HS 29 4/12/14

Another delay, sorry again. Wasn't writing much of anything these last few months. It's difficult sometimes to remember what I've written and scenes I've only visualized in my mind since I tend to write scenes as they come to me and have a ton of "notes" documents.

Was driving home tonight and Let her go came on the radio. I went to switch the station, cause I'm tired of that song now, but it's a MacBom song in my mind, so I stopped and a good bit of conversation wrote itself in my mind, including part of a scene in this chapter. There is some serious smut in this and the next chapter, so I may get kicked off of FF if I do look for me on livejournal and maybe AO3.

Recap: School resumes with several new additions. LoVe are going strong, but ghosts of the past are never far behind. Newly engaged Keith is running for Sheriff. Logan makes strides to earning the Paris trip and receives an offer of help dealing with his family and past from his neighbor. Kate's nightmares drive her to the edge and she finally confronts what the dreams may mean, but the truth may be more than she bargained for. Duncan's affair with Kendall continued past warnings to both to stop, but eventually Duncan decides to start reconnecting with old friends and his high school life. Wallace likes Jackie and thinks they have moved from dating to exclusive, but the friction between Jackie and V makes things difficult and only gets worse when Jackie is a suspect in who is leaking negative info on Logan to the press. Dick's interest in Mac continues to grow, causing friction with Enbom, and making Mac face down the hard choice of moving on, going back or going it alone. After run ins with both Lizzy and Nash, Meg ends her relationship with Richie, but Nash is sending mixed signals. Logan is suspicious about Veronica's secrecy (planning his birthday) and vows to find her out, so she recruits his friends to throw up a smoke screen. A fracture in Veronica's friendship with Wallace opens, but leads to Wallace opening his eyes to see Jackie a bit clearer. An explosion rocks Neptune High leaving emergency services scrambling and seven students in various states of health. The mole is revealed, Kate's fundraiser happens and Logan's surprise birthday weekend goes off without any (much) drama, despite a freshly single Enbom deciding that Mac is the one he wants even as she grows closer to Dick.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Chapter 29: Crazy Love

(Sunday, October 23, cont.)

In Chicago, Keith and Alicia capped off a day of touring the city including a boat ride on the Chicago River, a perfect vantage point for the city's breathtaking skyline and many bridges.

Alicia: Veronica sounded happy earlier.

Keith: She was with Shiloh, she's always happy when she gets to be with her sister.

Alicia: And Logan.

Keith: And Logan. As much as it pains me.

Alicia: You like him.

Keith: Liking him and wanting my daughter to date him are different things. (Alicia shot Keith an amused look.) Like how you think Jackie has some good points but don't want Wallace to date her any more than Veronica does.

Alicia: At least I know not to show it.

Keith smiled.

Keith: Your son likes complicated women.

Alicia: And your daughter likes overly protective men who are big teddy bears at heart. (pausing) They're pretty great kids.

Keith: Yeah, well, they had good parents.

Alicia nodded and smiled, but Keith could see some strain around the edges. Assuming it had to be due to Leanne's continuing struggle to be a present parent, let alone a good parent, Keith let it go. Alicia had never had anything but praise and affection in her tone and words when describing her former husband, Wallace and Darrel's father.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

At the Sinclair residence Cheryl called the girls down to dinner, but after a few minutes none of the three had made an appearance. Walking up the stairs, she smiled at the sight of Mac and Lauren sitting on Lauren's bed, both studying the placement of Lauren's fingers on the second hand guitar Mac had brought as a gift.

Mac: There, I think that's it. Try strumming it.

Lauren looked doubtful but did as her older sister said, smiling sunnily as the sound that resulted was even and in the right tone.

Lauren: We got it.

Mac: You got it.

Lauren: This is harder than I thought it would be.

Cheryl: We can see about getting you lessons, if you decide to continue. But for right now, it's dinner time. Have either of you seen Madison?

The looks she received from her biological daughters were so similar that they reduced the sting of disappointment at Madison's continued refusal to be part of their uniquely blended family.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Logan and Veronica arrived home at the beach house to find a medium sized box waiting on his front porch.

Veronica: Who's it from?

Logan: Me.

Veronica: No, I know it's for you, birthday boy, who's it from?

Logan: Me.

