Could This Be Happening? Part 57b of 57: The Final Part
Continued from Part 57a...
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Veronica licks her lips with a long swipe of her tongue. “I love tiramisu.” She states and places her plate and fork on the counter, next to her leg.
Logan strides to his wife and steps between her legs, which she spreads with his approach. “I love when you lick your lips like that…” He kisses her neck vigorously, whispering into her skin, just below her ear, one hand on her neck and the other on her hip. “…it reminds me of you licking my hard-on, when your lips wrap around the tip and you suck my dick deep into your mouth.” She groans as his tongue curls around her ear. “Fuck, that makes me so hard.”
Veronica gasps at Logan’s words as her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging his mane as she slides her ass to the edge of the kitchen counter and spreads her legs very wide, placing her feet on the edge of the raised table with her toes curled at the edge.
His erection presses against her body with perfect precision and she can feel the tip at her opening.
Sitting on the kitchen counter, Veronica’s core is the perfect height for Logan’s lengthier body to align precisely when he stands at the counter’s edge.
He kisses her mouth with force and tastes the cinnamon as their tongues wrestle for dominance.
“Oh God, Logan.” She gasps when his erection pushes at her folds. “Are you going to have your way with me…” She exhales. “…right here on the kitchen counter?” Her head falls back and her eyes roll closed as his lips suck her neck and his fingers raise her light blue chemise away from her groin.
“Fuck, yeah.” He kisses and sucks down her chest to the edge of the black lace bodice of her negligee as his fingertips explore under the fabric to her almost-flat stomach.
“Babe, we need a condom.” She whimpers quietly.
Before Veronica’s words pass over her lips, Logan lifts her tiny frame off the kitchen countertop and races to the steps.
“Ah!” She yelps at Logan’s rapid, unexpected movements and he laughs as she clasps her hands behind his neck and her legs around his waist.
“I need you now and the condoms are upstairs.” He breathes and sprints up the stairs as Veronica tightens her hold.
Logan reaches their kind-sized bed and unceremoniously throws his wife on the bed. She anticipates this and grips her limbs around his body tighter and they both fall to the mattress with an ‘umpf’, bouncing on the cushiony pad, twisted together and giggling.
“Hey, that wasn’t fair.” Logan laughs. “I was supposed to throw you to the bed and make sweet, hot, passionate love to you.”
She laughs. “And I outsmarted you, but you can still make sweet, hot, passionate love to me now.” Veronica wraps her legs around his waist, rubbing her right foot up and down his thigh. “But I am a delicate flower, you need to be gentle.”
Logan kisses and sucks her neck as his hands travel under the thin material of her chemise, pushing it up her body. His hands move up her outer thighs and over her hips, along her stomach to rest on her breasts, palming her mounds gently, bunching the silky nightgown above her boobs.
Her hands tickle his back and lift his shirt off his skin, as her hips begin to grind against his body. “Oh yeah.” She moans.
Logan’s mouth sucks down her collarbone to the soft flesh of her left breast as his hand massages her right mound and his other hand falls to the warmth between her legs. His fingertips press the sensitive nub of nerves as they pass her clitoris and slip into her canal.
“Ahhhh.” She moans and arches into his hand.
Logan’s lips dip to her abdomen, kissing soft pecks on her skin as his fingers curl in her vagina, circling the inner walls and touching her most sensitive spots.
“That feels so good.” She coos and Logan’s fingers dance in her core.
His mouth falls to her warm folds and he laps at her clit, smelling her arousal and his dick throbs with anticipation.
“Babe, you’re so wet.” He exhales with a hot breath as Veronica grips a clump of sheets in each of her hands and Logan’s tongue slowly licks and sucks her swollen clit and sensitive opening.
“Oh, Logan, don’t stop. Please.” She whines as Logan crawls up her body, planting kisses on her flesh as he ascends, settling his lips on her mouth with a searing hot kiss then drops his head to her chest.
“Why don’t you turn around, Bobcat.” Logan mutters into the skin of her cleavage. “Sixty-nine. It will be gentle on your body.” He slowly rolls onto his back, taking Veronica with him, placing her small frame on his larger body as he lifts her chemise over her head.
Veronica smiles a wide grin with heavy eyes. “I like sixty-nine.” Her hands push his D.A.D. shirt up his torso and over his head.
He chuckles at his wife. “I know you do, Snookums.”
Veronica’s fingers creep to the waistband of his silk boxer shorts and she slides the material down his body. Logan elevates his hips to aid with her mission and kicks off his underwear.
