Chapter Notes
I want to dedicate this chapter to the lovely women who have PM'd me during this story to tell me about their own miscarriages. Veronica's loss was almost a verbatim retelling of my own miscarriage and I thank them for sticking it out during the saddest part of this Fanfic.
Enjoy this fluffy, funny, smutty chapter. You all deserve some lightness and laughter.
Logan had a case of restless leg syndrome. Maybe he shouldn't have said "yes" to the cup of coffee Alicia offered him, his third that day. As he sat at Keith's kitchen table, his leg moved involuntarily, underneath. Veronica was at the doctors office and insisted that he was not, under any circumstances, coming to sit through her internal exam. So instead, he enlisted Keith's help in securing something special for the "top secret" night he had planned for Veronica on Saturday. When Keith saw what they were picking up, he laughed and shook his head at the young man.
Once they were done their errand, they ended up at Keith's house again, sitting around the table, hanging out. They talked congenially about Seattle, how Veronica was managing with everything, and how much Logan enjoyed Hunter's company for the week they stayed with him.
While they were sitting at the table, talking, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Called Alicia from the other room.
Keith and Logan continued to talk until the visitor caught Keith's eye. Clarence Weidman, dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt, and baseball cap, strode into the kitchen. Keith rose and extended his hand. "Good to see you Clarence." He said.
Logan looked up at the man in shock. Clarence ignored the look and breezed past Logan to shake Keith's hand. "Keith. Logan." He said at the end, briefly making eye contact. "I just wanted to come and give you an update on Faith, and say goodbye."
"Faith?" Questioned Logan.
Clarence nodded. "Lilly has elected to take the name her mother originally gave her, now that her father is gone." He explained.
"Makes sense." Muttered Logan. "I should have changed my name to 'Mars' when I got married."
Keith chuckled at him. "Still can, son!"
Keith looked over to see Clarence smiling. There was a lightness to him that he had never seen in the man. "How is Faith doing?" Keith asked and opened his hand towards a chair.
Weidman took a deep breath and sat down. "Faith is doing surprisingly well, in large part to her therapist. She also met with the Manning family yesterday. You may know that Mr. and Mrs. Manning died a few years ago, but we met her two Aunts – Lizzy and Grace - and they signed off on my guardianship papers."
Logan arched his eyebrow. "YOU are Lil...I mean...Faith's legal guardian?"
Clarence nodded. "Jake and Celeste were worried, if something happened to Duncan while he was in Australia, that Faith would be put in foster-care. They insisted that Duncan draw up a Will, some years ago, making me Faith's guardian. I visited them twice a year, on my 'vacation' to check up on them and bring pictures and mementoes back to the Kanes."
Keith shook his head. "That poor girl. I hope she is one day able to move past what happened to her."
Clarence drew his hand over his mouth. "Well, that's why I am here...to say goodbye. I'm taking Faith back to Australia to be with her friends, to her old school, in a new home where she can heal and move on from her father. The Kane dynasty in Neptune is officially over."
Keith and Logan let the words sink in. The Kane family held so much power in Neptune, this would be a major shift in the way the bureaucracy operated from now on, for better or worse.
"Well, Clarence, good luck to you and Faith." Keith began, looking the man in the eye. "I hope you both find the freedom you so greatly deserve."
Clarence rose and offered his hand to Keith who stood and shook it firmly. "Thank you, Keith. All the best to you in the future." He turned to Logan and offered his hand. A little in shock, it took Logan a beat before he soon to shake it. "Logan, please convey to Veronica how sorry I am for ever bringing Duncan back into your lives. I hope you both have a very long and happy life together. I still remember you both as teenagers and you both never deserved the hell the Kane family put you both through."
Logan was at a loss. He looked into the eyes of the older man. It was if he was looking at a different person. There was a kindness and sincerity he had never seen. "Thank you, C.W. Best of luck to you and Faith too."
With that, Clarence Weidman turned and walked out of their lives for good.
By the time Logan arrived home, Veronica was back from her appointment, showered, changed into sleep shorts and a t-shirt, and was setting out Chinese food on the coffee table.
He kicked off his shoes at the elevator and sauntered up to her as she was leaning over the table. Coming up behind her, he pressed his body against hers, bending to conform to her position. He moved aside her wet hair and kissed the back of her neck, eliciting a giggle. She stood and he followed her movement. His arms were still around her as she turned to face him and kiss his lips softly.
