Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 26
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 4010
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character's thoughts are italic.
Part 26
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Before 3.16 Un-American Graffiti
End of February, Beginning of March 2007: 21 weeks pregnant
Logan is sitting on a bench in the middle of the quad enjoying the unseasonably warm day. The coeds shed their winter layers and he is sitting in the perfect spot to take pleasure in the additional bare skin.
He's watching a medium height brunette pick up her pen forgetting she is wearing a sundress as she flashes some serious cleavage. Damn, why can't it be Summer already?
"Hey Logan." Chip Diller says as he passes. "Hey." Logan responds with a little wave.
Logan's eyes catch on a trio of Sorority girls lying on beach towels sunbathing. Hmm, three blondes, how does a man choose?
"Hi Logan." A short brunette coos as she sits down next to Logan on his bench. Logan looks at her puzzled. "Hi." Think Logan, what is her name? Quickly, what is her name?
"It's a beautiful day out today, isn't it?" The mystery girl moves an inch or two closer to Logan.
He doesn't notice her approach because he's searching his brain for her name so that he doesn't look like a complete idiot. "Um, yeah…" He smiles warmly. "I can't wait for summer." The more sundresses the better… Mary? ...Marcia? …Madison? His eyes widen for a split second thinking of Madison Sinclair and the beat down his wife gave her for doing some of the very things that …Melissa? …is doing right now.
"I know what you mean. I just bought this great bikini and I can't wait to wear it to…" Logan tunes out the mystery girl as she flirts with her best material. A light giggle, a brief hand to his thigh and a hair toss are included in her repertoire. "…then the sand gets all over…" Mystery girl moves a little bit closer to Logan again.
Yeah… Monica? …you better stay on your side of the bench, if you know what's good for you. Logan ever so slightly slides away from flirty girl and she ever so slightly moves with him. Oh geez.
Logan is relieved when he sees Veronica round the corner with a smile on her face. Let's see how long THAT lasts.
Veronica strolls up to Logan's bench and watches flirty girl blab on about some beach party. Logan is obviously uncomfortable and if she didn't know better, he is as far away from the slutty girl as he can possible sit. She chuckles and interrupts the tart's one-sided conversation.
"Hi Logan." She says in her best flirty Sorority girl voice and her biggest smile, covering her expanding belly behind her bag. The flirty girl shoots Veronica a look of loathing.
Logan knows immediately that Veronica is going to make him squirm. He smiles tentatively and exhales slowly preparing himself for what she has up her sleeve. "Hi."
Mystery girl looks from Veronica to Logan unhappily.
Logan pours on the charm. "Oh, I'm sorry for being rude, um… gosh, your name slipped my mind…" He straightens up and motions with his hand to the mystery girl.
Mystery girl clenches her jaw and blushes slightly. "Mallory. My name is Mallory." She snips.
Logan nods appreciatively. "Well, Mallory, this is Veronica. Veronica, meet Mallory." He smirks, knowing he can push Veronica only a little bit before she starts on her warpath. "She was just telling me about her bikini she just bought."
"Oh really?" Veronica nods acting interested and offers her hand to shake with Mallory.
Mallory shakes Veronica's hand and begins to elaborate on said bikini when Veronica puts her left hand on top of their handshake and displays her large engagement ring and wedding band for Mallory's benefit.
Mallory stops speaking with a look at the impressive diamond ring then her eyes drop down to Veronica's pregnant belly and almost bug out of her head.
Veronica continues her extra sweet Sorority girl charade. "I'm so sorry to cut you off, Mallory, but my husband, Logan and I have to get going." She drops Mallory's hand and takes Logan's hand, pulling him to a standing position. "So nice to meet you. Bye." Veronica yanks Logan's arm to get him to move his ass down the sidewalk and away from flirty Mallory.
"Who names their kid Mallory anyway?" Veronica says under her breath and emphasizes Mallory's name.