His fingers push her shoulders, lightly, directing his wife to rotate into position.
“We haven’t done sixty-nine in a long time.” Veronica whispers as she turns her body, hovering her crotch over Logan’s face, her legs spread wide, leaning her weight on her knees on either side of his head and positioning her face over his erection.
Performing simultaneous oral sex with a difference in height, like Veronica and Logan’s, makes their positions slightly uncomfortable but they compensate and sixty-nine has become one of the Echolls’ favorite positions.
Logan adjusts his place under Veronica’s body and begins licking her folds. Veronica moans as Logan’s tongue flicks her lips and clitoris.
She holds the base of his erection with her hand and slurps the tip past her lips. Her tongue plays and dances with the sensitive skin of his penis’ head as she moans and sucks his shaft deep into her mouth.
His fingers separate her skin and he sucks on her receptive clitoris, adopting the same rhythm of his wife’s movements.
Veronica bobs up and down on his hard-on, sucking him into her throat, hollowing out her cheeks.
He moans as his tongue pokes at her core, licking her sensitive inner walls.
Her right hand walks around his leg and she massages his balls as she moans encouragement, pushing down her pelvis into his ministrations.
Logan grunts a thankful groan from the back of his throat and nudges her clit with the end of his nose and shoves his thumb into her canal, arching his lower body into her mouth.
She licks his shaft from the base to the tip with a long, slow lap of her tongue as Logan matches her motion, licking her folds from the beginning of her crease to her vagina. They moan together and speed up their pace.
Veronica sucks his hard-on far into her mouth, grazing her teeth against the tip and pushing down onto his penis again, quickly repeating this process over and over.
He sucks her clitoris, biting the nub softly and twists his tongue deep into her hole, caressing her inner walls with vigor, replicating this procedure again and again.
“Oh God, Logan!” She moans and continues sucking her husband’s penis with a rapid rhythm.
“I’m gonna cum, Ronnie!” He groans and gets back to his quick pace of licking and sucking his wife’s clitoris.
“Oh! My! God! Oh God! Oh God! Logan! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Logan!” Veronica screams as she pushes her hips down, into Logan’s face and cums as a wave of energy ripples through her body and explodes at her center. Logan licks her folds softly, consuming all of her juices and brings Veronica down from her orgasm. “Oh God.”
She takes a deep breath and resumes sucking Logan’s erection in a swift tempo as he grips her thighs and presses his head into the mattress. “Oh yeah! Babe! Yes!”
Veronica speeds up pace and deep throats his shaft, leaving her husband breathless.
“Jesus! I’m gonna cum, Babe! Right now! Ronnie! I’m gon-…” Logan moans, clutching her thighs with a tight grip and he cums, tensing every muscle in his body as semen squirts from his dick into Veronica’s mouth, past her tongue and down her throat.
“Holy shit!” Logan exhales and throws his arm over his eyes, settling into their fluffy mattress and come down from his powerful orgasm. “Fuck!”
Veronica wipes her mouth on their expensive sheets, shifts her weight to the side and relaxes against Logan’s stretched leg, slowly caressing the length of his limb with her fingertips.
Logan swats Veronica’s ass with his hand. “Bobcat, that was fuckin’ incredible.”
She giggles and closes her eyes, nuzzling into his lower body.
“Ronnie, come up here, Babe. I want to cuddle you in my arms.” Logan says quietly.
“Can’t move. You come down here.” Veronica mumbles.
He groans but repositions himself at the other end of the bed and pulls his wife into his body, wrapping his strong arms around her petite body. “I love you, Veronica.” Logan whispers and kisses his wife’s hair, closing his eyes.
She burrows into her husband’s body and kisses his bare chest. “I love you too, Logan.” She pauses. “I miss Will so much.”
“I do too. Isn’t it crazy how much we love that little boy already and he’s only been in our lives for a short amount of time.”
“Uh huh.” Veronica agrees and closes her eyes, listening to Logan’s breath stabilize as she falls asleep.
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The sun comes through the master bedroom window, shining across the Echolls’ king-sized bed, warming Veronica’s naked back as Logan’s eyes slowly flutter open.
He watches his beautiful wife nuzzle into his chest with a messy mop of bed head and sleep-crusted eyes as he feels her breath blow against his torso. God, I am the luckiest man on this fuckin’ planet. He gently pushes her hair off her face with his fingertips and kisses her forehead softly.
“Mmm.” She moans and cuddles closer to Logan’s bare chest, making his morning wood jump.