Veronica: You got yourself a gift.

Logan grinned, his eyes sweeping down her body.

Veronica: You got yourself a gift that I would probably not allow you to get for me.

Logan shrugged.

Logan: You have to admit. This wish is genius.

Veronica: Lesson learned. All future wishes will be limited.

Logan: This one has a end date.

Her smile softened.

Veronica: Well, let's see it. Wait. When did you order this? You just made that wish…

Logan: Last night, overnight delivery is a beautiful thing.

-Flashback

Previous night. Logan rounded the side of his house to Matt's side yard, his phone in his hand as he selected a black lace bra from La Perla's website. He looked up as whispered voices reached his ear.

Spotting a few girls in flapper dresses he looked closer easily recognizing Jackie, Alexis and the girl who was always talking incessantly about how people needed to protect animals.

Logan: Ladies.

Logan turned away, ignoring the fact that they were obviously snorting cocaine off a small round makeup mirror.

-End Flashback

—VM—LoVe—VM—

At the Sinclairs, Madison pushed away her plate after only having taken a few bites.

Madison: Can I be excused?

It was a question but her tone was so surly it negated any politeness in the question.

Cheryl: Not if you're just going to go back to your room.

Madison: Well then it's a good thing I have somewhere to be. (Bo raised his eyebrow in question.) I have community service. You know, trying to make myself into a better person so the judge might take pity on me since neither of you (she completely ignored her biological parents) are willing to help me prove my innocence.

Bo: Fine, you can go.

Madison stomped off, slamming the front door behind her.

Mac: I thought she couldn't go anywhere but home and school?

Cheryl: It was modified when she started volunteering at Sheriff's Foundation for Children.

Mac frowned, not believing that Madison would volunteer for anything that didn't get her something she valued, like control or popularity.

Cheryl: Were those new jeans?

Lauren: Yes, but I don't know how, all she does is complain about how you won't give her money.

Mac frowned, hesitating to add fuel to the fire.

Mac: I think I do, but maybe I should tell you later without Ryan and Lauren around.

Cheryl: I think we've had enough secrets in this family. I'll take the truth, no matter how painful.

Mac told them how Madison had been selling stories on Logan to the tabloids, seeing the hard realization that their daughter hadn't learned anything from the ordeal of her arrest for vehicular assault.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Later that night Veronica sat cuddled into Logan's side as they watched a movie in his living room. She was dressed in a tiny pair of black panties and matching bra with a cut up muscle shirt of his offering paltry coverage. Veronica had no idea what was happening in the movie and it wasn't because it had a complicated plot. It was because Logan kept touching her, running his hands over her thighs, stomach, neck and arms. She squirmed yet again, as his hand slid up her leg, his fingers dragging over her sensitive inner thigh. She had no idea how he was even pretending to watch the movie, but except for a few glances at her when she made a little noise (protesting or pleading) he was focused on the screen.

She took a deep breath and held it in as his hand brushed against the wet lace between her legs, but he seemed unaware, leaving his hand settled against her trembling and pulsing arousal.

Veronica: (raspy) Logan.

He glanced over at her and she could see that he had finally lost his relaxed air, his eyes burning into hers. Despite that intensity his voice was casual when he replied.

Logan: You need something?

Her breath rushed out in a shaky exhalation.

Veronica: Yeah. Don't you?

She shot a pointed look at his tented pajama pants.

Logan: (idly, but with an edge of need and amusement) Movie's almost done.

He pulled his hand away from her, brushing the side of his palm against her and making her gasp. Sliding his arm around her he lifted her into his lap, positioning her so her head was on his shoulder and her legs were parted widely around his. Cupping both her breasts he shifted her higher in his lap so his erection was nestled between her mostly bare buttcheeks, but released the sensitive globes quickly.

Veronica: (plaintive) Is this revenge for Friday?

Logan: (softly) Revenge? Why would I need revenge? I had a good time on Friday.

She trembled in his lap as his fingers trailed down her stomach under the fabric of the shirt she was wearing, making her muscles jump erratically.

Veronica: Then why…

Logan: Anything I want, right?

Veronica: (hissing as he drew a straight line back and forth between her legs, teasing her to her breaking point) Yes... but why…

He pressed a kiss into her temple, shifting her in his lap again so she could see his face.

