Logan's hand rested for a moment on Veronica's hip before making its way across the smooth satin fabric of her dress, his arm wrapping around her waist. She paused in the darkness, allowing him to come closer, his body pressing against her back. Keeping her fingers threaded through his, she wrapped his other arm around her waist, her head dropping back to rest on his chest. The wirey bristles of his beard tickled her neck and she giggled; when his lips met the soft skin just under where her pearl necklace lay, her giggle turned to a soft moan of pleasure.

"What now?" he whispered before planting another kiss on her nape.

"Sit down on the bed."

Releasing her from his grasp, Logan walked around her and dutifully sat on the edge of the bed, his arms stretching behind him, his palms pressed to the mattress. Veronica's eyes adjusted to the darkness – the lights from the pool casting a soft glow through the windows - Logan's jacket was spread open, his white button down shirt straining slightly against his muscular chest. The thought of ripping open the shirt and ravaging him did dance through her head, but instead, she walked slowly over to him, hiked up the skirt of her dress ever so slightly and climbed up to straddle his lap.

His hand came around her waist as he sat up slightly, grasping her lower back to hold her closer. The bulge of his fly pressed against her lace underwear and she moved slightly to escape the jolt of pleasure that shot through her. Now, nose to nose, she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before retreating.

"I have some questions..." she began softly.

"Of course you do." Logan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "You wouldn't be you without some form of questioning."

He shifted back on the bed, taking Veronica with him and lay down, his hands coming up behind his head as she still sat perched above him.

"Okay. I'm comfortable now. Shoot!"

Veronica smiled down at him and placed her hands to rest on his chest. "So, tell me honestly...did your mom really 'mistake' us for a couple, or did you set that up?"

"What? You don't believe me?" Logan clutched his chest with one hand and gasped dramatically. "I saw you space out when she started going on about her misadventures in shopping – can you see how I started ignoring her when she goes on one of her tangents?"

"Okay. I get the 'tuning out' part," she said with an exasperated sigh. "But you gave her no indication about your feelings for me?"

Rolling his eyes, Logan stretched his arm back behind him. "Well, I think she could have guessed – considering that you are, in fact, all I talk about. She just made a lucky guess that you were the one I was pining for and happened to catch me with my guard down. That's it, I swear."

Veronica let out a small chuckle, dropping her forehead to his chest for a second before raising it back up to look at him once more. "What is this? What are we doing?"

Logan's eyes darted around the room before catching her gaze again. "Uhhh? Do you mean tonight or in general?"

"Both," she replied, biting her lip to keep from laughing.

"I would say, in general – considering our relationship is only –" He raised his hand to glance at a fake wristwatch before returning his hand behind his head. " – approximately 15 minute old – that we are going to date while we are still both in school before we decide how and where we will settle down. But again, not having a lot of time to consider this, that's my best answer."

"So...seeing each other on school breaks and stuff," she added. "Calls every night?"

"Yes, exactly. Kind of like being best friends, but I reserve the right to initiate phone sex now that we are dating."

Licking her lips, she quirked her eyebrow at him. "Ah yes...sex. Does that mean we are going into a strictly monogamous relationship then?"

Logan chuckled. "Well, I know we haven't actually had sex yet, but yes, I am pretty damn sure that you are the only person I want to have sex with. Ever. And as often as humanly possible...please and thank you."

Veronica rolled her tongue around her cheek, trying to keep serious about her questions, but her smile giving her playfulness away. "So does that mean the condoms in the bathroom are yours?"

"Yes, they are," he said, running his palm over his beard. "I brought them, just in case I actually had the guts to tell you how I really felt about you this year. And, like, you felt the same way."

"So, did you tell me you love me just so we would have sex?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to act serious but the twisted, silly grin on her face giving her away.

"That's exactly why I said that! How did you guess my evil motives?" Logan stroked the end of his beard with his thumb and forefinger, his eyes narrowing in an attempt to look dastardly. "Did the beard give it away?"

Veronica giggled, lowering herself down to lay on top of Logan, her forehead resting just under his chin. He kissed the top of her head gently before wrapping his arms around her once more.

"And just in case I need to say it again, we don't actually have to have sex tonight, if you don't want to rush things." Logan began stroking her hair, and Veronica let her body relax into his. "I would just be happy if the pillow wall came down for a night or two."

Letting out a contented sigh, Veronica paused. For the first time in a long time, her brain and her heart seemed to be in sync, and they were both sending her the same message.

"Logan?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me with my zipper?"

There was a pause before Logan replied, his voice deepening. "Yeah. I can."

Veronica closed her eyes, concentrating on his fingers as he moved to the top of her dress, gently grasping her hair and moving it to the side before taking the tiny pull and slowly lowering the zipper down to the bottom. She shivered as her warm skin was exposed to the air and her body began to hum with anticipation of his touch. Slowly, she rose slowly back up to her seated position, her eyes never leaving his.

