A/N – The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that. All the crazy OCs that you could do without (but I couldn't), those are mine

Chapter 34

He hurried to clear the table, as she made her way laughing out the door.

Logan took the trash out and meet Veronica as she and Chet walked back through the parking lot. Taking her free hand in his, he ran his thumb over her knuckles. Instead of turning back to the condo's door, the couple walked across the side street to a neighborhood park. The southern Nevada heat was slightly less oppressive now that the sun was down. The sound of traffic from the larger road was muffled and the buzz of cicadas seemed louder here. Veronica unclipped Chet once they were in the fenced dog area, and the rottie happily ran into the darkness.

Veronica turned into Logan's arms and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck. He obliged her wordless entreaty and bent his head for a kiss. Their lips met tenderly, hers soft and feather light, his more forceful but still conveying reverence. Veronica parted hers first, her tongue flicking out to tickle the edge of his mouth, encouraging Logan to deepen the kiss. He pulled her closer, enjoying the feel of her small body pressed to him. When they finally broke apart, they were both restless.

"I love you," Veronica said quietly. The words rang in Logan's ears. It didn't matter how often she said it, each time felt like the first, a beautiful reaffirmation of something he had felt, but hadn't been able to name since the first time he saw her in pig tails and knee socks at 12-years old. He tightened his arms again, and lifted her from the ground, swinging her in a circle. Logan peppered her face with kisses, as Chet returned to dance around them, chasing Veronica's dangling feet.

They fell in a tangled heap, dizzy and laughing. Chet pounced, all wiggling but and licking tongue. They rubbed her head affectionately, and as one decided it was time to head back to the condo.

~~MaDe~~

"So, Sin-deeee," Dick drew out her name in a way that made Mac tingle in anticipation. "Did you tell Veronica of your morning self-help session?"

She blushed, "You know I didn't. I can't imagine what I was thinking. It must be pregnancy hormones."

"Yeah it is," Dick laughed, "but temporary hormones, or just a deep down desire. You let me know babe, and I will find a way to help you get that itch scratched. Cause, seriously, that is just hot."

Mac struggled to change the subject, "How did you manage to get out of dinner with my parents? Am I going to have smooth feathers for you ditching them two meals in a row?"

"Nah, I just promised them something better in exchange." He winked at her through the video connection. "Lunch with you and their future grandchild tomorrow. Oh, and it is on a boat. We are borrowing Logan's yacht."

"Logan still has a yacht?" Mac's question was slightly muffled as she paused midway in pulling her shirt over her head.

"Of course he does babe, how else could I borrow it?" Dick answered her question with a question. "But more importantly, what are you doing right now? You are out of frame."

Mac laughed, "I am changing into pjs and getting ready for bed."

"Pajamas?!" Dick sounded offended, "I didn't even know you owned such things. Leave them off and take the computer to bed with you."

"Dick, I am a guest here, and you know I am not quiet." Mac's protests were weak though, as she climbed into bed topless, setting the computer on her lap.

"Mmm, the girls look bigger from this angle. I might have to measure them when you get home. Are they growing yet?"

Mac fondled herself thoughtfully, rubbing her hands across her creamy orbs. "No, I don't really think so. But, that's normal right? I think the sites say that doesn't happen until later in the pregnancy, when I start getting closer to lactating." While her conversation was almost clinical, her hands kept massaging and squeezing. Her finger tips pulling her nipples into hard buds.

She was distracted by Dick's guttural moan. "Babe, that is so hot. Let me watch you tonight. Please?" She smiled into the webcam on the top of the laptop. Deliberately, Mac set the computer aside and climbed off the bed out of the screen. She could hear his whimpering pout as she wiggled out of her jeans and panties, leaving them where they fell on the floor. Mac climbed back in bed, this time spreading her legs and resting the laptop between them on the sheets. Dick had an unobstructed view of her breasts and glistening core.

"Oh yeah," he moaned. Mac could hear rustling as he stood, the sound of a zipper being pulled down and shorts being pushed down. When he came back in focus, she was greeted by the sight of his toned abs, sun-kissed skin and fine blond hairs barely visible across the connection. His cock was at full attention, and he rubbed a hand down it lazily. "Close your eyes babe, and imagine what I am going to do to you when you get home."

