FIREWORKS, part three
by:AliLamba
rated: …
notes: Thanks for reading. I'm still in my ecstatically enthusiastic phase with this ship so I want to write and read them all the time. I hope I'm adding something constructive to the LoVe community, because I don't want to stop. Oh man oh man oh man I don't want to stop. Who doesn't love LoVe.

"God, you are so fucking easy."

Logan's drawl brings her back to the present. She blinks her eyes open, and realizes she has no concept of the last few minutes. Logan is standing in front of her holding out a glass of water, and she greedily accepts it. Her lips and throat are dry, and she can only guess as to why. After gulping down half the glass, she takes a moment to take stock of her surroundings.

What a mess she makes. Her bra is half off her breasts, pushing them up and out in some ridiculous way. Her jeans and panties are tangled around her knees, and her blouse is unbuttoned and hanging off her shoulders. She is too euphoric to care.

"What can I say," is all she can manage to retort. Veronica puts the glass on the bedside table and examines Logan, who fares significantly better than her. He's still dressed in those jersey slacks and no shirt. Logan catches her staring and looks down at himself, before looking back up at her with an almost vulnerable expression. He smiles crookedly, his lips mostly closed, and ambles to the side of the bed. He sits down next to her knees and twists to look at her fully.

"That alright for you?" he murmurs, his voice soft and genuine. It makes Veronica melt with affection.

"Yes," she says simply, and leans over to kiss him, bringing her arms around his shoulders in a loose, weighted hug.

The kiss quickly deepens, in part for good practice and in part because Veronica's blood is still singing. She twists around him, putting more of her weight into his lap despite her tangled clothes. Logan pulls back on a sigh. They look at each other for a contented second.

"I think it's time to make use of what I've learned."

Logan's eyes widen and his lower lip sags open before he can stop himself. He swallows as Veronica clumsily stands.

"No," he attempts to protest, but it sounds feeble enough to make Veronica grin. "No, you don't have to. Tonight's about you—"

Veronica silences him with a messy kiss. She uses her free hands to slide the clothes from her knees to the ground while coaxing Logan's lips to distraction. She had received top marks in Mouth Arts after all. Then she leans away, takes a small step back from him, and sheds her blouse. Her arms wind behind her back to the bra clasp at her spine, and though it takes two attempts to unhitch the thing, her bra joins the socks, blouse, jeans and panties on the floor.

She can't believe she was ever shy of her nakedness. Her body still hums with ultimate pleasure, and in its wake nothing seems to matter as much. Finding her own orgasm makes all this sex stuff seem punitive. You just figure out what makes your partner make noises they wouldn't otherwise make, and continue. The goal is worth it. It is worth anything. She can't believe it's taken her so long to get here.

Logan is looking at her like a dazed, hungry animal, and she takes a small moment to bask in the way he looks at her. Then she takes a small step forward, and sinks to her knees in front of him. She doesn't even care what she could look like. Veronica Mars, on her knees, in front of a man. It should make her feel small, but instead she feels large and powerful. She feels confident. Logan is already experiencing labored breathing, and he sits immobilized watching her move. She slides her hands up the jersey covering his thighs, settling her weight between his knees. She keeps her head bent and her face hidden from Logan, focusing instead on what she wants to do.

Her fingers find the waistband of Logan's pants, and she tests the strength of its elastic. Not very strong. Feeling a burst of willpower within her, Veronica tugs the elastic back and then hooks her fingers inside. Her hands guide the pants down Logan's hips and she anticipates what comes next. The second Logan's cock is freed she neglects his clothing and settles her hands smoothly around his shaft. His skin feels warm and velvety soft under her fingers. She is gentle.

Logan is breathing ridiculously above her head. She thinks there's no way he could be properly oxygenating his brain the way his breath is going in and out of his lungs. She cracks a smug grin that she doesn't show to him, and then she dips her head, and plants a sweet kiss on the tip of his cock.

"Holy shit Veronica," Logan breathes uncontrollably. The last thing Veronica sees before she closes her eyes are the way Logan's hands are fisting the comforter.

Veronica opens her lips, spreading them until she is able to completely envelope his width in her mouth. She lets the drool from under her tongue fall past her lips. Au naturale. One of her hands glides up his length, soft but firm, until she can feel the wetness she's made around her mouth. Her fingers slide the saliva gently down, creating a liquid sheath for her to work with.

