A/N: This little AU is dedicated to Darlinginmyway who posted a fun AU list over on Tumblr and then when I wrote a few sentences encouraged me to write more with the help of many fun gifs! As it started to take shape I realized that one of the April vmficrecs prompts actually worked so this first chapter is also for Option Seven - Today's Inspirational Quote: 7C "You are remembered for the rules you break." Douglas MacArthur. And finally thanks to BryroseA for her fantastic betaing skills and helping me hashout where this is all going!
A/N update: Beautiful cover art by the incomparable Lilamadison11 over on Tumblr. If you haven't seen her work you are seriously missing out!
"It's really sweet of you to bring me flowers, but usually in here it's the other way around." The florist looked at the arrangement, apparently recognizing his work. His bland smile turned to a frown after a quick glance up at Veronica and he scoffed and let out a small laugh.
"What's so funny? You made the damn thing." Veronica pointed out.
"Well, it's just, you know, this is all wrong. You don't give a beautiful woman—like you—this kind of arrangement, this is the sort of thing you give your grandmother or great-aunt. No, if I'd known who this arrangement was for…" He looked at her and shook his head.
"If I'd know it was for you, I'd still have sold the guy this arrangement but then I'd have made you a very different one. And I would have put my phone number on the card, not some creepy quote. I mean really who says this kind of thing: 'You are a cinema, I could watch you forever'." The florist laughed.
Veronica narrowed her eyes at the handsome florist, "Your phone number is on the card."
"Yes, but if these were from me I'd have given you my personal number, not my business one. Like this." He reached below the counter and pulled out a thick piece of card stock and a felt-tipped pen. His looping script filled the small card. Before he handed it to her he reached out and snatched a deep red blackout lily and, with a flourish, presented it along with the card to Veronica.
"Wow, you do this a lot?" Veronica asked, unimpressed.
"A time or two." He smirked back at her.
Veronica looked down at the card. Logan Echolls. The name was familiar. He had given her his phone number and email address—how modern of him—and below that he had written another name. Stanley Peters. Who the hell is Stanley Peters?
"What is this?" She asked.
"My name and number. And that—" His long tapered finger tapped the second name, "Is the name of the guy who bought that arrangement."
"So you're hitting on me and giving me the name of my secret admirer?" Veronica looked at him flummoxed.
"Yes, I most definitely am," Logan smiled appreciatively at her, "I'm not afraid of a little competition. Anyway, you came here to solve a mystery and I can't resist a good intrigue. So do you know this guy?"
"I don't think so." Veronica twirled the lily back and forth between her fingers, watching the black spots in each petal move in and out of focus. She looked around the room and noticed two cameras. "Do those work?"
Logan followed her gaze. "Yeah, you wanna see if we can find a good shot of the guy? I can pull it up on my laptop." His offer was cut short as the bell on the door jangled and Logan frowned, "Can you give me a minute?"
Veronica nodded and picked up the small card that had been with the flowers she had received at work that morning. It was the same as the note card that the florist, Logan, had just given her. The handwriting was block print and unfamiliar. She compared it to Logan's writing but didn't think it was likely that he had written them both. Veronica glanced at her watch and saw that she really needed to get back to the office. It was only her second week at her new job and being late to a staff meeting didn't seem like a good idea.
She made eye contact with the florist and he quickly excused himself from the customer.
"I have to get back to work but could I stop by this evening? You're open until six?" Veronica asked.
"Yeah, why don't you come by at six-thirty? I'll be all closed up and we can look at the video without interruption." A sexy smile crossed his face, "Maybe I can convince you to have dinner with me."
Veronica gave him an appraising look, he was handsome and the fitted button down he wore showed off broad, defined shoulders. And she had to admit the mischievous glint in his eyes had her curious about what was going on behind them.
"Hmmm…Maybe." Veronica involuntarily licked her lips thinking of having some private time with the fine-looking man. She quickly turned and grabbed her things—wouldn't do to telegraph all of her thoughts to him. "See you at six-thirty." She called over her shoulder and walked out the door.