Logan waves over his shoulder. "See ya, Mallory." He turns to walk with his wife and swings his arm over her shoulder. He's sure poor, unsuspecting Mallory's jaw is on the ground. Logan glances back to the bench and, sure enough, it is.
He chuckles at their nasty game. "Sugarpuss, that wasn't very nice." He looks down at his wife's profile.
"I know but I have to stake my claim in you somehow. Let the tramps and sluts be damned!" She bellows with a grand arm movement in the air in front of her.
Logan slips Veronica's large Paris Hilton-type sunglasses off her eyes. "You know I hate those things." He kisses her temple. "I want to see your beautiful face, not be reminded of skanky, skin and bones Caitlin Ford." He wrinkles up his nose at the thought.
Veronica looks at Logan with a serious face. "Honey?" She pauses for effect. "I will never wears these glasses again, for as long as I live. I'm sorry."
"Alright, alright." He sighs. "You don't have to rub it in."
"But she was so pretty and she had such a cute Vespa. How could you not love her?" Veronica mocks.
"Because she was a two-timing whore that couldn't keep her legs together." He sighs. "She wasn't even a good lay. All that trouble and I didn't even get anything out of it." His mood changes from angry and bitter to playful. "Stupid Logan. Stupid, stupid, STUPID Logan."
Veronica grabs the side of Logan's face and pulls him toward her roughly with a smile. "You got me now, Snookums. I'll take care of you." She waggles her eyebrows and kisses his cheek with an over-extended pucker and a loud obnoxious kiss-y noise.
"Gee, thanks." Logan deadpans. "Hey, I forgot to tell you, I met with my advisor today about my major."
Veronica's eyes widen with anticipation. "And?"
"…And she advised me to make English and Sociology as a dual major and if I get the chance take a business class or two, I should." He says nonchalantly.
Veronica exhales loudly. "Wow, that's quite an endeavor." She looks at her husband. "Do you think you're up for it? That's a lot of work."
Logan grimaces. "Yeah, I know." He looks down at his wife. "…But I think that might be the best path to take. I really like Sociology and I could really help people being a social worker but I'm really good at English. I mean, you've seen how fast I can write a paper and it doesn't usually have to be rewritten. With an English degree I could possibly write a book or get into editing."
"Did you ever think about writing screenplays?" Veronica asks delicately.
"Uh huh. I've been thinking about that more and more actually." Logan looks down the sidewalk in front of them. "Being a social worker would help me forget Aaron and being a writer would help me remember my mom."
"Well, Babe, it's not like you have a loan you have to pay back or you have to get out of college after four years. I think you should swing the dual majors." Veronica squeezes Logan's waist a little tighter and looks at his profile carefully. "I know you can do it, Honey. You're so intelligent and creative. You will excel in any career path you choose." They look deep into each other's eyes. "And I'm here to catch you if you don't succeed."
Logan plants a slow, deep kiss on the love of his life's lips then kisses her forehead lightly. "Thanks. You don't know how much your support means to me."
"That's what wives do, Darlin'. And I expect the same support when I decide to be an astronaut." Logan squints his eyes in confusion.
"Trash collector? …Medical examiner? …oh no, no, no! I got it! I'm gonna be an ballet dancer." She smiles endearingly at the thought. "They're so pretty."
"Uh huh." Logan responds. "Somehow I think you probably should've started your dancing career about fifteen years ago, Prima Ballerina."
"Oh, but they have such cute outfits."
They finally reach the Range Rover after their extended walk through campus. The multiple sundresses and bathing beauties had nothing to do with that.
Logan opens the passenger door for Veronica. "Get in the truck, Baryshnikov." Veronica does her best impression of an arabesque and climbs in the Rover. Logan shakes his head, slams the door and heads to the driver's side.
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Veronica is sitting at the coffee table in the living room concentrating on the paper in front of her that is due in a mere three days. She's feeling the pressure of the looming due date and kicking herself for not starting this stupid paper earlier. Her gloomy mood has increased so much that Logan and Dick vacated the Presidential Suite hours ago.
