Okay, my younger readers, this is a more of a mature piece so, you have been warned! This is set post-movie, the night before Logan leaves for yet another deployment.

Gone

"Baby." Logan's face dove into the crook between Veronica's shoulder and her neck, his tongue flicking outward to leave a wet and fiery trail. Veronica's natural scent – marshmallows and promises – enveloped Logan's senses as he held her tightly. Their bodies moulded against one another perfectly like two matching jigsaw pieces. Logan's chest was pressed close against Veronica's back; her perky behind was sculpted against him as he edged into her leisurely.

"Logan." Veronica breathed out restlessly. He was teasing her, purposefully moving slowly. His large, calloused hands held onto her hips firmly, creating a comfortable rhythm as he slowly ascended and descended to and from her damp glory. Veronica's eyes rolled back into her head, a smouldering look enveloping her features as Logan thrust into her suddenly. The forceful intrusion was just that for mere moments. Within seconds, Logan's movements catalysed torturous waves of please.

Veronica struggled with coherent sentences, a few gasps and moans escaping her outstretched lips. Due to their current position, Veronica was unable to drown out her breathless moans with Logan's kisses and so, she let them loose. Veronica's now swollen lips gaped open and closed as groans of ecstasy escaped her.

"You feel so-" Logan let one of his hands travel tantalisingly up Veronica's side. "Good!" His fingers danced skilfully up her bare, milky skin, tracing gentle patterns against it.

Logan stiffened as Veronica's head fell backwards against his shoulder; blonde locks cascaded against Logan's lightly tanned skin, brushing gingerly against his back dimples. Logan's penetrating motions stopped and Veronica let out a pleasure and pain filled sigh. Logan, however, did not notice, his eyes fluttering closed; he was enjoying the feeling of just having her close. As Logan's posture grew more rigid, Veronica began to move against his length, desperately seeking the release that Logan was keeping from her. Her slender hips rocked backwards, her back colliding violently with Logan's abs. Soon enough, Logan was meeting her motions.

Logan's grunts buzzed low and husky in Veronica's ear and she clenched the Grand's satin sheets within her palm. Veronica brought the sheets to her mouth, biting down at it to prevent the loud profanities that threatened to soar out of her throat. Crimson lipstick was now painted against Logan's sheets, juxtaposing the stark white. Neither Logan nor Veronica cared.

"I love you, Logan." Veronica's arm reached backwards to grasp his neck. Her claw like nails settled against his clammy skin, brushing away the tendrils of sweat that had formed as per their … physical activities.

"I love you too, baby." Logan's rough lips peppered kisses against Veronica's silky, smooth shoulder. Logan nibbled and licked and sucked at her flesh, letting her raw taste seep onto his deprived tongue. Logan's spicy yet aromatic cologne snuck up on Veronica's taste buds as his cheek brushed against her face and she pushed against Logan harder; his scent drove her wild. "God." Logan gasped; the air was thick now, sticky all most. With all of the windows and doors closed, Logan and Veronica were enraptured in their own world: no deployments, no crime fighting, no disapproving glances from Keith or Wallace.

It was just Logan and Veronica, alone.

"Say my name, Veronica." Logan felt his build up start. It was like an orchestra, slowly, slowly working up towards that crescendo of harmony. Sharp teeth snapped at Veronica's earlobe, Logan's pace increasing. His strong core settled into a steady rhythm which was igniting an oppressive flame from within Veronica's blood stream. Heat bubbled from within Veronica as she submitted to him, begging for his mercy. The two clung to one another desperately, eagerly trying to reach for their apexes.

And, they did.

"Logan!" Veronica yelled as Logan pushed her, sent her flying over the edge. She plummeted into a sea of perfection, her body clenching and unclenching against Logan's trembling one. Logan smirked at the sound of his name, Veronica's voice was raspy and husky and Logan held a certain aspect of pride knowing that he had been the one to drive Veronica towards such a release. It pleased Logan to know he was the only man that got to feel her like this, be with her in such an intimate manner and vice versa. Veronica gently shuddered against Logan as pumped into her, riding Veronica through the tunnel of her climax.

"I'm going to miss you, so much." Logan's rocked slower, letting himself fill Veronica completely and then slip back out. He was enjoying her, trying to memorise every dip and curl that her body had to offer. He hated being away from Veronica, despite how amazing their reunions were. Veronica was his soul-mate – his other half – and being apart from her tore at Logan's heart – they'd already missed out on so much, it ached to know that he was going to have to leave her again. It pained Logan more to know that, when she awoke to daylight the next morning, Logan was going to have to slip away. He was being deployed for three months this time, three months too many, in his opinion.

"I'm going to miss you too." Veronica intertwined her fingers with Logan's, bringing his hand up to press a gentle kiss against the back. "I don't want you to go." Veronica clutched Logan's hand like a child would to her father. She didn't want to let him go.

"I know, me neither, Ronnie, me neither." Logan didn't want to let go either.

However, when Veronica awoke the next morning, she found her bed empty. The sun seeped through the agape curtains, sending warm rays against the empty spot adjacent to Veronica. An unintentional tear formed within her blue eyes as she hugged Logan's cushion to her torso desperately. Within minutes – it could have been seconds - her one tear was joined by several other; sobs wracking across her whole body.

He was gone.