Dick's voice dropped lower, and its melodic quality lulled Mac into a willing sex-trance. She moaned as her fingers slide in rhythm to his words.

~~LoVe~~

Veronica and Logan entered the condo quietly, not wanting to disturb Mac in case she was sleeping. Chet went directly to her water dish in the kitchen and after a few slobbery licks, plopped onto the cool tiles. Veronica smiled indulgently at her dog, and then was distracted by a sound from down the hall.

Her hand went to her gunbelt, and she whispered urgently, "Logan." Part of her brain argued about the response, knowing that it was irrational, but her speeding heart refused to let her relax. Logan put his body in front of her and moved quietly down the hall. He came back to her a second later, smirking. Taking both her hands, he led her part way down the hall and then pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply.

Veronica could hear clearly now, the sounds were coming from the guestroom. Mac was moaning, "Oh Richard, oh…so good." When Logan let her up for air, Veronica was blushing deep red. He smirked and bent his head to nibble at her neck, one hand roaming up underneath her shirt. The moaning and other soft noises continued from behind the other door. Veronica squirmed out of Logan's grasp and made a dash for their bedroom.

Once they were both inside, she closed the door behind them. "Oh my god!" Veronica exclaimed, "Mac was, we could hear her!" Her blush was still a fiery red. What if she heard me this morning!

Logan was grinning at her, waiting for her to settle down. He kicked off his shoes and socks and pulled his shirt over his head. Veronica put herself on autopilot, locking the Glock in her gun safe, and starting the process of undressing. "It is just embarrassing," she finally muttered.

"No it isn't Bobcat. It is hot, like live action porn." Logan pulled her closer to him, and helped tugged her shirt over her head. He dropped a kiss on her freshly exposed collar bone and then continued down to trace the swell of her breast over her bra. "Just think about how many times people have heard us. How many times we have been almost caught or people could have seen us?" He knelt in front of her and kissed her belly button, deftly flicking the button on her jeans open.

"It's natural to get turned on by hearing others, to get turned on by the idea that someone can hear, or see you."

Veronica made a weak protest, "But, what, we are exhibitionists….I am not a voyeur."

Logan shook his head indulgently. "Bobcat, I hate to break it to you, but the walls in The Grand were thin, and you weren't quiet back in the day. I can assure you that Dick had a very good knowledge of our sex life. And, how many times have we made love in the back of an SUV, on a beach, on a balcony, or just last week in a state park? There is always an element of risk, an element that makes it even hotter."

Veronica was blushing again, "well, maybe." Logan pulled down her panties and continued his kissing. She leaned back against the dresser for support. "Oh, yes, that is good." She tangled a hand in her hair. He slide a finger in, and pulled away slightly.

"Just think Bobcat, while you are trembling on the brink, Mac is just down the hall in the same place. How hot is that, both of you ready to cum? Cum for me kitten." She writhed and exploded against his hand.

Her knees were weak, and Logan gently scoped her up and carried her the three feet to the bed. His hands were gently skimming her curves, keeping contact on her as she trembled and shivered with the after effects of the euphoria he induced. Veronica looked up at him with glazed eyes. "So what is it with men and porn?" She queried, "You said it was like live action porn."

Logan laughed and tweaked a nipple. "Because Bobcat, men like to see and hear things. It is easier on our imagination, particularly when our blood flow is focused south of the boarder. And because naked women receiving pleasure? Yeah that it just awesome. Imagining it is you? Legendary." He started sucking on the nipple.

Veronica sighed in contentment. "Okay, so some porn may be hot. But can you refrain from thinking about my best friend and porn? I am not sure I am comfortable with the idea of you imagining her in compromising positions." I am such a hypocrite, I can't stop thinking of it….those sounds!

He moved back up, and kissed her. "Of course, but just so you know, you are always there." Logan kissed her ear and whispered into it, "You are in all of my fantasies. I can't imagine sex without you."

Veronica moaned softly, "Then have sex with me now." Logan didn't have to be asked twice, and he slid gently in. He rolled them, so Veronica was on top, his hands resting gently on her waist. She rode him to completion and they fell into a tangled heap.

"I love you," Veronica whispered as she curled against his side.

"Love you back," Logan breathed into her hair. He wrapped an arm protectively around them and tugged the sheet over them with the other one. They fell into a contented sleep.