For Mood Music for this Scene, Bryce Fox - Horns
Logan Echolls watched transfixed as Veronica opened her blouse; his mind was still trying to catch up with the events currently happening in his hallway. She had broken up with his former best friend Duncan Kane only a few hours ago, she had come to his house uninvited and screamed at him for constantly being around her and acting like a jackass. This had been more of his attempt at a self-defence mechanism; even if it had been destructive towards allowing them any kind of reconciliation. He hadn't wanted her back in his life unless he could be with her. Selfish as that may have been. Then she had told him that she loved him right back and that she wanted him, not Duncan. That she needed him as much as he had craved her, and now she was pulling off her soft pink shirt and shrugging it off her shoulders. He had made it clear to her that he wasn't in the mood to play games, if they did this… if she chose him, then she was choosing to be all in, all or nothing. He wasn't willing to lose her again, part of him had thought, and maybe hoped out of fear for her safety given his crazy life, and the on-going feud with the PCHers, that she would run from him. She hadn't, instead she had dug in her heels and looked him square in the eye and made her choice.
She wanted him too…
He reached his hand out and traced his finger along her collarbone; the soft pale skin was smooth beneath his touch. He stared into her splendidly resolute blue eyes and glided his hand down to cup her petite breasts, the nipple straining against the lacy white and pink fabric. The look in his gaze was deeply appreciative and so hungry it made her pulse quicken, the pink shirt was sliding down her back, over her elbows and when it got to her wrists as she tried to wriggle her hands free from the sleeves he grabbed the middle of it, wrapped it around his hand, trapping her arms by her sides, he moved his lips to her neck. Her body was fantasy fodder and he wanted to take his time. He only got to take her for the first time once, and he wanted to make it count, and if after this, she freaked out and changed her mind, decided she wanted to run back to Duncan and the safety of his teddy bears and vanilla ice-cream romance… he would make sure that this was an experience she would never be able to forget, she'd never be satisfied with anyone but him again. Caressing her he took his time kissing her neck, nibbling her ear and massaging her breast, he felt intoxicated at the scent of her skin.
Marshmallows and Promises…
Their summer together, he had tried to be a gentleman, to take his time and savour each uncovered new territory. Falling in love with her was probably the first time he had ever really truly been in love if he was honest with himself about it. Lilly Kane hadn't loved him the way he had loved her, she had cheated on him with Weevil, played with him constantly and treated him like dirt. She even screwed his dad. But Veronica… she was everything he craved, loyal, she fought fiercely for those she loved, she was beautiful and she had a strength that he admired, she wouldn't back down. She was stubborn and passionate. He wanted someone like that to be in his life, to be loved that fiercely, to have someone that deeply loyal be with him.
How could he explain to her that she felt like his Home? That for the first time, ever… he felt like he could really lay his hopes and dreams out there with someone. That he had a sense that he belonged somewhere? She was the eye of his storm. The safe harbour, and no one else would ever be as perfect for her as they were together. No one else could measure up.
"Logan…" she moaned his name softly as he traced his free hand from her breasts to the button on her jeans, kissing this particular spot on her neck always gave her that dizzy contented look he remembered from their make out sessions. She sighed happily and wriggled her wrists a little, trying to free her hands but he gripped the shirt making it tighter. He wasn't done yet. He trailed kisses along her collar bone and all the way down to her chest, to her stomach, his free hand opening her jeans, he mapped out her naked flesh with his kisses until he was kneeling in front of her looking up when he let go of the shirt so she could free herself as he slipped his hands to her waist and slid her jeans down her hips. Her blue eyes blazed with desire as she watched him, he ran the fabric down her legs and she helped him by kicking off her pumps and stepping her legs carefully out of the jeans, she held onto his shoulders to keep herself steady. Discarding them onto the floor behind them he traced a hand up her leg and squeezed her buttocks. Veronica was short and petite, so seeing him kneeling in front of her was a surreal experience, he kissed along her stomach, down her thigh and then he parted her legs, gripping her left leg and kissing along her inner thigh. She felt so exposed, no one had ever kissed her this way before, and his other hand reached up and cupped her breast. The man had a mouth made for sin.
He hadn't even REALLY touched her and yet she could feel herself aching with need for him, she wanted him to fill her, to thrust inside her with that delicious friction until they were both consumed with it.
"FYI if the cuddling was the best part… He didn't do it right…"
Logan had told her that morning she had snuck out of Duncan's motel room, if he could get her this worked up and starving for him, just from his kisses without ever really TOUCHING her… then he was right. Duncan had had no idea what he was doing.. but Logan? If her body was an instrument he was playing a symphony. She was powerless against this wanting of him. Veronica reached up and unhooked her bra, throwing it on the floor behind them, he stopped kissing her thigh and swallowed the view of her standing there against the wall, lips swollen from his kisses, her pert breasts naked, desire written all over her face. She looked like she had been sculpted by angels just for his eternal damnation. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire and she stood there waiting for him to make his next move, her thumbs looped through the waist of her lace white panties and she started to slide them down. Logan felt his heart beat begin to race, she was his… and she was right here offering herself to him.
Logan wanted to expose his heart to her, to really connect and forge them together in the fire of whatever this need was between them until they were inseparable. This was a hard wired, soul-bound kind of love.
She stepped out of her knickers and he swallowed hard as he looked at all of her, this image was going to be burned into his mind forever, he trailed his hand along her petite hips and stood up again, his mouth colliding with hers, his arms around her body, despite his sore ribs he yanked her up and she yelped in surprise. He carried her towards the couch behind them. He was so hard and eager to take her right there against the wall, but the things he was planning to do to her, it was safer if he could even the playing field first. She devoured his kisses moaning softly at the feel of him pressed so close to her.
