where did those crass band mornings go and the dreaming over tea

[logan_echolls]

Thank god, Veronica was actually serious about getting the PS2. The whole buying spree the two of us went on was fairly incredible. I'm pretty sure that, in general, the spending of money was far more enjoyable than anything we've done in the last few days

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[renewedsoul_v]

"Logan." I stated in mock exasperation as he pulled me down on the bed with him, "Is there a special reason you couldn't give me like, five more minutes to finish making the bed at least? I mean, this whole moving-in thing? it's supposed to be tiring. And you know, the delivery guys did all the hard work anyway... putting furniture where it was supposed to be and all that. We basically have to do is unpack the dishes, the electronics and make the bed. What would you have done if we had actual stuff to move into an apartment? You know, more than what's in our suitcases? Even just the contents of my room at home?" I questioned, amused.

So, the TV and PS2 had been unboxed and set up, and there was a stack of CDs sitting on the floor in front of the stand the TV was on, and that was about as far as we'd gotten so far...but we hadn't been back from our shopping spree for very long yet.

We still needed a few things, but the major stuff was dealt with. The rest was basically the little touches that turned it from a place to hang out/crash to something sort of resembling a home. And, you know, a car might not be the worst idea ever. It was really kind of freeing that we could just buy things and not worry too much about the cost. That the money was there to get the things we needed, and more than a few things we didn't. Not that I wanted to spend all my college money, but I didn't see any reason we should live like we're flat broke, either.

Tomorrow we'd call to get cable, maybe an internet connection. Debate whether we really needed a phone. Who were we gonna call short of Maribeth and Daniel? Any calls to Neptune would be on those nice disposable cell phones so that they couldn't be traced.

"I need to finish making the bed... before I decide it's far too comfy, especially with you in it, to ever leave." I pointed out, kissing him quickly. "Which is probably exactly what you want to happen, isn't it?" I realised with a smirk.

This is one of those moments where we're far too easily distracted by each other from what we were doing. Which I didn't exactly mind. And here it was actually good, since we're supposed to be newlyweds and all. The giddy just to be near each other thing was pretty much essential.

[logan_echolls]

I could feel a small smirk curl onto my face at the mock exasperation echoing through Veronica’s tone of voice. “All work and no play make Logan a dull boy.” I replied with the same smile wearing on my face as I leaned in to kiss her.

I reached over to press a strand of hair behind her ear. I wasn’t about to let her up to finish that last corner with the bed sheets. Did she really think there was use in convincing me otherwise?

We had done work today. I say we party now. While Veronica brain was settling out of all the small things we didn’t get and we needed to get, I thought of other things. Could I actually be blamed? We had, more or less, no energy the last few days and we’d done nothing but driving, shopping and eating.

“I just don’t understand this need to make the bed when we’re just going to mess it up anyway.” I told her with a small nod pointed towards her, my fingers threading lightly through her hair as I leaned in to return her small short kiss slowly. I was fully expecting a roll of the eyes and her to decide to finish the bed anyway.

[renewedsoul_v]

"You're like a little kid demanding attention, you know that, don't you?" I questioned as he kissed me. "Can't wait less than 5 minutes for me to finish what I'm doing, it has to be right this second?" I laughed softly. The analogy kinda fell apart aside from the impatience factor, since he was clearly after sex. Not that I minded.

I wasn't crazy, and aside from the night we decided we were really too tired, we hadn't exactly had the opportunity do to much other than make out in how long now? Totally got the wanting to. Wasn't even remotely arguing that point. We actually needed this after how crazy everything had been the last few days. Just some time to focus on each other, block the rest of the world out.

I soft moan escaped my lips at his slow kiss, "Okay, seriously... how do you do that?" I asked, "It's like, you kiss me, and my resolve to do anything else other than stay as close to you as possible completely evaporates..." Which, you know, we had ample evidence of the skipped classes to support that theory. It was bad, but evidently true.

"So am I assuming from the not understanding the why behind making it if it's just gonna get messed up again that I'll be the one making it every morning?" I smirked, "Or should I just take it to be a polite attempt at hinting that you want sex?" I shook my head slightly, "Your girlfriend who loves you and wants you more than she knows how to say is somehow going to tell you to take a hike or something?" Right, because he didn't convince me to skip school entirely, to go shopping and clean the boat sure, but we both knew we'd end up in bed. Never mind the nearly having me convinced that sex in a bathroom stall was a good plan, or the fact that we slept together as soon as I had some sort of confirmation that we were together again. "Hi, I'm Veronica. Have we met?" I teased.

[logan_echolls]

"I can’t help it if I know exactly what I want and I might want that now," I laughed softly in regards to her questioning of me. So, I might have the attention span of a goldfish when it came to doing work, it didn’t exactly mean that I had a two second attention span regarding some other activities.

