Veronica's Hangover
Chapter 9: Thresholds
Flashback - Saturday Evening - Vegas - Honeymoon Suite:
Logan lifted Veronica into his arms.
"What are you doing?" she asked, giggling.
"Carrying my bride over the threshold." Logan answered with a grin.
"Mmm...Time for some good wedding night lovin'..." Veronica said as Logan carried her into the room.
"Actually Veronica, I've been thinking about that. I don't want to have sex tonight."
"That had better be a joke, Logan." Veronica said.
"Nope. You're drunker than I thought you were. It's been five years Veronica. I don't want you to be drunk for our first time back together."
"I'll change your mind." Veronica smiled.
"Nope!" Logan smiled, kissing the tip of her nose.
"You have to unbutton me." Veronica told him. "There's no way I can get out of this wedding gown on my own."
"Turn around." Logan said rising to stand behind her. He ran the tips of his fingers across her bare shoulder, up the sides of her neck, and back down again.
"This is Veronica." He kept telling himself as each covered button revealed another sliver of skin. "This is Veronica. Not Replacement Blonde #22. This is the Real Thing. And I have to go and be all noble." He couldn't help but to lean forward to brush kisses on the back of her shoulders after releasing the final button. Veronica lifted her arms allowing her dress to pool on the floor.
Logan groaned at the sight of Veronica in her lingerie. "Stockings? This is punishment for the community pool, isn't it?" He asked raising his eyes to Heaven.
Looking everywhere but at Veronica, Logan collected her dress, hanging it in the closet by the hanging straps. He removed his tuxedo jacket, also hanging it in the closet. In the bathroom, Logan dropped his cufflinks next to the sink and stripped down to his silk boxers, after brushing his teeth.
"Logan…" Veronica called in a singsong voice.
Logan returned to the bedroom. Veronica was struggling with the hooks running down the back of her bustier. "Help me?" she asked.
Logan stepped behind her fighting to keep his eyes above her waist. He flicked the remaining hooks. "I'll get you a t-shirt," he said, returning to the closet.
"I won't wear it." Veronica teased. Logan turned back to look at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked from the waist up.
"Come here." she commanded, crooking her finger at him.
"No." Logan said, shaking his head.
"Come here." Veronica repeated, demanding.
Logan ducked his head and walked to Veronica, begging her with his eyes not to tease him.
"These are stuck." Veronica said snapping a garter against her right leg. Logan stared at her for a moment. She snapped the garter again, and he slowly dropped to his knees. He looked at her miserably, and she giggled. Sighing, he unhooked the right garter in the front and back. He inched the stocking agonizingly slowly down her leg. Unable to resist, he kissed each inch of skin that he bared down to her ankle, while Veronica made little sounds of pleasure. Finally, he repeated the process with her left leg.
"Those garters weren't really stuck." Logan said, rising and kissing her on the forehead. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to her.
"I know." Veronica smiled at him. Logan ran his hands through his hair, watched her stand, and remove her garter belt and her panties. She stepped in front of him naked, and smiled down at him.
"So, about that sex..." Veronica said seductively.
"Nope!" Logan said.
"Mmmm…" Veronica said as she leaned over and kissed a path down Logan's neck. His head fell back as his hands came up to grip her waist, pulling her up to straddle his lap. Veronica grabbed him roughly by the hair and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him hard, while his hands came around and grabbing her ass, pulling her closer. He slid a hand up to her breast, squeezing, brushing at her nipple until it hardened and then leaning forward to take it into his mouth. Veronica arched her back, lacing her fingers into his hair to pull him closer as she ground down against him.
"Wait, stop!" Logan said, coming to his senses. He flipped Veronica onto her back, lavishing some attention on her other breast, only for a moment, before calling a halt.
Logan scooted up to the head of the bead, pulling back the blanket and patting the mattress next to him.
"Come on. Sleep tonight, sex tomorrow." He said.
Veronica crawled up the bed towards Logan, sleep the last thing on her mind.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Logan groaned. "You're trying to kill me."
Veronica slid her hands into the waistband of Logan's boxers. When he reached down and tried to stop her, she began kissing his chest, his waist, his stomach. Logan's hands slid into Veronica's hair, allowing her to reach for his boxers again. She kissed his right hip as she slid the boxers down his legs and off his feet. When she began kissing her way back up his legs, he'd had enough. He pulled her to his lap, wrapping his arms around her tenderly.
"No more, Veronica." he said kissing her softly. "No sex tonight. We can have drunk sex anytime, but our reunion sex is going to be while we are both sober."
He rolled her so that she was on her back, and pulled the blanket up over her. She tried to reach for his ass, but Logan began tickling her, and she had to fight off his hands as she laughed hysterically.
"Logan, stop! I give up. No sex."
"Finally!" Logan said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. He slid in under the blanket.
"Come here, wife." he said pulling her back snug against his chest.
"Are you happy?" Veronica asked.
"Yes, the happiest I've ever been." Logan admitted.
"Are you going to try to get me to move to LA?" Veronica asked.
"No." Logan said. "Why? Do you want to?"
