Home and Heart Improvements continued again
Previous parts
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: some Logan/Parker, LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 8,372 in this section; 34,118 total
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Logan’s living room, kitchen and back porch are bursting with rowdy partygoers as Veronica greets Wallace and Piz. “Hey, you finally made it.”
“Your dad didn’t give you the message?” Wallace asks surprised.
“I haven’t talked to my dad all day. I came here right from working on a case.”
Wallace nods in understanding as a very tall, slender woman walks up and hands Wallace and Piz a drink.
Veronica looks at her best friend skeptically.
“Veronica, this is Miranda Apfel. Miranda this is Veronica Mars.”
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
Wallace grins from ear to ear as he glances over Veronica’s shoulder. “Hey, um, V, is there a reason why Parker is sending a death glare this way?” He subtly points with his cup in Parker’s direction.
Veronica chuckles and rolls her eyes without looking in Parker’s direction. “She thinks I’m stealing her boyfriend.”
“Are you?” Wallace gives his best friend a ‘please explain’ expression as Piz and Miranda chat amongst themselves close by.
“I needed a shower after working a case. I came here to use Logan’s bathroom.” She says as she sips her drink.
“And Parker is giving you a death glare because…”
“…because I was invited to Logan’s house before she was?” She shrugs, raising her hands in question. “I have a key to her boyfriend’s house and she made it very clear that Logan is off limits.”
“I thought you said you and Logan were working on being friends right now.”
“We are and there hasn’t been any funny business. Parker feels the need to mark her territory, I guess.”
Wallace chuckles. “Is she going to pee on my leg before I leave?”
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Veronica nudges Mac’s shoulder as she sidles close to her best friend at the kitchen counter.
“I’ll talk to you later, Mac.” Parker says coldly, shooting Veronica a disgusted look and walking away from the pair.
Mac watches Parker dismiss Veronica and turns slightly toward her tiny friend.
“Nice.” Veronica says under breath as she looks out over the party. “So, Max is nice, huh?”
Mac grins wide and blushes. “Yeah. He is.”
Veronica smiles at her friend. “He’s kind of cute, too.”
Mac ignores her best friend’s teasing and looks Veronica in the eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay?” Veronica is genuinely surprised by Mac’s question. “I’m fine. Why?”
“Well, we’re at Logan’s new house where he’s having a birthday party for his girlfriend and said girlfriend just gave you the cold shoulder that surpasses any cold shoulder I’ve ever been a recipient of.” Mac clarifies. “I just thought you might be putting on your party face to get through the night.”
“No, I’m good. Logan and I had a little chat the other day. We’re friends, all is good.”
“What’s Parker’s problem then?”
“She found out that I have a key to Logan’s house.” Veronica states quietly.
Mac eyes her friend. “Well, isn’t that friendly.” Referring to their earlier conversation about Logan and Veronica’s current relationship.
“That’s about as friendly as I’ve been getting’ lately.” Veronica says so only Mac can hear.
“Parker does do jealous girlfriend well, doesn’t she?” Mac says as they watch Parker hang on Logan’s arm and laugh exaggeratedly.
“Award winning.” Veronica sips her drink.
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Veronica sits on the third step of Logan’s stairs, eating her cake, which Parker so nicely slapped on a plate for her, and watches the partygoers enjoy the festivities.
Logan spots Veronica sitting at the bottom of his steps as he returns to the party from the bathroom. “Hey, no date tonight?” He sits next to his ex-girlfriend, blocking the stairs.
“All the good ones are taken or gay.” Veronica monotones.
“I’m sure we can find you a stud tonight, before the evening is over.” He chuckles, scanning the room for any decent, available guy and comes up empty.
Logan finally notices the mangled piece of cake on Veronica’s plate. “Are you eating that mess? There’s plenty of cake, I’m sure there’s a piece that doesn’t look like it’s already been chewed.”
Veronica laughs and looks at her cake. “Apparently, this is the best piece an ex-girlfriend of yours can hope for when your current girlfriend is dishing the cake.” She gives Logan a pointed look.
“Is she really being that much of a bitch to you?” Logan sees Parker glaring at the two of them from across the room. “Of course she is. I’ll go talk to her.”
Veronica follows his line of sight and exhales loudly. “No, don’t. It will just make things more awkward.” She pauses. “I can take it.”
Logan locks eyes with the love of his life and lightly rubs small circles on her back. “I know you can but you shouldn’t have to. I’ll talk to her.”
Veronica leans into him as he kisses her forehead softly and gets up to rejoin the party. She remains in her seat and watches the party go on around her.
A few minutes later a strange looking guy with bad hair approaches Veronica. “Hey, the host said you’re a big-time swing dancer.”
Veronica smirks at her new friend. Oh, Logan, you are so dead. She glances over weird guy’s shoulder and sees Logan tipping his cup in a salute to her with a big grin and walking away.
She listens to this strange guy drone on and on about swing dancing for a couple of minutes. You better watch out, Echolls. You are not getting away with this one, you Ass. She thinks as she stabs the crumbs of cake with her plastic fork as Piz appears in the corner of her eye. Perfect. Piz will rescue me.
“Will you excuse me please?” She shoves her half-eaten cake toward the strange guy and practically jumps into Piz’s arms, interrupting his conversation with Wallace and Miranda.