"How it go?" He asked hesitantly.
Veronica took his hand and led him to sit with her on the couch with her. She looked down at his fingers as she began to talk. "Good. I guess. They kept me for a while and did another ultrasound to look for any damage, which they didn't find...so physically I'm fine. The doctor said there is no reason, that they could find, why I shouldn't be able to carry another child all the way to term." She hesitated a moment and looked into her husband's deep brown eyes. "We could get pregnant right away, but she suggests we wait at least three cycles to make sure everything is back on track, hormone wise. And when we do get pregnant again, I need to call her ASAP and she will begin monitoring me immediately."
Logan nodded his understanding. "So condoms and no sex in the shower for a few month?" He asked.
Veronica laughed. "Yes. Thank you for breaking down the particulars." She reached up and pressed her lips to his. She held him in her kiss for a moment before releasing him. She pushed herself up on her knees and kept her face close to his. "I picked up condoms on the way home." She stated, a deep blush suddenly appearing on her cheeks.
Logan reached up and touched her warm face. "I thought you were still having anxiety about us making love again?" He said and stroked his thumb back and forth over her chin.
Veronica licked her lips and softened her eyes. "Funny thing. Being told I was 'cleared' to conceive again just made me want to go home and 'practice' with you." She growled, bending her head a bit and catching his thumb in her mouth. She bit it slightly and licked he pad with the tip off her tongue.
Logan groaned as his cock sprang to attention in his khakis. "What happened to our 'do-over'?" He asked.
Veronica frowned. "You're still serious?"
Logan smiled widely, "As a shark bite." And chomped his teeth together. "And I have bigger plans than that."
Veronica sat back on her heels in shock. After their initial conversation, weeks ago, she had kind of forgotten about his idea, focusing more on just finally having sex for the first time after her miscarriage instead. "So...what would that involve...?
Logan threw his head back and clapped his hands together gleefully. "That means waiting until tomorrow night when I unveil my plans."
Veronica crossed her hands over her chest. "What 'plans' are you talking about?"
Logan leaned towards her so his nose was at her nose. "Special SECRET ROMANTIC plans that will convince you we should lose our virginity together. When you go to work tomorrow and I will be out and about setting it all up. I will tell you, however, it will involve dinner, and we WILL make it to the restaurant this time." He then leaned over and began opening cartons of Chinese food. "So, what shall we watch while we eat? Something funny this time...I'm not in the mood for drama."
Veronica was speechless. She flopped down onto her bum and stared at her husband a moment. While she was now intrigued about his plans, she was still horny. Maybe she could change his mind about tonight, she thought. Two could play this 'virgin' game.
Logan began searching through Netflix, the two containers of food he decided to start with on his lap, when Veronica leaned over and began to coo in his ear, her hot breath dancing on his lobe. "But Logan...we don't have much time...my dad will be home soon. And if he catches us like this..." She pulled back from him and pealed her t-shirt over her head, revealing her soft, pink breasts to him. "...I don't know what he'll do!"
Logan looked his wife up and down. He looked at the remote, still in his hand and pointed at the television. He looked down at the food on his lap, his cock trapped under the hot dishes. He looked back at his wife, who had her head angled to one side, ever so slightly, her eyes wide as she played her part.
"Second base?" He offered.
I can get off from second base, Veronica thought. "Deal!" She said and bounced over to him, yanking the dishes off his lap and putting them on the table.
Logan reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Six weeks of pent-up desire came tumbling out as they groped each other with fumbling hands and frantic kisses. Logan went for Veronica's neck and began sucking on it, so hard she let out a screech. Grabbing his dress shirt by the plackets, she ripped the garment open, sending buttons flying in every direction. She dug her nails into his pecs, and began dragging them slowly over his skin, making his swear like a sailor. In response, he dropped his head and caught one nipple in his mouth and began sucking it roughly.
Veronica let out a low mewl from the back of her throat and began to grind her hips down on him. Catching the bump in his pants just right against the layers of fabric covering her clit, she humped him as she begged and moaned for more him to touch her more. The friction against his covered cock was almost too much for Logan and he increased his attention on her chest, taking her other nipple and rolling it between his calloused fingers. Veronica's hip movements became erratic and within seconds she came, calling her husband's naming. Logan released her and fell back against the couch pillows, letting out a tremendous moan. Veronica felt him come underneath her. She looked at her spouse gleefully as he reached up and placed his hands on his head, trying to regain control of his senses.