Crossing her arms, she grasped her dress by the waist before pulling it off over her head, letting it fall beside her on the mattress. Catching Logan's gaze again, she watched his pupils darken at the sight of her in nothing but her black lace underwear, necklace, and heels. Leaning slightly to one side, she undid one strappy sandal, then the other, removing them and dropping them to the floor.

Logan's hands came to rest on her hips and her breath hitched as she glanced across his clothed body under her near-naked form. Reaching around under her hair, she found the clasp to her necklace.

"No," he said quietly. "Leave the pearls on."

Veronica's hand shook at the command, the hairs on her body at attention as a surge of heat rushed through her. Dropping her hands down slightly, she unhooked her bra, slipping it off her arms slowly and dropping it across Logan's body.

His tongue swept across his lips as his eyes followed her body, his hand sliding up her curves before coming to rest under her arm. Veronica held her breath as his thumb began tracing the outside of her breast, slowly moving inwards until it connected with her hard flesh. A moan of pleasure escaped as she finally exhaled, relishing the agonizingly soft touch of his fingers on her. Her hips began to move against him in a steady rhythm as he continued to brush against her hard nipples.

Quiet mewls of satisfaction were now falling from her lips and he answered them by moving his other hand to press against her lace underwear as she rolled her hips. Veronica arched her back, her sounds becoming louder as Logan continued his stimulation. The brief thought that Lynn could hear her passed through her head, before Logan slipped his finger past the lace boundary and all rational thoughts in her head quickly fell away.

His thumb now securely tucked against her soft, wet clit, Veronica began moving her hips faster, seeking gratification. Her focus adjusted to Logan's face – his eyes now deep and serious as he concentrated on her body. Giving her a quick nod, he released her, sitting up in one swift motion and wrapping his arms around her, his lips now pressed against hers in a passionate kiss. Releasing his lips, she squealed as he clung to her body, turning them over and letting her down onto the mattress safely. Before her brain had time to adjust to the new position, his head ducked down between her legs, removing her underwear with ease before pressing his lips to her again.

The prickles of his beard against her soft mound sent a shock of pain mixed with pleasure through her, but when the tip of his tongue connected with her swollen clit, the rush of desire cancelled out any other feelings. Looking down at him pressed intimately between her thighs, she recalled her original thought of him in this position and smiled. Catching his gaze once more, his eyes sparkled back at her.

Veronica dropped her head back on the bed, concentrating now on only the pleasure he was giving to her. Her fingers threaded through his hair as her hips bucked; her voice now filled the room with deep moans and her body began to tense, knowing the end would be near. As if sensing her needs, Logan slowly slipped two fingers inside of her and she let out a frenzied wail as he began to stimulate her from deep inside. Every muscle in her body contracted, then released, sending out a torrent of pulsating vibrations through every part of her.

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the waves of orgasm that continued well after Logan released himself from her. She felt the bed shift and opened her eyes again to see him on all fours, hovering just above her, a wide grin across his face. Reaching her head up to his, she kissed him, holding their lips together long enough that she caught the musky smell of herself lingering in his beard. When she finally dropped her head back down, releasing him from their kiss, she let her hand linger on his cheek and smiled.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she teased.

Logan chuckled before rolling himself to the side of the bed, then off. He stood by her for a moment before holding up his index finger. "Just a sec."

Dashing over to the bathroom, he disappeared for a second, emerging with the box of condoms. He dropped them on the side table before stepping back slightly, toeing off his shoes and kicking them under the bed.

"Strip for me, boy." Veronica rolled on her side, her hand bracing her head, and wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"Your wish is my command," he teased before grasping the lapels of his jacket and pulling it off in an exaggerated gesture. Swinging it from side to side, he let go and it landed across a nearby chair.

Veronica squealed with laughter as he began swinging his hips to some imaginary music, slowly undoing the cuffs of his sleeves before moving to unbutton the front of his shirt, pulling it off and tossing it over his suit jacket. Turning back to her, he paused, his hands on his hips, a smirk twisted up at the corner of his lips.

"Shall I go further?"

Her eyes scanned his muscular chest, following the small valley that ran from his neck all the way down to his navel. The shadows from the low light seemed to accentuate every ripple of muscle under his skin, and she shivered slightly when she got to the small trail of dark hair that appeared just above his belt.

"Come here and lay with me," she whispered, offering her hand to him.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed before taking her hand in his and stretching himself out next to her naked body. Moving her body closer, she kissed him gently, letting her lips linger for a few moments before pulling back. He reached out, kissing her forehead before returning to her lips for more. For a time they lay there, brushing delicate lips to lips, each time staying together a bit longer before making another pass. Veronica's fingers trailed down Logan's chest, landing on his belt and pausing. He released her; pressing his forehead to hers a she slowly pulled his belt through the buckle, the sound of metal on metal echoing in the quiet room as she loosened it. When she slipped her fingers over his waistband to undo the button, his breath hitched; as she slowly drew his zipper down, a little moan escaped as his breathing returned. Sliding her hand through the opening in his pants, she cupped her palm around the bulging fabric underneath and he swelled in her grasp. She stayed like that for a minute, stroking her hand back and forth, enjoying the small sounds of pleasure that came from the back of his throat. He strained at the fabric between them and she finally took pity on him, moving her hand up past the waistband of his underwear and grasping him, skin to skin. She stroked him gently, watching his face contort with pleasure under her control, becoming slick against her palm. She imagined the sticky, salty taste of him on her tongue and a craving swelled in her belly.