Veronica melts under my lips as I take her back for that second kiss when she had been quick in her kissing of me. Her soft moans go right through me and deep into my gut. "It must be the way I inevitably make your knees buckle. Because I know what you like?" I offer, tilting my head to the side of her neck to kiss the skin softly there. "Chivalry does not have to be dead," I tell her in an attempt to explain why exactly it wasn’t as if I just pulled her down onto this bed and automatically had my way with her. Well, there was the fact that I cared for her for a lot more than just sex.

"I’m not saying you’re not supposed to make it every single day," I mumbled softly against the sensitive flesh over her collar bone, my fingers teasing the edge of her shirt riding up as a flash of skin was revealed, "I’m just saying not now."

Polite attempt at hinting I wanted sex? I could have laughed at the comment if I wasn’t too invested and involved in continuing to kiss her - find skin and taste her. I shook my head slightly for a moment, leaning my forehead against her shoulder. "This is my polite attempt at hinting that I want you, Veronica."

[renewedsoul_v]

"You can. You just choose not to." I stated at his laughter. "There's a bit of a difference."

I would have laughed at his chivalry comment if he wasn't distracting me so much with the kisses he was trailing on to my neck. Unfortunately it was obvious that I was enjoying it when I tilted my head just enough to give him more access, and that would sort of weaken any argument I would make to counter his statement. "What exactly does chivalry have to do with us making love?" I questioned. Especially when he's basically being a total chauvinist pig with some of what he's choosing to say. Such a turn-on, really. And yet, I can't stop the soft moans that escape. Can't really deny the fact that he does know exactly what I like. That fact is just aggravating today. "Not sure how that fits into the equation."

"So you don't have skills enough to manage making a bed?" I asked breathlessly at his 'I'm not saying you're not supposed to make it every single day, I'm just saying not now.' He's really lucky I love him so much right now, or he'd probably be on the floor. "Last I checked I'm not your maid, Logan. You don't have one." I reminded him as his fingers and lips continued dancing over my skin.

I was being so passive aggressive right now. You'd think just shove him away and glare at him. It would be logical. But I've got zero resolve as we've established. I didn't want to get in a fight with him anyway. Playful bickering was one thing. "And the difference when it's me you're planning on having sex with is...?" I questioned, playing with the ends of his hair in my fingers.

[logan_echolls]

"Yeah, because I sort of think you want me too," I countered softly towards her. She was the one who was arching her neck for an easier access for me, her actions just crying out for more which obviously I had no problem delivering. You’d think that she wouldn’t be complaining and moaning at the actions at the same time. She was pretty much being a walking contradiction, though I wasn’t about to state that to her.

"Chivalry, correct me if I’m wrong, has something to do with courtesy, honor, and a general gallantry toward women?" I asked, my hands tracing down her sides to hold her hips and thighs. "Well, I’m just not going to take what I want," I pointed out towards her. I thought this was pretty much me trying to be obviously polite. I wanted her, yeah, but it’s not like I was demanding something from her that she didn’t want herself or that she hadn’t indicated wanting herself.

C’mon, Veronica. I almost rolled my eyes as she commented like I had said something completely wrong as implying sex instead of bed making - I refrained from doing that, because there are definitely certain things that are turn offs in bed and eye rolling would be one of those things.

I sighed softly into her ear, "You could snap your fingers and I would make the bed and any bed you slept in until the end of time, you know that Veronica."

I drew my lips softly from her ear, mapping her jaw, back to her own lips again. Her fingers were still teasing at the ends of my hair despite her being randomly pissed at me for a statement that was just taken the wrong way. Sucking and grazing my teeth against her lower lip, I slipped my hands under her shirt to tug it off.

[renewedsoul_v]

"Is 'duh' an appropriate response to that comment?" I asked softly when he said he thought I wanted him, too. He may a jackass at times, but I knew that. Besides, it was like my bitchy moments, they were pretty much inevitably going to happen occasionally. No big deal as long as we don't blow it out of porportion.

"Generally speaking, it does." I agreed, closing my eyes as his hands slid over my thighs and hips. "And I know you wouldn't. I know that." I promised him. I so wouldn't be with him if I thought he'd ever do anything like that to me. I knew he respected me too much to do anything like that. That if I even put up the tiniest objections, he'd back off.

"That mean you're planning on being around until the end of time?" I asked softly, only half teasing. I wasn't asking for more than what we had. Things were good the way they were. We were committed to each other. And as much as we loved each other, neither of us was ready for the idea of marriage. Especially considering how badly our parents' own had gone. All the lies, the infidelity, the intentionally inflicting pain. I didn't want us to ever be like that.

