A/N – And back to the "M". The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that.

Chapter 4

She suddenly wanted to go home.

Veronica pulled her black Nissan Altima into the spot next to Logan's Jeep. She rolled her eyes at its obnoxious size and color, but at the same time was comforted. Logan is home, at my home…at our home? She paused with her hand on the door of the car. Where is home now? Veronica took a deep breath and tried to school her breathing.

The smell of chicken and spices filled the air as she opened the door to the condo. She smiled, pausing at the threshold to take another deep breath, this time revealing in the aroma rather than quieting nerves. Chet jumped off the sofa and moved to greet her at the door. The dog's stubby tail was wagging in excitement at her return. Veronica closed the door and locked it behind her before kneeling to rub Chet's head and hug the big dog.

Logan heard the door open, but Chet was quiet. He assumed it was Veronica, and turned down the heat on the soup. Looking at the kitchen timer, he smiles, she couldn't have planned her arrival more perfectly. He pulled the biscuits out of the oven and set them on a rack to cool. It was still quiet in the condo, he looked up and realized she still hadn't joined him in the kitchen. Moving to the doorway, he paused and just watched.

His wife was sitting cross legged on the floor, her hands protecting her face, as Chet covered her with slobbery dog kisses. Veronica was laughing, her tiny form shaking from the dog's onslaught. Chet took mercy on her and laid down, rolling over she gave Veronica her belly, which Veronica started rubbing in a gentle, yet vigorous fashion. Chet's back leg kicked in obvious pleasure. Logan's smile was one of pure joy. This could be my life…no, this is my life!

Veronica looked up into Logan's brown eyes staring down at her. His smile radiating warmth and happiness. Why was I scared to come back here? She rose to hug him. He lifted her easily in his arms and kissed her, softly at first. The kiss grew in intensity, as he lips twisted against hers, urging her mouth to open. She willingly complied, darting her tongue into his mouth, urging him to explore her mouth as well.

He spun her away from the door, walking her in the direction of the bedroom. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling her closer to him. Logan pressed her against the wall, and she felt his hardness pressing into her through their jeans. She let out a soft moan, and he captured her lips in his again. He started a slow grind against her, with her back still braced against the wall. Veronica whimpered against him, ready to take things further.

Logan pulled slightly away, his chest heaving to catch a breath. His eyes twinkled, "Welcome home wife!"

Veronica let her feet touch the ground, "Hello, husband." She was overcome with an inexplicable bout of shyness. Her body language changed, and Logan sensed her unease.

He winked, "I am a sure thing." Veronica couldn't help it, she laughed, and soon he joined in. Leaning forward, Logan placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "I also need to stir dinner, why don't you get cleaned up, and I will feed you."

Veronica beamed. "Brilliant plan!" Entering the bedroom she kicked off her shoes, and shed the gun belt. After locking her Glock in the gun safe, next to her new derringer, Veronica took the pins out of her hair. She looked in the mirror and wasn't to displeased by the soft waves now framing her face. She continued to stare at herself. Do I go out naked and continue what we started? Do I do what I would normally do and put on my pajamas? Hmm, does that signal that the honeymoon is over in just 24-hours? She settled for slipping out of her bra, letting her small breasts bounce free inside her soft sweater. There are times I am grateful to be just a handful.

Logan was setting her small dining table with her Fiestaware, the colorful dishes bright against the white table cloth, when she emerged. She smiled at his obvious domesticity, and marveled that he had found a table cloth, she wasn't sure she owned one. She pulled out candle holders, doing her part to add to the ambiance of their first home cooked meal as a married couple. He smiled back at her.

They ate the chicken soup and biscuits in a comfortable near silence. Both of them avoided hard topics: how Veronica's day went; what happens next for them. Instead, Veronica moaned her pleasure in the soup, and took her time buttering her biscuits. Logan ate slowly, enjoying just watching her. It was always a marvel to him how much she could pack away. He also noticed the bounce of her breasts, and how her nipples would harden and go soft against the fabric of her sweater. His arousal from earlier returning.

"Say wife, what do you say to going back to the bedroom and working on some of your promises? Maybe the first one in particular?" He waggled his eyebrows enticingly at her.

Veronica laughed, making a show of thinking about his suggestion. She bit into another biscuit, moaning as she delighted in the melted honey butter, her tongue snaking out to catch a stray drop. He groaned in frustration. "You know, it seems to me, I have made good on all my promises….in fact, not only did I say yes, I actually got married yesterday. But," at this Veronica made a big show of looking around, "I still don't see my pony."

Logan grinned, "Close your eyes." Veronica laughed but obeyed. She felt Logan's presence move behind her, his body warmth changing the air currents around her, his smell filling her nostrils. She took a deep breath, enjoying his nearness.

Logan couldn't resist watching her for a moment. She was so beautiful as she sat with her eyes closed, almost bouncing in anticipation for a surprise. He stepped out of the room and retrieved a small item from the front closet, and his tablet from the coffee table. Entering the dining room he stood behind her, leaning over her to place the present in front of her. He kissed her neck as he straightened back up and was rewarded with a soft moan. Logan whispered into her ear, "Okay, you can look now."

