001 - VM: Orange Blossoms
Title: Orange Blossoms
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Veronica and Logan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Logan's POV (in second person) of his secret relationship with Veronica.
Notes: Slightly AU. Set during/after 'Hot Dogs' (1.19) but after that, nothing applies. Therefore, spoilers only up to 1.19 apply. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated. :)
You breathe in. Let the scent of orange blossoms fill your senses. Your eyes are closed but you know what she’s about to do. You feel the bed dip a little away from you and then rise up again. You want to reach your arm out and grab her wrist but sleep has you in its warm fingers and she wouldn’t stay even if you begged. You’re not the begging type anyway and you’ll see her again tomorrow.
---
She’s the only one in journalism class when you walk in. You check the clock and calculated that you still have about 10 minutes till class begins. She smiles up at you briefly but her eyes return to the monitor before her as she types on the keyboard. You take the seat next to her and check your email to pass the time. You have no new mail and log off disappointed. Instead, you move your chair closer to her and give her cheek a small peck. She turns away from the computer and grins just before you close the gap between you two and pull her lips towards yours. She sighs into your mouth and lets your hand tease the small gap of skin between the top of her jeans and the hem of her shirt.
“Logan, stop,” she pleads, but doesn’t stop kissing you back.
“Make me,” you hear yourself say into her hair and leave a trail of kisses down her neck. She doesn’t have to make you because the door suddenly opens and you both pull away from each other at lightning speed. She’s typing gibberish while you pretend to surf the web.
It’s only Ricky Hoffman, the class geek who wouldn’t say anything, but still your pulse is jumping out of your chest at the thought of getting caught. You sneak a quick glance at Veronica who meets your gaze and you both share a small grin.
---
In your dreams, she is always wearing something skimpy and sexy. She’s always wearing heavy make-up and whispering dirty things to you. She’s always straddling you in the pool house, teasing you and laughing. Her perfect smile lights up the room and you pull her down. She rocks her hips against yours and you think that if you don’t take her now, someone is going to pay. She lowers her head and unbuttons your shirt, slowly licking and biting as new flesh is revealed.
“Have you been a bad boy?” she asks when she reaches your zipper. You open your eyes and say you have. She grins wickedly at you before taking the zipper between her teeth and pulling down. God, you love that dirty girl of your dreams.
---
It’s almost 1:30 when you hear the soft click of your door being opened. You hoped she’d come but never thought she actually would. You lay in your bed, motionless, waiting for her to come to you. She lifts the covers and scoots under them next to you, her warm body behind yours. You slowly turn to face her, and she’s wearing pink and white pajamas and a content look to match yours. You lean in to kiss her but she pulls away.
“Just hold me,” she whispers as she slides her arms around your waist. You nod and envelop her small frame in your arms. Her breath is hot on your chest but you like it. Her scent is all around you, like an orchard in springtime. It’s faint, barely there, and you wonder if only you can smell it.
It’s not long before her breathing slows and you know she’s asleep. This isn’t anything like your dreams, but for some reason, it’s not half bad.
---
She’s doing laps in your pool while you lounge on the chaise, baking your skin to a crisp. Her blonde head bobs out of the water and she smiles at you from the edge of the pool.
“Are you ever going to join me?” she questions, cocking her head to one side and giving you a sexy pout. When you take too long to answer, she scoops her hand into the water and splashes you. Her giggling is infections, and even though you want to kill her, you throw her a grin and laugh with her softly.
You dive into the cold water and touch the bottom of the pool before gliding along the rough cement. You look up and see her swimming down to meet you. You circle around each other, bubbles twirling around your heads and floating up to the sun. The silence is calming and you wish you could stay underwater forever. Her golden hair dances around her face for a second then swishes away when she swims back to the surface. You soon follow, and gasp for air.
She wades next to you, water droplets running down her nose and cheeks and you smile at her. In the shallow end, you pull her hips to yours and press your forehead to hers. You stay there for long minutes, quietly tracing her collar bone with your fingers. Her small hands run down your chest and sensation overwhelms you.
“Don’t go tonight, ok?”
