Note: As always, I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Maria and Bissele for the awesome beta. Thank you!

Chapter 12: Dreaming Into Reality

Though not fully awake, he sensed Veronica leaving his bed and rolled over to where she had slept, burying his face in her pillow. Being surrounded by her scent filled him with feelings of warmth, comfort, and security that he had long since given up hope of ever experiencing again. He burrowed into her warmth. In the recesses of his mind, he heard his door click shut as she and Backup left the room. A brief thought of rousing himself passed through his mind but he did not move.

About half an hour later, Logan was having a wonderfully X-rated dream. He dreamt that he and Veronica were on a deserted beach, blissfully nude. He was in heaven getting to see her naked again. This time he was going to make love to her; there were no parents waiting, no ghosts dropping by, no counselors yelling, nothing to interrupt. There were just miles and miles of sand and water. In his dream, Veronica was touching him, teasing him, trying to seduce him. He could feel her hands moving up and down his torso, teasing his nipples. He groaned aloud when her mouth clamped around his nipple. It was so real; his body could not stay still. Her mouth was all over his chest, moving down his torso, darting her tongue into his belly button. And her hand…her hand was…it was trailing lightly over his cock…

His eyes shot open. This wasn't just a dream. He groaned as her hand wrapped around him and squeezed. Her grin was wicked and knowing as she kissed him, darting her tongue into his mouth. Though his mind was by no means completely awake, his body knew what it wanted. One hand wrapped around the back of her head, holding her mouth to his. The other hand moved to her breast, teasing the nipple.

He would have flipped her over so she was beneath him but she pulled back and shook her head, "Uh-huh, this is my turn." He nearly cried when her hand left him but he didn't have time to be disappointed as she started tugging his boxers down immediately. He eagerly helped her remove the garment that formed a barrier between them. He was completely awake now but his mind was wholly fogged over with desire. The only coherent thought he could form was that he wanted, no needed, to bury his cock in her soon.

He wanted to grab her, rip her clothes off and make love to her but she had made it clear this was her show and he wasn't about to do anything that might make her hesitate, or worse, change her mind. Somewhere there was a rational part of his mind that pointed out that she needed to have control this time. She took a good long look at him as he lay before her in his birthday suit. He was beginning to shake with anticipation when she straddled his hips and rubbed herself against him. A small grin of satisfaction tilted her lips as she leaned forward to kiss him. He couldn't stop himself from arching up against her and sliding his hands down her panties, grabbing her ass and squeezing.

However, once again she made it clear that this was her scenario. And who was he to argue after all? She placed his hands by his head and moved her mouth back down his body, stopping to torment his nipples before continuing down his torso. He was moving restlessly, begging and moaning as she continued her torment. His hands clutched his pillow and headboard to keep from grabbing her.

The sound he emitted when she took him in her mouth was almost a whine. All rational thought was obliterated as she worked him eagerly with her hands and mouth. If he had been able to form a coherent thought, he might have wondered when she had become so adept at pleasuring a man. Fortunately, the ability to think was long gone at this point. She knew exactly how to move her mouth and tongue, when to squeeze his balls. He knew he was nothing more than a moaning rag doll as she continued.

He could feel the pressure building, the urge to come growing. He wanted more though; he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he received. While he had never been a completely selfless lover, he had always been a generous one. He was a thorough believer in the ladies first school of thought. He gathered what strength he could and pulled her away and back up to his mouth. He could taste himself on her tongue and it made him grow even harder. Sitting up, he positioned her in his lap with her legs wrapped around his waist. He reached down and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing off. Her panties were the only barrier barring him from feeling her against his body. She laughed heartily as he impatiently ripped them away.

She shoved him back down on the bed and leaned over to his nightstand. He wondered what in the world she was looking for when she triumphantly leaned back over him with a distinct foil packet. He blushed a little wondering how she had known he stored them there even as he was grateful she had thought of it, because he was beyond rational thought. Embarrassment was the last thing on his mind seconds later when he began stroking her breasts before adjusting her so he could draw a nipple into his mouth. His hand skimmed down her body and ran through her pubic hair. He teased her clit before inserting first one and then two fingers into her. She was so tight around his fingers he groaned at the thought of what it would feel like when he was inside her. She adjusted herself so she could kiss him again, his tongue moved in and out of her mouth in rhythm with his fingers.

He finally couldn't stand it any longer. They were both breathing heavily and he was shaking so badly, he wasn't sure he was going to last two minutes. He withdrew his fingers and she moved down and rolled the condom over him. He cried out as her fingers moved down his erection, he definitely wasn't going to make it for long. He noticed she was also shaking a little which made him feel a little bit better.

She positioned herself over him and guided his erection to her opening. She took him in slowly at first with shallow little strokes that drove him crazy with frustration and pleasure. He hadn't known both feelings could overwhelm him at once. Each stroke took him in a little deeper until she finally, in one swift movement, took him all in. He wasn't sure if her resultant cry or his groan were louder. As much as he wanted to flip her over and drive himself into her, this time was about her. He continued to let her set the tone. It wasn't exactly a hardship on him though having to watch her body move up and down on him, her breasts jiggling with each movement. Watching her facial expressions change from shock, to wonder, to pleasure alone was worth any frustration he might have felt previously. Soon they both wanted more and she finally begged him for help in pushing her over the edge. He happily reached between them and stroked her, pressing his thumb against her clit until she contracted around him, calling out his name. Her tremors set off his own shuddering and he grabbed her hips and thrust himself upwards as he came, calling out Veronica.

Later as they came back to reality, breaths still coming in gasps, Veronica lay sprawled like a limp rag atop him. Her ear was pressed against his chest so he was sure she must be able to hear his heart pounding. All too soon, their sweat-soaked bodies cooled and they were sticking together. Though reluctant to move, he gently rolled her off of him, kissing her gently, causing her to emit a few small noises from the back of her throat. He got up and went into the bathroom. He discarded the condom and relieved himself.

Grabbing a washcloth, he bathed himself and grabbed another clean cloth to soak in warm water. As he waited for the water to warm, he glanced in the mirror and saw a look of exhaustion with a spark of satiation. He heard someone say mockingly, "Always the gentleman." Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of blonde and turned to smile at Veronica but there was no one. He blinked confusedly, sure he'd seen someone and then he heard the unmistakable sound of Lilly's laughter in his ear. He blushed completely at the thought of her watching them. He could almost hear her cheering them on, telling him it was about time he fucked Veronica.

He turned the taps off and wrung the excess water from the cloth. Entering the room he stopped for a moment to stare at an exhausted, naked Veronica sprawled across his bed. This was a fantasy he'd had more times in his life than he cared to admit. She didn't open her eyes until he pressed the warm cloth against her tender skin. Sex, while extremely pleasurable was also messy and could make already tender parts of the body sore. She stared at him in silence as he bathed her. He threw the washcloth in the hamper and crawled back in bed, drawing the covers over them.

He wrapped her in his arms and planted soft kisses over her face. After awhile she pulled back and said, "I love you Logan." He let the words wash over him. He'd never heard anything so beautiful in his life. The words placed a balm over old wounds inflicted during his life. He shut his eyes briefly to savor the moment before opening them to grin wickedly at her. He gave her back the words and pulled her back against him as they settled into the pillows. As he drifted back to sleep, he saw streaks of light crossing the floor, promising a beautiful new day. His last thought before he drifted off was to wonder how soon he could talk her into using some of the items from her 'gift'!