Frustrated with the lack of progress she's making on this paper, Veronica sighs loudly and rests her forehead in her palms.
Her cell phone rings and she reaches her hand out to the pocket-sized device without opening her eyes. "What?" She spreads her bad mood to whoever is on the other end of the phone with a touch of malice.
"Hello to you too, Sweetie." Keith chirps.
Veronica instantly feels bad. She perks up in her seat and apologizes to her father. "Sorry, Dad. I'm not doing so well on a stupid paper that is due in like three days."
"Walk away from it for a bit and then you'll have a better perspective on the situation." Keith advises.
"I tried that already and it's not helping. Now, I just have an unfinished paper, a closer deadline and two more projects hanging over my head. All my profs are piling on the work before break." She exhales with irritation.
"I'm sure you'll get it done in plenty of time, Honey." Keith pauses. "I'm calling you to invite you to the apartment next Wednesday for a big family dinner."
"Are you intending on borrowing someone else's family? The last time I counted there were only three and a half of us."
"Plus Alicia, Wallace and Darryl. That makes six and a half and that's big enough for now." Keith explains.
"Dad, can I pop out this first kid before I get knocked up again?" Veronica snips.
"Veronica! That's not what I meant. Now push that smartass attitude to the side and listen to me." Keith scolds.
"Sorry." She says softly.
"Next Wednesday night, seven o'clock, my house. You don't have to bring anything except my son-in-law and my grandson. Okay?" Keith says sternly.
"Yes, I'll write it down so we don't make other plans." Veronica replies.
"Good. Now get back to your paper and stop being such a crab. Bye." Keith hangs up.
"Thanks Dad. That's real nice. Glad you called. Love you too." Veronica smarts to the dial tone, slaps the phone closed and sticks her tongue out toward the phone in her best bratty attitude.
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"Honey." Veronica whispers.
"Yes, Bobcat." Logan's eyes flutter open slowly.
"I've been thinking a lot about your choice of majors." Veronica exhales and glances up at Logan's face seductively as she kisses his stomach. Her left hand grazes the inside of his naked thigh softly, dancing ever so slightly toward Logan's erection and her right hand rubs circles on his stomach.
The anticipation of Veronica's touch and her breath so close to his skin makes his cock jump. "Now?" He groans.
"Uh huh." Her tongue trails down his stomach to his hip. She leaves a slick line of saliva in the crease where Logan's leg meets his pelvis. Logan moans encouragement.
Veronica's hand slides down from his stomach and cradles his balls tenderly. This makes his eyes open to watch his wife work her magic with her luscious tongue. Her face hovers just above his erection and his patience is failing him quickly.
"I need…" She breathes heavy on his penis then licks the tip. "…some help."
He arches into her pressing his penis to her lips. "You're doing just fine." He groans impatiently.
Her lips wrap around the end of his penis and sink down his hard shaft.
"Oh, yes." Logan growls as he arches into Veronica's mouth.
She bobs up and down slowly and wiggles her tongue around the tip of his penis. He watches his wife devour his erection as he tangles his fingers in her hair.
Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks him in to her mouth deeply and speeds up her pace. "Oh God, Honey." His fingers pull at her hair lightly.
His hips move in unison with her mouth as she sucks harder, moves faster and takes him in deeper.
Veronica continues her ministrations and looks up at Logan's face through her eyelashes in a wickedly sexy way.
The couple lock eyes and Veronica accelerates her assault.
"Sweetie…" Logan moans. "I… I'm… Oh God… Honey…" His fingers grasp her hair more firmly.
Veronica's eyes blink, granting him permission to release. His head falls back onto the expensive sheets of their king-sized bed as every muscle in his body tenses up and every nerve bursts with ecstasy. "Fuck… yes! Oh God!"
She sucks his cock hard as he cums in her mouth and the warm fluid slides down her throat.
Logan breathes heavily, coming down from his orgasm as Veronica licks up and down his penis. She slowly kisses his thigh, his stomach, his chest and eventually his throat.