Logan is listening to Dick blab on and on about his two myspace girlfriends when he sees a streak of blonde hair fly through the room and jump into Wallace’s roommate’s arms. Fuck, that’s not what was supposed to happen. He takes a big gulp of his beer and tunes back in to Dick’s chatter.
He watches Veronica peripherally as Piz gets her a drink and Wallace pulls her to the side of the kitchen. Logan’s breath hitches when he sees Wallace’s stern face and obvious annoyance with the tiny blonde. Logan raises his drink to his mouth and watches the scene unfold over the rim of his cup.
Piz returns quickly, handing Veronica a drink as Wallace gives her a pointed look and turns back to his date. Why the hell is Wallace so pissed at Ronnie?
Dick draws Logan’s attention back to him when he says something about big tits and a threesome.
Logan sips from his cup and glances back to the place he last saw Veronica and she is gone. He desperately searches the living area with an eagle’s eye until he finally finds her on the back porch kissing Piz. His heart stops.
He gasps at the sight of his ex-girlfriend kissing the floppy-haired punk and beer goes down Logan’s windpipe causing him to cough and sputter, clutching his chest and gasping for air.
“Dude, drink much?” Dick pounds his friend’s back with an extra hard slap and continues on with his one-sided conversation about his two bimbos.
Holy fuck! She just kissed Piz. Oh. My. God. She just kissed Piz. What the fuck?
“Hey, are you okay?” Parker appears at Logan’s side, snapping him out of his thoughts. She drapes her arm around his back and pats gently.
Logan shrugs her arm off his body. “I’m fine.” He walks away from his girlfriend, muttering. “Give me a minute.”
Parker’s blood boils as her boyfriend trudges up the stairs to the more private second level. Embarrassed by his dismissal, she holds her head high, plasters a fake smile on her face and heads back to a group of friends, ready to party.
Veronica stands on Logan’s back deck, motionless as Piz turns the corner of the wrap-around porch and leaves the party. Oh. My. God. Piz just kissed me. Holy shit. What the hell was that about? Oh shit. She scans the party for Logan. Did Logan see Piz kiss me?
She slowly weaves her way through the party and walks upstairs to hide for a few minutes in the guest room.
Logan pats his face dry with a towel and looks at his reflection in the master bathroom mirror. Jesus, you don’t look like you just inhaled your whole drink through your nose, you look like you’ve been run over by a truck. He fingers his bloodshot eyes and pale complexion. Get a grip Echolls, you’re just friends. She can kiss anyone she wants to kiss. Even if he’s a stupid, fuckin’ puppy dog wannabe disc jockey. He swallows loudly, throws the towel on the sink and walks out of his bathroom.
Veronica gathers her thoughts for a few moments, sitting on the edge of the guest room bed. Once she regulates her breathing back to a normal rhythm, she stands, adjusts her clothing, smoothing out all of the nonexistent wrinkles and opens the guest room door.
Logan shuts his bedroom door and turns to go downstairs when the guest room door opens and he comes face-to-face with Veronica.
“Hey.” He says quietly.
“Hi.” She responds, looking at her feet.
Logan steps to go around the tiny blonde as Veronica stands in his path and puts her hand on his chest to stop him.
“Wait.” She whispers softly as her eyes climb to meet his. “I just wanted to let you know before you heard from someone else…”
“You don’t have to explain. We’re not together, Ronnie.” He says as he sees the honest concern in her face.
“No, I want to.” She says quickly as her eyes dance over his face, searching for some kind of understanding. “I didn’t kiss Piz. Piz kissed me.”
Logan looks away quickly, internally jumping for joy.
She steps closer to Logan and places her hand on his cheek, gently forcing him to look directly in her eyes again. “I’m not interested in Piz. There’s only one man for me.”
Logan leans into Veronica and caresses her cheek with his thumb, memorizing the contours of her face. “Does Piz know that?”
“Not yet but he will tomorrow.” She moves even closer.
He bends toward his ex-girlfriend so their lips are a hair’s width apart. “I want to kiss you right now.”
She inhales deeply, smiles and whispers in a low, sultry voice. “You have a girlfriend.” Veronica rises on her toes and places a chaste kiss on his cheek and backs away slightly, looking deep into Logan’s eyes. “I’m not ready to be more than friends with you just yet and I certainly don’t need to be the other woman right now.”
Veronica pecks Logan on the cheek quickly and hurries down the steps.
Great, now I need a fuckin’ cold shower, Ronnie. He slumps against the wall, looking at the ceiling, catching his breath and adjusting his hard-on in his pants.
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“Yuck. You do not want to go back in there right now.” Mac instructs as she pulls the glass door shut behind her. “Dick didn’t make it to the bathroom and spewed all over the carpet in the hallway.”
Veronica looks over her shoulder at her friend and turns back to watching the waves crash against the sandy beach. “Ew. I bet Logan’s happy about that.”
Mac glances at two strangers talking near the corner of the deck and joins her friend on the step where Logan’s back deck meets the beach path. “Dick emptied his stomach right at the top of the steps and no one can get to the bathroom without stepping in vomit.”
“Ew. Gross. Now stop.” Veronica crinkles her face in disgust.
“It smells great too.” Mac couldn’t help but add that final detail.
