A/N – Just a quick sidebar to some of my reviewers (all of whom are awesome by the way) – "Guest" recently asked if there is a reason I am keeping LoVe apart? Uhm, I guess so? This is simulated real life, people don't get to spend 24/7 with each other…and if they did I think they might go crazy, and you might get bored of my sex scenes. Also, they haven't been apart that long in this universe, I just write silly long days (remember Vegas took ~65k words to get through 2 days – I am trying to speed up the pace so it doesn't take me years to get through my plan, lol, we will see how well that goes). So no worries, they will get back together, it's a LoVe story after all, but it is also Veronica Mars – she has mysteries to solve. Finally, if you read Vegas you know my attempt at PWP failed horribly, so I just have to let the story run its course. Hope that doesn't keep you from hanging in there with me. The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that.
Chapter 9
We are going to see if we can sneak backstage and find out if Connor's abs are painted on.
The nightmares came again last night. Veronica had expected them with no Logan to keep them at bay, but it didn't mean she slept any easier. They always started the same: Lilly's broken body by a pool; waking up feeling sore without knowing why; being held down to a dirty pool table; seeing the plane explode; watching Beaver walk off the roof; being held down by Mercer; Gory's face; the first man she shot in the line of duty; the images went on, in a relentless stream of horror. The final one before waking was new though, it was Sandeep drawing his knife across Macy's exposed throat, and the girl falling lifeless to the forest floor; Veronica had been too late.
She woke trembling and grabbed for her phone. The text message light was blinking and she clicked it, hoping for some comfort. The first message was from Jay – Those abs are real! She laughed and felt a bit of the horror ease off her. Trust Jay to put things into perspective for me, she thought, I will have to tell him about when I first met Connor – his abs in his hey-day were spectacular. Logan got so jealous. She smiled as she thought of Logan, and she clicked the next message button.
So sorry about yesterday. The dog ate my phone! I love you. The message was email length and had been broken into several parts, Veronica clicked through them all. Odd visit with CW last night, can't wait to talk to you. How did the interview go? How is Neptune? Hope you didn't tell them I was already failing in my husbandly duties, I can imagine your Dad and Mac ordering a strike on me. Mmmm, husbandly duties. Have I told you how much I love the fact you said yes? Have I told you how much I love performing my duties for you? On you? With you? Is it too early in the marriage for sexting? Because baby, I would totally sext you up right now. Please delete that last text, clearly I should not be allowed near a cell phone in the middle of the night.
Veronica paused her clicking and finally looked at the time stamps on the messages. The first had come in near midnight, the sexting comment around two am. What was he doing up so late?
I hope the texting doesn't wake you. Actually, I kinda hope it does, phone sex is hot too, and I just want to hear your voice. So, night flights are scheduled for tomorrow…hmm, I mean tonight at this point. I have to keep myself up so I can go to sleep and wake up at the right points, night shift is always the worst on the ship, but we have to stay in practice for it. I won't be home tonight when you get back, so I guess I will see you on Wednesday? Argh, that it too much time – the things I want to do to you Bobcat, you can only imagine. Hmm, I am imagining. Ok back.
Veronica checked the time stamps between those comments, ten minutes had passed. She smirked, so I got him hot and bothered and he had to take matters in hand? Nice! She went back to the texts.
I wonder if you have any clue what effect you have on me wife? I hope you know I plan on spending my whole life showing you. Finally time for bed for me. I will be headed to base around one, should be back Wednesday morning around five. I love you Veronica Mars, see you soon!
She looked at the time stamp of the last message, it was only 30 minutes ago. Her fingers hoovered over the speed dial button, but finally she settled for a text message. I love you Logan Mars! Call when you are driving to base?
Glancing at the clock, Veronica realized that depending on how long the interview in San Diego took, she might be able to get home before he left. She grinned, bounced out of bed, and headed to the shower. If she got to the field office early enough, maybe they would push forward her interview.
Keith and Alicia weren't up by the time she got dressed, made the bed, and went into the kitchen. However, as she was writing a thank you note on the refrigerator's white board Keith flipped on the kitchen lights. He smiled at his daughter, and wordless wrapped her in a hug. He couldn't express how happy he was for her getting back with Logan. Not that it was Logan that Keith was happy about, but more the idea that Veronica seemed happy, and finally about to break free of a certain stagnation that he felt she had let slip over her life in the past few years. So he tried to convey his love for her in the hug. Bullet joined them, pushing her head between their legs, and then giving a pointed look at the closed back door. Keith shook with controlled laughter. He grabbed Veronica's go bag off the kitchen floor and walked to the door. Bullet bounded in front of them happily, off into the far corner of the backyard to find a spot. Keith led Veronica to the side gate, and her rental car. He smiled at her, "Kiddo, you know I am proud of you."
