(Song for this Scene Hozier – Take me to church)

"Are you always this distracted when you are horny?" Veronica teased as she licked the ice-cream off her spoon. How did he ever get through his classes?

"Do you always eat your ice-cream like that?" Logan retorted as he watched her mesmerised.

Damn I need a cold shower…

They had moved off the bed onto the chairs with small breakfast table set and had just finished their dinner while Veronica talked Logan through the highlights of the Lilly Kane case. He had to admit, it was a little difficult to keep track of everything that she was saying when part of him just wanted to haul her back into the bed and finish what they had started.

"I'm supposed to get the records on Wednesday from the Births and Deaths office, so I should have more information then" she explained as she flicked through the diary.

God I feel like an addict…

"I'm still waiting for the other shoe to drop" Veronica admitted, she could remember most of the details from the journal now, although now she had the full spectrum of her experiences back, a lot of the details bothered her. She wondered how Duncan would react knowing that she had her full memories back again? It bothered her that she even cared. If anything his sudden reappearance in her life after everything that she had been through annoyed her. He cared now? What about before when she had lost her mother, or her home or the other 09ers had been treating her like their own personal punching bag?

"When do you see Dr Holtz?" Logan asked as he sipped on his glass of water, the alcohol was mostly out of his system now, but the beginnings of a hangover had started.

"I'm supposed to go and see him on Friday, but I think Daisy was trying to get me in for an appointment tomorrow" she replied, more tests and brain scans.

Fun Fun Fun.

"When you woke up on Saturday…" he began carefully, she'd been very upset.

Oh God… he wanted to talk about the morning after…

"I could tell we had had sex" she agreed.

"You were really scared…" he commented quietly, watching her face. He wanted to ask about the Recovered Memory Therapy session with Dr Holtz… the memories that came back after the night of Shelley's party.

"Dr Sorrell explained that it's almost impossible to distinguish real memories from imagined ones that early in the treatment… I don't know what that was" she said dismissively.

"You can tell me anything…" he coaxed. "All I care about is you…"

"Logan… just drop it… please" she pleaded as she pushed the diary away from her.

"Okay" he replied softly.

"Wallace and my father totally took advantage of me… they turned me into a Basketball loving groupie" she joked awkwardly changing the subject. "And my dad tried to convince me that I loved Key Lime Pie… it's still gross" as she licked the back of her spoon again.

"The abuse…" Logan chuckled.

"That was nothing… my boyfriend subjected me to mind-shattering strenuous sex and gave me amnesia all over again" she teased as she licked the spoon more deliberately this time.

"Mind-shattering?" Logan repeated.

"And strenuous.." she pouted as she got up from her chair.

"Sounds awful…" he rasped as she climbed into his lap.

"No… it was amazing" she corrected as she kissed him again.

"Veronica… you will end up forgetting your own name again if you keep this up…" he warned, his hands on her hips, squeezing her ass.

What was she trying to do to him?

"It's getting late… I'll have to get home soon" she told him reluctantly.

Her father would be wondering where she was.

It was 8.13pm.

"I know…" he sighed.

He didn't want her to go…

"Cacoethes…" she whispered quietly as she nibbled his ear.

"What?" he moaned as she began to open the buttons on his shirt again.

"My word a day calendar… it means an urge to do something inadvisable" she said as she opened his shirt completely. "I want to inadvisably screw your brains out" she purred before capturing his lips with hers.

"We can't…." he pleaded but his body was already starting to betray him again.

"No… we shouldn't… but we could…" she encouraged as she pulled her shirt off, straddling him with only her black bra on.

"I don't have that much control Veronica…." he warned as he cupped her breast in his hands, enthralled by the sight of her in front of him. Heart pounding adrenalin in his veins as the renewed hot yearning enflamed him with a need to carry her to the bed.

Why was she teasing him like this?

"I'm not expecting you to keep control… in fact… it's more fun when you lose it completely…" she whispered as she reached for his belt. He was achingly hard. "I'm not leaving you all pent up and tortured like this…" she said as she reached for his zipper and freed him. He gasped as he felt her fingers glide over his shaft and begin stroke him.

"I thought you weren't trying to torture me…." He rasped.

"I'm not…" she corrected him as she slid off his lap and onto her knees in front of him. He couldn't stop the rough cry from ripping from his throat as she took him into her mouth and licked the tip of him. His head swam as he began luxuriating in the sensations her gentle sucking was evoking. Air deserted his lungs as she steadily increased the rhythmic pace and took him deeper into her mouth, her tongue flickering over the head of his shaft.

"Oh God…" he gasped, his hand buried in her hair while her fingers stroked him in time to her movements, a thin sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead as he squirmed in pleasure. His thoughts ground to a happy halt before a splash of colours swept over him as he released himself in her mouth.

"Veronica…" he breathed as she sat back content, a wicked grin on her face.

"Good… you still remember my name..." she winked before she got up and kissed him.

Amnesia jokes… again?

He sat panting for a moment as he watched her get back up and put her t shirt back on.

What the hell was she trying to do to him?