"I'd rather live in Neptune." Veronica said.
"Then you're in luck, because I'm coming home." Logan said.
"To Neptune?" Veronica asked. "You're kidding."
"It's where I belong. I belong with you."
"You're really coming home?" Veronica asked.
"Honestly? The moment you kissed me tonight, I knew I was coming home." Logan admitted.
"So what if I had knocked on your door one of those times I sat outside your apartment? Would you have come home then?"
"Only, if you had kissed me." Logan smirked. "You know how we are. You and I have never done the casual thing. When we kiss each other, we mean business."
Veronica laughed softly.
Logan repeatedly wrote 'I love you' on her skin with his index finger as Veronica drifted off to sleep.
Present Time - Home Sweet Home:
"Logan, what are you doing?" Veronica laughed.
"Carrying you over the threshold." Logan said.
"We've been married for three weeks!"
"But this is different. This is our threshold." Logan said, opening the door to their new home.
Stepping inside, he kicked the door shut with his foot.
"You can put me down now." Veronica said.
"I could, but I won't." Logan answered, carrying her to the master suite.
He deposited her on the giant bed flopping down next to her.
"Familiar?" He asked.
"It's the same kind of mattress from the hotel suite!" Veronica said, luxuriating in the comfort.
"It is! Now let's christen it." Logan said rolling on his side and nipping at her breast through her shirt.
They christened the mattress.
In the next three days, they also christened the Jacuzzi, the bathtub, the shower, the couch, the kitchen counter, the washing machine, and half of the surfaces in the pool house.
"How's dinner coming?" Veronica asked for the fourth time.
"Veronica, trust me. I know how to cook."
"I know." She said. "But it's my dad."
"I'm not going to forget how to cook just because your dad is coming to dinner."
"So what are you going to say if he asks…" She didn't have a chance to finish her question, as Logan lifted her onto the kitchen counter, and shut her up with a kiss.
"Logan…" She said.
"I can answer my own questions, Veronica, and if he doesn't like what I say, he'll have to get over it."
"But…"
"But nothing. And the same goes for Sophia. All that matters is what you think of me and what I think of you." He said, kissing her on the tip of the nose. "Make yourself useful. Chop some onions." He said handing her a knife.
The dinner dishes soaking in soapy water, Veronica began rinsing while Logan loaded the dishwasher.
"Well, we survived dinner with my father and Sophia without World War Three breaking out. Veronica said.
"Yeah, she was almost civil to him today." Logan said. "And you even let me speak all by myself. Look how far we've come!"
"You did well, husband." Veronica said, scrubbing at one of the plates.
Logan gazed at Veronica lovingly. "You know I've always daydreamed about this."
"This?"
Logan gestured to the sink. "Domestic bliss with you."
"Only you would think washing dishes was daydream material. Most guys dream of naughty nurses or schoolgirl outfits."
Most guys didn't have starlets trying to seduce them at 14. I've seen naughty nurses. I've seen schoolgirl outfits. I've even seen you in schoolgirl outfits. But none of that compares to this. Domesticity is hot."
Logan stepped behind Veronica and pressed against her. He reached his arms around her, slipping his hands into the sudsy water next to hers. Together, they picked up the next plate with their linked left hands, and scrubbed it with their linked right hands. Veronica rinsed the plate and set it on the drying mat next to the sink.
As she reached for the next plate, Logan began kissing the side of her neck. His right hand slid up under Veronica's skirt and began tugging her panties down her legs. Veronica gasped as he touched her and pressed herself hard against him. She had gotten off twice by the time she'd rinsed the last dish and reached behind her for Logan's zipper.
"Wake up." Logan said.
Veronica ignored him.
"Wake up." Logan said brushing kisses on her face.
Veronica pulled a pillow over her head. Logan lay down, snuggling up against her right side.
"Wake up." He said, running his hand up her stomach.
"Not this again!" She grumbled.
"Wake up." Logan said, licking her left cheek.
"Go away. Ewww, don't lick my face!"
Logan squirmed under the pillow on her left side.
"Ewww stop!"
But wait, how was Logan licking her left cheek when he was pressed up against her right side.
Veronica pulled the pillow off her face, and opened her eyes. A tiny brown and white pit bull puppy wearing a bow was sitting next to her on the bed, wagging his tiny tail.
"Surprise!" Logan said.
Veronica squealed, pulling the puppy to her and giving it kisses.
"You like?" Logan asked.
"Best surprise ever!" She said, setting down the puppy and throwing herself into Logan's arms.
"What should we name him?" Logan asked.
Veronica thought about it for a while. "I always wanted a dog named Sleuth." She said.
"Works for me." Logan said.
"Are we going to be one of those couples who gets our portraits taken with the dog and sends them out as Christmas cards?" Veronica asked snuggling against him.
"Absolutely!" Logan answered. "You, me, the dog, and our two point five kids."
"Logan!" Veronica started, raising her voice, but he kissed her quiet.
A/N - I apologize. I was a little short on inspiration for this chapter, and I'm still shy about writing the sex, so this chapter was a bit tiny.
:( Or maybe I just didn't get enough sleep last night.
