her feelings; they both knew she was distressed. Every now and again when she felt most stressed, she caught them looking at her with worried expressions. It was as if they were getting ready for her to pop. Thankfully, it never came. But when she woke up to find the most wonderful surprise, she couldn't hold back anymore. She hadn't even noticed she had been crying until Logan had wiped away the tears.
He was here now. And the tears of absolute joy couldn't be held back.
Veronica looked over Logan's shoulder and noticed the clock. 7:50. She let out a groan.
"What?" he asked gently as his lips explored her face.
"I have a little over thirty minutes before I walk out that stupid door," she said pouting.
He laughed and she snuggled closer to his 190-lbs of lean muscle.
He leaned in and gave her nose a loving peck. "Well, before you leave I really have to show you something."
He got up and went to one of his drawers, taking out some gym shorts.
She frowned at him, still remaining in bed. "Where are you going?"
"Come on," he said as he threw her his Navy t-shirt he had taken off her an hour ago along with her panties.
She caught the clothes and sat up, a questioning look still on her face.
He rolled his eyes and reached out to her, pulling. "Always so untrustworthy."
She pulled on the t-shirt and panties. "So bossy," she muttered as he took a hold of her hand. "Where are you taking me?"
He didn't respond, just made his way over to the door that led outside.
"What is it?" she asked, not knowing what he was doing.
He opened the door and motioned her to exit the house.
She frowned at him as she did so. Once she was on the beach, she noticed something moving from the corner of the yard.
Date: March 23
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