Logan: I remembered what you said about liking it when I'm on the edge of my control, or out of control, with you. I thought we could try it with you out of control.

As he explained, his hands never stopped moving, electrifying every nerve ending in her body.

Veronica: But-

Logan: Shh. I'm trying to watch the movie.

She huffed out a breath, but settled back against him, trying to relax and take the seductive torture, not saying aloud that she never felt in control when he touched her.

VVO: Control. Having it, letting it go. Giving it to someone else. For people like me and Logan that's a big aphrodisiac. The ultimate aphrodisiac.

Before the end credits even began to roll, Logan had stood up with Veronica dangling from his arm which was banded around her middle. He walked her over to the kitchen island pushing the bag of pool day supplies to the ground in an impatient sweep of his arm.

Stepping between her legs he kissed her hard as her hands grasped at his pants, untying them and pushing them down his legs quickly for once ignoring the coldness of the stone countertop against her heated flesh.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

When the Mackenzies arrived home, they also found a deliver on the front porch, a life potted lavender plant with an note card. Sam picked it up, looking at it curiously then handed it to Mac without a word.

Mac: What?

Sam: It's for you.

Mac: How do you know, the card doesn't say anything.

Sam: It's for you.

Mac: Mom could have a secret admirer. You don't know.

Natalie: It's for you.

Ryan: That's gross.

Natalie: It's lavender. It's beautiful.

Ryan: Gross. Dick's a cool guy, but he's sending you flowers? Pathetic.

Natalie: Wait until you like a girl. See if you don't change your mind fast enough.

Ryan: As if.

Natalie smiled softly as Ryan went to his room muttering about pride and how girls made boys dumb.

Natalie: Lavender.

Mac: Yeah, lavender. Do you want to see the card?

Natalie: No, I can guess what it says.

Mac: How?

Natalie: Lavender. Used to symbolize love and devotion, friendship and longevity, peace and harmony.

Mac: How do you know that?

Natalie: He's written to tell you he made a mistake. He still loves you, but he'll wait for you to decide. He wants to be friends again, no more disagreements or tension between you.

Mac's frowned, ripping open the letter, and seeing that John had written exactly that, in a few more words.

Mac: How did you…

Natalie: Sweetie, I've seen both those boys look at you. I know. It wasn't so long ago-

Mac: Mom!

Natalie: Alright, sorry. Cindy, honey. You're young and beautiful and so smart and interesting. There are good points to both of your suitors.

Mac: (scoffing) Suitors?

Natalie: Use whatever word you like, but my point is that you don't have to decide, sweetie. Not tonight, not this week, not even next month if you don't want to. Pick or don't pick. But don't do it because anyone else makes you choose.

Mac nodded. Veronica had told her to choose, but really Veronica had just wanted Mac to figure it out for herself. Veronica had wanted Mac to be honest and clear so when the time came she know what she wanted and both boys knew where she stood.

Mac: I told Dick we could date. I'm not ready for more than that. And I'm not ready to just be friends with John anymore, no matter what flowers he sends.

Natalie: OK. Sounds like you have this figured out.

Mac: If I gave John a second chance, I would never be sure of him, because I could never forget. I would never be sure he would stay when things got hard, because let's face it life is not the bowl of proverbial cherries or full of happy endings like Disney tried to teach us. I can forgive him, I think I have already forgiven him, but I can't forget. I don't want to forget.

Natalie: Yet.

Mac: What?

Natalie: You can't forget yet. And you can't give him a second chance yet. But that may change. I don't want you to commit yourself to one boy if you have feelings for another, so just dating is good. But I don't want you to deal with the guilt of hurting either of them or yourself. So pick one, or neither. Or don't pick at all. I just want you to be happy.

Mac: I'm in high school. Happy is a bit of an overreach.

Natalie shook her head, but was smiling. She knew her daughter was generally content, never really happy unless she'd just achieved something with her computers that Natalie would never understand. But in the past year Mac had come out of her shell, making friends, going out, dating. The world was opening up for her, and Natalie didn't want to see Mac shut doors that didn't need to be shut.

Natalie: Dick seems to make you happy.

Mac: Dick does make me happy. It's hard because they're friends. But I've told both of them where I stand.