"I love you Veronica" he swore as he laid her back against the couch, kissing her neck. "I love you" he repeated as he trailed his left hand along her stomach, clutching her breast in his hand. He was kneeling in front of her as she sat upright with her legs open, she was so wet and beautifully exposed before him. He trailed his other hand down to stroke his fingers against the soft curls between her legs, she gasped as his thumb brushed against her clitoris and he slipped a finger inside her, her hands reaching out to grip his elbow as he began a slow torturous come hither motion. The wanton look of pure lust on her face made her look like she had been cut straight out of a men's magazine. Her lips parted in a silent pleading cry, he felt her shiver against his palm, squeezing around his fingers. If the gods are real, he told himself, then this woman is their masterpiece. Her skin was like silk over glass, shoulder length wavy blonde hair, so smooth and silky, sprawled around the cushion behind her as she threw her head back in pleasure.
Oh Christ she was so ready for him.
Her toes curled and her legs began to tremble, she was trying to say something but he could see she was lost in the sensations building as he played with her. He smiled at her, it wasn't often he could truly render her speechless, even when she was fully clothed there was something about Veronica made her the hottest girl he knew, here with her naked in front of him, her head thrown back in pleasure she was irresistible. The fact that he knew she was usually chaste despite her flirtatiousness and she was allowing him to be with her this way, was very arousing. She was giving him VIP behind the scenes access and the knowledge was delicious. He leaned forwards and kissed her, she moaned into his mouth and her hips began to move in time with his hand, riding his fingers. Feeling how keen her body was for him had his libido fighting him for control, he wanted to take his time, show her exactly what she had been missing, but he was desperate to sink the length of himself inside her tight warm pussy. Her body writhed against him and she arched her back, crying softly into his mouth, it was overwhelming… he could barely contain himself now, and he hadn't even used his tongue to taste her yet.
She whispered his name again and her eyes looked up at him begging.
No Mars.. When I'm finished with you… no other man will ever be good enough for you again… he thought possessively. He wasn't proud of this cave man part of himself, of his jealousy, in many ways these feelings for her brought out the worst in him, but he couldn't help it. Something about her had coiled itself deep inside him, he was drawn to her like ocean tide to the moon. It was gravity and he couldn't shake free from her orbit.
Veronica felt her pulse racing, she felt like her body was erupting in a tiny earthquake, this had never happened before… maybe once after that one time Lilly had explained to her how to touch herself and she had gotten curious but she had stopped before things had gotten too intense. This felt like her body was under his complete control, it was building towards an explosion and it was a little frightening, he must have noticed the panicked look in her eyes as her breath started to come faster because his gaze became very tender and he kissed her cheek. "It's ok…" he soothed. "It's supposed to feel this way" he reassured her as he kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. It felt like her insides were fluttering around his fingers, and his thumb was still tickling her clitoris in teasing figure 8s. She looked into his eyes for some guidance, she was still learning what her body needed and he already seemed to have it all figured out. Did he have a decoder ring for how to make her orgasm? Were there instructions on how to drive her wild written on her body in invisible ink?
She felt it in her blood, arousal, need, she could smell the notes of lime and lemongrass from his shower gel as the stubble on his face grazed her cheek. He was so hard against her leg, he wanted her… what was taking him so long? She craved him now and even though she cried out as the orgasm shook through her body, he wasn't giving in. She moved her hand from his shoulder reach out to stroke him, to run her hand along his shaft and he jerked backwards suddenly. His brown eyes scolding her.
"Not yet…" he warned, gripping her ass and shifted her from her seated position, he drew her sideways until laying on her back length ways along the couch, her hips resting the arm of the chair, he gripped her legs and kissed along her thighs before he licked along the inner part of her with his tongue. She gasped in surprise at the foreign sensation. Her only other lover, Duncan had never done anything like this to her before, her cheeks burned from embarrassment at her compromised position. He flicked his tongue against her clitoris and she thought she was going to explode.
"God Logan!" she cried out, his head was still between her legs, she continued to come in lingering waves, her hands buried in her hair, she felt like she was coming untethered, the only thing keeping her grounded was the feel of his arms locked around her hips. Logan part-groaned, part-growled in satisfaction as she called out his name, her breasts quivered, the nipples hard and standing like little soldiers, he would be capturing them in his mouth soon, he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist delving into her. He loved the slender thickness of her thighs in his hands as he tasted her, taking his time to torment her core with his mouth, his hands gripped her ass and he nibbled her inner thigh as he tried to cool down a little. She used the opportunity as he paused to get his breath back to shimmy away from him, her legs were shaking and she was panting, she looked annoyed at him, frowning accusingly like he hadn't been playing fair.
"Foreplay, I'm just getting started Bobcat" he told her. "You want me…?"
Damn right she wanted him…
He was crouched at the end of the couch, his chiselled body hard and waiting. How did he have so much control? Surely he was just as on fire as she was?
"I do want you Logan.." Veronica replied, something flickered in her eyes he noted, and her tone betrayed she was feeling vulnerable and a little insecure despite all the fireworks. "You're teasing me…" she pleaded. This whole experience was very intense, she had never wanted someone as much as this before, never offered up so much of herself and it was taking up a lot of trust… she needed his encouragement. He felt a little guilty, he had gotten so carried away, but so much of this was new to her.
"Hey.. it's ok.." he assured her as Logan approached her on the couch, picked her up gently, kissing her and carried her back to his bedroom.