Prompt: Stalemate. First in a series of stories featuring Lilly Kane.
"Rock, paper, scissors..." The blonds called out in unison as they tapped their fists on their palms in front of Logan.
"Scissor!" They called together and burst into high giggles.
"You both seem to favour scissors," he mused, taking a slow swig from his beer bottle.
God, he loved Fleet Week. He loved the comradery. The pomp and circumstance. The stunning California blonds currently bickering over him.
"Scissoring. I think you mean scissoring." Lilly planted a quick kiss on Veronica's cheek and the girls chuckled.
Though Logan appreciated how Lilly's large tits would bounce in her tight black top when she laughed, Veronica had the tightest ass and she did this thing where she wrinkled her nose at the end of her laugh and it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Heaving a sigh, Veronica wrapped one arm around Lilly, the other around Logan as he perched on the end of the bar stool.
"Looks like we're at a standstill about who gets to go home with you tonight," Veronica sighed, her pink lip curled in a smirk.
"It's up to you, Lieutenant Echolls, to decide." Lilly arched her eyebrow at him and licked her cherry red lips.
Glancing around the busy bar, Logan leaned into the circle, his head snaking around both their waists and they followed, the scent of Veronica's sweet vanilla perfume mingling in his nose with Lilly's cinnamon spice as they moved their heads closer.
"Ladies. The only way to settle this is if you both come home with me and have some fun."
The women looked each other in the eye, wicked beautiful smiles forming on both their lips as their eyes met his again.
Veronica wrinkled her nose with glee. "We thought you'd never ask."