I moaned as he started sucking on my lower lip, my stomach tensing with anticipation of being closer to him as his hands slip under my shirt. I had to admit it was amusing that were were bordering on having an argument while we're busy with foreplay. Only us. "I love you." I whispered softly against his lips, kissing him for a moment before I helped him tug my shirt off.

[logan_echolls]

“Duh is completely appropriate,” I replied, smiling softly against her skin. In general, past all the whole trading barbs and quips it’d been the same. Even when we weren’t together. We wanted each other and I didn’t want to think of what things would be like without her. My stomach would flop every single time she was near. Veronica Mars was my sickness and I wouldn’t dare get rid of her. I couldn’t do anything but feel her close. All I wanted to do was breathe her in.

There are things that run right through me. One of them is the soft way that I’m in some way able to affect her. I can kiss her or touch her the right way and certain things will make her come apart. I don’t think she possibly knows how beautiful she is to me right now - how beautiful she’s always been.

I didn’t think I’d ever want to be around forever or at least with one person so long. At least, not since Lilly. It’s almost ironic that I’m able to find love - a different kind - within her best friend. I know I shouldn’t even bother thinking about it, but it does come up in my mind when Veronica asks if I’m planning on being around until the end of time. I’m here now. That’s the point.

I discard her shirt elsewhere and our mouths connect like magnets again. Instantly, I have to be kissing her again as her mouth opens under mine, making space for a deeper kiss. I had wanted to respond to her last question but the answer is lost within deep kisses and my fingers nimbly tracing the curve of her bare back and undoing the clasp of her bra.

“Oh god, Veronica,” I whisper quickly against her lips, in a heavy breath inwards.

[renewedsoul_v]

"Glad you think so, too." I murmured in response. I wondered if he really knew how perfectly content I was just being in his arms trading soft kisses. Actually, I didn't much care what we were doing as long as we were together. Which would explain the months of verbal sparing when I was with Duncan. Acting like we couldn't stand each other was better than not being near each other at all. That's completely messed up, I realise. But so was trying to talk myself out of loving him, because all it did was hurt all three of us.

It was so stupid on every level. And as much as I didn't want Duncan to influence how I was with Logan at school, there was still this nagging guilt there. Unfortunately I knew nothing I could say would excuse the fact that I was with him for pretty much every wrong reason in the history of the universe. I just hoped one day he'd know how sorry I was for that.

Not that I was expecting miracles or anything. I just knew Logan missed him, and as much as he insists it was their own doing, the fact that they both loved me had to factor in to why they were unable to repair the damage to their friendship, right?

My primary concern at the moment though, the only thing I should really be thinking about right now, is Logan. For all intents and purposes, definitely until we could go home to Neptune, he was my whole world. I wasn't even sure I could do this whole leaving my whole life behind thing without him, even if it meant saving my life. The idea of not being able to at least see him wasn't something I was in any way okay with.

My shirt's tossed away, and we're kissing again, deeper, more demanding, as if our lives depended on the constant contact or something. We just wanted to be as close to each other as possible. I let out a moan as his tongue slipped into my mouth, my hands sliding under his shirt and over his chest as he undoes my bra effortlessly.

He breaks the kiss and whispers against my lips, and I take the opportunity to rid him of his shirt, "I know." I breathed, raining kisses along his jaw before moving back to his lips, my hands mapping out all the newly exposed skin. The level of desire coming off both of us was enough to make me dizzy.

[logan_echolls]

She strips me of my shirt and tosses it somewhere else and away. Suddenly, it’s her lips over my jaw, her hands over my skin and her hot skin against mine as she finds my lips again. The taste of her doesn’t have long to linger in my mouth before she parts my lips with hers and I lose all ability to quip at her. My language consists of a moan she draws out of my mouth.

And I don’t think I can do anything but kiss her back. There’s nothing else in the world that I want - and believe me that there’s a difference from just wanting sex from her and just wanting her. It’s not something I can explain, at least not now when her mouth is over mine and our tongues are tangled, but it’s something that I want to explain.

I want her and that has more things to do with anything else but sex. I don’t know what would happen if I just couldn’t see her smile daily or even hear her voice. Whenever Veronica’s around I just feel myself free falling. It’s a spin where I can’t tell where anything is so I have to focus on her.

I expect to hit the ground hard.

I know what Veronica’s done for me and that despite everything - every ill intended joke targeted, aimed and fired - that she’s still here. Even when we weren’t exactly friends or enemies and she was dating Duncan, she was there to help. I can’t really ever thank her for that. I don’t even know how to begin.

Tugging her closer and onto my lap, so she’s straddling me instead of just to my side, I can’t help but groan at the extra friction that creates. I’m fumbling for a moment with her belt buckle while the other hand curls into her hair as we kiss.