“I’m surprised more people aren’t out here, taking advantage of the clean air.”
“I think a lot of people cleared out at that point.” Mac sips her soda.
Veronica nods in understanding. “I think I’m gonna head out soon too.”
“You’re not staying here tonight?” Mac raises an eyebrow, taunting her best friend with a small nudge.
“No. Not tonight. I don’t need to be the source of everything wrong in Parker’s world, thanks.”
After a few minutes of silence, Veronica speaks softly. “Piz kissed me tonight.”
Mac’s head whips around quickly to face her best friend. “What? Piz kissed you? Is he insane?”
“Apparently.” Veronica chuckles. “Wallace said he’s liked me for a long time and I need to let him down easy and the next thing I know Piz’s lips were on mine.”
“Did you give him a reason to think you were interested?”
“No not really. I used him to play my boyfriend when Logan told this weird guy I loved swing dancing. You know, to get rid of Lord of the Dance…” She looks at the computer genius closely. “…but I was clear it was an act.”
“Did Logan see Piz kiss you?” Mac asks timidly.
“Yeah. I think he did. I cornered him to tell him before anyone else got to him with the gossip.”
“And?” Mac studies Veronica’s confused expression.
“And he didn’t want an explanation since we’re not together, but I gave him one anyway and he wanted to kiss me but I stopped it before anything happened.” Veronica locks eyes with Mac. “I don’t want to be that girl.”
Mac nods. “The girl that steals your boyfriend.”
“A slut.”
“The girl you were accused of being all through high school.” Mac says compassionately.
“Yeah.” Veronica responds in a whisper as she bows her head remorsefully.
Mac uncharacteristically wraps her arm around Veronica shoulders and squeezes her in close to her body. “You and Logan will get your acts together soon. He wants to be with you, Bond. Everyone can see it. That’s why Parker is so jealous. She wants what you have with Logan and deep down she knows it’s never going to happen.”
“Hey.” Wallace pops his head out the door, unaware of the girl talk occurring on Logan’s back porch. Mac quickly drops her arm from Veronica’s shoulder and Veronica rapidly wipes a tear from her cheek as Wallace continues. “Miranda and I are heading out. You guys seen Piz lately?”
Veronica and Mac share a quick glance.
“He left a while ago.” Veronica says over her shoulder.
“Okay.” Wallace ponders his options in his slightly tipsy haze. “Um, could one of you give us a ride then?”
Veronica and Mac laugh at their friend as they rise from their seat on the step and follow Wallace into the house.
The house is empty except for a handful of lingering partygoers. The trio of friends watch as Logan and Chip Diller lumber down the steps with a rolled carpet on their shoulders, carrying it out the front door and unceremoniously throwing it in Logan’s front yard.
Logan wipes the dirt from his hands and reenters the living room with Chip on his heels. “I was going to rip that carpet up anyway.” He laughs, looking around at the few remaining party guests. “Now is as good a time as any.”
Parker’s friend, from the dorms, and her boyfriend take that time to thank Logan and exit the party at the same time Chip makes himself comfortable on the sofa.
“Well, that was fun.” Logan glances around the room at his friends’ bored expressions. “Who wants a drink?” He slaps his hands together dramatically and walks to the kitchen countertop bar, setting out a few glasses, waiting his friends’ response.
“I’ll have one.” Chip yells from the sofa.
“You can pour one for me.” Parker chirps from her spot talking to Miranda near the fireplace.
“None for me. I’m leaving.” Veronica says holding up her hand in a stop gesture.
Logan’s eyes rise to look at his ex-girlfriend as he’s pouring his friends’ drinks. “Too bad, Ronnie, ‘cause it seems your bed is occupied by Dick right now.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her obnoxiously.
“Damn, I-…” Veronica is cut off by Parker’s loud bark.
“WHAT did you just say?” Parker stomps over to the kitchen island glaring at her boyfriend.
Logan continues to mix drinks and casually looks up at the tall blonde currently ready to rip his head off. “Huh?”
“Did you say ‘her bed’? Parker spits and points at Veronica.
Logan casually sets the bottle of alcohol on the counter, wondering what set Parker off. “Yeah.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“SHE HAS A BED HERE? IN YOUR HOUSE?” She yells.
“Yeah, the guest room bed. Ronnie stays here sometimes. We’re friends, Parker.” Logan defends calmly.
“First I find out she’s been here helping you fix up your house and now I find out she’s been sleeping here too! What the hell is this, Logan? What else are you keeping from me?” Parker holds her hands out with her palms in the up, questioning her boyfriend’s actions. “Are you sleeping with her too? Are you fucking her? She’s your cheap piece of ass on the side until I give it up?”
“NO! We’re friends!” Logan yells, emphasizing each syllable.
Parker ignores Logan’s response and turns on her heel, stomping a few steps to the end of the island, seething. She points at Veronica with every angry word. “You. Little. Slut. You’ve been weaseling your way back into his bed this entire time! Haven’t you?”
“What? No!” Veronica snaps. “It’s not lik-…”
“You’re trying to steal my boyfriend. Well, Veronica, he’s mine! You gave him up and now he’s mine!”
“Logan doesn’t cheat, Parker! And if you knew Logan at all you would fuckin’ know that! God damn it!” Veronica yells, pushing her shoulders back and pointing back at Parker. “Logan and I were together for a long time before you started lurking around, so technically, Parker, he was mine first and you’re just a sloppy second!”
