The day had started better than any other day of his life, Veronica lay curled up against his broad chest and he had woken her with leisurely kisses, pulling her petite body against him as he took her again before they would join the rest of their companions for breakfast on the shore.

Veronica… his Fiancée.

When they were married… Logan would be able to wake up every day with her like this for the rest of his life.

"What?" she blushed nervously as she caught him staring, her perceptive gaze trying to read his thoughts. Breathing in her delectable scent her kissed along her neck, his fingers tracing the smooth skin on her hip.

"Nothing that isn't going to sound like a cheesy line from one of those atrocious rom-com scripts Connor used to forget at my old place" he grinned.

"Logan Echolls! Are you trying to tell me that smart mouth wants to say something corny?" she chided in mock horror.

"I have no Earthly idea what you are talking about…" he said in faux-innocence, his hand moving down between her inner thigh, his fingers grazing her intimately sending every neuron in her body firing. She shuddered in response; she was so sensitive this morning after all their carnal passion the night before.

"Y-you… are such… a … tease…" she gasped.

She felt so warm and soft below his touch… She was exhilarating perfection… God he wanted to make love to her again…

"I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come back to me..." he admitted.

"Followed me around with a boom box over your head?" Veronica smiled.

"Well I do love the 80s…." he mused as his knee nudged her legs apart again.

"You are incorrigible!" she rasped as he brushed his fingers gently over her clitoris.

"No… just a man helplessly in love with you…" he smiled.

"Helpless?" she repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah…" he nodded, climbing over her until they were skin to skin, body to body, his weight balanced on his arms as he looked down at her.

"I do believe… helpless Logan's usually involve handcuffs… or knee socks…" she provoked him with a smile cupping his face, kissing him deeply and using her ankle to pull him closer, shifting her hip as he filled her, locking them together.

"God Veronica…" he swore as he felt her warmth tighten around him "Now who is the tease?" his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper as he thrust into her, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, her nails gripping his shoulders as the sensations began to build, overpowering her ability to concentrate on anything else other than him, his body, his hands, him inside her.

Right here in his arms was the only time she was certain that the solar system was in the right alignment, this is where she began… the cosmos had been rewritten. Logan was her centre of gravity.

Her North Star…

She rubbed her hand down his muscled back, feeling the flex of those masculine shoulders as he undulated against her, increasing his pace. The strange sensation of the ring on her finger, cool against his skin. His brown eyes sparkled with desire as he looked at her, that possessive male glint in them laying claiming on her.

Mine…

He'd worn that look ever since their first kiss, such a caveman Neanderthal response that she usually chastised him under a cool mask of restraint for when she tried to deny the unrelenting sexual power emanating from him when he gazed at her. But here in the bedroom, pinned beneath him? They were lovers… and she did belong to him.

No truth had ever scared her more.

The first time she had admitted it to herself, she had felt raw and shaken. Needing someone that much had left her feeling a little like she was betraying herself… that she had failed at the most basic part of self-preservation, she had let him get coiled up within her until he was something fundamental, something vital… something she needed like air or water.

Love was a liability… and she'd given Logan Echolls a road map, a satnav and all the tools he'd ever need to dismantle the very core of her…

As if sensing her momentary fear, he kissed her, wrapping his arms beneath her and hugging her closer. She felt something in her ease and the moment faded away, burned in the inferno that consumed them both. He loved her… he'd still loved her even at her worst… he saved her even from herself…

"I'm yours Mars… always…" he promised, his voice a hot strangled whisper.

Logan watched as her skin flushed that tell-tale vibrant colour, her legs began to shake a little as her hips grinded against his in an instinctive response to the mindless unbearable pleasure. Heat slicked through his veins like rapidly flowing lava. He didn't relent, even when he heard her feverish gasps of excitement, the full force hitting her in a blinding rush. He loved it when she completely came apart like this in his arms, she held nothing back. She gave him everything and he claimed it and then demanded more.