"Holy shit, Bobcat." Logan regulates his breathing. "Jesus."
Veronica kisses and sucks her husband's neck. "That good?" She purrs in his ear.
His hands caress her bare back softly. "Fuck, yeah." He grins.
"Mmm." She nibbles on his ear. "When your brain is fully functioning again…"
"…you want to talk about picking your major?" He finishes her sentence as he plays with the ends of her hair.
"Uh huh." She kisses his shoulder blade then snuggles into the nook under Logan's arm. "I'm starting to freak out a little bit." She says timidly.
His fingertips graze over Veronica's upper arm and shoulder. "What are you freaking out about, Sweetie?" He glances down at the love of his life. "You don't have to select a major yet, if you don't want to." He kisses the top of her head.
"It just seems like everyone knows what they want to be when they grow up except me." Veronica draws squiggles on Logan's hairy chest.
"What are you thinking about?" He runs his hand down her back softly. "I'm assuming Criminal Justice is in the running?"
Veronica kisses Logan's chest a few times. "Uh huh." Logan squeezes a handful of Veronica's ass cheek firmly.
Logan rolls over on top of his wife, careful not to put too much weight on her stomach, and kisses her neck tenderly. "Then what's the problem?" He plants red, hot kisses down the length of her neck and down her chest to her right breast.
"Mmm." She moans as he sucks on her nipple. "I'm not sure I want to do the FBI thing… oooohh… that feels good…"
His tongue rounds her nipple. "I thought that was your dream?" He kisses delicate skin of her breast.
"It was until…" She giggles when Logan kisses the underside of her breast. He smiles against her skin.
He runs his tongue down her cleavage and back up, looking up at her face with a grin. "Until what?"
She tangles her fingertips in his hair. "Until Dean O'Dell was murdered… mmm… and Tim Foyle…" She moans. "…and Prof. Landry happened." Logan moves to her left breast and sucks her nipple sending tingles over Veronica's body.
His hand tickles her stomach gently as he kisses the white flesh of her breast. Logan shifts his weight to the side a bit. Veronica wraps her legs around his left leg and arches into him.
He pulls her nipple with his teeth as she moans with delight. His tongue flattens out and licks her areola and nipple. He bites the raised nub lightly.
"Oh yeah." Veronica purrs.
Logan lowers his kisses to her stomach and rests his head on Veronica's baby belly, briefly, rubbing his hand in circles. "What do they have to do with the FBI?" He kisses her stomach again and places his ear to her stomach.
"I just had such high expectations of Professor Landry, I just am so disappointed."
Logan kisses his way back up to his wife's face. She loosens the hold she has on Logan's leg and drops her legs to the mattress as he massages her left breast and twists her nipple in his fingertips.
She arches into him and feels his growing erection against her stomach.
"What are the other majors your thinking about?" Logan breathes against her neck as he spreads her legs wider with his knee.
"Mmm… photography, maybe." Veronica gasps as Logan thrusts his rock hard penis into her warmth.
"Oh God, that feels so fuckin' good." Logan pushes deeply into Veronica. He withdraws all of his shaft except the tip and quickly shoves into her again touching her cervix. He lifts off of Veronica and holds himself up with his arms.
"Again… Logan, please." Veronica pleads. He pushes into his wife quickly with force as she moves her hips with him. They move as one as their pace accelerates and their breathing quickens. Their skin is slick with sweat.
Her inner walls tighten on his erection and he moans a low growl.
"I'm close." She whispers.
He grunts and lowers his head to her pink nipple and bites down hard.
"God. Damn. It!" Veronica screams with passion and reaches over her head as her fingers grasp for the headboard. "Oh God! Oh God!"
"Let go, Honey." Logan says in a sultry voice as Veronica's inner walls throb and tighten around Logan's erection. Every nerve pulsates, her vision goes white and Veronica shatters.
She throws her head back into the pillow as she shouts. "OH. GOD! YES! YES! FUCK YES!"
Logan thrusts into her hard and fast two more times and he explodes into his wife. "Oh Fuck! Veronica! Oh my God!"