“I didn’t know I was a possession.” Logan says calmly with a bite to his words.
The rest of the people in the room remain quiet, watching the fireworks at the kitchen counter.
“Face it, Veronica, once a slut…” Parker gets right in Veronica’s face. “…always a-…”
“DON’T! FUCKIN’! FINISH! THAT! SENTENCE!” Logan roars threateningly through clenched teeth.
Parker turns to Logan. “She’s your ex-girlfriend and you keep defending her! You should be defending me! I’m your girlfriend, Logan! Or have you forgotten that?”
“Not anymore! We’re done, Parker! Finished! Don’t come into my house and start accusing me of sleeping around and calling Veronica names! She has been nothing but nice to you and you turn all jealous bitch on her! Veronica is NOT a slut and never has been! The only thing she’s guilty of is being my friend and yours! Now, get the fuck out of my house Parker!”
Parker’s jaw drops open when she hears Logan’s words. “You’re breaking up with me? Just like that?” She mutters weakly.
“Are you deaf and stupid?” He barks.
Parker bites her lip, blinking back tears as she looks around the silent room. The few remaining partiers avoid her glance at all costs as she slowly walks out of Logan’s house, defeated.
Logan picks up a scotch and soda on the counter and chugs it down in one gulp, slamming the empty glass back on the counter. “Fuck.” He mutters under his breath as he slumps against the counter with hunched shoulders and head down, leaning on one extended arm.
“I’ll have my drink now.” Chip yells from his seat on the sofa, breaking the deafening quiet in the room.
Everyone laughs, happy to lift the mood of the party.
“Get off your ass and come and get it.” Logan laughs as he pours another drink and pushes three filled glasses toward Mac, Wallace and Veronica, without lifting his eyes from the countertop.
“I guess we’re staying here tonight.” Wallace whispers to Mac and she nods in response.
Veronica pushes her filled glass back to Logan. He looks at the rejected glass of Southern Comfort on the rocks and looks up at her face only when she takes the bottle of alcohol from his hand and drinks right from the bottle, never tearing her eyes away from his face.
She sets the bottle on the table and slides it closer to Logan. “I needed that.” She winks at the party host and newly single homeowner and takes her filled glass. “Let’s get this party started.” She proclaims loudly receiving a “damn straight” and a “fuck yeah” from the group.
Logan laughs as his friends move to the sofa and start up the Xbox, continuing Parker’s birthday party without her.
“I play winner.” He announces, joining his friends in front of his large television.
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“God damn mother fucker!” Dick mumbles as he slides onto a stool at the kitchen counter, clutching his head with both hands. “What the hell happened last night?”
Mac, Wallace, Chip, Veronica, Miranda, and Logan exchange apprehensive glances over their breakfasts and coffees.
“You puked on the carpet and no one could get to the bathroom.”
“Chip kissed Mac.”
“Parker accused Veronica of being a slut and Logan cheating on her.”
“Wallace ran around the house buck naked.”
“The pukey carpet was ripped up.”
“Piz kissed Veronica.”
“Logan kicked Parker out of her own party.”
“Logan broke up with Parker in a screaming fight.”
“Mac was named Champion of the Xbox.”
“Miranda flashed Wallace”
Dick’s brow furrows with confusion, lifting his head slowly, looking at Logan standing on the other side of the counter, barely able to focus his eyes or his thoughts and grunts. “Huh?”
Everyone laughs as Logan explains. “You puked on the carpet and we ripped the carpet out instead of cleaning it. The rug is out on the front lawn, by the way, I’ll let you get rid of it since you hurled all over it.”
He takes a bite of cereal and continues. “Piz kissed Veronica and no one really knows why.” Logan winks at the tiny blonde.
“Hey, hey, hey. I’m sure he had a good reason. I am very kissable.” She narrows her eyes playfully at Logan.
“Tell me about it.” Logan says into his cereal bowl at the same time Veronica continues explaining the happenings of the previous evening.
“Parker was being jealous girlfriend, throwing accusations around and Logan broke up with her…”
“…in a screaming fight then kicked her out of his house in the middle of her birthday party.” Mac takes over. “We played a very long game of I Never and I beat everyone at every drunken game we played on the Xbox until we all passed out.”
“Damn, it’s always the good parties that I miss.” Dick mumbles as Mac slides a hot cup of coffee under his nose.
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Veronica turns the key and opens Logan’s front door. “Hi Honey, I’m home.” She chuckles. That joke never gets old.
“Hi Honey.” Logan says quietly and Veronica jumps out of her skin.
“Jesus, you scared me.” She grasps at her chest.
Logan laughs, lying on his sofa, cuddled under a blanket with the lights and television turned off. “Doing a little B&E, V?”
“Gee…” She jingles her keys in her fingertips. “…see a key, no B&E.” She sits on the end of the sofa, kicking off her shoes and wiggling under the blanket at Logan’s feet. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, I heard you pull in the driveway.” Logan says softly as Veronica settles further under Logan’s blanket, worming her feet under her ex-boyfriend’s chest.
“I think I left my Psych book here last night when I stayed over. Have you seen it?”