“How do you feel this morning, Dear, after having hours of naughty naked time last night?” He chuckles and runs his fingers through her hair.
Veronica’s eyes finally open slowly, adjusting to the bright Southern California sunshine bursting into their room. “I’m a little sore. You?”
“I’m good.” He kisses her mouth gently. “Real good.” He gives her a naughty smile. “I’m ready for more.” Logan pushes his erection against her body.
She laughs. “Jesus, how can you have any energy left to get that thing up?”
“He has a mind of his own, but it doesn’t hurt that you’re so fuckin’ beautiful and naked and cuddled in my arms right now.” Logan kisses her lips softly.
“I am seriously going to have trouble walking today, Babe.” Veronica peppers Logan’s chest with chaste kisses as her fingers trace the outline of his sculpted upper body muscles as his hands caress her back.
“I’ll be gentle, I swear.” He says in a low, sultry bedroom voice that makes Veronica’s body tingle in all the right places.
Logan looks down at his wife’s face as Veronica looks up and their eyes lock. “I love you.” She whispers as he dips his head to kiss her mouth with a slow, passionate, involved kiss.
Logan rolls Veronica’s figure up and over his body, crossing their expansive king-sized bed and ends up lying on top of his wife’s tiny form, breathless. He pushes the hair off her forehead tenderly. “You are so fuckin’ gorgeous and I love you, Veronica, with all of my heart.”
She smiles and stretches her neck, capturing her husband’s lips in a heated kiss.
His lips travel over her jawline and down her neck, sucking her pulse point as his left hand massages her breast softly and her legs wrap around his lower body as her fingers twist through his hair.
Veronica arches up into Logan and she gasps when his erection touches her folds.
“I gotta get a condom.” He breathes into her flushed chest. Logan runs his tongue down her cleavage and over her stomach as he gets up to retrieve a foil square, the bottle of lubricant and the tube of spermicide cream from the bedside table.
Logan sits back on his heels and rolls the latex over his hard-on and lathers lubricant on the outside of the condom as Veronica watches. He throws the wrapper and the lube toward the table before he grabs the spermicide and resumes his position on top of his wife.
Veronica takes the cream from his hand and generously squirts it on his index and middle fingers of his right hand.
She tosses the tube to the side as she locks eyes with Logan. He smiles and kisses her forehead, the tip of her nose and her lips gently.
“Are you ready, Bobcat?”
“I need you now, Babe. Right now!” She moans and Logan drops his hand to her core, inserting his spermicide-covered fingers slowly pushing the cream deep into her canal and Veronica arches into his touch. “Oh God.”
Logan’s mouth finds her left breast as his dick sits at her opening. Veronica’s small hand guides his penis into her vagina as Logan pushes into her body slowly and she grazes her clitoris with her fingers before moving her hands to his ass. She moans and meets his hips with a thrust of her own as her eyes fade closed.
“Sugarpuss, open your eyes. Look at me while I make love to you.” Logan commands softly.
Veronica’s eyes flutter open as she wiggles her hips in a circular motion as Logan pulls out and pushes in rhythmically, establishing a pattern. The tip of his penis touches her cervix every time and she gasps in response.
Logan memorizes his wife’s face; the slope of her nose, the strands in her eyes, and the color of her plump lips, as he thrusts into the tiny woman he’s loved since he was twelve years old. At the same time, Veronica studies her husband’s features; the chocolate color of his eyes, the rounded form of his high cheekbones and the shape of his inviting mouth, as their lower bodies move as one for several minutes.
The sounds of heated bodies colliding and the couple’s pants of breath fill the room as the level of intimacy overwhelms Veronica and tears roll from her eyes.
Logan bends and kisses her tears away, then covers her mouth with a deep, emotional kiss that lingers on and on as their lower halves continue in a perfect fucking cadence.
Veronica breaks the kiss and gasps, pushing her head back into the mattress as a wave of concentrated pleasure pulses through her veins. “Oh God!” She utters quietly.
He quickens the pace a bit and sucks on her stretched neck, leaving small love bites and hickeys on her skin.
“Yes!” She whispers and matches his tempo.
Logan’s hand pulls Veronica’s left leg up from it’s place on his hip, folding her limb into her body as her right leg mimics it’s partner, positioning her knees almost at her shoulders and he pushes into her center at a new, extreme angle, intensifying her pleasure and she gasps. “Oh God!”
“Babe, look at me when you cum. That is so fuckin’ hot to know I do that to you.” Logan says in her ear and lifts some of his weight off of her frame, getting a clearer, more intimate connection with his wife as she looks directly into his eyes.