Her tongue explores the head of Logan's cock inside her mouth. As predicted, it feels wonderful. She takes another half inch of him past her lips, releasing more wetness from her throat. The wetness is coming from somewhere; it is likely tied to the warmth simmering below her navel.

She suddenly wants all of him. A boldness is lighting her up from inside as she slowly starts to sink her head into Logan's lap. Her tongue glides effortlessly against the underside of his shaft, her ears half-open to the sounds her boyfriend is making. A viciously erotic sigh is leaving his lips as she descends, and she can feel his presence curling around her. The head of his cock hits the back of her throat. She closes her lips tighter around him as the warmth in her pelvis churns in response. Her loose fists still fit along his shaft beyond her lips, both stacked toward his pubic hair. She imagines that's relevant, and pictures this part of Logan in her hands and filling her mouth. She moans into his flesh and moves, her lips sliding back up his length, her hands following in their slippery trail. Something about this is turning her on and wildly so.

When her lips are about to leave him she dips again, testing the barest touch of her teeth against his length now. A hiss escapes his mouth and she's not sure whether it's good or bad. She sheathes her teeth and pulls back, swirling her tongue where she may or may not have injured him.

Logan's toes are curling outside of of Veronica's knees. She can feel tension pulled tight within him, and Logan's flesh pulses beneath her lips.

It would make her smile to see him so at her mercy if she weren't otherwise preoccupied. But blowing Logan, working to please him, is having a symbiotic effect on her own libido. She feels a heady pulse between her thighs and a burning readiness within her. It occurs to her while she is using her hands and mouth that this is the ultimate submission of Logan's power, as she she quite literally has him between her teeth. She almost stops to grin in spite of herself.

Logan stops her instead.

His hands dart out and grip her upper arms, and Veronica is so startled she pulls back from him immediately. Don't tell me I hurt you.

Logan looks like Veronica has never seen him look before. His lower lip is sagged open and she can see the entire bottom row of his perfectly straight teeth. He is panting heavily, his shoulders rising and falling with his effort to breathe. And his eyes…he is having a hard time focusing on her. The typical brown of his stare looks so dark, and so close to black now. She's anticipating him giving her some sort of instruction and she is cringing inside wondering what she could have done wrong.

"This, Veronica," Logan suddenly says, and his voice is harsh and forced, "is what it looks like when a man is about to come in your mouth." Veronica's eyes widen just a fraction. A swell of heat rocks her core. Logan finally finds her eyes, and she can see how hard he's trying to concentrate. "And I don't particularly want to come in your mouth today."

A tiny voice deep inside her instinct whispers: blatant lie.

Veronica smirks inside, and a rush of powerful pride is followed by a rush of desire. She can do this. She wants to do all of it.

Veronica throws herself at Logan's mouth, forcing their lips together in a savage, hungry kiss. Logan matches her ferociously, lips and tongues clashing. She pushes their naked bodies together and then coerces Logan's body down, down towards the mattress so she is straddling his waist. Logan wraps one arm around her back and pushes with his hips so that his legs can find some leverage. His free hand and his legs work so that bodies and mouths entwined they scramble up the mattress until they reach the mess of pillows by the headboard. Veronica barely registers what Logan is doing. Her hands are everywhere they can be: gripping his hair, squeezing his shoulders and biceps, exploring the lengths of his arms. Logan's pulsing erection is fit snuggly between their bodies and she is absorbing all of its sensation.

She can hear Logan ripping open a drawer and groping through it by feel with his free hand. She peeks from the corner of his eye and sees him fish a condom packet from the bedside table. A surge of heat rushes from the middle of her back to her core, and she moans uninhibitedly into his mouth. Yes.

Logan's hands are trembling so bad it's a miracle he's able to rip open the foil, but he manages to do it like master chefs crack open eggs: with one hand. Veronica breaks away from their kiss to watch Logan put the condom over his cock, her eyes blazing in aroused wonder. She can't take her eyes off of him as Logan positions her hips to get the angle just right. He puts a hand to the crux of her thighs to test her wetness, and the minute he touches her they are both aware of how desperately wet she is. Logan makes a noise that nearly pushes Veronica to the brink: it is pure need, and pure need for her alone.