Natalie: Of course you have, you're so much smarter than I am.

Natalie walked inside, setting her purse on the table that Ryan habitually knocked over at least once every few weeks.

Mac: Mom.

Natalie: (turning back) Yeah?

Mac: Thanks, you're pretty smart too.

Natalie: Of course sweetie, that's what mothers are for.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Later, Logan and Veronica were lying in bed the sheet pushed down so his hands had access to her bare back as she laid partly on his chest, with her chin propped up on her folded hands so she could see his face as they snuggled and talked softly. Light from a few candles placed around the room cast shadows over their faces, the feeling intimate and the kind of relaxed you feel after a long but fun weekend.

Veronica: Tell me something I don't know.

Logan: About sex, us or me?

Veronica: Your choice.

Logan hesitated, but seemed to be thinking so Veronica waited.

Logan: I kinda like… that I'm the only guy you've been with. (hurried) And I know that that makes me a caveman or a Neanderthal and probably offends your feminist-

She reached out and laid her fingers over his mouth stopping his rush of defensive words with a soft smile.

Veronica: It's OK. And, that wasn't really something I didn't know.

Logan subsided, his tension fading as quickly as it had appeared.

Logan: Your turn.

Veronica: Oh. Wow. OK, you're really taking advantage of this wish. While you gave me a great birthday, I think I may have undershot.

Logan: There's always next year.

Veronica smiled, her heart melting a little at his casual assumption that they would still be together at the end of the following summer.

Veronica: OK, a secret from me… (She pursed her lips then nodded as she landed on one she was willing to share.) OK, along the same vein. I don't really mind some of your more benign possessiveness.

Logan: (eyebrows shooting up) You don't?

Veronica: The little things. Not you reacting to me just talking to some guy or thinking your opinion about how I dress or where I go should actually affect how I dress or where I go.

Logan: Yeah, OK, I get that. But given the parameters of this wish, you should know… your outfits for the next two days… will be chosen by me.

She looked resigned but smiled softly, the demand not unexpected.

Veronica: (overblown sweetness) As long as you remember my rules for your wishes.

Logan: Do you remember that that wishes are wishes and don't involve negotiation?

Veronica: We're still us, Logan.

Logan: (low and raspy) Anyway, anytime, anywhere. Do those things seem at all negotiable?

Veronica: I can't believe I agreed to that.

He lifted his head to kiss her and she shifted, her position slithering up until she could press her mouth to his easily.

She settled back against him, glancing at the clock, surprised to see it was only nine o'clock.

Logan: Tired?

Veronica: Yeah, but in a good way.

She looked at him through her lashes, too content to be more than amused at his smug look. He'd made her come twice on the counter, and again with his fingers in the shower when they'd first gotten home.

Logan: Your turn.

Veronica frowned, unable to suppress the nonverbal protest that it was, in fact, his turn if they were taking turns.

Veronica: Um, OK, earlier…

Logan: Yeah?

Veronica: You know that I am never in control when we're doing that, right?

Logan: Never?

Memories flashed in her mind of the summer, when he hadn't be allowed to touch her. They'd been creative in their interpretation of "touch" and she had enjoyed the control she'd had then. It was also probably why she liked being on top.

Veronica: Rarely.

Logan: You might not be in control, but you're not what I would call out of control all that often.

Veronica: I'm too tired to try to define in and out of control right now, so in the spirit of cooperation, I'll agree with that.

Logan grinned and even without looking at him she knew it.

Veronica: So will you be requiring more of my cooperation tonight, or can we try to catch up on some sleep?

Logan: You must be tired if you're not even going to demand that I take my turn.

Veronica: I'll just close my eyes while you tell me something then.

He felt her body softening against his, slowing the movement of his hand as it brushed the smooth skin of her back.

Logan: Something you don't know.

He waited until her breathing had evened out.

Logan: I can't imagine my life without you. The only reason I would ever walk away from you is if it were the best thing for you, but I hope that day never comes.

(Monday, October 24)

Veronica woke up just after midnight, the movement from the still flickering candles pulling her from a light sleep phase. She stretched, feeling the languid pull of overused muscles and tender skin. They had shifted in their sleep so that Logan was spooning her. She smiled slowly, the feel of his skin with its light covering of rough body hair familiar and comforting. Rolling over she pressed soft kisses to his chin and mouth, her smile growing wider as he responded to her even asleep.