Veronica's office was just a few blocks up the street from the shop—L & L Florist—so she made it back in time for the staff meeting. Veronica had dabbled in criminal justice during college but had ended up pursuing journalism with a photography double major. Her last two jobs had been fine, but she had mostly been limited to covering local issues and to filling in when the head photographer wasn't available. When this position had been advertised, it felt like the planets had aligned. They were looking for someone with extensive photography experience as well as an ability to write who was willing to travel. Veronica had submitted her portfolio immediately. Two interviews and two months later, here she was with her own office (instead of that horrible cubicle) and the first bit of freedom she had felt since her first semester of college.
"Hey Veronica. Heading to the meeting?" A quiet voice caught Veronica's attention.
Veronica looked up and smiled. A petite brunette with fun streaks of purple in her hair was poking her head into the office, her hands holding two cups of coffee. "Mac! And you have coffee. Let me grab my notebook and I'll be ready." Veronica hadn't found making friends as an adult very pleasant in general, and finding other women whose company she enjoyed…that was even harder. But Cindy 'Mac' Mackenzie was the head of IT at the online magazine and Veronica had recognized a kindred spirit from the get-go. Mac had taken her out for drinks after the second interview and a beautiful friendship had begun.
"So, did you figure out who sent you the flowers?" Mac asked as they made their way to the conference room.
"No, but the florist hit on me." Veronica exhaled dramatically and pretended to fan herself. "I should have taken a picture—he was unbelievably hot."
"A male florist? A straight male florist? Are you serious?" Mac shot her an incredulous look. "This is San Francisco are you sure he wasn't just being friendly-flirty?"
"He gave me his number and asked me to dinner. What do you think?"
Mac considered the new information. "Google him, maybe his Facebook isn't private."
Veronica pulled out her phone and put the florist's name into the search. A bunch of hits came up, more than was warranted by a small flower shop. At the top were a few pictures, so deciding to look at the rest later, Veronica clicked on the image that looked most recent and turned her phone to Mac.
Mac swallowed, "You weren't kidding. You know, he looks really familiar." Mac said as they found their seats.
"His name is familiar too and this brought up a lot of hits. I'm going to have to do some investigating later." Veronica whispered as their boss started the meeting.
The rest of Veronica's afternoon had been packed, so she never did get the chance to check up on the mystery florist. Instead she had to run to make it to the small shop at six-thirty as they had arranged. She found that the closed sign was up but the door was unlocked. "Logan?" She called into the empty space.
"Back here." His voice came from behind the counter where there was a small hall that led to the back of the shop. A few moments later, he emerged carrying a thin laptop. He came around the counter and gestured to a small table with a few chairs around it.
"So, I'm pretty sure the guy came in yesterday in the mid-afternoon." He smiled at Veronica before opening the laptop. "The data is archived with my security company, but I can stream it live or view the files for two weeks." He explained while bringing up the correct video and setting the playback to a faster rate.
Veronica watched while several customers and what looked like a delivery service entered the store and immediately picked up arrangements. Finally Logan slowed the playback to normal. "This guy." He paused the video and pointed at a white male of average height wearing a baseball cap. The bill of the cap obscured most of his face.
"Hit play again." Veronica requested. She watched as the man wondered through the small store and sorted through several pre-made arrangements before approaching the counter. "Do you remember what he talked with you about?"
Logan smiled, "Sure, because the guy was a bit off. He wanted a weird combination of flowers. Look, I don't put a lot of stock in the 'this flower means this or that' stuff—I'm more of an aesthetics type of guy. But Stanley wanted very specific flowers. Hmm…give me just a minute; I might still have the sheet I wrote what he wanted on." Logan got up and headed back behind the counter.