“I haven’t but I haven’t been in your room since Parker’s party last week. It’s probably in there.” Logan says rubbing Veronica’s legs tenderly.
“I’ve been thinking about you.” Veronica mumbles softly.
“You have?” Logan chirps playfully in a high-pitched voice, making the tiny blonde very uncomfortable until he tickles her feet and smiles warmly.
Veronica lowers her eyes, playing with the edge of the blanket and bites her lip before she begins speaking softly. “I can’t get you out of my mind. You are embedded in my brain and my heart.”
Logan’s heart races with her words as she raises her eyes to his face. Oh God. You shouldn’t have done that, Veronica. She sighs and continues. “We’ve become very good friends and I appreciate everything you’ve ever done for me. I never appreciated you in the past and I am so sorry for taking you for granted.”
He smiles and winks at his ex-girlfriend, remaining silent.
“I need you in my life, Logan. We may fight furiously and say horrible, hurtful things to each other but when we’re good, we are so very good together.” She smiles and Logan responds with an eyebrow waggle and a smirk.
“We are, oh, so very good together, aren’t we?” Logan says in a low bedroom voice, making Veronica blush.
She fights to hold in a smile at the thought of their incredibly hot sex life.
Logan watches Veronica’s face flush and he chuckles, continuing in his soft voice. “Miss Mars, you’re blushing.”
She swats his leg and smiles. Back on topic, Veronica, back on topic. “You’re trying to distract me, now hush.”
“What were you thinking about, Ronnie?” He teases. “Were you thinking about my tongue touching your-…”
“Logan!” She reprimands and blushes further.
“You are!” Logan smiles with glee, incredulously. “You’re thinking about sex with me, oral sex with me.”
“Well, it’s kind of hard not to when you’re talking about what you’re tongue can do.” Veronica smacks his legs again, embarrassed by the feelings he can stir up with a few select words. You’re evil, Logan.
“I haven’t even gotten to my other talents yet.” He wiggles his eyebrows again as she playfully glares across the sofa. “Alright, I’ll stop reminding you how incredibly hot our sex life is and let you get back to what you were saying.”
She swallows loudly and sighs, preparing herself to continue. “I’ve finally come to terms with you’re drunken night with that skank.” Veronica wrinkles her nose with disgust. “And I know you didn’t do that to hurt me. We weren’t together, so I have no right to bitch and moan about it.”
“Thank you.” He says softly.
“I’m ready to move on and put our baggage behind us.”
Logan’s heart skips a beat and he takes a deep breath with anticipation.
“Logan, I think I’m ready to start dating you again.” Their eyes lock. “You make me absolutely insane but I want to try to date again and take things slooow this time.” She pauses. “I’m not going to jump into bed with you. You’re going to have to work to be with me, woo me a bit.” She raises her eyebrows in a challenge. “Are you interested?”
He nods affirmative slowly, never breaking eye contact with the tiny blonde cuddled under the blanket with him, on his sofa.
“Logan?”
“Yes?”
“Would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?” She asks shyly.
“Miss Mars, are you asking me out on a date?” He grins a big, broad, happy smile.
“Yes, I am. Let me recap for you since you’re having trouble keeping up. I told you I was ready to get back together with you, if we take it slow and you agreed. Now, I just asked you out on our first date and I’m awaiting an answer, Echolls. This offer is only open for a limited time, you know.” She gives Logan a pointed look and he chuckles at her irritation. If she were standing up, she would have tapped her foot impatiently.
He pretends to think about her offer. “Are you paying for said first date?” He teases.
Veronica exhales loudly. “Yes. I asked you out, I’ll pay for the date.”
Logan can’t resist tormenting the tiny investigator further. “Will you pick me up at my door?”
She clenches her teeth and purses her lips. “Yes. If I must.”
“Will I have to put out at the end of the night?”
She rolls her eyes and goes with the ribbing. “Any respectable girl…” Veronica fake coughs. “…I mean, guy would wait at least three dates before jumping into bed with their date.”
Logan ponders her offer. “Dinner will definitely be included on this date?”
“Limited time offer, Echolls, you better make your decision quickly or time is going to run out.”
“Hey, now, don’t rush me. I need to know all of the details of this date before I can accept or decline. Will dinner be consumed on this date?”
“Yes.” She whines. “Come on, stop stallin’. Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night or not?”
Logan’s smile fills his face and he speaks softly. “I would love to, Veronica.”
She exhales a small breath with relief. “Good. I’ll pick you up at seven.”
He nods in agreement.
“I’m not kidding around, Logan. I want to take this slow. I don’t want to be just friends with you but it’s going to take some time.”
“Fine.”
“Well, as fun as snuggling under this blanket with you is, I need to find my psych book and study.” Veronica begins to climb out from under the covering when Logan grabs her legs tightly.
Once he has her attention, Logan smirks and speaks quietly with a great deal of hope in his voice. “Come back and study under the blanket with me?”
“If you keep your hands to yourself.” Veronica matches his tone.
“I can refrain, if you can.” He waggles his eyebrows seductively.
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Echolls.” She races up to the steps to search for her book.
“Hurry back.” Logan calls after her and smiles. Veronica Mars never seizes to amaze me, but this time we’re going to move at a snail’s pace. He grunts. I can see a few hundred cold showers in my future. Wonderful.