Veronica studied his face for a few minutes, the three hours of sleep leaving her awake, but unmotivated to get out of bed even to blow out the candles. Logan shifted in his sleep, reaching out for her. His hand found her ribcage and slid up to her breast before he stilled again. She responded to his touch, both her nipples tightening instantly, making her aware of the faint but persistent pulse of arousal in her veins.

Her expression sharpened, her mind considering. Rationally she knew she should just go back to sleep. She imagined that the next few days would be tiring for her. Pleasurable, but tiring nonetheless. Veronica was a rational creature, logic was her shield and her weapon. But she didn't need either in the moment, and decided to let emotion and physical need rule the day.

She traced the line of his jaw, then trailed her finger down his neck and out to his shoulder along his collarbone. By the time she reached his fingers his slumberous brown eyes were open, blinking his way to awareness.

Veronica: (whispering) Happy Birthday.

Logan twisted his head looking at the alarm clock, seeing that it was after midnight and officially his birthday.

Logan: Thanks.

She shifted her fingers over his abs, then circled his flat brown nipples, seeing his body react to her.

Veronica: So I've heard that it's appropriate in 09er circles to offer up a blowjob as birthday presents. And to be honest, (she affected regret) I've already given you all the gifts I had planned, so…

Logan smiled slowly, his hand cupping her cheek.

Logan: Well you did wake me up, and it is officially my birthday…

He rolled onto his back when she pushed at his chest, letting her climb astride him, shifting back so she was sitting on his legs.

Logan let her get started, his fingers threaded through her silky blonde hair, gently nudging her to do it the way he liked best, but long before he felt the telltale tingle at the base of his spine he smoothly disengaged her, pulling her up until her mouth meet his. Settling her over top of him, he laid back and watched as the candles illuminated her in a golden light as she braced herself on his chest and took him into her body.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Logan had planned to be up early Monday morning, waking her up in the way he liked best, but since she'd woke him up during the night he let her sleep until the alarm went off, waking her with a cup of coffee and a pop tart instead.

They'd showered together, washing each other with sudsy hands before he'd lifted her leg up and wrapped it around his waist sliding into her smoothly.

Rubbing the towel over her legs as she towel dried her hair, Logan glanced up and focused on her necklace. He traced the curve of the chain, before toying with the two pendants that dangled from it, the diamond Lilly had given her on her 16th birthday and the pearl carved into a spiral circled by platinum that he'd given her for her last birthday.

Logan: I still owe you a birthday present.

Veronica paused, then tossed the towel aside as she realized what he meant. He'd given her gifts to make up for the gifting occasions they'd missed while they had been enemies. He'd given her a trip to Big Bear that they hadn't gotten to take due to one of his lies causing a temporary rift

Veronica: I think we're all good on the past, Logan. No presents required.

Logan: I should get you something this week.

Veronica: When I can't say no?

Logan: Exactly.

He stood up and flicked his finger under her chin, appreciating her apparent comfort with their nakedness for the moment.

Veronica: Can I make a request?

Logan: You can request anything, what I deliver…

Veronica: Let's do something.

Logan: (teasing) We just did something, or do I need to refresh your memory?

Veronica: Take a trip or something.

Logan: (kissing her lightly) I can probably arrange that.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Standing at her locker, Veronica smiled at Wallace as he told her about Backup's antics over the weekend.

Wallace: I dunno what I'm going to tell my mom about her flowers.

Logan: I'll buy her some more. And pay for a gardener. (Logan's gaze burned into Veronica.) Trust me, any expense is worth it.

Wallace flinched, but Veronica was too used to Logan's suggestive remarks to react with more than a look. A hush fell in the hall before Wallace could beat a hasty retreat, and all three turned to see Marcos Oliveres walking down the corridor slowly.

Wallace: Hey, wasn't that kid…

Veronica: In the science building when it exploded. Yeah.

Marcos walked slowly, but besides a few bruises and some gauze bandages that Veronica assumed covered burns on his arms and neck, he seemed OK.

Wallace: Could you imagine inhaling all those chemicals? And the smoke.