Veronica smiled back, "I know Pops."
He grinned, "Okay then, get on the road, stay out of trouble."
"Like, trouble with a capital "T" that rhymes with "C", that stands for…"
"Veronica!"
"What," she smiled, "I was going to say C-ya later alligator."
By the time she had reached San Diego, the sun was fully up and the day was promising to be spectacular. Again, her meeting was with the Special Agent in Charge, rather than a section chief or one of the assistant special agents, but he did agree to move it up from ten when she sauntered into the office at 8:00 am. Her hopes of being offered a position in the Field Intelligence Group were short lived. Much like the LA interview, they offered her a position that would be heavy on public relations. Instead of trading off her marriage to Logan though, the rest of her time would be spent on desk duty in the translation department.
Despite her disappointment in the interview, Veronica was glad. She was in and out, and able to make it to the airport with 30 minutes to spare before the next flight back to Vegas. She checked her phone; no messages from Logan, he must still be asleep. Turning it off for the short flight, she smiled, he was in for a surprise.
The condo was quiet and dark when she opened the door. Chet opened one eye sleepily and wagged her stumpy tail from her spot on the coach. Veronica restrained her laugh, but muttered some guard dog you are. She dropped her go bag and pulled off her boot before creeping to the bedroom door. Veronica could just make out Logan's breathing under a sheet, and hear his soft snores. She checked her watch, 11:15 am. He has to be on base at 1pm – time to wake up fly-boy.
Veronica peeled off her jacket; put her gun belt on the kitchen island; and made short work of the rest of her clothes. She stood naked on the threshold to the bedroom for a moment, just watching him sleep. She firmed her resolve, and closed the bedroom door softly behind her, keeping Chet locked out.
Veronica softly pulled the sheet off him. Logan was only wearing his boxers. She revealed in the hard lines of his muscles. Back in Hurst, he had started weight lifting, but had never been so cut. Connor has nothing on Logan's abs. She trembled to touch him, but held off for another second. His face was softer when he slept, the fierce control and intensity that oozed from him turned off. He looked almost vulnerable. She stroked his cheek with the back of her hand, and his head pressed into her touch.
Pulling back she continued her survey. The boxers were standard issue white, not a polka dot or cartoon reindeer in sight. What Veronica did see was his morning wood straining against the thin fabric for release. She licked her lips. I can work with that.
Veronica climbed onto the bed, carefully straddling Logan, her bare body hoovering mere centimeters off him. She placed her first kiss near his ear, and followed his jaw line down, avoiding his mouth. She moved to his neck and gently sucked, not hard enough to leave a mark, but she was rewarded by a sleepy moan. Veronica pulled up and looked at his face. Logan's eyes were still closed, but she saw a faint twitch of his lips. He was awake. She pondered getting out of bed for a second, making him admit it and chase her.
Instead, she kissed the corner of his mouth where the smirk refused to be controlled. His arms snaked around her, he knew he was discovered. Logan pulled her fully down on top of him, and she felt his hardness pressing into her. She ground her hips into it, finding a pleasing friction against her clit. He groaned and opened his eyes.
Logan thought this was possibly the best sight he had ever witnessed in the morning. Veronica was grinning down at him, her blond hair falling in her face. Her perfect breasts bouncing, the pink nipples taunt and jutting out proudly. One of her hands was snaked down between them teasing herself even as she ground out a delicious dry hump against his shaft. "Good morning sailor," she bent over and kissed him fully this time.
He rolled them, so he had her pinned to the bed. "Welcome home Bobcat. I missed you last night." She leaned her head up and kissed him again, but he could feel her hands fumbling on the waist band of his boxers. She freed his restraint, and her soft hand took him and started stroking. She was gently tugging him closer, guiding him in.
He took her hand in his and moved it above her head, pinning both her arms in his large grip. She writhed underneath him. He let his other hand explore her soft folds, and found she was wet and ready. She moaned, "Please." He thrust home quickly. This was no gentle reacquaintance with each other, it was a fulfillment of both their need. A mutual possession of each other's physical forms that matched the intensity of what their hearts felt. Logan pushed in hard and fast. He let Veronica's arms loose and she wrapped them around his back, her nails dragging in, encouraging him to continue the pace. Her hips arching up to meet him. They exploded at the same time.
With Logan's last bit of strength he rolled them again before collapsing, so Veronica was resting her small weight on his chest. He could feel the after trembles shudder through her and smiled into her hair. The alarm clock started beeping.
