Mac ran her hands on her naked body, pushing down the lather, humming slightly Always Getting Over You. She was taking a shower, because, well, Dick and her had gotten really hot and sweaty not so long ago. And she wanted to look presentable for tonight.
However, she knew she wasn't going to get ready soon when she felt hands sliding around her waist and Dick biting her shoulder playfully from behind. She chuckled and he joined him under the streaming hot water. "Hey, babe. I missed you."
She giggled, it had been two minutes. She faced him and ran her hands on his chest. There remained a few pinkish marks her nails had left recently. He grinned when she traced them with her fingers. "Did I hurt you ?"
He smiled, shaking his head. "You can't." he flicked a curl of wet hair off her face. "I like it when you're wild, I like it when you're shy." he kissed her, meeting her eyes. "I'm sorry... I love it." She blinked, afraid to be sure of what he'd meant. But when he smiled she felt her heartbeat soar.
He pulled her close, his chest all slippery and extremely hot with the cherry perfumed soap. "I love you too, Mac." She held him tighter, unable to speak out the storm inside. It felt wonderful, but really strong, she wasn't positive about being able to survive her chest exploding.
He lifted her chin and met her eyes. Water had glued his hair on his forehead and he was wincing to see her without getting shampoo in his eyes, but still, he was gorgeous. "I love you." he breathed out again. Her brain refused to process it, but her body kicked in motion and she kissed him passionately.
The best gift was him responding, his back hitting the wall and pulling her closer. Aw, shower making out never ended well... He kissed her nose and she chuckled. Well, maybe it depends on the point of view.
Logan was pacing the suite, he'd gotten back just a minute ago, he'd felt the urge to go run to get out this sickening feeling that he had messed his chance with Veronica and her at the same time, again. He paused before Dick's door, hearing water running and his friends laugh happily.
He looked down, feeling like he was cut in three. One part of him, a small one, wanted to run away from Neptune, to never feel that way again, and never hurt the one he loved that much again. Another one, bigger, couldn't help being happy, his bff had found love and stability and wasn't grieving anymore. And he'd found it with another friend of his, who was now happy as well.
And the third one, the one that was creating a black hole of pain and sorrow inside his chest, wanted simply to run back in Veronica's arms. To kiss her, and to love her, like nothing had happened. Like he'd been dying to do every single freakin' day since the first time he'd kissed her... long long ago. Because when he felt down, thinking about her was still his first reflex.
He opened his cell, and dialed her number. Then he closed it. He bit his lip, and opened phone again, dialing another number.