"Just like high school." She began to giggle uncontrollably.
Logan raised his eyes to her and gave her a brilliant smile. "Just like high school." He replied and dropped his head back again.
No amount of walking around naked and promises of blow jobs could get Logan to admit his plans for Saturday night, so grudgingly, Veronica got dressed that morning and went down to the office to work. Thankfully, Sandy had lined up four meetings for that day so she knew it would pass quickly. Logan did inform her that he would pick her up at precisely 5:30 pm, in front of the of building. When asked how she needed to dress – fancy, casual, or dominatrix – Logan just rolled his eyes and told her it would be taken care of.
At 4:30 pm, Veronica ran up the stairs, two at a time, later than she wanted to be arriving at home. She began throwing off clothes as soon as she entered, making her way to the shower. Strolling past the bed, she stopped and noticed a giant white garment box on top of their quilt. A big smile stretched across her face. The last time Logan surprised her with a garment box, it contained a beautiful DKNY dress she had admired in a fashion magazine. Gripping the edges of the lid, she pulled it up and tossed it dramatically to the floor. When she saw what was in there, her face scrunched in confusion.
"What. The. Hell. Logan?" She muttered as she pulled out a duplicate of her favourite pink-striped t-shirt from high school. The next item out of the box was a pink hoodie, followed by a pair of light blue jeans, a brown belt with a big buckle, a giant green canvas purse, and finally, a pair of brown biker boots. There was a note written on the box under the clothes.
"For you to wear tonight. Leave your rings at home. Love you. L."
Veronica dropped the clothes back in the box and smirked. The outfit was almost an exact duplicate of something she would have worn when they were first dating. Whatever her husband was planning, it was definitely going to be a trip down memory lane, she surmised. Crossing to her dresser, she pulled her rings off and slid them into her mahogany jewellery box. Then, she opened the drawer and fished around until she found her red lace bra and matching g-string. She was about to toss it on top of the outfit on the bed when she realized that wasn't what she would have worn in high school. Shoving them back inside, she fished out her soft pink cotton t-shirt bra and matching bikini briefs, then added them to the pile.
Thoughts of what Logan may have planned started to run through her head as she showered. What was he up to? Why all the secrecy? Where would they end up? Well, that she knew the answer to that one at least...they would end up in bed.
A sudden panic swept over Veronica as she thought about everything they had been through in the past six-weeks. Would it feel different? Would it hurt? Did she look different...down there? Would she be thinking about the baby? Would he? What happened if they got accidentally pregnant? Did they need to use more than just a condom?
"Oh god." She muttered, her voice echoing in the big shower stall. "It IS like I'm a virgin again."
She finished showering and pulled on her big, fluffy robe. She yanked her hair out of her messy bun and stepped up to the vanity to put on her makeup. Getting lost in her thoughts, the entire process of getting ready took longer than she thought it would, and she found herself hurriedly dumping the contents of her usual purse into the green canvas bag and running out the loft.
Throwing open the door at the bottom of the stairs, she was about to launch herself off the stoop when the sight of Logan stopped her dead in her tracks. Her eyes got wide and her mouth dropped to the ground.
Logan was standing there waiting for her, leaning against the exact duplicate of his old yellow XTERRA. But that wasn't the only thing that made Veronica freeze to her spot. Her husband's hair had been cut and shaped and gelled to copy his hair in high school. His baby face was shaved clean and around his neck was a white puka-shell necklace. He was wearing an orange t-shirt under a brown jean jacket and his pants were green khaki. His face was beaming with happiness.
Veronica bent in half, her head towards the ground, her hands covering her mouth, and started screaming with laughter. Logan didn't move. "What?" He questioned in his best jackass voice.
Veronica pulled herself up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Please don't tell me this is your original car that you had hidden somewhere..."
Logan chuckled. "No. I found it online and had Weevil fix it up for me. He reacted the same way you did when he saw it." Opening the passenger side door, he swept his arm into the open space. "Your chariot awaits!" He pronounced.
His "girlfriend" skipped to the car, pausing for a second to ruffle his hair. "What? No frosted tips?" She teased and hopped into her seat.
Her "boyfriend" leaned over and put his face up to hers. "Some things are better left in the past." He whispered and kissed the tip of her nose. "Plus, I would have been stuck it them for weeks." He winked and shut the door.