Veronica returns with her missing book in her hand as she turns on the lamp near Logan’s end of the couch. “Success!”
Logan lifts the blanket off of himself, inviting her to join him. He adjusts his position and Veronica climbs under the blanket, leaning against her boyfriend’s chest and begins to study as Logan reads over her shoulder and inhales the smell of her shampoo. Jesus, she smells good. Moving at a snail’s pace is going to be more difficult than I thought.
Damn, this might have been a bad idea. Veronica sighs. His body feels so good next to mine and his arms, oh God, his fuckin’ arms are wrapped around me. Jesus, I. Am. In. Trouble.
After twenty minutes of reading mundane psychology mumbo jumbo over Veronica’s shoulder, Logan rests his head against the back of the sofa and falls asleep with the love of his life in his arms.
Three hours of studying under her belt, Veronica hears Logan’s deep, rhythmic breathing and closes her book, settling against his body and falls asleep in her boyfriend’s arms.
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“Dad, I think I’m staying at Logan’s tonight.” Veronica darts into the living room in a black lace cocktail dress with high heels hanging from her fingers, throwing her phone and a lip gloss into a small black clutch purse.
Keith turns around from stirring his dinner on the stove and looks his daughter up and down, giving her a good-natured whistle of appreciation. “Nice dress, Honey. Who’s the lucky guy?” He teases knowing she’s been nervously preparing for her first date with Logan for the past few hours.
She glares at her dad, sits on the edge of the over-stuffed chair slipping her shoes on and ignores his question.
“Or girl?” He jokes. “It is the twenty-first century, after all.” He chuckles to himself and returns to stirring his dinner.
Veronica exhales a long sigh. “Dad, you know Logan and I are starting to date again and this time we’re taking it very slow. We’re trying to go about this as adults and leave all of our baggage in the past where it belongs.”
“That’s good, Honey. You two are miserable when you’re not together.” Keith turns to face his daughter as she strides to the edge of the kitchen island.
“We’ve been spending a lot time together.” She pauses. “I’ve been staying at his house…”
Keith opens his mouth to voice his opinions only to be silenced with Veronica’s hand in a ‘stop’ gesture.
“…in the guest room, a few nights a week.”
“I’m aware of that and I really hope that you are being honest with me, with yourself and with Logan when you’re playing house.” Keith gives Veronica a pointed look.
She huffs with frustration. “Logan and I are not playing house, as you say. We’re getting used to being friends and, now, being a couple.”
“Veronica, I’m not stupid. I know you and Logan have been intimate and I know you love Logan and he loves you. I just don’t want you to think that your problems with Logan are going to be gone once you move in with him.”
“Dad, the only time I feel whole is when I’m with Logan. He completes me and loves me and protects me as well, if not better than you do.”
“Hey.” Keith complains. “No. One. Will ever love you as much as I do, Veronica.”
“You’re right. No one will ever love me as much as you do. As much as a father loves a daughter, but Logan loves me because…” She pauses and thinks for a moment. “…well, I’m not really sure why he loves me but I know he does.”
“It must be your charming personality, Honey.” Keith emphasizes his point with a big, cheesy smile and Veronica can’t help but to laugh at her father.
“Whatever reasons why he loves me, I know he loves me and I love him.”
Keith grins all-knowingly at his daughter as she realizes the words she just declared.
Did I just declare my love for Logan in front of my dad? Oh my God. I just told my dad I love Logan. Veronica starts to hyperventilate.
Keith laughs at his daughter’s anxiety. “Honey, calm down. It’s not the end of the world to say that you love someone.” He returns to his dinner on the stove. “In fact, it’s usually a liberating experience to tell someone that you love them if they love you in return.”
He stirs the meal in the pan as Veronica tries to catch her breath and gather her thoughts.
“Veronica…” Keith says over his shoulder toward his panicking daughter. “…I’m not giving you permission to have sleepovers at your boyfriend’s house but I know that won’t stop you from doing what you want to do. I just hope you use protection.”
“Oh my gosh, Dad.” Veronica whines as she notices the time on the stove. “Is that the freakin’ time?” She screeches, grabbing her clutch and rushing out the door, yelling over her shoulder. “Don’t wait up.”
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Logan checks his appearance in the mirror for the fifteenth time in about three minutes and paces his bedroom anxiously. Oh shit, I hope everything is okay, she’s not stuck in a ditch somewhere or… He stops in his place for a moment. …fuck, she better not stand me up. Oh my God, if she stands me up, there is no telling what I would do to that cute little body of hers. He thinks about the list of naughty things he could do to Veronica’s body and shakes his head clear of the images. No, no, no. Logan, get a freakin’ grip. You’re going on a date and she’s just a little late. You are not going to fuck Veronica tonight! He exhales and runs his fingers through his hair, grabs his suit jacket from the bed and goes downstairs to wait for his date to arrive.
Veronica rubs her tongue nervously over her front teeth and fluffs her hair with her fingers as she waits for Logan to answer his door. Here goes nothing.
Logan strides to the door, pausing to adjust his tie and opens the door wide. “Hi, come on in.” He says calmly but internally is a bumbling, stuttering nervous wreck. He motions for Veronica to enter his home as his eyes roll over her body, cataloging her outfit to memory. Jesus, does she have to look so fuckin’ hot?