“Oh God! Logan! Yes!” She exhales. “Please, right there.”
He repeats his thrusts in quick repetition, pulling a long orgasm out of his spouse. “Cum for me, Bobcat. Scream for me.”
“Yes! Logan! God Damn it! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Logan! Yes!” Veronica’s inner muscles clench on his engorged penis and her nerves burst with pleasure as she stares into Logan’s eyes and climaxes with the longest, most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced in her life. “Yesssss! Logan! Yes!... Oh God! Oh My God! Logan! Yes!”
Seeing the look of pure ecstasy on Veronica’s face and feeling her body tighten around his cock makes Logan go over the edge. He thrusts into her core two more times and he explodes, filling the tip of the condom with white, hot liquid as his whole body constricts and throbs euphorically. “Jesus, Veronica. Oh Fuck! Fuck, yes!” He exhales and experiences the most powerful, mind-bending orgasm of his life while looking deep into Veronica’s eyes the entire time.
Logan collapses on top of Veronica, rolls over her leg and collapses on his back boneless, throwing his arm above his head, on the mattress, and stares up at the ceiling.
Her jelly-like legs unfold and flop to the bed clumsily.
“Holy Fuck, Bobcat, you’re going to put me in the fuckin’ hospital.” He mumbles as he removes the condom from his limp penis and stretches his arm over the edge of the bed, dropping the latex covering into the nearby trashcan.
Veronica giggles, rolling into the nook of Logan’s arm. “I’m serious, Babe, I can’t walk. My body has been pushed to it’s limit.”
“But it was so fuckin’ worth it.”
“Yeah, it was pretty fantastic.” She beams and burrows into his side further.
He drops a kiss on the top of her head and pulls her body closer with a strong arm as his fingertips tickle her bare back and she drapes her leg over his hip and leg.
“Veronica, I love you. God, you look at me and I melt into a fuckin’ puddle.”
“It’s the head tilt that does it every time.” She laughs. “It’s a powerful tool.”
“You fuckin’ know it.” Logan laughs and kisses her head again and pats her ass with is hand.
“I love you, Logan. I have for a long time and I won’t ever stop.” Veronica kisses his chest. “This is our life, our family. You, me, Will and, of course, Backup. This is reality. This is our happy, little normal life.”
“I keep asking myself ‘Can I get this lucky to have a gorgeous wife, a super-protective dog and an adorable, healthy son?’” Logan admits.
“Or ‘Do I deserve to be this happy?’” Veronica adds.
Logan continues. “ Or ‘Could this be happening? Is this really happening to me?’ And, Sugarpuss, I can finally answer all those questions with a…”
“Yes.” The Echolls say in unison.
Logan looks down at his wife as Veronica looks up at her husband and they share a tender kiss.
“Come on, Babe, let’s go pick up our son. I miss him.” Veronica states as she climbs over her husband and out of bed.
“I miss him too.” Logan says, following his wife into their large master bathroom. He notices an unusual shift in Veronica’s stride and laughs as he swings the bathroom door shut, behind him, with his foot. “Bobcat, are you limping?”
The End.
A/N: I just want to say that I have nothing against Scientology or anyone that follows it. I am a big supporter of freedom of religion, any religion, and I was not making any type of judgment against Scientology. I just couldn’t resist an easy dig when it presented itself and it seemed like something V would read in a tabloid.
A/N2: I would like to thank every single reader that took time to post a review for Could This Be Happening? This fic took a tremendous amount of time, determination and focus to complete. In many cases, it was a reviewer’s kind words or insightful comment that encouraged me to work harder or triggered an idea and those comments made me want to be a better writer and complete his epic LoVe story.
When I began this fic, I did it for myself. Other fics weren’t satisfying my vision of what I thought could have happened in S3 and so I started writing my very first fic ever. I was hoping it would make it to twenty Parts and I could get one hundred reviews. HA! This baby is fifty-seven Parts, over two-hundred and thirty-thousand words and well over seven-hundred reviews. Thank you.
Many reviewers had me laughing out loud at their comments and some reviewers dropped a one-liner that left me in stitches which I ended up adding it to the fic. I can truly say that I have more friends, from across the globe, now, because of this fic, and I am truly stunned at the response. If I knew that, months ago when I started this story, I would have started writing fanfic a long time ago.
I am planning on a sequel of some sort in the near future, continuing the Happening Universe. We’ll see what I can come up with, but, be assured it will be a LoVe story and it will be all kinds of fluffy.
Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Christy
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Veronica licks her lips with a long swipe of her tongue. “I love tiramisu.” She states and places her plate and fork on the counter, next to her leg.
Logan strides to his wife and steps between her legs, which she spreads with his approach. “I love when you lick your lips like that…” He kisses her neck vigorously, whispering into her skin, just below her ear, one hand on her neck and the other on her hip. “…it reminds me of you licking my hard-on, when your lips wrap around the tip and you suck my dick deep into your mouth.” She groans as his tongue curls around her ear. “Fuck, that makes me so hard.”
Veronica gasps at Logan’s words as her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging his mane as she slides her ass to the edge of the kitchen counter and spreads her legs very wide, placing her feet on the edge of the raised table with her toes curled at the edge.
His erection presses against her body with perfect precision and she can feel the tip at her opening.
Sitting on the kitchen counter, Veronica’s core is the perfect height for Logan’s lengthier body to align precisely when he stands at the counter’s edge.
He kisses her mouth with force and tastes the cinnamon as their tongues wrestle for dominance.
“Oh God, Logan.” She gasps when his erection pushes at her folds. “Are you going to have your way with me…” She exhales. “…right here on the kitchen counter?” Her head falls back and her eyes roll closed as his lips suck her neck and his fingers raise her light blue chemise away from her groin.
“Fuck, yeah.” He kisses and sucks down her chest to the edge of the black lace bodice of her negligee as his fingertips explore under the fabric to her almost-flat stomach.
“Babe, we need a condom.” She whimpers quietly.
Before Veronica’s words pass over her lips, Logan lifts her tiny frame off the kitchen countertop and races to the steps.
“Ah!” She yelps at Logan’s rapid, unexpected movements and he laughs as she clasps her hands behind his neck and her legs around his waist.
“I need you now and the condoms are upstairs.” He breathes and sprints up the stairs as Veronica tightens her hold.
Logan reaches their kind-sized bed and unceremoniously throws his wife on the bed. She anticipates this and grips her limbs around his body tighter and they both fall to the mattress with an ‘umpf’, bouncing on the cushiony pad, twisted together and giggling.
“Hey, that wasn’t fair.” Logan laughs. “I was supposed to throw you to the bed and make sweet, hot, passionate love to you.”
She laughs. “And I outsmarted you, but you can still make sweet, hot, passionate love to me now.” Veronica wraps her legs around his waist, rubbing her right foot up and down his thigh. “But I am a delicate flower, you need to be gentle.”
Logan kisses and sucks her neck as his hands travel under the thin material of her chemise, pushing it up her body. His hands move up her outer thighs and over her hips, along her stomach to rest on her breasts, palming her mounds gently, bunching the silky nightgown above her boobs.
Her hands tickle his back and lift his shirt off his skin, as her hips begin to grind against his body. “Oh yeah.” She moans.
Logan’s mouth sucks down her collarbone to the soft flesh of her left breast as his hand massages her right mound and his other hand falls to the warmth between her legs. His fingertips press the sensitive nub of nerves as they pass her clitoris and slip into her canal.
“Ahhhh.” She moans and arches into his hand.
Logan’s lips dip to her abdomen, kissing soft pecks on her skin as his fingers curl in her vagina, circling the inner walls and touching her most sensitive spots.
“That feels so good.” She coos and Logan’s fingers dance in her core.
His mouth falls to her warm folds and he laps at her clit, smelling her arousal and his dick throbs with anticipation.
“Babe, you’re so wet.” He exhales with a hot breath as Veronica grips a clump of sheets in each of her hands and Logan’s tongue slowly licks and sucks her swollen clit and sensitive opening.
“Oh, Logan, don’t stop. Please.” She whines as Logan crawls up her body, planting kisses on her flesh as he ascends, settling his lips on her mouth with a searing hot kiss then drops his head to her chest.
“Why don’t you turn around, Bobcat.” Logan mutters into the skin of her cleavage. “Sixty-nine. It will be gentle on your body.” He slowly rolls onto his back, taking Veronica with him, placing her small frame on his larger body as he lifts her chemise over her head.
Veronica smiles a wide grin with heavy eyes. “I like sixty-nine.” Her hands push his D.A.D. shirt up his torso and over his head.
He chuckles at his wife. “I know you do, Snookums.”
Veronica’s fingers creep to the waistband of his silk boxer shorts and she slides the material down his body. Logan elevates his hips to aid with her mission and kicks off his underwear.
His fingers push her shoulders, lightly, directing his wife to rotate into position.