Veronica was quiet the entire ride to the restaurant, enjoying the memories of being in the yellow car together, way back when, listening to the mix of early-2000's music coming from the stereo, and thinking about Logan's "end game".
When they pulled up to Mama Leone's, Logan reached for her hand. "Are you okay?" He asked softly. "You didn't try and make me stop the car to fool around." He teased.
Veronica bit her lip and blushed. "Just lost in some memories...good memories." She admitted. "And a little nervous."
He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently. "I'm kind of nervous too. I just want everything to be perfect for you tonight."
Veronica's blue eyes sparkled at him. "It will be. Look...you already got the restaurant choice right!"
He smiled a big, goofy smile at her, dropped her hand, and jumped out of the car to open her door. When he did, she took his hand and they made their way into the restaurant.
Nina, the hostess, had been there since they were teenagers. "Veronica! It's so nice to see you and your friend again!" She gave the couple a big grin and a wink and happily showed them to a back corner table. Veronica let out a little giggle knowing that Nina was in on Logan's plan.
"Would either of you like a beverage before you decide on dinner." Nina asked as they sat down.
Veronica was already busy inspecting the menu she knew off by heart. "I'll have my usual glass of Chianti, please." She said, trying to decide if she wanted manicotti or lasagne.
Nina cleared her throat and looked over at Logan. "Ummm...Veronica...I'm sorry but I can't serve you alcohol. You are under the legal drinking age."
Veronica shook her head for a moment and peered over the menu at Logan, who just shrugged at her.
"It's my ONE glass of wine a week!" She whined.
Logan gave her a pretend-serious look. "Well then, it will be here next week for you. I'm shocked that the Sherriff 's daughter would ask for alcohol while underage!"
She narrowed her eyes. "Former-Sherriff, by now. If we're going to play this little game, at least get the canon right." Veronica hissed.
Logan laughed and clapped his hands together. "Right! Both my lovely date and I will have sparkling water with lemon, Nina. Please!"
Nina laughed at the couple and shook her head as she walked away from the table. Veronica dove back behind her menu. This was definitely going to be an interesting night.
The sun was starting to make its decent in he sky, casting a beautiful orange glow over everything. Veronica kept her face towards the window, watching Neptune go by, and trying to figure out where they were going next. She felt her face heat up as Logan pulled into the parking lot at Neptune High. He coasted through and settled on a spot closer to the school and facing away from the road. As he turned off the engine, a security guard began walking through the quad, towards the car. Logan gave him a small salute and the guard smiled and nodded, then walked away.
Veronica felt the corners of her mouth twitch. She knew exactly why they were here. Slowly making eye contact, he gave her a lascivious grin. She licked her lips, her stomach beginning to get butterflies as she waited for him to make his move.
His eyes twinkled with mischief when he spoke. "We have 45 minutes before our next class. Care to kill some time with me, in my back seat, before then?" He bounced his eyebrows at her.
She felt like a cat getting ready to pounce. "I thought you would never ask." She said and scrambled over the middle console and into the back seat.
Logan slid out the front door and flung open the back door. She had already positioned herself against the far end of the backseat, one leg bent with her boot on the leather cushioning, one leg bent and down on the floor. In a swift movement, Logan slid into the back, on top of her, slamming the door shut behind him.
Veronica let out a low moan as he seized her mouth in his. Logan's body stretched across the vehicles width and she slid down the seat to conform to his torso, wrapping her legs around his waist.
An overwhelming need grew in her as they made out, all tongues and lips and teeth. Veronica felt him swell against her and she started thinking of having him inside her. She rocked herself, pushing at Logan's shoulders, so he sat up, grasping her by the ass on the way up so they were still locked at the lips, but now she was in his lap.
He let his mouth wander down to her neck and Veronica groaned as her body turned white hot. She threaded her fingers through his hair and brought her fingers together, giving his locks a slight pull. He let out a passionate curse into her skin and a call for more.
Her need for him began to become too much for her to handle and she nearly came when Logan started moving his thumb over her shirt, catching her nipple through the fabric.
Veronica remembered this pure need she had for him once upon a time, before he was in her bed every night. Pulling back from his embrace she focused on his face. The sun had almost set, and almost by magic, in the evening light, was the face of the boy she first fell in love with. Caressing his face, she ran her fingers over his round cheeks, down his chin, across his soft upper lip, and over his smooth forehead. She studied him, and he let her look upon him with younger eyes. When she finally settled on his gaze, she began to well up with emotion. The game had disappeared at some point, and they were now existing, in Veronica's mind, in this new reality.
