Logan/Veronica Fic
Title: Role Playing
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Word Count: 497
Rating: PG-13; this is a bit naughty, for me anyway
Author's Notes: Very late birthday present for ladybug218
One of the best date movies is the horror movie. You know the one. Blond chick who chooses to hide in the shower from psycho killers. The one who usually meets the business end of an axe. Movies like these genuinely offend me. Tonight, however, I may have an ulterior motive.
Veronica jumped as the axe murderer on the movie screen came out of nowhere. She clung to Logan and buried her face in his chest. Logan grinned. He knew taking Veronica to a horror movie was a good plan.
"Oh Logan, won't you protect me from the scary man with the big scary weapon," Veronica said, using her best damsel in distress voice.
Logan shook his head. He should have known a cheesy horror movie wouldn't scare her easily. "I've got a big weapon of my own I can protect you with."
Veronica smirked. "Dirty."
He grinned. "Always."
"Shhh!" someone behind them hissed.
"What do you say we quit bothering these nice people?" Logan suggested, a hopeful glint in his eye.
Did I mention I had an ulterior motive?
"And miss the dumb blond get hacked to death? Where's the fun in that?" Veronica teased before standing up, dragging Logan toward the exit.
And just like that, they were gone.
Soon, Veronica found herself alone with Logan in the elevator leading up to his floor. They stood silently for a few moments, not even glancing at one another.
Ever hear the song Love in an Elevator? More importantly, ever fantasize about something like that? So have I.
All it took was a brush of Logan's hand against hers before they were all over each other, groping, exploring. He kissed her fiercely, pressing her up against the elevator wall. The moment seemed to last forever rather than mere seconds. Before they knew it, the doors opened and they immediately broke apart.
Oh, you didn't think it'd end like that, did you? We're alone in Logan's suite. I'm going to take advantage of the situation.
Once inside, Veronica and Logan wasted no time yanking various articles of clothing off one another, making their way to the bedroom. Veronica pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him. "You know, we could always role play. I can be the blond damsel in distress and you can come rescue me."
Logan smirked. "Oh, I'll come alright."
"You sure know how to charm a girl," Veronica replied with a roll of her eyes. Then she started hysterically laughing.
"One of my fine qualities," Logan remarked before rolling over on top of Veronica. "Or I could be a viking and conquer you."
Veronica giggled. "Or a pirate."
"Alas, I'm fresh out of eye patches."
"That's really a shame." She was interrupted by a kiss.
"So can we get to the conquering part already?" Veronica asked.
Logan smiled. "With pleasure."
"I hope so," Veronica said, kissing him.
The moral of the story? A cheesy horror movie can lead to lots of, um, role-playing.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Word Count: 497
Rating: PG-13; this is a bit naughty, for me anyway
Author's Notes: Very late birthday present for ladybug218
One of the best date movies is the horror movie. You know the one. Blond chick who chooses to hide in the shower from psycho killers. The one who usually meets the business end of an axe. Movies like these genuinely offend me. Tonight, however, I may have an ulterior motive.
Veronica jumped as the axe murderer on the movie screen came out of nowhere. She clung to Logan and buried her face in his chest. Logan grinned. He knew taking Veronica to a horror movie was a good plan.
"Oh Logan, won't you protect me from the scary man with the big scary weapon," Veronica said, using her best damsel in distress voice.
Logan shook his head. He should have known a cheesy horror movie wouldn't scare her easily. "I've got a big weapon of my own I can protect you with."
Veronica smirked. "Dirty."
He grinned. "Always."
"Shhh!" someone behind them hissed.
"What do you say we quit bothering these nice people?" Logan suggested, a hopeful glint in his eye.
Did I mention I had an ulterior motive?
"And miss the dumb blond get hacked to death? Where's the fun in that?" Veronica teased before standing up, dragging Logan toward the exit.
And just like that, they were gone.
Soon, Veronica found herself alone with Logan in the elevator leading up to his floor. They stood silently for a few moments, not even glancing at one another.
Ever hear the song Love in an Elevator? More importantly, ever fantasize about something like that? So have I.
All it took was a brush of Logan's hand against hers before they were all over each other, groping, exploring. He kissed her fiercely, pressing her up against the elevator wall. The moment seemed to last forever rather than mere seconds. Before they knew it, the doors opened and they immediately broke apart.
Oh, you didn't think it'd end like that, did you? We're alone in Logan's suite. I'm going to take advantage of the situation.
Once inside, Veronica and Logan wasted no time yanking various articles of clothing off one another, making their way to the bedroom. Veronica pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him. "You know, we could always role play. I can be the blond damsel in distress and you can come rescue me."
Logan smirked. "Oh, I'll come alright."
"You sure know how to charm a girl," Veronica replied with a roll of her eyes. Then she started hysterically laughing.
"One of my fine qualities," Logan remarked before rolling over on top of Veronica. "Or I could be a viking and conquer you."
Veronica giggled. "Or a pirate."
"Alas, I'm fresh out of eye patches."
"That's really a shame." She was interrupted by a kiss.
"So can we get to the conquering part already?" Veronica asked.
Logan smiled. "With pleasure."
"I hope so," Veronica said, kissing him.
The moral of the story? A cheesy horror movie can lead to lots of, um, role-playing.