I think that forgetting about this morning is on the to do list even if, despite her actually understanding why I was doing what I was doing, I can't get why she's forgiving me right now. I really took the metal for worst boyfriend ever this morning. She's forgiving me because I'm the only one left. We more or less only have each other and that's how it's going to be (for weeks? months?) for however long it takes
( ... )
"Okay then." I smiled when he said he was always going to be amazed. "As long as you do that and refrain from any further attempts to make me leave, I think we're good." I told him, "I meant it when I said I wasn't leaving you. 'Cause trust me... if I was actually mad at you over this morning you'd still be in that jail cell. We were scared, we both said a bunch of stupid, hurtful things we didn't mean because of it, but that can't change the fact that we love each other." I added softly
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"Do you see me making any attempts?" I asked her softly. "I was just worried. You know... it's just- This isn't exactly the... -" I stopped for a moment. "I feel at fault for this and I know you don't even see it that way. You don't blame me, but I'm still blaming me. I'm not exactly finished with the pity party I've thrown on behalf of myself
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I shook my head when he asked if I saw him making any attempts to make me leave. He wasn't. And I could only hope things would stay that way. "I know, I do actually get it, Logan." I replied softly when he said that he knew I wasn't blaming him for any of this, but he still was. As much as I wished he'd just not be so hard on himself for all of this, I couldn't and wouldn't tell him that he shouldn't be. I mean, it's obviously what he needs to be doing right now
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"Yeah, I know. - You're pretty much telling me to get over my hair issues, aren't you? Because I have pretty much all arrows pointing me to the idea that you'd tie me up and do my hair yourself if you had to," I said. "Have you even done that 'at home dyeing kit' thing before? How do we know that we're not going to come out with like blue hair instead." I asked her.
I skipped right past the part where we were having this moment to the fact that there really wasn't any way we were getting out of dyeing our hair.
"You know, most girls cry when they cut their hair or go from drastic changes like shiny blonde to black," I teased her lightly. Veronica really wasn't most girls. C'mon, we went over a Summer and she came back to school with choppy short hair and a brilliantly, just as sharp, attitude. I had more of a problem with this hair thing than she did.
"Let's load up on junk food first?" I offer to her. Food's good. You know, before I start acting like my hair is going through a funeral.
"Pretty much." I nodded, trying to keep from laughing at the idea of me somehow managing to get him tied up just to colour his hair. "Though, really, the point to bondage fun just for hair dye is...?" I asked with a teasing smirk.
"And Logan? It's not like we're trying to go from a dark to a light colour, we're going darker. It's not going to be blue. I promise. Though, you know, having blue hair for a while might be kinda fun." I stated seriously. I was sure Logan didn't even come close to agreeing with me on that, but he didn't have to. "Maybe just a few streaks like Mac?" I shrugged as I got out my wallet grabbed some money for the vending machines.
"Right, you're saying this to the girl who cut off more than three quarters of her hair for the sake of a change." I rolled my eyes playfully. "If I was going to have a meltdown over my hair it would have been then." Yeah, this really wasn't the first time I'd given my life an overhaul of sorts. It really didn't bother me much to change my appearance. And on the upside? This wasn't
( ... )
I had to do a double take at Veronica's bondage fun comment, before letting out a choked brief laugh escape from my throat and shaking my head, "Why, Miss Mars, did you want to tie me up for other reasons?" Because I'm welcoming other opportunities... She's smirking teasingly at me and enjoying every reaction she's getting from me before continuing on about hair colors
( ... )
I shook my head, grinning ever so lightly. "Nuh-uh. Those thoughts are far to distracting right now." I laughed. "I was so kidding, Logan, but the comment so had the desired reaction." I smirked again. I knew how easy it would be for us to get totally off track, and I also knew how much we actually still had to get done, and how exhausted I was going to feel the the second I actually allowed myself to. Now was not the time to get lost in Logan, as much as I might want to.
"Did I say you had to? Your hair is going to be black, don't worry. I'll show you the chart on the box when we get back in the room." I insisted to him in response to his saying he wanted his hair a natural colour.
"I'm so not even going to pass judgment on whatever you're going to eat tonight, because seriously, I could so easily just live off the chocolate." I said, surveying the options within the machine before getting a bag of plain chips, two chocolate bars and a bottle of water. I figure, whatever I don't eat either Logan will or we can bring it with us.