Veronica rewound the video and watched it from the beginning again, hoping to get a better view of the guy's face. Stanley had sat at this very table and waited while his arrangement was made. Veronica was a little surprised that it was even possible to request an arrangement and wait for it to be made. Unfortunately, even though he was there for almost twenty minutes, he never once looked up into the camera. There were a few profiles though, and she hoped she might get lucky enhancing the stranger's reflection in the glass display cases but it wasn't likely that Logan would have the right software on his laptop to do it.
Logan returned a few minutes later with a crumpled up sheet of paper. "It's your lucky day." He said cheerfully, "My cleaning service doesn't come every day and this was still in my office trash." He smoothed out the sheet. "He wanted the bouquet to express," Logan cleared his throat and said mock seriously, "anticipation, encouragement, admiration, forgiveness and innocence. Like I said the guy was a bit off. I have people request friendly or romantic arrangements all the time but rarely is anyone this specific. And really, how do you make flowers show anticipation?" He grumbled.
"Not very florist-y of you." Veronica laughed. "Well, I watched the whole time he was in the store and no clear shots of his face but a few where I might be able to enhance his reflection in that case." She pointed at the case. "Can I have a copy of the file?"
"On one condition." Logan gave her that sexy smile again. She nodded, encouraging him to continue. "Have dinner with me."
"Persistence. Is there a flower for that?" Veronica quipped.
"I'm not sure, but there is definitely a restaurant for it. Come on, I promise I don't bite—unless asked." He winked playfully.
Why not? He's hot and I haven't been on an actual date in over a year. Not that this is a date, is it?
Almost two hours and half way through their second bottle of wine Veronica had determined that the sexy florist was also darkly funny, intelligent, witty, and that he spoke with his hands in a mesmerizing way—okay Veronica, slow down on the wine, she thought to herself.
"Veronica?" Logan brought her attention back to him.
"Sorry, what did you say?" She felt a blush creep up her neck and on her cheeks.
"I asked if you might want to get dessert to-go?" He asked biting his lip.
"To-go, huh? Where did you think we might go with it?" Veronica leaned forward hoping she was giving him a flirtatious smile.
"I live just up the street, my place has a view of the bay…" He sagged as the words came out, "I swear that wasn't a line. Oh my god, I sound like a total asshole. Can I try that again?"
Veronica smirked and encouraged him to try again.
"My place has a great view and I thought it might be nice to sit outside and enjoy the view together. No pressure, just good company and maybe a nightcap." He gave her a shy and incredibly sweet smile.
As promised Logan's apartment, if you could call it that, was just up the street. The view from the balcony was spectacular. Veronica could see the lights on the new Bay Bridge as well as the San Francisco skyline through the haze of a light fog.
"Thought I'd save the tour for after we have dessert." He said as he grabbed a couple of plates and champagne flutes from the little outdoor wet bar that was right next to a fully appointed sitting area. Logan set out the strawberry and dark chocolate tart, "So Veronica, what do you think?"
While Logan had been preparing their dessert, Veronica had wandered over to the railing and was admiring the view. "I think you weren't exaggerating when you said you had a great view." And that he was probably vastly underestimating when he said a time or two…boy's pretty well setup for entertaining the ladies. Veronica walked back over to the large outdoor couch and took a seat smirking to herself. Logan joined her a few moments later with two glasses of champagne.
"To creeps with poor quotation skills." Logan declared raising his glass.
"Cheers." Veronica agreed. This may not have been the most conventional of first dates—if it even was a date, and she's pretty sure by now it was—but she's definitely enjoying herself. They spent the next few minutes sipping champagne and eating the delicious tart.
With the dessert gone, Veronica can't resist, "So Logan, how did you become a florist?" She asked, taking a small sip of her champagne.
"You must do the things you think you cannot do." He replied.
"Seriously? You're going to quote Eleanor Roosevelt at me?"
"Well I thought you deserved a better one than 'secret admirer' boy had up his sleeve." Logan leaned back against the cushions and exhaled, "how does anyone become what they are? A dream, an experience that colors the rest of your life, a need to be useful." He replied wistfully.
