Title: Free at
Last
Author:
Peregrine
Characters:
Logan, Duncan, Veronica, Aaron, Lester family.
Spoilers:
Through Episode 22.
Word Count: 1250
Rating: R for
sex, language, and violence.
Summary: This is a sequel to
The Adventures of Nancy and Joe. Logan takes a trip of discovery that
changes his life forever.
Disclaimer:
Veronica Mars and all its characters belong to Rob Thomas and UPN.
I can offer
nothing
This nothing's everlasting
Logan
Some things never change.
The flashbulbs go off as I leave the hospital, alone and rather pissed that I can't escape the bastard. His notoriety has chased me from beyond the grave and made my life a living hell. Everywhere I turn, the press is there, begging for a story and snapping away with their fancy digicams.
Am I ready to recant my statement about how it all went down?
Do I honestly believe that my art has a chance with the notoriously fickle art world?
I should be gone from this place, but Monique has just barely crossed over to stable condition as of this morning.
Aaron was using hollow point bullets, and the one that felled her could have taken down a bull elephant at 50 paces. It tore through her lung and caused massive internal injuries before embedding itself into her spine.
Her doctor is the best in the country, but he's not confident that she'll walk again.
Money is uncharacteristically silent about the whole affair, but the stubborn gleam in her mossy eyes gives me hope that she'll come back to us swinging.
As for Grandpa Dave, he's back home and bitching about everything. He plays a mean hand of Texas Hold 'Em and can definitely drink me under the table. Oh, right, forget that last part. I'm a dry kind of guy now, but I can only imagine inhaling Laphroag like he does.
A black limo awaits me at the front entrance and I hop into its cool, leather interior, catching my half sib Valerie and Duncan in a rather compromising position. With an amused cough, I look away while they rearrange themselves and wait for the inevitable question.
"Is Veronica really coming tonight?"
Fuck, I sure hope so. Her flight is due in an hour and I can't wait to see her.
Veronica
I hate puddle jumpers. On the way over from Boston to the Vineyard, we hit a nasty squall line that leaves my stomach in Cape Cod Bay.
We land with a chorus of Amens and white-knuckled passengers deplane quickly, leaving me at the back of the queue.
My feet finally touch the tarmac and I almost sink to the ground in relief.
Before I can cave, I am swept into a strong pair of arms and my mouth is forced open by a ravenous tongue. My body molds itself to his and I shamelessly cup his delicious ass as I kiss him back, going full throttle with my teeth and lips, trailing my mouth down his neck and finally stopping when his chest rumbles in laughter. "I miss you too, babe."
I butt his chest and raise my finger to admonish him, but our moment is stolen by the sudden appearance of Duncan and his new squeeze, fingers tightly interlocked as they walk up to us.
Duncan's face is slightly pink and I somehow doubt that it's from the thin Eastern sunlight causing the flush on his cheeks. "Hey, Veronica," he says. "This is Valerie Hamilton."
Her dark eyes sparkle with merriment and when she offers a tentative smile, I see a fleeting resemblance to Logan. "Nice to meet you."
Valerie looks at her watch and says, "Hey, we have to fly or we'll be late for the party." She pulls on Duncan's hand like an impatient puppy.
God, the last thing I want right now is being forced to flash a fake smile at a bunch of strangers. "Party?" I echo unhappily.
They walk ahead of us and Logan murmurs, "Don't worry. I have a plan."
Logan
She smells like orange blossoms and tastes like sunshine.
I circle the shell of her ear with my tongue and murmur, "I miss your Promises."
Veronica vibrates with laughter. "The ones that I break or the ones that I…"
My mouth silences her and the rest of me undulates against her peach-tanned skin, jamming every hardened inch of me into her core. Over and over we go, her legs rising higher with each thrust. We are completely perpendicular when she loses control, screaming my name and ending with a crescendo of ohgodohgod that is carried away by the sea breeze.
I twist her on top of me and smile when her hair tickles my face. "Hello," I say huskily, grinding her hips against me and losing my own sanity on the third rotation.
Veronica's blue eyes sparkle down at me and I swear she's game for another round of hide the salami. With a mad giggle, I pull her to me and devour her pouting lips with mine, laving each corner and sucking on her luscious lower lip for a delicious moment. I make a face when she withdraws, but it quickly turns to a grin when her fingers wrap around my cock and prime the pump for another delicious fuck.
Veronica
It's barely dawn and we're lying in a pool of our own sweat on the deck of Monique's boat.
The rising sun limns the hair on his chest and turns him into an ocean of gold that stretches from his collarbone to well below his navel. I follow the tide with greedy laps of my tongue and only stop when he tweaks my left breast. "Think you're pretty hot, don't you, Mars?" he murmurs, teasing the rising mound of my right nipple with his mouth and sucking it between his lips with a greedy smack.
My guh is torn from me when he thumbs my clit and lays a line of saliva under and around each nipple. He breaks my fall with his arms and drills into me for a fifth…or is it a sixth time? We've fucked so hard and so long that I'm raw from the inside out, but still I can't get enough of him.
Logan
The boat has drifted all day, but I think we're pretty close to where we need to be.
She is glued to my side, freely caressing my chest and my biceps as I steer the boat.
We approach a spit of land and I kill the motor. "Here."
Veronica asks, "What's so special about this place?"
I help her onto the sand and start following a well-trodden path. "Come on."
The trail is wide enough to walk in tandem and I wrap my left arm around her waist. "Are we there yet?" she says with a mock whine.
"Yeah." The path ends abruptly and nearly dumps us over a cliff. "This is perfect."
Veronica settles down on a rock while I fetch Mom's lighter from my pocket. The flame burns brightly against the twilight
I fetch the lighter from my right pocket and adjust the flame. It burns brightly against the twilight as I say, "This was Mom's favorite place."
"It's beautiful."
With a grimace, I throw the lighter as hard as I can and watch it flicker and die as it hits the surf.
She takes my hand and we walk up the path together.
Free at last.
The End