Disclaimer: I have never nor will ever own any of the characters. They belong to Rob Thomas. If I did own them, I would never have done what he did.

Chapter Thirteen

Logan's POV

I awake to the sound of soft clicks as Veronica is rapidly typing on her phone. She is propped up at the head of the bed, but my head rests on her lap, my arms possessively wrapped around her waist. In between typing on her screen, her one hand drops to my hair as she idly runs her fingers through it. She hasn't noticed that I am awake yet, so I just lay there and enjoy the view. I marvel at how, even though her hair is a mess and she still has sleep lines on her face, she is still the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. I let out a soft contented sigh, which alerts her that I am awake.

"Good morning, handsome," she smiles down at me.

I prop myself up on my elbows as she brings her head down towards mine. Our lips meet and I can't help but let out a contented sigh. Her phone goes off signaling that she has a new message.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, but I didn't want to get up and leave you here, not after what we talked about last night, so I was just answering some messages while I waited for you to wake up."

I bring my hand up, my palm on her neck, as I bring my thumb up to caress her cheek. She leans into my touch, as I continue to run my thumb over her soft skin.

"What did I do to ever deserve you?" I ask.

She's quiet this morning, so she just answers with a soft smile and moves to pick up her phone to check her messages. I change positions, so I am now propped up next to her on the bed. I move so I am close enough that we are still touching and bring my hand up to play with a strand of her hair.

"Work?" I question.

"I did check my work emails earlier, but that was Wallace," she answers a bit reluctantly.

"Oh," I respond, "How is he today? Still hating my guts?"

"He doesn't hate you, Logan. He is just having a little bit of trouble adjusting. You know how protective of me he can be."

"I know, but I thought that we had gotten past the times where I was the one, he felt he had to defend you against."

"We were, I mean we are," she quickly corrects herself.

"Are you sure, because it didn't seem like it last night. Felt like we were back in high school again with the amount of hostility that I felt from him."

"It will get better, I promise."

She leans forward and kisses me. I place one hand behind the back of her neck and snake the other around her waist, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. I pull her down so that she is laying underneath me. I have myself propped up on my elbows, so my full weight isn't crushing her tiny frame. I break the kiss, allowing us both the opportunity to catch our breathe.

"So, what are your plans for the day?" I ask, as I coyly run my hand up her leg, my fingers lightly teasing her skin.

Her leg follows my fingers, bringing it up to wrap around my waist, her foot gently laying on my lower back. I grind into her suggestively as I place feather soft kisses from her jawbone to her neck.

She grinds her hips up against me, "Mmmmm, I can't seem to think of anything important that I have to do right now," she moans, bringing her lips to mine.

I'm grateful for the fact that we both fell asleep naked allowing for there to be nothing in the way of my planned morning activities.

We both collapse back onto the bed, sweaty, sated, and trying to return our breathing to normal.

"You have no idea how much I have missed being able to wake up and enjoy ravishing you in the morning," I say as I turn to lay on my side.

I place my hand on her flat stomach, just enjoying the feel of her skin under my fingers. After our talk last night, I do feel more at ease about things, but find the only times that I feel completely at peace about it is when I am touching her. I've never really been able to keep my hands off of her, and my insecurities just make me want to touch her more.

"Mmmm, me too."

She turns so that she is laying on her side, facing me and I place a small kiss on her nose.

"So, back to your question that you asked me before you distracted me; I don't have anything I have to do today. My cases are pretty minimal right now, so work can wait. Maybe we could just stay like this all day. Just enjoy each other. When do you have to report back to the base?"

"My CO doesn't expect me for two weeks, so I am all yours for the day if we just want to lay here naked all day."

"Two weeks! Wow," she sarcastically responds. "They forcibly kidnap you, fake your death, forget to tell me about it, keep you away for a year, and then they give you a whopping two weeks."

"Veronica," I sigh, "By the time the two weeks is over, hopefully my discharge will be processed and I won't have to go back at all."

She looks a little sheepish as she responds, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Still not really grasping the fact that we won't have to deal with the Navy soon. It's been such a huge part of our lives for so long, that it still doesn't feel real to me that I will get you all to myself from now on."

"All to yourself," I smirk. "I like the sound of that."

I lean forward, closing the distance between us once again, as I place my lips on hers. I pull her so she is flush against me.

"Wait." she giggles, trying to stop my advances as I am trying to instigate round two for the morning. It has been so long since I have heard her laugh like that and I can't help but laugh with her.

"I don't want to wait," I impatiently reply as I try and bring her lips back to mine.

"But I have a few questions before you make me completely forget everything including my name with your magic tongue and fingers."