She pants as he falls on to her body and lifts his hips to pull his drained penis out of her soaked canal. He rolls on to his back next to her and uses the last of his energy to throw his arm over his eyes.
Veronica walks her fingers down the mattress in search of the sheet and pulls it over her cooling body as she curls into Logan's side. "We still got it." She chuckles.
He lowers his arm off of his eyes and pulls her closer to him. "Who needs college when we got this."
"Oh yeah, there's a big need for pregnant women in the porn industry." Veronica says through her glowing smile.
Logan's fingers press in to her waist. "We could make our own movies." He laughs.
"That's all we need is to have the paparazzi get a hold of one of our sex videos." She throws her right leg over Logan's legs. "My dad would be so proud."
"Mmm, I definitely would lose the use of my kneecaps."
"I don't think your kneecaps is what he would aim for." She chuckles.
Logan groans at the thought. "So, a career path in the porn industry is out. You're not feelin' all warm and fuzzy toward the FBI anymore. Photography is all you got?" Logan says in a comical way to lighten Veronica's worries. He looks down at his beautiful wife cuddled into to his side and kisses her hair.
"I just don't know what I want to do for the rest of my life." She says in a low tone twirling a few strands of chest hair into a knot.
He sets his hand on top of hers to stop her fidgeting and intertwines their fingers. "Why do you need a degree to take pictures? You are a phenomenal photographer and you know everything about your camera already. Do you really need to have some over-paid, under-qualified professor to tell you that you take a nice picture?"
"No. I guess not."
"Are you thinking about getting your detective license? You could do that while you're still in school, right?"
"I just have to be eighteen." She ponders his suggestion for a second. "I could probably do that while I'm pregnant, then after I have the baby and I can get back into investigating, I'll already have the license."
"Well, how about, um… let's see… how 'bout Forensic Science? You could be a CSI or a coroner." Logan wrinkles his nose at the thought of all those dead people in a cold basement exam room.
"Criminal Justice I could become a cop or FBI or a lawyer." Veronica smiles at the multiple options opening up to her.
"See, I knew you could figure out what you wanted to be when you grew up." Logan kisses her forehead and closes his eyes.
"Babe?" Veronica says so softly, Logan could barely hear her speak.
He grunts for his wife to continue.
"I think I need to be on top from now on." She continues softly in to his chest.
"Huh?" Logan opens one eye slightly. "Did I hurt you? The baby?" Logan says with worry in his voice.
"No, it's just getting to a point where the baby is getting in the way…" She pauses and lowers her voice further. "…of my pleasure." Veronica curls closer into Logan's chest slightly embarrassed.
Logan chuckles. "I will never leave you high and dry, Sugarpuss."
"I know, I just think it will be better if I'm on top." She smiles up at her husband's face. "We may have to be creative the further along I am get."
"Mmm." He groans in agreement with a smile then his voice turns serious. "I'm not… um… ah… denting… um… the baby when I push into you, am I?"
Veronica laughs. "No. You would have to have a pretty long dick to do that." She laughs again. "The book says even right before I deliver, it's still safe to have sex. The baby isn't going to have a big dent in his head from you pounding into me."
"Good. That would suck if we had to stop having sex just because the baby was getting too big."
"I'm counting on having steamy, hot sex with you for a very long time, Babe." She smiles and burrows into his side.
"I gotta tell you, Honey, I am lovin' being able to have sex with you without any barriers in between us. We are as close as two people can possibly be when we make love. And the assurance of the get out of jail free card is pretty sweet too." Logan speaks honestly.
Veronica's eyelids grow heavy. "Get out of jail card?" She says without opening her eyes.
"Yeah, no worries of getting you pregnant with my super sperm…" The pitch of his voice rises. "…you're already pregnant."
"Mmm, good point." She chuckles softly fading into sleep. "Get out of jail."
Logan hears Veronica's breathing deepen as she falls asleep and he fades into sleep a few minutes later.
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