She went limp beneath him, pliant, floaty, a giddy happy grin on her face as she let out a shy giggle. Her hands running down his back, her legs wrapped around his hips, she trailed her hungry gaze along his body, he had a power physique, a sculpted torso. Logan had sexiest arms she had ever seen, strong and protective… she was obsessed with his hands.

Mine… she thought possessively biting her lip.

He gave her an amused quizzical look.

"How am I supposed to Hike today when you've made me forget how to use my legs?" she asked.

"How am I supposed to let you out of this bed when you keep reminding me about your petite sexy legs?" he countered, a sharp groan escaping his throat as she gyrated beneath him, pulling him in deeper and her pussy clenched his shaft tighter. He was so painfully close…

She was so wet… so warm… so tight… His…

"I love you…" she whispered in his ear and he erupted his release in a wordless cry as he buried his head in the perfect curve between her neck and shoulders.

"That's.. so not.. fair…" he panted, propping himself back up on his elbows, kissing her forehead. "You can reduce me in seconds when you say that…"

"And when I tell you I want you Logan Echolls…" she murmured as she kissed along his jaw. "To lather me all up and screw me in the shower?" she teased, the renewed hum of desire already growing again even though they were still locked together.

"We are going to starve to death if we keep doing this…" he insisted.

"Just wait until the honeymoon…" she grinned.

Logan finished packing away the rest of his things, tucking the cufflinks and tie safely into the box and glanced over his shoulder at Veronica while she pulled on her training shoes. Even in casual jeans and a t-shirt he still wanted to rip her clothes off and haul her back into bed with him.

"Wallace just texted me, Amira and Parker want to go snorkelling… and something about a jet-ski" she told him.

"After breakfast…" he nodded.

"Don't you mean Brunch?" she corrected glancing at her watch.

"Hey… you insisted on dragging me back to bed after our shower" he protested.

"We never made it back to the bed" she grinned, looking at the wet towels still sitting on the cabin floor.

"There's a spa by the beach… we could go for a couples massage and let the rest of them scuba dive and meet them for the sightseeing tour afterwards?" he suggested.

"Joel and Zoe have booked for all of us to have dinner at the Catalina Casino Ballroom tonight" Veronica told him "and… I have booked us to try that Airport in the Sky… the skyline tour? "Pilot experience and everything…" she smiled shyly.

"More surprises?" he said incredulously.

"I think yours definitely won out there buddy…" she said staring at the ring on her finger and he wrapped a hand around her waist pulling her closer to give her a kiss when her phone rang again.

Lethal Weapons theme tune rang out, her dad's personalized ringtone.

"Hey Sheriff" she said awkwardly, stepping out of his embrace and Logan chuckled silently at her, she always got so nervous and uptight when speaking to her dad if she was physically near him, even if he wasn't even there.

He's a brilliant Detective… he can sense these things! Her eyes scolded silently as he tried to pull her back against his body.

"Hey honey… I'm sorry to call you during your trip…" he said sombrely.

"What's wrong?" she said, the edge in her voice and stiffening of her shoulders made Logan stop his playful antics and look at her, regarding the change in her posture as the carefree attitude slipped underneath something harder. Her business poise returning immediately.

Years of working with her father as a business partner, a colleague… a fellow detective. They had their own language, a symmetry that flowed between them when they got caught up in an investigation. Whatever was going on between the two of them over this conversation… it was serious. She visibly paled and her entire body froze.

"When?" she asked but Logan couldn't hear the other side of the call. "No… yes… I'm fine… I'll be home tonight" she told him before she hung up.

"Everything okay?" Logan questioned as he ran a hand comfortingly along her shoulders.

"There was a shooting last night…" she explained quietly and he felt something tighten in his stomach.. something in her eyes told him this wasn't just your run of the mill Sheriff's Department investigation into a senseless act of violence. It was personal.

"A body was found on campus… Weevil's dead"