"Really? Because if I thought you liked bondage I would have nabbed some handcuffs before we left." I laughed, teasing her lightly. "Veronica Mars, kidding and being generally cruel to hormonally charged eighteen year old boys shouldn't be allowed." Though in general she made me wonder what she did like and what she could possibly want. She'd go between surprising me and confirming my beliefs, but nothing was ever boring with her
( ... )
"Cruel? Logan..." I rolled my eyes playfully. "Cruel would be flat out denying any sort of sexual favour indefinitely while teasing you like that." I informed him. "That was just fun." I was starting to feel like I shouldn't have even started us on this particular topic of conversation, because I knew us well enough to know it wouldn't take much convincing for us to take advantage of the freedom being truly, completely alone for the first time since the afternoon on the yacht. Assuming I could stay awake, anyway. I knew I was running on fumes, even if I didn't feel it right now
( ... )
I clear my throat with an amused laugh. "Right, Mars, deny me and you pretty much deny yourself," I replied as I flopped onto the bed with my chip bags and Coke. Which was possibly why she didn't specifically deny an sort of sexual favors in general. That and we'd probably much rather be with each other in general when doing those things.
I played with the annoying plasticy sound the chip bag gave off as I moved one of them off the bed to the bedside table with the Coke. The other I put on my stomach and fiddled with the edges. "Completely tragic." I'm here on this bed in mourning, my hair will be soon dressed in black.
"I'm pretty sure I can plan to seduce you while we do our hair." I said absently before tearing the chip bag open and crunching on a Dorito. "It's called multitasking, Veronica."
"Thanks for the newsflash." I rolled my eyes again as I opened my bottle of water and taking a sip. "We'd actually have to prove we have any sort of actual resolve for that to work as a concept anyway." And considering how tempted I was to actually have sex with Logan in the bathroom at school yesterday, if only for a few minutes, I didn't see any sort of resolve happening there. "But like you said, torturing me in the process, and there's not really any fun in that." I laughed, opening one of the chocolate bars.
"Oh, I'm sure you can, too." I nodded, a little more than amused the fact that he still seemed to dislike this hair-dying plan so much, as I munched on the chocolate bar. He was a step away from moping. "I'm pretty convinced you're more than capable of multitasking. Total faith there..."
Well, tomorrow can't possibly be as long as today was. How bad would it be if I was completely exhausted when I fell asleep?
"Just no actual seducing until we're actually done messing with our hair." I smiled.
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I skipped right past the part where we were having this moment to the fact that there really wasn't any way we were getting out of dyeing our hair.
"You know, most girls cry when they cut their hair or go from drastic changes like shiny blonde to black," I teased her lightly. Veronica really wasn't most girls. C'mon, we went over a Summer and she came back to school with choppy short hair and a brilliantly, just as sharp, attitude. I had more of a problem with this hair thing than she did.
"Let's load up on junk food first?" I offer to her. Food's good. You know, before I start acting like my hair is going through a funeral.
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"And Logan? It's not like we're trying to go from a dark to a light colour, we're going darker. It's not going to be blue. I promise. Though, you know, having blue hair for a while might be kinda fun." I stated seriously. I was sure Logan didn't even come close to agreeing with me on that, but he didn't have to. "Maybe just a few streaks like Mac?" I shrugged as I got out my wallet grabbed some money for the vending machines.
"Right, you're saying this to the girl who cut off more than three quarters of her hair for the sake of a change." I rolled my eyes playfully. "If I was going to have a meltdown over my hair it would have been then." Yeah, this really wasn't the first time I'd given my life an overhaul of sorts. It really didn't bother me much to change my appearance. And on the upside? This wasn't ( ... )
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"Did I say you had to? Your hair is going to be black, don't worry. I'll show you the chart on the box when we get back in the room." I insisted to him in response to his saying he wanted his hair a natural colour.
"I'm so not even going to pass judgment on whatever you're going to eat tonight, because seriously, I could so easily just live off the chocolate." I said, surveying the options within the machine before getting a bag of plain chips, two chocolate bars and a bottle of water. I figure, whatever I don't eat either Logan will or we can bring it with us.
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I played with the annoying plasticy sound the chip bag gave off as I moved one of them off the bed to the bedside table with the Coke. The other I put on my stomach and fiddled with the edges. "Completely tragic." I'm here on this bed in mourning, my hair will be soon dressed in black.
"I'm pretty sure I can plan to seduce you while we do our hair." I said absently before tearing the chip bag open and crunching on a Dorito. "It's called multitasking, Veronica."
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"Oh, I'm sure you can, too." I nodded, a little more than amused the fact that he still seemed to dislike this hair-dying plan so much, as I munched on the chocolate bar. He was a step away from moping. "I'm pretty convinced you're more than capable of multitasking. Total faith there..."
Well, tomorrow can't possibly be as long as today was. How bad would it be if I was completely exhausted when I fell asleep?
"Just no actual seducing until we're actually done messing with our hair." I smiled.
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