A/N –The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that.

Chapter 25

"That's my gal."

Logan and Jay stood and walked to the front of the bar, joining Veronica as she put her credit card back into her wallet. They all walked to the door together. Back in the parking lot, Jay shook Logan's hand. "Captain America, it was nice to meet you today. Take care of our gal, and I look forward to getting to know you better." Jay's grin turned lecherous, "We could recreate scenes from Top Gun, I know a great beach volleyball court we could use." He winked.

Logan actually blushed, Ronnie's partner was as quixotic and charming as she was. He realized, he was glad she had him in her life. That Jay had been her friend for the last ten-years, and had her back on any of her missions. He winked back at him, "Just don't call me Goose."

Veronica laughed at their antics and hugged Jay warmly. She felt better knowing he believed her, knowing he supported her no matter what came next. "Thank you partner."

Jay hugged her back, "See you on Monday, and then you can give me all the juicy details I am sure you have left out." He walked to his car, waggling his eyebrows dramatically.

Logan walked Veronica back to the Jeep. Before opening the door he pressed her up against it. His kiss was long and deep. One hand pressed in between them, he teased her nipples. He whispered in her ear, "It was far too long since I kissed you last. And you my dear are a woman who should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."

Veronica kissed him again and then pulled back, "Quoting Gone with the Wind? That is a little mainstream for you isn't it?"

Logan grinned and opened her door for her. "Sometimes you just have to go with the classics." He pressed another quick kiss against her lips before closing the door and jogging back to his side of the Jeep.

"So, Sugarpuss, last chance to make requests for stops for the day. I have a schedule planned, but can make some changes on the fly if need be. Before you worry, M.B. checked in with me, and he is taking care of Chet. She is in good hands, and I think he is smitten."

Veronica paused, "I suspect I could use some clean clothes. I mean if I am getting married tonight, I should have my trousseau." Her voice took on a breathy southern belle quality.

Logan grinned, "I have it covered, consider our next stop part of your dowry. I will send the goats to your father next week."

Veronica paled. "Oh, my father, I should call him." She reached for her cell phone.

Logan put his hand on hers. "Veronica, call me paranoid, but could I convince you to do that tomorrow? I would rather the sheriff kill me, after I have actually had the chance to marry you."

She smiled at him and pulled his hand to her lips so she could kiss his palm. "Okay, love, tomorrow, but I don't think paw is going to object." Logan left his hand in Veronica's and pulled out of the parking lot driving one handed.

He made his way across Vegas to the gated community of Spanish Trails. He gave his name to the guard and the gate was raised for them. Veronica raised her eyebrow in a silent question. Spanish Trails was definitely high-end, full of exquisite mansions, and people who valued their privacy. Logan smirked, and pulled in behind a large house and parked in front of an equally impressive guest house. He jumped out and ran to open her door. "We have an appointment with Sissy Lardash, celebrity stylist and personal shopper. She just happens to be the daughter of the very rich attorney who lives in the main house."

Logan helped her down and snuck in another quick kiss. "She has also been shopping for you all day, and should have a nice selection ready for your review." He grinned, "So, let me help you out in the dressing room?"

Veronica flushed, "You know this isn't necessary, right?" Logan nodded. "Then you should also know, I am only accepting this, because I am getting married today, and I am pretty sure that means I get to be a pretty, pretty princess. So bring on the pampering Fly Boy, show me how the other half lives."

Grinning, Logan led her to the door and pressed the bell. After a few moments, Sissy opened the door, and squealed, "Looooogan! And this must be Veronica!" She practically skipped the few steps to Veronica and enveloped her in a hug. Veronica blinked, stunned. Sissy was not what she expected. Instead of a half-starved waive, barely out of school, looking for a reality show contract, or a sugar daddy as rich as her real daddy, Sissy was in her mid to late fifties. Her body was plush, to say the least, and her makeup applied with a careless hand. She looked, Veronica decided on closer examination, like someone's crazy aunt that was always on the verge of pinching your cheeks, while at the same time looking for a refill of her old fashion. Dumbfounded, Veronica let herself be led into the guest house, and was again surprised by the contrast. The room was light and airy, decorated in a high end, but almost Spartan fashion. Full length mirrors decorated one wall, racks of clothes another, and several dressmakers' forms were covered in white cotton on the third.

Logan smiled at the older woman, and wrapped his arms around her. "Sissy was one of my mother's favorite stylists. She handled all her events in Vegas." He directed this to Veronica, the looked back at Sissy, "It is so good to see you, and thank you so much for the favor, I knew this was last minute."

"Nonsense Logan, Lynn was practically family, and nothing is more important than advancing the cause of young love." She led them to a velvet covered sofa and sat them down. "Now, where shall we start…"

Logan stood back up, "Actually, Sissy…could you do me one more favor?" He led the older woman to the door. "Veronica is famished, and she is not going to truly enjoy the experience on an empty stomach. Could I convince you to run out to that bakery that you like and bring us back some pastries? I promise not to mess up your studio." His eyebrows waggled suggestively, and he discreetly pressed several hundred dollar bills into her hand.

Sissy blushed, but opened the door. They could hear her start to hum as she walked out, something about young love and springtime.

Logan made sure the door was firmly shut, and turned towards Veronica with a wolfish expression. "Alone at last!" He stalked towards her on the coach and laid over her forcing her back, but keeping his weight balanced off her. "I think we have been making great progress this afternoon on the talking promise." He nipped her neck, and ran one hand around the hem of her shirt. "But I think we have been neglecting the sex promise. Miss Mars, care to work on that with me? By my figuring we have thirty minutes before Sissy is back, I think we should work up an appetite."

Veronica pulled him down on top of her and kissed him deeply, her hands exploring his back and cupping his ass. She rolled and toppled them both to the floor. She landed on top of him, and he was momentarily breathless. It was her turn to smile wolfishly. "Less talk, more action Fly-Boy you are wasting time." She shrugged off her jacket, and slightly more carefully removed her gun belt. At the same time she had started a rocking motion, dry humping him. Logan felt his cock swell. She smiled.

Continuing to rock against him she quickly pulled off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Free, her breasts bounced tantalizingly above him. She reached up and caressed her own soft skin, pulling and twisting her nipples into hardness. Logan groaned and went to reach up and help her with her task. She playfully swatted his hands away. "Just lay back, and watch, this time it is my rodeo." Logan hooked his arms behind his head and enjoyed the view. He groaned as she rubbed against his cock, and fought to keep himself from flipping her over and removing the clothes that created friction between them. As if she was reading his mind, Veronica lifted up slightly, and stopped her ministrations of her breasts. She unzipped his pants and pulled his throbbing cock out. Grinning she wiggled down further and took it in her mouth. She lavished it with her saliva, making it slick, and if possible harder.

Veronica paused, and he moaned. She stood over him and removed her jeans and panties. She left her ankle holster on. Logan was surprised at how hot it was, the reminder of her strength. He reached up to grab her hips and help guide her down, but she swatted his hands away again. Still standing over him, she used one hand to spread her lips and rubbed herself in his full view. She was shimmering, molten, and he could smell her arousal. He moaned again, and longed to take himself in hand, if she was going to continue the torture. She smiled down at him, and moved south, lowering herself slowly onto his throbbing staff. She rode him like there was no tomorrow, rubbing her own clit as she sent them both over the edge. They got cleaned up in Sissy's small guest bathroom, and when she walked back in, they were sipping expressos from the Keurig she had set up at the wet bar.

Sissy smiled knowingly, but just set the pastries out on the coffee table without a word.