"Make love to me, Logan. I want you to be the first person on Earth to make love to me, and someday, when we are old, I want you to be the last." She whispered.
Her words caught Logan off guard and she heard him take a shakey breath, letting her words sink deeply into his soul. "I'm so glad I waited for you, Veronica Mars" He replied, his words like a prayer of thanks on his lips. Leaning in, he planted a delicate kiss on her lips. "Let's go." He said and beamed at her.
Veronica nearly fell out of the car and onto the cement as she scrambled out and then back into her passenger seat. Looking over at the drivers side, she realized that Logan had stopped outside to text someone on his phone. She tapped her foot impatiently. "Not. Very. Romantic." She muttered to herself.
When Logan slipped back in next to her, she must have had a severe face on because he looked apologetic. "Sorry. Just planning..." He grinned and started the car.
Their ride was familiar. Over the years, some businesses on the route had changed, but the streets remained the same. Veronica knew exactly where they were going and by the time the vallet opened her door at the Neptune Grand, she felt like she was going to cry. Logan came around and put his hand on her shoulder, kissing the side of her head.
They walked through the lobby, hand in hand, and headed for the elevator. On the ride up to the penthouse, Veronica was sure that Logan could hear her heart pounding in the tiny, quiet space. When it opened on "their" floor, she hesitated momentarily. Logan stepped out into the hall and turned to offer her his hand. Fighting her tears, they walked to the door of the penthouse suite. Stopping at the entrance, she reached up and traced the brass numbers "1145", with her index finger.
Logan pulled out his wallet and produced the plastic swipe card. Wordlessly, he handed the card to Veronica. She took it from his hand, letting her fingers linger on his for a moment, her eyes catching his. She placed the card in he reader and watched the light turn green. Taking a breath, she opened the door and gasped.
The suite was awash in candlelight. Veronica felt herself float into the room, drawn to the tiny flames set up around the main space. Gone was the old glass and leather look of the room, replaced instead by soft earth tones and acrylic landscapes. She moved through the interior like a dream, everything soft and gentle. Music was playing faintly somewhere and she snapped out of her trance and turned towards the sound.
That's when she saw it; Logan's room...their room...bathed I'm candle light. She felt it's pull and as she walked closer, she realized the bed was covered in white rose petals. She paused at the entrance and she felt Logan come up behind her. Her eyes were memorizing the room - once orange and white, black and chrome – was now burgundy and rich brown, earthenware and sand.
Logan's hand shook slightly as he placed it on her hip. The contact snapped Veronica out of her head and she wove her fingers on top of Logan's. He wrapped his other hand around her waist, across her stomach, his hand touching near their joined hands. She let her head fall back against his chest as the tears that had threatened to appear finally fell from her eyes. He leaned down, kissing the side of her face, catching a tear with his lips. Letting go of his hand, she spun around and captured his lips with hers. Grasping her hips, he continued her spin until they were at the foot of the bed.
Logan gazed down on Veronica's face, watching the softness and roundness of youth appear in the candle light, her blue eyes sparkling with a lightness he hadn't seen since they were kids. Carefully, he reached down with both hands and began to unzip her hoodie. When the zipper was open, he moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed the fabric off her arms, dropping her purse with it in the process.
Veronica bit her lip and smiled shyly at him before reaching up and running her hands over his shoulders, making his jacket drop to the floor as well. She dropped her arms to her side and waited.
Logan took her shirt by the edging and she lifted her arms up. He smoothly pulled it over her head and dropped it on the ground. He gave an involuntary shudder as he gazed on her pink cotton bra, and it's contents. Veronica did the same to his t-shirt, but stopped to run her fingers gently over his puka-shells, and then down his sternum, following the trail of hair that started at his navel and ended at the top of his khakis. Hooking her fingers into the waistband, she undid his button and unzipped his fly, letting them drop to his ankles. Logan's erection strained at his boxers, and he gasped when she took her palm and cupped him through the fabric. He reached over to her and popped the button of her jeans and slowly, dragged down her zipper. He hooked his thumbs into her pockets and gently slid the tight jeans down to her ankles, kneeling in front of her as he did so.