Logan sent a warning gaze at Wallace who grimaced, recalling that Keith had been burned and suffered smoke inhalation after the confrontation with Aaron Echolls.

Veronica: At least he walked away. Peter Ferrer is still in the hospital in bad condition.

Wallace: Another kid in a coma?

Veronica: No, he's awake. And in pain.

Wallace: (muttering) I'd take the coma.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Veronica entered Journalism, surprised that Logan wasn't waiting for her at the door.

Shawnee (Kate's friend): Oh, Veronica, hey.

Veronica: Hi Shawnee.

Shawnee: I wanted to say thanks.

Veronica: No problem, I'm glad you had a good time at the party.

Shawnee: What? No, I mean yes, I had fun, and I loved my dress. But what I meant was thanks for helping Kate find out … what she found out. I mean, that was really… nice of you. Especially after… (bright smile) Well, maybe that's better left unsaid.

Veronica: Maybe.

Shawnee: And could you tell Logan that Rams has his raffle prize? OK, great, thanks!

Shawnee walked to a computer station, sitting down to start her weekly column, the scintillating and introspective list of upcoming events. Veronica looked around for Logan and knew he had to be planning or preparing something. Deciding to take the brief reprieve to get some more information on the science building explosion, Veronica told Ms. Dumas she was going to talk to Clemmons.

Exiting the school office empty handed, her fishing expedition shut down before she got through her first question, Veronica found Logan waiting for her in the hall.

Logan: I lost you there for a minute.

Veronica: Not even close.

Logan smiled, taking her hand and leading her down the hall, away from their journalism classroom.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

Neptune High's theatre green room. Logan had Veronica bent over the couch, fucking her from behind. Her arms were braced on the back of the couch, one of his arms circling her hips, pulling her back into each of his thrusts, the large mirror reflecting their image back to them.

Veronica: God, Logan, please.

Without pausing his movements, his gaze met hers in the mirror and he questioned her wants.

Logan: Tell me, Veronica... (breathing hard) Tell me what you want.

Both were completely naked, though getting her undressed had been easy given his choice for her outfit of the day, a color-block dress with spaghetti straps and a draw string waist that reached mid-thigh. His gaze was locked on her dangling breasts, the swaying pink tips calling out to him, a siren call he was helpless to resist. He moved his free hand to her breast, squeezing it roughly, knowing she was beyond caring if he was a little too rough with her. Wanting to leave his mark on her.

She whimpered in response and he grinned darkly.

Logan: Deeper, harder, faster, change the angle… just tell me what you want.

Veronica: I need… I need to come, Logan… please.

Logan: Beg me.

Veronica: Please, Logan. Please.

He pulled her hips higher, forcing her onto her toes, and thrust into her deeply, bottoming out in her heated body.

Veronica: Yes!

He withdrew until just the thick head of his shaft was inside her, pausing there.

Logan: You want me to make you come?

She tried to shift backwards, tried to get more of him inside of her where she needed him, but she was basically hanging from his arm and had no ability to move herself at that point.

Veronica: Yes.

Logan: Now?

He pushed inside just enough so that he was pressing against her g-spot.

Veronica: (sobbing) Yes.

Logan: And then you'll beg me to make you come again, won't you?

Veronica: Yes…

He smiled, deeply satisfied, and thrust into her, pushing her forward with their joined bodies until she was laying over the back of the couch, her face in the seat cushion. With both his hands wrapped around her upper thighs, holding her at just the right height and angle, he thrust into her, earning a pleasured cry from her. He kept going, plunging into her again and again, as her cries and the sound of their labored breathing filled the room.

He felt her body pulse around him, a thin cry escaping her lips, but kept thrusting slowly and shallowly, drawing out her orgasm until he saw her push off the couch with her arms, her hair messy and in her face, letting him know he could start moving in earnest again.

Glancing at the mirror, now mostly useless for his purposes because Veronica was hidden in the couch, Logan had an idea. Heaving her up into a standing position, she mewed as the change of angle made her inner muscles contract, then stretch to fit him again. Keeping himself buried deep in her depths, his hips snuggled up to her bottom, he slid his hands down her thighs.

Logan: Put your legs over the back of the couch.