"A need for a paycheck? Cause these are some pretty fancy digs you got here." Veronica quipped.
"Well, sure, that too, I suppose." Logan looked at their glasses, "We need refills. I'll be right back." He leaned forward to grab her glass but paused and looked back at her. The hand that had been reaching for the glass redirected and brushed a loose strand of hair off Veronica's face. She couldn't help but lean into his touch. He leaned further toward her and gently pressed his lips to hers, his hand drifting down her neck and cupping her shoulder. He pulled back briefly; Veronica met his eyes, now dark with lust. She pressed forward to return his kiss. She had no idea how long they stayed lost in each other but Logan pulled away first. "Wow." He exhaled, "Okay, I'm going to get us more champagne. And cool off a bit…" The last said under his breath.
As he left, Veronica got up from the couch, thinking she could use a little cooling off too. She leaned against the railing, enjoying the feel of the breeze coming off the water. She gripped the rail so that she could lean back; taking in a deep breath, her tipsy brain enjoying the slight rush, which was amplified as a large warm hand wrapped around her waist and settled against her stomach. Veronica's eyes sprung open to see a glass of champagne being held in front of her. She accepted the glass and leaned back against Logan's firm chest, sighing in relief at the feel of his touch. He seemed to take her actions as an invitation and shifted her body so that his hips were tight against her ass. So much for cooling off…
Veronica felt his lips brush against her ear, "You are so beautiful." He whispered and continued to ghost his lips down the column of her throat, inhaling deeply when he reached the junction of her neck and shoulder, "And smell amazing. God, I can't wait to taste you." His words vibrated against her pulse and she could feel him getting hard.
And maybe normally she would have been put off at his boldness but god he felt so good and if she was honest she couldn't wait for him to taste her either. Veronica took a last sip of her champagne, turned in his arms and pulled him down to her. He tasted of the sweet strawberry dessert they had shared, dry champagne, and something that must have just been him—it was intoxicating. She moaned into the kiss as he lifted her up into his arms.
Before she realized what had happened Logan had settled them both onto his huge bed with Veronica straddling his lap. "Is this where you take all your conquests?" She asked breathlessly.
"Nope, only the short ones." Logan responded cheekily before capturing her lips again. His tongue swept into her mouth, stealing any response she might have come up with. Logan's hands ran up and down her back and then traced the bit of bare skin between her jeans and shirt before slowly starting to lift the hem. Veronica, running on instinct at this point, deepened the kiss then lifted her arms so he could pull the shirt off.
"Yours too," She practically growled as her shirt flew across the room. And it seemed Logan was not one to ignore a ladies request. His shirt went flying. Veronica didn't hesitate to explore his muscled chest and abdomen. Logan groaned as she glided her hands across his abs, up his chest and finally over his shoulders and down his upper back. The contrast of his smooth abs and the rough but masculine feel of the hair on his chest, the heady scent of his skin, and the alcohol—if she was being completely honest—had taken over most of her ability to think, but as her hands skimmed down his toned back she felt dozens of bumpy ridges laid out in an abstract pattern across his shoulder blades and pulled back.
The question must have been either familiar or plain in her eyes because before she could even open her mouth Logan's thumb swept across her cheek, "My formative years were…well—formative." He pulled her towards him and pressed a heated kiss to her mouth while unhooking her bra one handed. "Ta da!" He declared with a bright smile as the bra slid down, exposing her breasts. Theatrics complete, he didn't wait to duck down and take one of her nipples into his mouth. His tongue flicked then laved at it several times before pulling back, "I knew you would taste amazing." He rolled his hips against her and moved to pay lip service to her other nipple.
Veronica was loosing it fast. His hands, his mouth—god they were dry humping each other like teenagers. She slid her hands between them and reached for the button of his jeans. She fumbled a bit trying to release his jeans while they kept up their slow grind against each other. Finally, frustration getting the better of her, Veronica shoved Logan back, breaking the contact his mouth was making with her now overly sensitive breast. "Pants off. Now." She growled.