Veronica breathing became heavy as she felt his breath on her stomach. Reverently, he put his smooth cheek to her abdomen and kissed her navel. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, giving a shiver of anticipation. Carefully, she began to move and he sat back on his heels as she toed off her shoes and socks and stepped out of her jeans, moving away from him slightly. He reached behind him and awkwardly yanked his shoes and socks from his feet and kicked off his pants, making Veronica smile at him. He met her smile with his own and he quickly stood, sweeping her up in his arms as he moved.
Veronica clung to Logan's neck as he gently lowered her on the bed, the rose petals kissing her skin. He shifted so he was on all fours, hovering above her, meeting her eye-to-eye.
"Hey." He whispered.
"Hey." She replied.
"I love you, Veronica Mars." He beamed at her.
She reached up and cupped his face with her hands. "I love you, Logan Echolls." She planted the softest kiss on his lips and dropped her head back. "Make love to me." She breathed.
Logan dropped his head to sweep Veronica's mouth in his. He rolled his body to the side, taking her with him and the two began exploring each other again. Veronica's hands maneuvered the deep hills and valleys of Logan's back, arms, and chest, finally settling on his cock. Logan ran his fingers gently over Veronica's curves, lingering for a moment to unsnap her bra and coax her breasts from their enclosure.
She began murmuring his name, over and over, punctuated by tiny pleadings for more. She rolled on her back to give him better access and he took his chance, dropping his hand to her mound and gently rubbing her over the cotton. She bucked in his hands, needing more, and he answered her pleading by moving his fingers past the fabric and sliding it gracefully into her wet folds.
Crying out, Veronica began undulating under him. Her hand slipped past the folds of his underwear and he let out a low growl as she began pumping his cock as she writhed. Logan dropped his head down to her breast and flicked it with her tongue causing her to cry out again with pleasure. It was almost too much pleasure, her senses and emotions overwhelmed. As if knowing her thoughts, Logan suddenly retreated from inside of her and moved away from her clutches. She let out a groan of frustration but he answered it by grasping the edge of her panties and pulling them down her legs. She wiggled and kicked them off, watching as he finally freed his cock and tossed his boxers on the ground.
Kneeling beside her, he reached for the side table and grabbed a condom from the top drawer. She watched as he rolled it over the length of himself, and she reached out and gave his cock several pumps with her fist to get him fully hard again.
Once again, Logan raised himself above Veronica, and she spread her legs, inviting him inside of her. Positioning himself so his cock was nestled in the warmth of her lips, there was a moment where they both waited, unmoving on the cusp of each other, enjoying the delicious feeling of anticipation.
Logan slid through her juices and began to bury himself deep inside. Veronica's walls were tight from the lack of intercourse and her nervousness. Slowly, Logan worked through her, both gasping at the friction and then exhaling deep moans as they connected further. Veronica shifted to accommodate him, moving her hips so her g-spot was positioned just right, and let him fully inside of her. Logan settled onto his knees and they both began moving in passionate sync with the other.
Weeks, months , years of yearning for built through them as they murmured their love for each other over and over again. Any anxiety the Veronica had was lost as she gave into the perfection of being with the only man she ever loved. Their eyes locked and Logan watched as Veronica blue eyes darkened, full of lust.
And then, just like that, her universe exploded and a million tiny stars shot from her body into the sky, spreading her passion to the heavens. Watching her come, made Logan let go, his heart exploding into a million tiny pieces a pulsing deep inside of her. He was sure he had never felt quite like this before.
Neither one wanted to be the first to move, enjoying being tied together again. Finally, Logan rolled off of Veronica and to the edge of the bed, disposing of the condom before crawling back to her. Veronica lay waiting for him and the second he was on his side, she rolled into his arms. He enveloped her with his flesh, creating a warm cocoon for her tiny body.
The tears came quickly and happily as Veronica lay pressed against her husband. She looked up to his face to find his eyes wet as well. She realized what she said in the car was true - this was the man who she wanted to make love to until they both drew their last breath. She felt her mortality and her place in the universe with this man; her best friend, her lover, her partner, her all. No matter what the future held for them, she was at peace with the fact that she would be in his arms forever. She slid up his body and kissed him gently, a tremendous grin on her face. "Best 'first time' in the history of 'first times'." She said gleefully.
"I agree." He whispered and kissed her sweetly.
They made love again a few minutes later. And again after that. And again later on. For two days, they stayed in their bed, reaffirming their love, day and night.
Chapter End Notes
The inspiration for the hotel scene was the song "Naked as we Came" by Iron & Wine. I highly recommend listening to it.