Sticky and Sweet
Title: Sticky and Sweet
Author: Diane
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Prompt: Strawberries
Rating: Adult Rated
Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own a thing!
Spoilers/Warnings: This is set sometime during S3 so everything up to and including it just to be on the safe side. Story contains scenes and language of a sexual nature.
Summary: He smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows lasciviously, before reaching over and plucking a plump strawberry from the dish on the nightstand, running it through the cold substance that decorated her lightly tanned skin.
Author's Notes: I recently posted a comment fic meme - stories mustn't be longer than the length of a LJ comment ie. 4,300 characters - on my personal journal and this has been written in response to Kris' (spikeshunny's) request.
“Logan!” Veronica giggled as her boyfriend sprayed whipped cream onto her stomach as he sat astride her. “It tickles!”
He smirked at her, wiggling his eyebrows lasciviously, before reaching over and plucking a plump strawberry from the dish on the nightstand, running it through the cold substance that decorated her lightly tanned skin. Instead of biting into the fruit himself, he offered it to Veronica who was writhing beneath him. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he watched her slowly eat the juicy berry, her tongue making a show of licking her lips while her eyes remained firmly fixed on his.
She gasped when he suddenly shifted his position which caused his erection to rub deliciously against her slippery folds. “Fuck!”
Mindful of the cream coating his lover’s tummy, Logan leaned forward and kissed her long and slow, his tongue tangling with hers as he began fondling her breast; his fingers pinching her nipple which had her crying out.
“You like that?”
“You know I do,” she whispered huskily, adding, “I’d like it even more if you were inside me.”
Her words spiked his temperature and kissing her again, he shifted his position once more so he was now lying on top of her, his forearms either side of her head while he stroked his thick, hard length along her wet heat.
Veronica giggled and scrunched up her face at the feel of the whipped cream sandwiching them together and which she could feel dripping down her sides. “Ewww...”
“Excuse me?” he mocked, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.”
“Hey, it was your idea to cover me in this stuff,” she teasingly reminded him. “And, for that very reason, you can be the one to clean the sheets.”
“Damn! If only I was still living at the Grand,” he grumbled, kissing the little spot behind her ear which never failed to have her purring like a contented little kitten.
“I love it when you do that,” she murmured breathlessly, her fingers running through his short hair and down along the nape of his neck before moving lower still and clawing at his broad back when he repeated the motion.
“I know.” Seizing her lips in a fiery, passion-filled kiss, he plunged into her in one long, deep thrust and held the position for a moment before the need to move became too strong to ignore.
“Ohhh... God, yesss,” she hissed.
“Hard or slow?” Logan somehow managed to ask.
“Hard,” she replied, already feeling the first fluttering of her orgasm whirling low in her belly.
Knowing how close to the edge he already was, Logan was more than happy to comply with her request and the pace he set was fast and furious; his hips pounding into her. Veronica met each and every thrust, tilting her pelvis back so she could feel him even deeper inside of her. The base of his cock was grinding against her clit on every down-stroke and she felt overwhelmed with mind-numbing pleasure.
Lowering his head, he kissed her breasts in turn, grazing his teeth against her nipples which had her mewling happily. His eyes rolled into the back of his head when she began rhythmically clenching her feminine muscles around his shaft, trying to keep him from withdrawing. “Christ!”
Cupping his cheeks between her palms, she pulled him up towards her face and kissing her way along his cheek, she whispered into his ear, “You feel so fucking good, baby.” She giggled a second later when he increased his speed, though her laughter quickly became a long drawn out moan when his thumb began strumming her clit.
Veronica’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as the sensations he was creating within her spiralled further out of control and capturing his lips, she kissed him again before screaming into his mouth when she suddenly climaxed, her back arching up off of the bed with the intensity of it.
A few strokes later, Logan shouted his girlfriend’s name as he seized up and shot his warm seed into her before finally collapsing; his body completely boneless with satisfaction and exhaustion.
When she’d found the energy to speak, Veronica said, “I seriously need a shower.”
“I think you mean ‘we’,” he told her.
“Fine,” she mock-huffed. “We need a shower. And afterwards...”
“Yeah?” he prompted, kissing her cheek while he waited for her response.
“You can change the sheets.”
Fin