I waggle my eyebrows and fingers at her suggestively. "I'm not really in the mood for talking," I say, my voice husky with innuendo.

"No seriously, five minutes and then you can have your way with me."

"Fine," I huff. "Sometimes your inquiring mind needing to know is a definite mood killer. What do you so desperately need to know right now?"

"Hey," she brings her hand up to caress my cheek, "I didn't mean to upset you. It can wait."

"No, I'm sorry. It's fine," I try to reassure her. "I didn't mean to be an ass. What did you want to know?"

"I just wanted to know if you needed to contact anyone now to get that whole process started. I don't want you to wait if it needs to be done today. Wait, do you even have a phone? Did they give you one? I had them turn off your service after the," she pauses, not wanting to have to say it again. "It wasn't in the debris, so I just figured it was destroyed and didn't keep it active. Do you still have it?"

"Whoa, that's more than a few questions."

"I know, it's just that when you brought up your discharge, it made me realize how much I really want it to happen and I guess I just want to get it started before…" she trails off, looking away from me without continuing.

"Before what? Before I change my mind? Is that what you are afraid of?"

She still won't look at me, but I see her nod slightly, confirming what I said.

"Bobcat, I wouldn't have even mentioned it to you if I wasn't 100% sure. I would never want to hurt you like that. I'm not going to change my mind."

She looks at me, giving me a small relieved smile. "I'm really glad. I know that is selfish, but I'm so happy that this is what you want too."

"More than anything," I tell her, glad that she no longer looks upset.

"Now, in answer to your other questions, I do have my old phone, but clearly we will need to get service turned back on, which could prove to be interesting, since I am still technically dead." She cringes with that last word. I run my hands up and down her spine while I continue to answer her questions. "I can email my CO and tell him my plans for discharge, but will have to go in to fill out paperwork to formally request it, but I would really rather do that tomorrow and spend today just focusing on us. Is that ok?"

"That's more than ok," she says, pushing me flat on my back and bringing her leg over the top of my waist, so that she is straddling me.

All serious thoughts and questions are soon forgotten as we once again enjoy each other.

"I'm starving and we both should probably shower," she tells me as we lay there after, cuddling. I laugh, because I'm not sure if my legs will actually work yet.

"Well my love, we may have to leave to go and get something to eat because we still haven't made it to the store to put actual food in the kitchen. So, shower and then food?" I ask.

"Oh, Dad sent me a message saying that he went and got some basics after we left his house yesterday. He figured we would be preoccupied with other things, so he dropped them off while we were at Dick's yesterday. But we can still shower first and then you can make me an omelet."

"Oh, I'm making you an omelet, am I?"

"Yes please! I'll make it worth your while," she says, dragging me towards the shower.

Awhile later, after our shower and delicious breakfast, we find ourselves back in bed, where we spend the majority of our day. We talk and enjoy each other, only leaving long enough to take Pony for a walk on the beach, which we do together. We stroll hand in hand, before heading back.

The day is exactly what we both needed. After the trying day yesterday, I didn't realize how amazing doing absolutely nothing, but be with her, would be. It's dark now and we are enjoying our dinner in bed. We decided to just have pizza delivered and it works out perfect to just stay in bed and eat it.

"I am so full," Veronica says as she lays back on the bed, placing her hand on her stomach.

I look at the pizza box and realize that she has eaten at least half of the large pizza. I'm glad that she has eaten today. She mostly picked at her food yesterday and it was really unsettling to me that she wasn't eating, so I am happy that her appetite has returned.

I lean back, semi propped up by pillows on the bed and she moves to lay her head on my chest. I wrap my arms around her and lightly run my fingers up and down her arm. I'm not sure what time it is, but I'm tired and content after the activities of the day. She yawns, letting me know that she is just as tired too.

"Good day?" I ask.

"No," she answers. I angle my head to look at her face, and notice that she has a smirk on her face. "It was a great day."

"Yes, it was," I agree with her.

"So, how about tomorrow we work on getting you a phone again. We should stop by the base and maybe by my office too."

"Sounds good," I sleepily reply. My eyes getting heavier by the second.

"Maybe I could see if Wallace wants to meet us somewhere for lunch too?" She is sounding awfully drowsy herself and I'm not sure how much longer either one of us will be able to keep our eyes open.

"Yeah we could do that, if you think he would be willing too."

"Oh, I think I can convince him. He's not immune to my head tilt either."

"Ok, that's what we will do tomorrow then." I place a couple of kisses on the top of her head. "But let's sleep now. I'm so tired."

"Me too," she yawns.

She places a couple of chaste kisses on my chest, "I love you, Logan."

I can't help the huge smile that appears on my face. "I love you too."

It's not long after that we both fall asleep with peaceful smiles on our faces.