“We haven’t done sixty-nine in a long time.” Veronica whispers as she turns her body, hovering her crotch over Logan’s face, her legs spread wide, leaning her weight on her knees on either side of his head and positioning her face over his erection.
Performing simultaneous oral sex with a difference in height, like Veronica and Logan’s, makes their positions slightly uncomfortable but they compensate and sixty-nine has become one of the Echolls’ favorite positions.
Logan adjusts his place under Veronica’s body and begins licking her folds. Veronica moans as Logan’s tongue flicks her lips and clitoris.
She holds the base of his erection with her hand and slurps the tip past her lips. Her tongue plays and dances with the sensitive skin of his penis’ head as she moans and sucks his shaft deep into her mouth.
His fingers separate her skin and he sucks on her receptive clitoris, adopting the same rhythm of his wife’s movements.
Veronica bobs up and down on his hard-on, sucking him into her throat, hollowing out her cheeks.
He moans as his tongue pokes at her core, licking her sensitive inner walls.
Her right hand walks around his leg and she massages his balls as she moans encouragement, pushing down her pelvis into his ministrations.
Logan grunts a thankful groan from the back of his throat and nudges her clit with the end of his nose and shoves his thumb into her canal, arching his lower body into her mouth.
She licks his shaft from the base to the tip with a long, slow lap of her tongue as Logan matches her motion, licking her folds from the beginning of her crease to her vagina. They moan together and speed up their pace.
Veronica sucks his hard-on far into her mouth, grazing her teeth against the tip and pushing down onto his penis again, quickly repeating this process over and over.
He sucks her clitoris, biting the nub softly and twists his tongue deep into her hole, caressing her inner walls with vigor, replicating this procedure again and again.
“Oh God, Logan!” She moans and continues sucking her husband’s penis with a rapid rhythm.
“I’m gonna cum, Ronnie!” He groans and gets back to his quick pace of licking and sucking his wife’s clitoris.
“Oh! My! God! Oh God! Oh God! Logan! Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Logan!” Veronica screams as she pushes her hips down, into Logan’s face and cums as a wave of energy ripples through her body and explodes at her center. Logan licks her folds softly, consuming all of her juices and brings Veronica down from her orgasm. “Oh God.”
She takes a deep breath and resumes sucking Logan’s erection in a swift tempo as he grips her thighs and presses his head into the mattress. “Oh yeah! Babe! Yes!”
Veronica speeds up pace and deep throats his shaft, leaving her husband breathless.
“Jesus! I’m gonna cum, Babe! Right now! Ronnie! I’m gon-…” Logan moans, clutching her thighs with a tight grip and he cums, tensing every muscle in his body as semen squirts from his dick into Veronica’s mouth, past her tongue and down her throat.
“Holy shit!” Logan exhales and throws his arm over his eyes, settling into their fluffy mattress and come down from his powerful orgasm. “Fuck!”
Veronica wipes her mouth on their expensive sheets, shifts her weight to the side and relaxes against Logan’s stretched leg, slowly caressing the length of his limb with her fingertips.
Logan swats Veronica’s ass with his hand. “Bobcat, that was fuckin’ incredible.”
She giggles and closes her eyes, nuzzling into his lower body.
“Ronnie, come up here, Babe. I want to cuddle you in my arms.” Logan says quietly.
“Can’t move. You come down here.” Veronica mumbles.
He groans but repositions himself at the other end of the bed and pulls his wife into his body, wrapping his strong arms around her petite body. “I love you, Veronica.” Logan whispers and kisses his wife’s hair, closing his eyes.
She burrows into her husband’s body and kisses his bare chest. “I love you too, Logan.” She pauses. “I miss Will so much.”
“I do too. Isn’t it crazy how much we love that little boy already and he’s only been in our lives for a short amount of time.”
“Uh huh.” Veronica agrees and closes her eyes, listening to Logan’s breath stabilize as she falls asleep.
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The sun comes through the master bedroom window, shining across the Echolls’ king-sized bed, warming Veronica’s naked back as Logan’s eyes slowly flutter open.
He watches his beautiful wife nuzzle into his chest with a messy mop of bed head and sleep-crusted eyes as he feels her breath blow against his torso. God, I am the luckiest man on this fuckin’ planet. He gently pushes her hair off her face with his fingertips and kisses her forehead softly.
“Mmm.” She moans and cuddles closer to Logan’s bare chest, making his morning wood jump.
“How do you feel this morning, Dear, after having hours of naughty naked time last night?” He chuckles and runs his fingers through her hair.