Her eyes catch on his brilliant blue and yellow striped tie and Veronica feels her heart race in her chest. Shit, maybe I need to rethink this going slow plan. She thinks as she passes Logan and enters his cottage. “Sorry I’m late. I was running slightly behind schedule when I fell into a heated conversation with my dad then I got in my car and realized the car was on ‘E’ and I had to fill up the tank.” Veronica explains as quickly as the words could fly out of her mouth.
“So, that’s what I smell.” Logan teases as he closes the door behind his girlfriend.
Veronica gets a panicked look on her face as she sniffs her hands frantically. “Oh no, I tried-…”
Logan steps to the tiny blonde and takes her hands in his, looking straight into her eyes.
Her breathing calms as soon as Logan’s hands surround her own and she meets his stare.
“I was kidding, Ronnie. You smell fabulous and you look incredible.”
She exhales loudly and rubs circles on the back of his hands with her thumbs. “Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.” Veronica’s fingers walk up Logan’s broad tie as she steps slightly closer and looks up into his eyes. “Are you ready to go, I’m hungry.” She whispers in a sultry voice that makes Logan instantly hard.
It’s Logan’s turn to exhale loudly as he pecks Veronica on the forehead and moves away from her encroaching figure. “Starved. Let’s go.”
He snatches his suit coat from the chair and puts it on as they walk to the door, on their way to their first date.
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“Well, I guess this is good night.” Logan says with a grin as he pulls Veronica closer to him and looks deep into her blue eyes.
“Cliché much?” She giggles and nuzzles against his chest in the glow of the partially burnt-out front porch light.
Their first date could not have gone any smoother. They had a fabulous dinner, a bottle of wine and multiple exquisite desserts at a new trendy, upscale French restaurant on the edge of town then strolled through the refurbished downtown area of Neptune, window shopping late into the night.
“Thank you for dinner.” Logan whispers as he pushes a lock of hair behind Veronica’s ear.
Her fingertips graze over his tie as his strong arms close tightly around her body. She looks up and their eyes lock as she rises on her toes and presses her lips to his.
He deepens the kiss, expressing his desire and need for her with every movement, but allows Veronica to set the pace.
They break apart and catch their breaths as Logan speaks softly. “You wanna come in?” He playfully wiggles his eyebrows and teases the woman in his arms. “Have a drink? Get naked… and go down on me?”
He grins and ducks her hand as she chuckles and swats his arm with force.
“Logan! We were having a moment there.” She smiles as he pulls her flush against his body again.
“I know. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t think this, in any way, reflects your smooth moves or your way with words, because it doesn’t, but I think I’m gonna stay here tonight, if you don’t mind?” She tilts her head and caresses his chest with her fingers.
“Ronnie, I told you before, you can stay here whenever you want.” He kisses the tip of her nose. “Why don’t you move in with me, in the guest room?”
She smiles thinking back to her conversation with her dad earlier in the evening. “I was just talking to my dad about staying over at your house.” Veronica can feel Logan’s body tense under her fingertips. “That’s why I was late getting here tonight. My dad and I got on the subject of me sleeping here more often than I sleep in my own bed and he told me he is not giving me permission to, and I quote, play house with my boyfriend.”
“Play house with your boyfriend, huh?” Logan laughs. “I feel a but…”
She smiles warmly. “But…” Veronica emphasizes the word dramatically. “…he knows that I’m going to do what I want anyway.”
“Does that mean you’ll move in with me?” Logan asks excitedly in a soft voice.
“Well, I don’t know if I would call it moving in but I may just happen to forget most of my clothes here, at your house, in the guest room dresser.” Veronica smirks and kisses Logan’s lips lightly.
Logan can’t help but beam with the thought of Veronica living with him in his house, even if she is going to sleep in the guest room. All in due time, Dude, be patient and you will be rewarded. He smiles and takes her hand, leading her into the cottage.
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“Logan?” Veronica taps softly on the master bedroom door and watches the door glide open, revealing Logan lying in his bed, partially covered by a sheet with a pillow held tightly over his head to block out the morning sun.
“Five more minutes, Mom.” He groans, muffled from under the pillow.
She laughs as her eyes examine his bare abs and exposed chest and she leans against the doorframe, committing every ripple of his toned, tan, naked upper body to memory.
Logan’s sleepy voice pulls Veronica from her naughty thoughts. “I don’t have class until eleven.”
I’m probably going to regret this, but what the hell, life is short, right? She tiptoes to the bed, lifting one knee on the edge and crawls in Logan’s bed next to him.
He feels the mattress dip with her weight and peeks out from under the pillow. Logan watches his girlfriend innocently walk on hands and knees, up his bed, fully clothed and lie next to him. He smells her shampoo and every bit of rational thought escapes his brain.
“Hi.” She whispers as she cuddles into this body, on top of the covers and peeks under the pillow clenched to his head, coming face-to-face with her sleepy boyfriend.
“You have too many clothes on.” He whispers.
“I’m not here for a booty call. I just wanted to let you know I was leaving to help Piz out on the case of the missing back-up tapes…”
Logan pushes the pillow off his head and props it under his neck, looking deep into Veronica’s eyes. He wraps his arm around Veronica’s waist and pulls her body against his with the covers and her clothing separating them.
“…then I have class and I have to work at the library tonight. So, I won’t see you until late tonight.”