"Yes Ma'am." Logan rolled until he was on top of Veronica and then stood abruptly. He shoved his pants and boxers off in one swift motion.
"Wow." Veronica couldn't hide her admiration; he was a beautiful specimen of a man.
Logan dropped to his knees and slid between Veronica's legs, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her up to a sitting position. As soon as she was where he wanted her, his hands released and he resumed kissing and sucking on her stomach while his hands went to her jeans. "Mmmm," he hummed against her ribs, "Pants off…now." But he didn't wait for her to respond; instead he slipped an arm under her hips and pulled her jeans off in one smooth motion.
He was now completely naked and Veronica was wearing only a cheeky pair of lacy boy shorts. God she was glad she had worn cute lingerie.
Logan picked up her leg and pressed a soft kiss against her ankle, "Veronica. Watch me." And Veronica couldn't help but watch as he slowly kissed his way up her leg, never taking his eyes off hers. The intensity of his gaze and the feel of his incredibly soft lips were driving her mad. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. When he reached the edge of her panties he set her leg on his shoulder, picked up her other leg and started the process over again.
Just when she thought she would go insane with wanting him to touch her…really touch her, his hands wrapped around her hips, gripping her ass and pulling her core against his mouth. She heard him inhale shakily then felt him tongue her through the lace of her boy shorts. "God, Logan. More…please." She begged.
Logan's hand slid up and grabbed the top of the lace, his other hand gripping Veronica's ankles and lifting her up so that he could remove the last barrier between them. He placed her legs back on his shoulders, splayed his hand on her stomach, and pushed down gently, causing her hips to relax involuntarily and open her up to him. "I've been thinking about doing this for hours. I've been hard almost all day just thinking about you like this."
He stopped teasing and brushed his lips against her, causing Veronica to moan loudly. She could feel him smile against her before his tongue flicked against her clit, circling it with alternating firm and light pressure. Veronica was certain she had never felt anything as good as what he was doing to her and then had to take the thought right back as he slid one of those long elegant fingers that she had been watching—fantasizing about—all night into her. And she was gone; Veronica felt her whole body go rigid with pleasure as he continued to work her until she begged him to stop.
Logan crawled back up her body, "You coming has to be the most amazing thing I've ever seen. I'm going to make you come all night long." He hummed against her neck as he reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. He looked into Veronica's eyes and she saw it there—a question—he wouldn't go further without her agreement.
Veronica reached for the condom and tore it open, "I hope you have more than one of these if you're going to make me come all night long." She purred, taking his cock in her hand and rolling the condom on while Logan moaned and thrust into her touch.
Logan took both of her hands in one of his and held them above her head. Veronica felt herself tense; it had been a long time and feeling out of control rarely led to good things for her. But after all of these years she had a better handle on what she needed to feel comfortable. "Logan, wait."
Logan looked down at her, his eyes hot and somehow tender at the same time. "I need to be on top." She told him. Without pause he released her wrists and gripped her hips, rolling them both over. But instead of lying back, he moved into a sitting position so that Veronica was in his lap. "How's this?" His words vibrated against her neck and he moved one of his hands between them. He rubbed the head of his dick back and forth against her, waiting for a response.
"Yessss." Veronica shifted her hips as he slid past her opening to start to take him into her. They both stilled at the sensation. Logan moved his hand back to hold her hip, but stayed still, waiting for her to take the lead. Veronica slowly lowered herself onto him gripping tightly to his shoulders. Once she had taken as much of him as she could, Veronica leaned forward to kiss him, licking her tongue into his mouth. Logan opened to her and shifted his hips subtly, causing him to go deeper. They both moaned loudly at the feeling. They continued to kiss as Veronica started to move. Logan met her every downward motion with a short upward thrust. He moved his hands from her hips to her neck and lower back. Now supporting her, Logan rose onto his knees and tilted Veronica back, allowing her to remain on top but him to take control. He drove up into her, using his hold on her lower back as leverage to push her tighter against him. Veronica felt her clit rub against him with every stroke.