Veronica opened her eyes, and on her place mat was a porcelain horse figurine. A dappled gray with white felt locks, the coloring was reminiscent of a stormy sea. Veronica picked it up carefully, examining its delicate shape. "It's beautiful."

Logan reach over her again, and placed the tablet in front of Veronica. She picked it up and looked at the screen. Arabian Sands Stables – Lessons, Boarding, Sales. Logan had stayed positioned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "So, I have arranged for us both to take lessons. We will have the opportunity to get to know the horses they have for sale, and if you don't like them, they have a broker we can work with to pick out the perfect pony."

Veronica was quiet. She sat the tablet down and just looked at the porcelain figurine. Logan felt his nerves start to kick in, was the pony more of a bit, then an actual thing she wanted? Did I go too far? Wrong time? He pulled her chair to the side and kneeled beside it. There were tears sparkling in her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her softly. "Don't cry, please Veronica…"

She interrupted him. "Logan, it's just…you got me a pony."

"Well, technically, not yet…just a good faith showing that I am working on my promise…" Logan flushed, relieved that the tears seemed to be happy ones.

She leaned forward and kissed him again, this time with a hard urgency. Her lips twisted against his, and she nibbled his lower lip until he opened his mouth to her. He let her take the lead, and was left breathless by the time she pulled away. "Come on, I want to work on my promise to you." She took him by the hand and went into the bedroom.

Veronica pushed him onto the bed, standing near his feet. She pulled her sweater off in a swift motion, baring her perfect breasts to his view. Her pink nipples were hard, and he ached to touch her. Veronica unzipped her jeans and wiggled. Now she was in nothing but a pair of purple boy shorts. He groaned, his discomfort evident and straining against his pants. She smirked and climbed on to the bed straddling him.

She paused in her climb to unbutton his jeans and tug down the zipper, offering him some release, before wiggling up to sit on his chest. Veronica guided his hands to her breasts, and let him squeeze and caress their fullness. When he reached the nipples he pinched and rolled them between his fingers, delighted with her moan of pleasure. She rocked against his chest and he could feel her heat.

He let his hands go to her waist, and in an impressive show of strength lifted her from his chest and settled her higher up. She gasped as his hot breath tickled her lips. He pulled her panties to the side, and let his tongue snake down her slit. Dipping it further in, he tasted her. She pushed down encouraging his exploration, and he set to it with a vigor. Moving a hand up, he slid two fingers home as he sucked and kissed her into release.

She rolled off him, trembling as she came down. Logan rolled to his side, and wrapped his arms around her, slowly stroking her side, her breast, her ass, keeping her on the knife's edge. Not bothering to completely undress, Logan finished the roll and was on his knees above her. He pulled himself free from his restraint, and stroked his member into full hardness while looking down at Veronica's trembling form. Her golden hair was strewn wantonly about her head, her eyes half lidded, but staring at him with lust, her lips swollen, her core glistening. He lowered himself slowly, pushing into her. They moaned at the sweet fulfilment of it. "Veronica, I love you." Logan gasped as he continued a slow torment of them both, controlled thrusts teasing at the release they both sought.

Veronica arched her hips to meet him. He speed up his pace, bringing them closer. "I love you…" Veronica gasped as she crested again, "Looooogan!"

Afterward, Logan striped down to his boxer, and Veronica had added his t-shirt and they cuddled together in bed. Logan kissed her forehead, "Ready to talk about your afternoon?"

Veronica sighed, hiding her head in his shoulder. "Actually, it wasn't as bad as it could have been." She pulled back to watch him as she spoke. "IA kept us there forever, but he was running it by the book. I almost felt like he had memorized the chain of events he wanted to report on, and if I gave the expected answers it was going to be ok." She frowned, "actually, I have been through IA reviews before, they are pretty common when a perp has been taken down. This one was strange, it was too by the book, if that makes any sense."

Logan nodded, shifting his head slightly off the pillow. "Yeah, I get that, there is regulation and then there is practice, they don't really converge when it comes to disciplinary matters on the ship either. You going to push it and figure out why, or try to let it go?"

She grinned, he still knew her well. "I don't know, I was told to report to my section chief tomorrow morning. I suspect that I am going to be suspended until the "official close" of the investigation and a psych eval." She used finger quotes to emphasis her words. "But maybe Harrington will let something slip, and I will get with Jay at lunch to compare notes. Also, CW was oddly specific about having planned on being in town this week, and wanting to see me on Wednesday. Of course, that was before the shooting, so maybe that has changed. But I think he is up to something."

Logan pulled her in tighter as he felt her tremble when she mentioned the shooting. "Veronica, it isn't your fault. Last night, you did what you had too." He kissed her forehead. "You did what you were trained too."

She nodded against him. Her voice barely a whisper, "I know, but it is still hard. How was I so blind for so long? Couldn't I have handled it better?" Her trembling increased, as more of the shock from last night's violence settled in. Logan pulled the blanket around them both, settling her snuggly in his arms. He murmured sweet nothings into her hair, knowing nothing could be said to fix it tonight. He just let her know how loved she was, as sleep reached to take her.