True love is like gold

There's not enough to go around

But then there's God and doesn't God love everyone?

Give me a choice

Give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice

Sex is not the enemy

--Sex is not the enemy (Garbage)

"Are you ever going to move?" Veronica asked as she and Logan came up to the door of the guesthouse behind the Fennell house.

He turned and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you ashamed of my humble dwelling Miss Mars?" He asked.

"No," she said and she tipped her head toward the front house. "I'm just wondering about the wisdom of living behind my dad's girlfriend."

Logan draped his arms over her shoulders.

"He's OK with us now isn't he?"

"If you mean is he now resisting the urge to castrate you, then yes, he is definitely OK with us."

Logan chuckled. "Well I thank you, and the many women in my little black book give you their thanks too."

She gave him a playful slug and laughing he pulled her into a kiss. Strangely, she noticed he was trembling ever so slightly. She wondered if, despite his outward behavior, he was still dealing with the day's outcome. After all, his father had been convicted of murder just a few hours earlier.

"What did you say to him?" Logan asked, reaching into his pocket for his keys. He pulled them out and they slipped out of his hand and hit the ground. He hoped she didn't notice that his hands were shaking.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"I just reasoned with him," she said, wondering what Logan seemed so nervous about. "And played on the guilt he feels for leaving you with Aaron that night."

Logan finally got the door open and he stepped aside so she could go in. She stepped inside and caught her breath.

On every surface of the room there was a flickering candle or a vase of flowers. There was a champagne bottle in ice sitting beside the bed and faint music playing. Open mouthed, she turned and looked at Logan.

He was fiddling with his keys.

"Listen, I thought I would surprise you but if you're not cool with this that's fine. No pressure. We can go see a movie or some---"

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him until he was breathless.

"I'm cool with this," she whispered.

"Then maybe I should shut the door," he said. He grinned. "Wouldn't want to give the Fennell's a show."

Of course, he knew there was no chance of that. Keith and Alicia were out for the evening and he'd paid Wallace to take him and his brother out for the evening. Wallace only agreed after Logan promised not to tell him why he wanted him gone.

He closed the door and Veronica heard the door lock click into place. She swallowed and suddenly realized why Logan had seemed so nervous.

He pulled off his jacket and she smiled nervously at him and then walked over to some of the flowers, pretending to admire them.

Logan watched her wander around the room, looking at the various flowers. He didn't know what was her favorite so he'd gotten a dozen of every kind he came across. He started working on taking off the tie he'd worn to court. His fingers were trembling.

What the hell? It's not my first time. It's not even my first time with her.

Veronica sat down on the end of the bed and crossed her legs primly. She wasn't sure what to do with herself. Her throat was dry so she reached over and pulled the champagne bottle out of the ice. She glanced at the label and grinned.

Pulling his tie off Logan walked over to her and she smiled up at him.

"Sparkling cider?"

"I didn't want us to have any reason to forget," he said.

She set the bottle down and reached up and pulled him toward her. Their lips met hungrily as she pulled him down onto the bed. She worked hastily at the buttons of his shirt while his hands slipped under her top. She felt his thumbs making small circles on her stomach and her mind went blank. She was barely aware of pushing his shirt off until he cringed.

"What?" She asked, shaking off the haze of lust fogging her brain.

"Sorry," he said, and he carefully pulled off his shirt and that's when she noticed the gauze patch taped to his upper arm. "I probably should have mentioned this before."

"Is that a tattoo?" She asked in disbelief.

He nodded. Veronica sat up and watched him gingerly pick at the tape.

"If that's a heart with my name on it I'll pay for the laser removal." And she meant it. She wasn't opposed to tattoos as a rule but something about one marring Logan's body didn't sit well with her.

He smiled but didn't look at her. "Not exactly."

He finally pulled the bandage off and she got a look at it. It was a small picture of two lilies crossed over each other like an X, both delicate and drooping slightly.

"Oh my God," she whispered, touching it carefully with her fingertips. "It's beautiful."

Logan glanced at it. "We just never had a funeral or anything for our Lilly and now that the trial is over Lilly Kane is officially gone from our lives. I just thought I needed something permanent to remember them both by."