"Verrrooonicaaa." Logan trailed kisses down her neck and bent her further back. He kissed his way between her breasts as he increased his pace. Logan sucked a nipple between his teeth and gently bit down on a hard upward thrust causing Veronica's world to break apart. When her vision cleared Logan's lips were back against hers. His thrusts were erratic and he was moaning into her mouth. Veronica tightened her muscles around him with each stroke until Logan came hard with her name on his lips.
Logan laid them onto the bed side-by-side, both catching their breath.
The next morning, Logan woke up with a tiny blonde spooned against him, their fingers intertwined. He tightened his hold on her, reveling in the feel of her soft skin and her sweet scent. Careful though he was, his movements woke her.
Veronica jerked up and stared down at Logan her face flushing. "Oh god." She looked down, turning impossibly redder, "I'm so embarrassed. I don't normally do this—" Veronica waved her hand between them, hugging the sheet tightly against her chest.
"This?" Logan asked, smirking at her blush, which he'd bet he'd find went down to her toes if he lifted the sheet.
"Sorry, I'm confused, you don't normally sleep?" He continued to tease her.
"No, you jackass, I don't usually have sex with strangers!" She exclaimed with exasperation.
"Oh that…come now, we're not strangers. And it was some really great sex." He smiled winningly. "In fact—" He scooted closer to her and bent his lips to her neck brushing them across a faint bruise he'd left the night before—or maybe that was early this morning.
"Logan, stop, I need go." Veronica complained as Logan continued to work his way across her shoulder and started to pull the sheet away.
"No, don't go. Stay." Logan bent his head down to kiss his way across her chest, spotting several more light bruises, "Mmmm…" Veronica's head lolled back as he took a nipple between his lips and sucked. Logan lifted her into his lap, "Can I interest you in a shower? I'll wash your back." Logan whispered into Veronica's hair.
Veronica nodded into his chest, so he moved her to straddle his lap and scooted them off the bed. He held her close and walked them to his bathroom.
Logan hadn't had sex that good in… Last night was the best sex I've ever had, and this morning was in the top tier, too, he thought, still feeling blissed out as he pulled on a clean pair of jeans. And if that was just the first time… The possibility of how much better it could be between him and Veronica was making him hard again.
Veronica wrapped her hands around him from behind, "Down boy." She chuckled, buttoning his jeans for him. "You're going to need to feed me if you want another go 'round." She kissed his back, which did not help Logan to calm himself. After seeing his scars most women avoided touching his back but that she seemed unfazed was incredibly arousing.
"Good god woman, I can't control myself around you." He took her hands in his and spun them around a few times, kissed her nose and settled his hands on her hips. "Food. There is this great little place not too far. We could walk down have some breakfast," he looked at his watch, "Hmm…make that brunch or maybe lunch. And then we could go back to your place and you can copy those files off my laptop." Logan couldn't resist pulling her close so she could feel that he was hard again, "And maybe we can see what happens?" He grinned playfully.
"What are you the energizer bunny? Do you just keeping going and going?"
"What's that make you, if you keep coming and coming?"
"Ugh, get dressed. Feed me." Logan started to open his mouth, "No, Echolls. Take me to breakfast, lunch, whatever. I'm spent." Veronica threw her hands in the air, and Logan captured them in his again and whispered kisses along her knuckles.
"Yes, ma'am." He released her hands and headed to his closet to grab a fresh shirt. He pulled on a dark green Henley that always seemed to gain him attention. He hoped Veronica liked it.
Logan held the door for Veronica as they exited his building and had to jog a few steps to catch up with her on the sidewalk. He reached for her hand, trying to intertwine their fingers but Veronica startled and pulled her hand away.
"What are you doing?" Veronica asked.