He moans and kisses her forehead. “Will you sneak into my room for a booty call when you get home, tonight?”
“Maybe.” She grins, rubbing his back with her fingertips tenderly, peppering kisses on his chest and neck.
His fingers travel up her back and twist in her hair as he forces his brain to think of anything other than Veronica nipping and sucking his skin. He moans encouragement when her mouth covers his nipple and his hard-on jumps in response.
Logan falls onto his back as Veronica’s lips and tongue suck and nibble.
She continues her ministrations to a chorus of Logan’s moans and before she realizes, she is straddling Logan’s body kissing his torso, on her way to the area hiding under the sheet, just below his waist while his fingers tangle in her hair.
Veronica looks up at Logan’s face through her eyelashes.
Logan almost cums right then as he inhales a long breath to calm himself and breathes. “Ronnie-…”
His words are cut off when Veronica’s cell phone rings loudly from her pocket.
“I’m sorry.” She whispers against his skin and he pushes his head back, into the pillows, muttering swear words under his breath.
Veronica sits up and digs her phone out of her pocket, giving Logan a sympathetic frown. “Hello.” She says through clenched teeth as she runs her fingers through her messy hair and moves to the edge of the bed, facing away from Logan. “This better be good.”
“Oh… um… sorry, Veronica. I just wanted to know… um… if you were on your way ‘cause… um… you said to meet you at… um… eight.” Piz stutters frantically. He chuckles a nervous laugh and raises his voice with faux happiness. “It’s eight o’clock.”
Veronica sighs loudly and glimpses over her shoulder at a very frustrated Logan. “Yeah, Piz. I’m on my way. I’m running late. I won’t be there for at least another half hour or forty-five minutes.” She can feel Logan’s tension disappear and she smiles into her phone. “I’ll see you there in a bit. Bye.” She snaps her phone shut and throws it on the bedside table.
Before she can turn toward her boyfriend, Logan grabs her hand and pulls her on top of him again. “Come here you little heartbreaker.”
“Heartbreaker?” She furrows her brow in question as she nuzzles into his side.
“Piz likes you and you just broke his heart.”
“I did not.” Veronica’s fingers tickle the soft hair around Logan’s navel.
“You would if he knew what you were doing instead of meeting him at eight, like you planned.” He giggles and kisses the top of her head.
She begins kissing Logan’s torso again. “I don’t…” Kiss. “Know what…” Kiss. “You’re talking about.” Veronica moves the sheet over Logan’s ragging erection as her lips touch the soft skin just above his pubic hair and Logan’s hands grip the sheets at his sides with force.
“Oh God, Ronnie.” He breathes. “You’re going to kill me.” As he pushes his hips up toward her face when he feels her warm breath on his cock.
She responds by taking his rock hard dick deep into her mouth.
“Fuck, Veronica. That feels fuckin’ awesome.” Logan moans.
She rises up, releasing his hard-on from her mouth and twists her tongue around the sensitive head, licking the pre-cum from the tip.
Veronica looks up at Logan through her eyelashes, locking eyes with him as she dips down and consumes his penis in her mouth again.
She bobs up and down rhythmically, repeatedly for several minutes, only stopping to lick up the length of his swollen member and resumes the continuous tempo, massaging his balls the entire time.
Logan’s fingers pull her hair lightly. “Babe, I’m gonna cum.”
Veronica continues her routine, silently acknowledging his words with a small grin.
“I’m gonna cum… Ronnie…” He moans and thrusts his hips upward. “Like… Now!” Logan grunts and throws his head against the pillows as his shaft pulses and squirts his warm liquid over her tongue and down her throat.
“Oh fuck.” He moans as every muscle tenses and each nerve explodes, throwing his arm over his eyes and gently tangles his fingers in Veronica’s hair while she licks his penis clean.
Veronica wipes her mouth on the sheet and climbs up next to Logan, cuddling in the nook of his arm, tickling his chest with her fingertips.
“Can I request that wake-up call every morning?” Logan whispers and kisses her hair.
“I started this, I didn’t want to leave you with blue balls.” She smiles warmly, looking up at his face.
He kisses the tip of her nose and moves the hair from her forehead. “I appreciate that. My nuts thank you.”
She giggles against his chest and they lay quietly in each other’s arms for a few minutes, basking in the warmth of their embrace.
This had been the most intimate act Veronica and Logan have shared since they got back together two weeks ago and they were taking the time to enjoy it.
“I hate to break this up but I really have to hustle if I’m going to meet up with Piz.” Veronica kisses his cheek quickly and rolls out of Logan’s bed. “I’ll see you late tonight.”
“Bye.” Logan calls from his reclined position in his king-sized bed. “Be careful, Veronica. I love you.”
She stops in the hallway when Logan declares his love and contemplates going back into his room and telling him she loves him too. No, if I tell him I love him now, I’ll never his bedroom and I have a million things I need to get done today. She clears her throat and yells back toward his room. “I’ll see you later tonight. Bye.” She runs down the steps and out the front door.
Logan hears the front door shut and rolls over to squeeze another hour or two of sleep in before he has to get up for his eleven o’clock class. Jesus, I forgot how good Ronnie is at giving head. He smiles into his pillow. That’s the way every morning should fuckin’ start.
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