She touched his face and kissed him gently.

"You're amazing."

They were kneeling in front of each other on the bed. He reached around her, slipped his hands into the waistband of her pants and nudged her closer.

"Glad you like it," he said, kissing her cheek. "Because it will be the only one I ever get." He kissed her other cheek and then looked her in the eyes. "Because it hurt like a mother."

She laughed and he leaned down and started kissing her neck. She started running her hands over his bare chest while enjoying the tremors his exploring hands were causing her. She lowered her hands to his belt but his hands left her and covered her hands.

"Veronica," he said. She pulled back and looked at him curiously. "I know I'm going to hate myself for bringing this up…"

"Then don't," she said stubbornly, but he forged ahead anyway.

"I swear that it won't make a difference between us but it's been driving me nuts." He laced his fingers with hers. "When you and Duncan got back together when I was gone did---" his voice caught and he cleared his throat. Why are you doing this and why are you doing this now! "Did the two of you…."

He finally looked her in the eyes. He expected her to be frowning at him. He half expected her to slap him. After all, her sexual history wasn't any of his business and he had dumped her and left. But he simply had to know. In the flickering candlelight it wasn't anger he saw in her eyes. Surprisingly, it was amusement.

"Are you asking me to kiss and tell Logan?" She asked.

He let out the breath he'd been holding.

"Only if kissing was all you did."

She shook his hands away from hers and started unbuckling his belt again.

"Duncan and I went on two dates while you were gone." She carefully slid the belt out of the loops of his pants and watched him shutter from the intimacy of the gesture. "Do you think I'm that easy?"

He reached forward and carefully undid the top button on her shirt. His hands were still trembling.

"Well, if you think about it," he undid the next button, "this is technically our first date."

She stopped and her jaw dropped.

"You're right," she said with wonder in her voice. "I really am a slut."

He laughed and tackled her back onto the pillows. He kissed her neck as he carefully went back to work on her buttons.

"Logan," she said breathlessly. "One more thing…"

"Way ahead of you," he said and he leaned over and pulled open the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a box of Trojans and set them on top.

Veronica let out a horrified laugh.

"Exactly how many of those do you plan on using?" She asked.

He started working on the last button of her shirt.

"Just wanted to be on the safe side…" he mumbled as her shirt fell open. He caught his breath. "God I wish I remembered the first time…"

"What do you remember?" She whispered huskily.

"I remember you liked this…." He ran his fingers over the lace of her bra and she caught her breath. "And I remember one other thing." He leaned in and kissed her, and his hand slipped under the lace, his heart hammering in his chest. "There wasn't nearly as much talking."

She seemed to agree as she put her arms around him. After that there wasn't any talking at all.


There was one other thing that Logan did remember. The bliss. As he lay in the fading candlelight with Veronica snuggled against him he remembered the complete and utter contentment he had felt the first time. He couldn't imagine anything better.

He was wrong.

Veronica rolled over and smiled at him. She put her hand on the side of his face.

"I love you Logan Echolls," she said quietly. Then she grinned mischievously. "And don't you ever forget it."


Author's note: Well there it is. I'm kind of sad seeing it done. I hope it lived up to everyone's expectations. It kind of snowballed from my initial idea. It was supposed to be just a look at them reconnecting after believing the worst about each other. My original plan didn't involve the confrontation between Logan and Aaron or, get this, the miscarriage. It just sort of sprang to life on it's own. I did get to work in almost all of the songs from the Bleed Like Me CD but I did have to cheat twice--I used Metal Heart twice and #1 Crush is actually from the Romeo & Juliet soundtrack. Strangely, I never used Bad Boyfriend but that's OK I guess because it was used spectacularly in Leave it to Beaver as Logan dangled from the Coronado Bridge.

I have another idea rolling around in my head involving Troy coming back to town and Logan's jealousy issues but it's not fully formed yet so I don't know if it'll happen any time soon.

Thanks again for everyone that reviewed my little story. It really got me excited about continuing it. I appreciated all of them, even when my flawed interpretation of the legal system was pointed out. :) Til next time…..