"Trying to hold your hand. Unsuccessfully, I might add." Logan raised his eyebrows at her. "Did last night and this morning not earn me hand-holding privileges?" Logan tried to keep a smirk on his face but knew he sounded petulant.
"Hand-holding is more of a dating gesture, not a night-o-fun gesture." Veronica replied her playfulness from earlier all but gone.
Logan reached for her hand again and didn't let her pull away. "Don't get me wrong, last night was fun. A lot of fun. This morning too." He waggled his eyebrows at her, "And I definitely want to have more fun with you. But I want to get to know you, too." Logan felt her hand relax in his so he interlaced their fingers and pulled her closer. "I don't just want to give you a copy of the video and never see you again." He lifted her hand to his lips.
"Oh god, you're a romantic, aren't you?" Veronica looked at him like he'd grown a second head.
"Yup." He popped the P against her hand then looked into her eyes. "I'm a florist, Veronica, are you really surprised?"
Veronica sighed, dramatically shaking her head.
"Come on, let me take you to breakfast and try to convince you." Logan gave her his best puppy dog eyes.
"Fine, breakfast." She continued to shake her head but let him hold her hand. "I'm breaking all of my rules."
"'You are remembered for the rules you break.' Douglas MacArthur." Logan quoted at her and kissed her temple as he pulled her into the little café.
An hour and some quiche later, Logan pressed Veronica against the wall of the elevator. What is it about her? I can't get enough. He inhaled her scent and let his hands roam down her sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts causing her to moan into his mouth.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened painfully slowly. Once they'd opened, Veronica propelled them down the hall, kissing Logan, then dragging him further down the hall. She already had her keys out when they reached her door. It took all of Logan's self control to not just take her against the door.
The door clicked open and they were on each other again with barely contained restraint. Logan couldn't remember ever wanting someone so bad in his life. And I thought my teenage exploits were fucking awesome; they were nothing. He spun Veronica and kicked her door shut. "Bedroom? Couch? Wall? Fuck Veronica I need you right now." Logan groaned as Veronica unbuttoned his jeans and started to push them down.
"I don't care." She moaned into his mouth.
Logan spotted the couch and started walking Veronica backwards towards it as he kicked of his shoes and pants while pulling her shirt off and starting to work on her jeans.
"Okay, these clothes are done." Veronica said softly against Logan's chest. Her breath tickled across the hair on his chest, sending a shiver down his spine.
"I could shower again." Logan whispered into her hair, sliding his hand down to cup her bare ass. I think my body forgot I'm not seventeen anymore, he couldn't help but laugh to himself.
"I don't think that's necessary. Um…let me just go throw on some clean clothes and then we can take care of me getting a copy of that video." Veronica peeled herself off of Logan.
While Veronica headed to her bedroom, Logan took the opportunity to check out her apartment. It wasn't decorated yet but she did have a few essential pieces of furniture and photos set out. Logan pulled his boxers and jeans back on and continued to snoop around the living room and kitchen. "Can I make some coffee?" He called out when he spotted her espresso machine.
"You'll be my hero." Veronica's enthusiastic voice carried out of her room.
Logan started looking through the cupboards above the espresso machine and found everything he needed to make a couple of cappuccinos. "Cappuccino okay?" He waited and waited, "Veronica?" Still no response. He walked to her bedroom and found her staring at her bed.
"Babe, I'm pretty sure I could go again but asking is more useful than staring at the bed." He joked wrapping his arms around her waist.
She remained rigid in his arms and pointed to a small bundle of wildflowers and a square white card lying in the middle of the dark blue comforter on her queen size bed. Logan tightened his hold around Veronica and shifted her in his arms so that he could be closer to the bed while moving her further away.
In block printing, the card said, "I like watching you sleep, I find it fascinating. Where were you last night?"
Logan's heart raced and his fists clenched. The writing matched the card Veronica that had shown him earlier. This wasn't just some admirer with bad taste in movie lines and flowers; he had broken into her apartment.
"This guy really needs to get some better material."