Veronica felt Logan bite gently into her shoulder as she lay on her stomach propped over a pillow on his bed, she tucked her arm up behind her and ran her fingers through his hair, she couldn't touch much of him from this position, he lay on top of her, towering behind her, one hand cupping her breast, the other was playing with her, rubbing her clitoris as he thrust into her, he felt so much larger in this position, which she hadn't thought would be possible. She moaned again as he increased the hip thrusting motion in time with her movements against his palm.
"Oh God Veronica…" he gasped as he felt her start to spasm around him, he curl his free hand away from her breast to lock fingers with her, hugging her closer to him. "Again?" he rasped playfully as she tried to look over her shoulder at him, nodding wordlessly, sweat between their bodies as her blond hair fell against the mattress the need for her to touch him was driving her wild, she couldn't curl herself around him, couldn't devour him with her kisses or taste him from here. She was completely at his mercy, but he was careful with her, took his time pleasuring her as he took leisurely deep thrusts. She had been teasing him with her hands while he was curled up spooning her for almost 40 minutes before he decided it was time to relent and give her what she wanted. The woman was insatiable, filthy minded and he loved every second of it.
Arching her back more he was able to get greater the depth and he relished the sight of her pinned beneath him moaning softly, the smell of her skin, she was so wet and eager. Damn she aroused him, even the trust implied when she let him take her like this made him feel deeply connected to her. He marvelled at how different things had been a month earlier, he thought she would never speak to him again. He loved this position, nestled between her milky thighs, her body pulled against him, the heat of her surrounding him, being with her was a natural high and it was addictive.
He knew even after all the sex they were having this morning, he would be replaying the feel of her over and over and he would be hot and horny by the time he saw her later. She grasped their intertwined fingers and pulled his hand closer to her face and kissed his knuckle's. He kissed the back of her neck, the sensations of her clenching him, gripping him, warm, wet and smooth, clamping down on him as he felt her quivering beneath him, lost in bliss. He felt so protective of her, and at ease having her in the safest place he knew, wrapped up in his arms, it as a mixture of empowerment and love. Loving her felt like his heart had left his body and was just walking around, where anyone can easily hurt it. He knew it drove her nuts that he was possessive sometimes, a cultural thing that dated back to his cave-man ancestors but with her petite body cradled against his, he certainly knew where it came from.
Veronica could feel the weight of his stare, looks of appreciation, fascination, it created a sense of playful tension and excitement, simultaneously telling her all of his most intimate thoughts without saying a word. He was always looking at her, always undressing her with his eyes, side by side on the train or in the car, catch glimpses of how often he turned to face her. These small stares told her how much he enjoyed her presence; she missed him like she was missing a limb when he wasn't around. She smiled at him and giggled a little.
"What?" he queried, slowing his hand against her to see what was different.
"You belong to me Echolls" she smiled and "You make me feel whole, complete, like nothing else in this world matters as long as I have you" she confessed, a few moments later she felt him tremble above her, he orgasmed, a soft growl against her ear and kissed the side of her forehead. He panted and kissed her cheek, spent, tracing a hand down the curve of her body.
"Satisfied?" he smirked, she knew how over the edge hearing things like that made him.
"Always" she smiled as he placed his hand on her hip and she felt him pull away from her, she turned to cup his face and kiss him.
"I'm gonna need a minute Bobkat" Logan smiled, sweat beading along his forehead.
"No complaints here" Veronica giggled as he lay onto his back and she curled up against him, her head on his chest, her breath was slowly getting back to normal, his heart was still racing. "Why does it drive you crazy when I say that?" she asked, tracing her hand down his abdomen.
"Because I'm needy?" he teased playfully, his brown eyes lit up in amusement while he gave her that smile that made her heart skip a beat.
"Logan…" she scolded, frowning slightly.
"I guess, it's because I like hearing you say it, because its exactly how I feel about you.. and I like it when we are both on the same page… it just makes me feel very close to you" he explained, smoothing a blond strand of hair from her face. "Plus your voice sounds really sexy when you try and say my name and I'm buried deep inside you" he teased.
"You like the way everything sounds when you are inside me" she mused.
"Especially room service!" he exclaimed, he was starving.
"Pancakes and blueberries?" Veronica suggested, twisting to reach for the phone.
"You just wanna lick syrup off me again don't you?" he teased, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close.
"Only if you are up for a joint shower?" she proposed, grinning as he kissed her shoulder.
"You trying to make me skip class?" he scolded, inhaling the scent of her.
"Which one is it today?" she asked him.
"Sociology… and I think there's maybe a test" he replied, slightly disappointed.
"Pity, I would rather spend the day with you naked" she pouted.
"You keep pouting at me like that I just might… but trying to be reformed remember?" he offered, his voice was warm against her ear.
"And yet you make this good girl go bad" she sang in a really silly voice, making him laugh.
"Breakfast, woman…" he told her, reaching for the phone.
Veronica left the bed to go to the bathroom to freshen up while Logan ordered them some breakfast, he heard her brush her teeth and slipped into his boxers, he wandered into the living area of the apartment to get his cell phone. He was startled by a movement behind him, turning his jaw fell open in surprise to see a very dishevelled, groggy and visibly hungover Mac carrying her black shoes in her hands as she was tip-toeing as she closed the door to Dick's bedroom. Locking eyes with Logan she finished pulling her t shirt on.
"Say NOTHING!" she growled at him, pointing at him as she grabbed her jacket from over the edge of the couch and headed towards the door.
"Hey—no judgment!" he said, putting his hands up in surrender.
Veronica peered her head out of the bedroom and gave him a puzzled look, she hadn't seen Mac.
"Well this just got complicated!" he mused.
"Dude, coffee?" Dick called out sleepily from his bedroom as Logan picked up the room service menu and handed it to Veronica.