Slowly, Logan guides her hips so that his cock rests at her opening. Veronica throws her head back at the sensation of the head of him against her slit. How wonderful; how fucking amazingly wonderful this feels. She pushes down, just a bit, until he is just inside and testing the size of her. He slips in so easily, and she imagines just how soaking wet she is for him. Veronica sinks her hips down until the inside of her thighs rest against Logan's hips. Her eyes are closed, as pure sensation fills every nerve. This is so, fucking wonderful. The warm pressure of an approaching orgasm is churning within her pelvis. It is telling her brain yes, yes, yes, yes, yes as Logan fills her completely. She puts a hand on Logan's chest and pulls herself up, as much as she can on her relatively short thighs. She sinks down again, and this time, all of her breath leaves on a sigh. Yes. Yes.

She moves again, and again. The pressure inside of her is toying with her now. She is ready to combust at any moment, but she is enjoying the sensation too much to want to give it all up now.

Logan is a mess beneath her. He is bunching the sheets on either side of her knees so fiercely she wonders if they're torn.

And then suddenly, she is not on top anymore. Her eyes pop open when she feels herself moving, and she only barely registers that Logan is throwing her to the mattress when she finds him suddenly above her. His expression looks so desperate, it very nearly scares her.

"God damn it, Veronica," Logan breathes, and she doesn't understand why. Their bodies are still connected, and Logan pulls back until he very nearly leaves her. And then he slams himself back in. Veronica's head flies back on impact. Not just the way Logan is able to push her body around with his hips, but the spike of pleasure he induces. He sets his tempo, and his tempo is murderous. It sends all of her senses flailing. She can barely find anchor with her hands on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into his flesh.

The brink is daunting now. She doesn't know what's on the other side. But the pressure is mounting inside of her and there is nothing she can do to stop herself from viciously exploding around him with orgasm.

So she does.

It starts where their bodies combine, and flows into each and every nerve. It goes to her toes, and her fingers, and to the side of her neck. It clouds her ears and makes the inside of her eyelids look more gray than black, as she explodes once, twice, and three times so very deep inside. Her body jolts, and her muscles spasm, and she comes wonderfully around him.

She doesn't pass out this time. She is totally aware when Logan climaxes himself so closely after she does, and she wonders absently, so sublimely, if his feels anything similar to hers.

Logan's breaths finally begin to slow, as his violent open-mouthed breathing turns to measured, slow in- and exhales. His eyes open, and he looks down at her. He looks amazed, and totally replete, and she can't help but smile when she thinks something about her has brought this change in him.

Is it possible that sex is always this amazing with someone you love?

The word jumps out at her so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that in any other situation Veronica would have stopped to obsess over its meaning ad nauseam. But in this blissful aftermath, all she is capable of is letting the word go, letting it slip from her mind as easily as it slipped in.

Logan leans his weight to his left, gravity dragging his body next to Veronica's as he disconnects. She doesn't have the energy to move, and for a long moment Logan doesn't either. She has this stupid, resplendent smile on her face as the weight of Logan's arm hangs across her chest, and she can feel all of his chest hair and the slack muscles of his body against her side.

Finally, Logan groans reluctantly and stands to get rid of the condom. When he returns to her with another glass of cold water, Veronica sits up in bed to accept it.

She drinks like a dying man as Logan takes the space in bed next to her, using the headboard to support his weight. He sits so there is barely an inch between their bodies, but the space unnerves her, and makes her stop drinking. She offers the last bits of water to Logan, but he barely looks at it, setting it on his bedside table absently. He's staring ahead at the open bedroom doors, into the wide open living space. Veronica follows his stare and finds nothing to look at. Her mind is growing less fogged and more curious as to what Logan could be thinking. Her head tips, and she rests her temple on Logan's bare shoulder. He turns his chin immediately and kisses her sweetly on her forehead.

She smiles, and sighs quietly. She grows courageous enough to speak.

"That okay for you?" she says, doing her best impression of Logan's deeper voice.

Logan laughs quietly and turns to kiss her again on the forehead. Then he moves, curving around her body, pushing one arm behind her back, and dragging her down the bed until he can smother her body with his own, kissing her face and neck all over. She squeals with delight and lets him.

"My God, Veronica Mars," he says, and his voice is awed. "You will be the death of me."

Veronica rolls her eyes but feel too good about herself to contradict him.

"So what about my final exam?" she purrs, conspiratorially. Logan laughs like he's amused. "Did I pass?" Lovingly, he looks down at her, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Flying colors," he says finally, kissing her lips. He kisses her again, longer.

"Fireworks."

Fin.

And that's all I got. I hope this fic worked out okay; like I said, it's my first attempt at Vmars in general and definitely of LoVe. I really loved writing it, so I really hope that translated at all. Please review if you have the time! Reviews make me happy.