[renewedsoul_v]

To say we were getting completely lost in each other was more than a little understatement, but it wasn't like there was a single reason couldn't right now. For the first time since that night in my apartment we knew we basically had nothing but time to be with each other. No need to rush to beat the clock, nobody to worry about walking in on us. This apartment was our little impenetrable bubble where we could just be us - be together. The outside world doesn't even matter right now.

I'm almost amazed at how comfortable I feel with him. There's zero hesitation of letting him in, in being vulnerable. Whether it's letting him in emotionally, which is something I really don't do easily, or not even flinching at the idea of letting him see all of me in every sense of the word, I don't hesitate at all. Does he even realise how completely rare that is? I'm still not even sure what clicked in my brain that made me go from being scared of how strong my feelings for him were to where we are now, but I don't regret it at all.

I just wish I could make him see that no matter what happens, when he reaches for my hand, he's going to find me right there with him. I'm not sure he believes it yet. And I had no idea how to make him if everything up to this point hadn't. I loved him and I wanted to be here. What was going to change that at this point?

Logan Echolls... who would have guessed that he'd be the one person in my life, outside of my father anyway, that I was totally lost without? As early as a year ago I would have laughed in the face of whoever said this is where we'd be now relationship wise. And yet, here we are and I can't imagine things being any other way. I don't want them to be any other way.

His moans cut through my thoughts, and I melt into his kisses, moaning in return, as he pulls on top of him. The extra contact in just the right spot makes me feel weak. "Oh, God..." I gasp out breathlessly against his cheek, his one hand fumbling with my belt, and the other tangled in my hair. I moved to undo his belt, shifting us just enough to send a little ripple of pleasure though me, causing a sharp intake of breath. "Too many layers of stuff in the way..." I complained softly, getting his belt buckle undone. It was almost enough to make me think I needed to invest in a lot of skirts.

[logan_echolls]

She’s quickly making me lose all logical thought into the pleasure that she’s causing. She rocks briefly against me when she goes to undo my belt and I arch up against her and towards her hands, my voice stuck in my throat. I can feel her breath heavy against my cheek and it just draws goose bumps.

I manage to undo her belt, undo the top button of her jeans with one hand and tug downwards at the zipper. My hand falls out of the tangle of her hair and I loop my fingers around the top of her jeans and underwear.

I’m lost in her sensations, dizzy at her moans and her complains of far too many layers of clothing in the way of me just being close to her. Just so we’re touching, but we can’t seem to actually touch enough and I don’t know where this desperate need to be so close to her came from.

“Lift,” I exhale sharply, my lips still trying to find hers blindly, when it starts to get too difficult to strip her down of the rest of her clothing.

I find her mouth and cover it with mine, blocking out the moan that I exhaled like a response to her. If I think about all of this too long - how entirely lucky that I am that she loves me and that she’s right here with me - I’m not sure I’d be so able to continue. With my mouth hot against hers, taking in too heavy breaths and inhaling just because she’s so close that I can smell her, taste her and feel her, I’m overwhelmed. My lips drop from hers to her neck to the curves of her breasts.

[renewedsoul_v]

My senses feel like they're on total overload, the lightest touch sending shock waves though my body as we struggle to keep more skin to skin contact than is really possible or even logical as we get our jeans off. If I didn't know how long this was building, how many times we wanted to get to this point without the opportunity in the past week alone, I'd be surprised.

I get his jeans undone and start tugging them down when he basically breathes out 'lift' while struggling to recapture my lips. I shift my weight on to my knees and move to help him pull my jeans off for as far as he can reach before I take over and carefully kick the rest of the way out before I return my focus to his. Or at least try to, because the next thing I know his lips are leaving the intense kisses we were sharing, and traveling down to my breasts. "Logan..." I moan softly, as his actions make it pretty impossible for me to focus on anything short of how amazing that feels and how much I want him, how much I love being this close to him.

[logan_echolls]

I’m gripping close to her bare hips and thighs - and I’m still barely undressed because I still have my jeans and boxers clinging to me. She had started to push them down off of me but every word is just sending shudders of pleasure through the two of us. My mouth finds her hardened nipples and trades off pleasing one or the other.

Her moans flood my ears and I slide an arm around her waist to balance her before two of my fingers find their way inside of her, curling into her warmth and stroking her from the inside. There really wasn’t so much of a thing as too much foreplay. So, maybe, the last few days have been nothing but some sort of foreplay.

My pulse is throbbing hard in my ears as I lift my head again, kissing her shoulder with an open mouth, and my body moves with the slow thrusts of my fingers inside of her. “You are so beautiful,” I manage to exhale in a labored breath.