Veronica’s eyes finally open slowly, adjusting to the bright Southern California sunshine bursting into their room. “I’m a little sore. You?”
“I’m good.” He kisses her mouth gently. “Real good.” He gives her a naughty smile. “I’m ready for more.” Logan pushes his erection against her body.
She laughs. “Jesus, how can you have any energy left to get that thing up?”
“He has a mind of his own, but it doesn’t hurt that you’re so fuckin’ beautiful and naked and cuddled in my arms right now.” Logan kisses her lips softly.
“I am seriously going to have trouble walking today, Babe.” Veronica peppers Logan’s chest with chaste kisses as her fingers trace the outline of his sculpted upper body muscles as his hands caress her back.
“I’ll be gentle, I swear.” He says in a low, sultry bedroom voice that makes Veronica’s body tingle in all the right places.
Logan looks down at his wife’s face as Veronica looks up and their eyes lock. “I love you.” She whispers as he dips his head to kiss her mouth with a slow, passionate, involved kiss.
Logan rolls Veronica’s figure up and over his body, crossing their expansive king-sized bed and ends up lying on top of his wife’s tiny form, breathless. He pushes the hair off her forehead tenderly. “You are so fuckin’ gorgeous and I love you, Veronica, with all of my heart.”
She smiles and stretches her neck, capturing her husband’s lips in a heated kiss.
His lips travel over her jawline and down her neck, sucking her pulse point as his left hand massages her breast softly and her legs wrap around his lower body as her fingers twist through his hair.
Veronica arches up into Logan and she gasps when his erection touches her folds.
“I gotta get a condom.” He breathes into her flushed chest. Logan runs his tongue down her cleavage and over her stomach as he gets up to retrieve a foil square, the bottle of lubricant and the tube of spermicide cream from the bedside table.
Logan sits back on his heels and rolls the latex over his hard-on and lathers lubricant on the outside of the condom as Veronica watches. He throws the wrapper and the lube toward the table before he grabs the spermicide and resumes his position on top of his wife.
Veronica takes the cream from his hand and generously squirts it on his index and middle fingers of his right hand.
She tosses the tube to the side as she locks eyes with Logan. He smiles and kisses her forehead, the tip of her nose and her lips gently.
“Are you ready, Bobcat?”
“I need you now, Babe. Right now!” She moans and Logan drops his hand to her core, inserting his spermicide-covered fingers slowly pushing the cream deep into her canal and Veronica arches into his touch. “Oh God.”
Logan’s mouth finds her left breast as his dick sits at her opening. Veronica’s small hand guides his penis into her vagina as Logan pushes into her body slowly and she grazes her clitoris with her fingers before moving her hands to his ass. She moans and meets his hips with a thrust of her own as her eyes fade closed.
“Sugarpuss, open your eyes. Look at me while I make love to you.” Logan commands softly.
Veronica’s eyes flutter open as she wiggles her hips in a circular motion as Logan pulls out and pushes in rhythmically, establishing a pattern. The tip of his penis touches her cervix every time and she gasps in response.
Logan memorizes his wife’s face; the slope of her nose, the strands in her eyes, and the color of her plump lips, as he thrusts into the tiny woman he’s loved since he was twelve years old. At the same time, Veronica studies her husband’s features; the chocolate color of his eyes, the rounded form of his high cheekbones and the shape of his inviting mouth, as their lower bodies move as one for several minutes.
The sounds of heated bodies colliding and the couple’s pants of breath fill the room as the level of intimacy overwhelms Veronica and tears roll from her eyes.
Logan bends and kisses her tears away, then covers her mouth with a deep, emotional kiss that lingers on and on as their lower halves continue in a perfect fucking cadence.
Veronica breaks the kiss and gasps, pushing her head back into the mattress as a wave of concentrated pleasure pulses through her veins. “Oh God!” She utters quietly.
He quickens the pace a bit and sucks on her stretched neck, leaving small love bites and hickeys on her skin.
“Yes!” She whispers and matches his tempo.
Logan’s hand pulls Veronica’s left leg up from it’s place on his hip, folding her limb into her body as her right leg mimics it’s partner, positioning her knees almost at her shoulders and he pushes into her center at a new, extreme angle, intensifying her pleasure and she gasps. “Oh God!”
“Babe, look at me when you cum. That is so fuckin’ hot to know I do that to you.” Logan says in her ear and lifts some of his weight off of her frame, getting a clearer, more intimate connection with his wife as she looks directly into his eyes.
“Oh God! Logan! Yes!” She exhales. “Please, right there.”