Before she could do anything, he moved away, forcing her to release him as he slid off the bed, quickly shedding the rest of his clothes, presenting his nakedness in full view to her. As he stretched to grab the box of condoms, Veronica spun on her stomach towards him, wrapping her lips around him, sucking him, hard to the back of her throat. He swore – his voice loud and thick – as she began moving back and forth on him, satisfying her own appetite for him. Logan's hand rested on the back of her head, as deep guttural moans came from his throat. Rising on all fours, Veronica rocked back and forth with an agonizingly slow pace, keeping him hard in her mouth, but holding back so he wouldn't come. When she noticed his legs begin to shake, she moved off of him, sitting back on her heels, a satisfied smirk on her face. Logan was breathing hard, his skin flushed a deep red, and it took him a second to recover before lifting the condom wrapper up to his teeth, ripping open the package.

Veronica held out her hand and after a brief hesitation, he handed her the condom. Shimmying herself closer, she placed the condom on him, rolling it easily over his taut skin. For a moment she held him in her hand, her eyes connecting with his.

Reaching around her head, he wove his fingers through her hair, cradling her in his palm. "I love you."

"I love you," she replied, her voice catching slightly as her emotions began to bubble in her chest.

Logan caught her upper lip between his briefly; Veronica closed her eyes as he continued to tease her – kissing her gently back and forth before releasing – until she couldn't take much more. Wrapping her arms around his head, she caught him as his lips passed hers, pressing against him, deepening their contact. Logan's hand came between them, coming to rest on her breast, the pad of his thumb brushing against her hard nipple. Deep moan of need echoed between them as they continued their connection. The mattress shifted as he brought his knee up and Veronica began to lower herself down, taking Logan along with her.

The weight of his body – sticky with perspiration - pressing her deep into the bed made her feel like they were one entity, fused together with the heat of their skin. Bringing her legs up around his, she hooked herself over his thighs, her body now spread, and waiting for him.

When he finally released her from their kiss, Logan pressed his forehead to hers, looking deep into her eyes. The both let out a gasp as he slipped inside her, followed by a moan of gratification. Slowly, he worked himself deeper inside of her and Veronica thought for a moment that there was no end to him. Pausing, she watched his face as it contorted, his eyes closed, fighting to keep control of his body. Her hand came up to caress his soft beard and he opened his eyes, a dazzling smile on his lips. It was her that finally broke their pause, rolling her hips underneath him as he moaned and swore at the friction.

Slowly, the moved together, rocking gently as pleasure covered every part of Veronica; all her senses focused on the exquisite waves of endorphins that washed over her.

"Come with me, Veronica," Logan whispered, his voice gravelly and strained.

Unhooking her legs, she slipped them back under him, closing them tightly, trapping him inside her. Logan swore loudly as she tightened her opening, her clit now positioned to rub against him. When he continued his thrusts, she cried out as the stimulation overwhelmed her, the sounds of their lovemaking now filling the room.

Veronica clung to Logan's shoulders, an unearthly wail rising from her chest as her orgasm consumed her in a flash of white hot light behind her eyelids. His body tensed, then suddenly relaxed as she felt him pulse inside of her, his breathing ragged and heavy above her. For the briefest minute, as they lingered together, it was as if there was no one else on earth. There was no past. There was no future. All that mattered was her and Logan in the present. Her body relaxing, she released him and he kissed her tenderly before rolling onto his side on the bed.

"I'll be back," he whispered before standing and quickly escaping to the bathroom, Veronica following his naked form before he disappeared.

A chill covered her warm body with goose bumps and she shimmied under the duvet to warm up, tossing one side open in invitation to Logan when he returned. As second later, he returned, jogging around the bed and sliding quickly under the covers to join her. Veronica squealed as his cold, naked body made contact with hers, wrapping his arms around her, drawing her close to him. He kissed her forehead and she let out a contented sigh, resting her head in the crook of his shoulder.

"What now?" she asked, stifling a yawn that followed her question.

"Now? Now we sleep," Logan replied quietly. "We sleep the best sleep of our lives."

Veronica yawned again, one hand stretching across his waist and coming to rest on his firm buttocks. "And later?"

"Later?" Logan chuckled. "We wake up and make love again. And again. And again."

Kissing his pecs, Veronica licked the salty sweat from her lips and smiled. "I like that plan."

Logan squeezed her tightly before relaxing again. "But first, sleep."

"But first, sleep."