He tugged on one leg and she obeyed without question, whimpering as her sheath tightened with the movement. Once she was sitting on the back of the couch, Logan brushed his hands over her inner thighs before pulling them farther apart, inching her backwards until she would have fallen without his support.

Logan: I love to watch us together.

His fingers danced over her clit lightly, then slid down to where he filled her. She whimpered and squirmed, finding that she couldn't draw more of him into her, only able to move side to side.

Logan: You like it too, don't you? Admit it, Veronica. You like to watch me fucking your pretty pussy. You love to see my hands on you, leaving marks on you. Tell me what you like best… when I come inside you, your hot little body squeezing me so perfectly or when I make you come, your busy little mind silent except for my name echoing through your consciousness.

Reaching up and wrapping one hand around his neck she stretched her torso out for his gaze, pulling him down for a kiss at the same time, cutting off his dirty talk.

Veronica: Logan, enough talking.

He couldn't see where they were joined but he could see the rest of her and that was good enough. Logan began to thrust, hard and fast, her breasts bouncing up and down with each impact. Veronica saw his gaze focused on her chest, and reached for one of his hands, both of which were holding her waist, keeping her supported since her hips were hanging over the back of the couch, allowing him to thrust into her freely without bumping into the hard back of the couch. She drew his hand upwards to cover her breast, and he squeezed it, molding the flesh to his will before releasing it so he could repeat the move with the other.

Logan kept moving into her steadily and Veronica wondered if he was ever going to come, her own body ready for another release.

Veronica: Logan, please. Don't stop.

Her legs had closed a bit and he tugged them wider again, then moved his fingers back to her slit, rolling her clit with a steady pressure until she came again, his own orgasm just seconds behind hers.

Several minutes later, Veronica shifted uncomfortably, the hard back of the couch cutting off the blood supply to her legs, but as she tried to stand up, letting him slip out of her, she felt his hands tighten on her hips, but he didn't try to stop her from standing. Turning around to face him, she saw that his expression was intense with desire.

Veronica: (unsure) Logan…

Logan: You can't renege on a wish Veronica.

Veronica: But…

She didn't say it but it was obvious that he wasn't ready to perform again quite so soon.

Logan: Are you sore?

VVO: A little, but I knew that was going to be a perpetual thing when I agreed to this wish.

She shook her head.

Logan: Last spring…

Veronica: So long ago.

Logan: (smiling and kissing her quickly) Yes, we discussed conducting an experiment to prove that women can orgasm, nearly endlessly, given the proper… stimulation.

Veronica: (tilting her head) I vaguely recall. That was about the same time that you mentioned wanting to make sure I always remembered the feeling –

Logan: Of me inside you? I definitely recall.

He ran his hands up her sides, palming both her breasts, rewarded when her nipples stiffed into tight points again at his touch.

Veronica: (ponderous) Are we working towards both goals today? 'Cause…

Logan: (grinning) Ambitious. I like that in a woman.

She smiled and rested her hands on his shoulders, her elevated position (standing on the couch) making her taller than him for once.

Veronica: I guess this is as good a time as any we're going to get.

Logan: And place. Unless you want me to fuck you on our lunch table.

Veronica: No.

Logan: No. Well, there goes another dream, crushed.

He grinned and stepped forward so he could take one of her breasts into his mouth. Veronica buried her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, loving the feel of his tongue, one second rough, the next velvety, against the soft skin of her chest. He increased the suction and she arched her back, her fingernails digging into his scalp as he left another hickey on her pale flesh.

Withdrawing from her, he looked at the mark, this one just to the side of her nipple, with no small amount of possessive pride. She tilted his face up and studied his expression thoughtfully and Logan expected her to complain, he'd agreed to stop after all, but to his surprise she merely shifted his mouth to her other breast and he gleefully took it between his teeth, biting down with more force than he usually did. She gasped but didn't push him away and Logan laved his tongue over the wounded area, then sucked on it, knowing that he was leaving another mark, and this one would last even longer than the others due to the bite.

She already had a mark from his mouth just below her hip bone, another deliberate hickey, and several bruises on her hips and thighs where he'd gripped her repeatedly over the previous 48 hours. She'd told him that morning to be more careful, not because they hurt, but because she didn't want people to see. Logan had refrained from saying that he wouldn't mind if people saw. She would mind, and he had to respect that. But apparently that only extended to hickeys and marks that might show, and since summer was over that gave Logan a fair amount of leeway.