He repeats his thrusts in quick repetition, pulling a long orgasm out of his spouse. “Cum for me, Bobcat. Scream for me.”
“Yes! Logan! God Damn it! Yes! Yes! Oh God! Logan! Yes!” Veronica’s inner muscles clench on his engorged penis and her nerves burst with pleasure as she stares into Logan’s eyes and climaxes with the longest, most intense orgasm she’s ever experienced in her life. “Yesssss! Logan! Yes!... Oh God! Oh My God! Logan! Yes!”
Seeing the look of pure ecstasy on Veronica’s face and feeling her body tighten around his cock makes Logan go over the edge. He thrusts into her core two more times and he explodes, filling the tip of the condom with white, hot liquid as his whole body constricts and throbs euphorically. “Jesus, Veronica. Oh Fuck! Fuck, yes!” He exhales and experiences the most powerful, mind-bending orgasm of his life while looking deep into Veronica’s eyes the entire time.
Logan collapses on top of Veronica, rolls over her leg and collapses on his back boneless, throwing his arm above his head, on the mattress, and stares up at the ceiling.
Her jelly-like legs unfold and flop to the bed clumsily.
“Holy Fuck, Bobcat, you’re going to put me in the fuckin’ hospital.” He mumbles as he removes the condom from his limp penis and stretches his arm over the edge of the bed, dropping the latex covering into the nearby trashcan.
Veronica giggles, rolling into the nook of Logan’s arm. “I’m serious, Babe, I can’t walk. My body has been pushed to it’s limit.”
“But it was so fuckin’ worth it.”
“Yeah, it was pretty fantastic.” She beams and burrows into his side further.
He drops a kiss on the top of her head and pulls her body closer with a strong arm as his fingertips tickle her bare back and she drapes her leg over his hip and leg.
“Veronica, I love you. God, you look at me and I melt into a fuckin’ puddle.”
“It’s the head tilt that does it every time.” She laughs. “It’s a powerful tool.”
“You fuckin’ know it.” Logan laughs and kisses her head again and pats her ass with is hand.
“I love you, Logan. I have for a long time and I won’t ever stop.” Veronica kisses his chest. “This is our life, our family. You, me, Will and, of course, Backup. This is reality. This is our happy, little normal life.”
“I keep asking myself ‘Can I get this lucky to have a gorgeous wife, a super-protective dog and an adorable, healthy son?’” Logan admits.
“Or ‘Do I deserve to be this happy?’” Veronica adds.
Logan continues. “ Or ‘Could this be happening? Is this really happening to me?’ And, Sugarpuss, I can finally answer all those questions with a…”
“Yes.” The Echolls say in unison.
Logan looks down at his wife as Veronica looks up at her husband and they share a tender kiss.
“Come on, Babe, let’s go pick up our son. I miss him.” Veronica states as she climbs over her husband and out of bed.
“I miss him too.” Logan says, following his wife into their large master bathroom. He notices an unusual shift in Veronica’s stride and laughs as he swings the bathroom door shut, behind him, with his foot. “Bobcat, are you limping?”
The End.
A/N: I just want to say that I have nothing against Scientology or anyone that follows it. I am a big supporter of freedom of religion, any religion, and I was not making any type of judgment against Scientology. I just couldn’t resist an easy dig when it presented itself and it seemed like something V would read in a tabloid.
A/N2: I would like to thank every single reader that took time to post a review for Could This Be Happening? This fic took a tremendous amount of time, determination and focus to complete. In many cases, it was a reviewer’s kind words or insightful comment that encouraged me to work harder or triggered an idea and those comments made me want to be a better writer and complete his epic LoVe story.
When I began this fic, I did it for myself. Other fics weren’t satisfying my vision of what I thought could have happened in S3 and so I started writing my very first fic ever. I was hoping it would make it to twenty Parts and I could get one hundred reviews. HA! This baby is fifty-seven Parts, over two-hundred and thirty-thousand words and well over seven-hundred reviews. Thank you.
Many reviewers had me laughing out loud at their comments and some reviewers dropped a one-liner that left me in stitches which I ended up adding it to the fic. I can truly say that I have more friends, from across the globe, now, because of this fic, and I am truly stunned at the response. If I knew that, months ago when I started this story, I would have started writing fanfic a long time ago.
I am planning on a sequel of some sort in the near future, continuing the Happening Universe. We’ll see what I can come up with, but, be assured it will be a LoVe story and it will be all kinds of fluffy.
Thanks for reading and reviewing.
Christy