Wrapping his arms around her he lifted her off the couch and set her down between him and it. She was curious about what position he'd want next, and soon found out and he inched her back so she was sitting on the back of the couch again, only this time facing him. It wasn't a comfortable position, and she was about to complain when he thrust his fingers into her without warning.

Veronica: Logan!

He sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her hard as he stroked her slick sheath. After a few minutes he peeled her hands off his shoulders, shifting her backwards. She grabbed onto his arm as he eased he down until she was draped over the couch, her head resting on the seat cushion, her torso along the back of the couch and her legs dangling over the other side. He eased a third finger into her, twisting them so he was stimulating her g-spot directly, making her whimper loudly.

Veronica felt awkward, but she could see him in the mirror and he looked blissful. Logan held her thigh tightly with his left hand, keeping her leg to the side as he worked her towards another orgasm.

Logan: (roughly demanding tone) Tell me when you're about to come.

Veronica didn't question it, just nodded and gasped as he brushed her clit with his thumb.

Veronica: Won't… won't be long now.

Logan grinned darkly, feeling her inner muscled tremble around his fingers each time he maneuvered them into her. He loved seeing her like this, laid bare by desire, her world shrunken down to him and how he could make her feel. It wasn't just desire for him, it was need. He needed her, and he wanted her to need him just as much. In their lives, she didn't. Not really, not like he needed her. But here, in bed, or wherever he convinced her to let him into her body, he could make her need him, could revel in the fact that no one had ever made her feel like he made her feel. Here, in moments like these, she needed him. She needed him. She trusted him to strip her naked at school, fuck her over a couch, and then spread her open and make her come again.

Veronica: (panting) Logan… now… Any… second… now.

Logan: Open your eyes.

She did as he commanded, and that too gave him a thrill. She was open to him in every way. He pulled his fingers out, thrusting into her deeply now that his body had recovered for round two. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, his length filling her tightly. She fought to keep her eyes open and on his, knowing he liked that, wanted the connection. As soon as she shut them, her mind losing focus as another orgasm ripped through her, he shifted his gaze to lock onto where they were joined.

Rocking his hips into her shallowly until her orgasm faded, he focused on maintaining his control and committing to memory every moment of the encounter. Veronica's body slowly slumped, the tension fading from her muscles, letting her legs fall open even more.

Logan altered her position, bending her knees and pushing her legs up and out to the sides, his eyes still locked on where they were connected. She muttered a protest as her muscles pulled uncomfortably tight. Immediately his molten gaze shifted to her face, and he stopped moving altogether.

Veronica: (reassuring) You don't have to stop, I don't want you to stop. Just let me…

She curled one leg around his back in a more comfortable position for her and murmured her approval when he shifted her other leg so it was draped over his arm, his hand curling around her waist.

Veronica: (sighing) That's better.

Logan: (tense) Are you sure?

Veronica: I'm sure.

She smiled and deliberately tightened her inner muscles around his length. Logan eased out of her, making sure she was stable, her lower back resting on the back of the couch, her legs wrapped around him keeping her in place when her pressed forward into her, seeing no sign of discomfort on her face this time. He shifted his gaze back to the slick pink flesh that gripped him closely.

Veronica: Enjoying… the view?

He pinched her clit and smirked as she cried out loudly.

Logan: Absolutely.

He increased the speed of his thrusts and her breasts bounced, dangling from her chest. He watched them for a minute, then her face, filled with pleasure, before returning his eyes to where his shaft slid into her body, disappearing inch by inch into her depths.

Veronica: (breathless) I think… that we're pretty close… to proving at least one of our theories.

Logan smiled, more a baring of teeth, his desire clearly reflected in the tension of his facial muscles as he kept his thrusts smooth and even, not pushing as far into her as he knew he could at this angle. Not yet.

Logan: You know … how you prove a theory…

She nodded, arching her back as he began thrusting more deeply, reaching between her legs with his free hand to spread her folds wider, letting him better see the slide of flesh against flesh. Demand and acceptance. She pulsed around him and he knew she would come again soon.

Veronica: You.. have to… test it.

Logan: Over and over again.

—VM—LoVe—VM—

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