She nods against you, letting her hands drop lower to the waistband of your swim shorts. It’s her silent promise of things to come.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Veronica and Logan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Logan's POV (in second person) of his secret relationship with Veronica.
Notes: Slightly AU. Set during/after 'Hot Dogs' (1.19) but after that, nothing applies. Therefore, spoilers only up to 1.19 apply. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated. :)
You breathe in. Let the scent of orange blossoms fill your senses. Your eyes are closed but you know what she’s about to do. You feel the bed dip a little away from you and then rise up again. You want to reach your arm out and grab her wrist but sleep has you in its warm fingers and she wouldn’t stay even if you begged. You’re not the begging type anyway and you’ll see her again tomorrow.
---
She’s the only one in journalism class when you walk in. You check the clock and calculated that you still have about 10 minutes till class begins. She smiles up at you briefly but her eyes return to the monitor before her as she types on the keyboard. You take the seat next to her and check your email to pass the time. You have no new mail and log off disappointed. Instead, you move your chair closer to her and give her cheek a small peck. She turns away from the computer and grins just before you close the gap between you two and pull her lips towards yours. She sighs into your mouth and lets your hand tease the small gap of skin between the top of her jeans and the hem of her shirt.
“Logan, stop,” she pleads, but doesn’t stop kissing you back.
“Make me,” you hear yourself say into her hair and leave a trail of kisses down her neck. She doesn’t have to make you because the door suddenly opens and you both pull away from each other at lightning speed. She’s typing gibberish while you pretend to surf the web.
It’s only Ricky Hoffman, the class geek who wouldn’t say anything, but still your pulse is jumping out of your chest at the thought of getting caught. You sneak a quick glance at Veronica who meets your gaze and you both share a small grin.
---
In your dreams, she is always wearing something skimpy and sexy. She’s always wearing heavy make-up and whispering dirty things to you. She’s always straddling you in the pool house, teasing you and laughing. Her perfect smile lights up the room and you pull her down. She rocks her hips against yours and you think that if you don’t take her now, someone is going to pay. She lowers her head and unbuttons your shirt, slowly licking and biting as new flesh is revealed.
“Have you been a bad boy?” she asks when she reaches your zipper. You open your eyes and say you have. She grins wickedly at you before taking the zipper between her teeth and pulling down. God, you love that dirty girl of your dreams.
---
It’s almost 1:30 when you hear the soft click of your door being opened. You hoped she’d come but never thought she actually would. You lay in your bed, motionless, waiting for her to come to you. She lifts the covers and scoots under them next to you, her warm body behind yours. You slowly turn to face her, and she’s wearing pink and white pajamas and a content look to match yours. You lean in to kiss her but she pulls away.
“Just hold me,” she whispers as she slides her arms around your waist. You nod and envelop her small frame in your arms. Her breath is hot on your chest but you like it. Her scent is all around you, like an orchard in springtime. It’s faint, barely there, and you wonder if only you can smell it.
It’s not long before her breathing slows and you know she’s asleep. This isn’t anything like your dreams, but for some reason, it’s not half bad.
---
She’s doing laps in your pool while you lounge on the chaise, baking your skin to a crisp. Her blonde head bobs out of the water and she smiles at you from the edge of the pool.
“Are you ever going to join me?” she questions, cocking her head to one side and giving you a sexy pout. When you take too long to answer, she scoops her hand into the water and splashes you. Her giggling is infections, and even though you want to kill her, you throw her a grin and laugh with her softly.
You dive into the cold water and touch the bottom of the pool before gliding along the rough cement. You look up and see her swimming down to meet you. You circle around each other, bubbles twirling around your heads and floating up to the sun. The silence is calming and you wish you could stay underwater forever. Her golden hair dances around her face for a second then swishes away when she swims back to the surface. You soon follow, and gasp for air.
She wades next to you, water droplets running down her nose and cheeks and you smile at her. In the shallow end, you pull her hips to yours and press your forehead to hers. You stay there for long minutes, quietly tracing her collar bone with your fingers. Her small hands run down your chest and sensation overwhelms you.
“Don’t go tonight, ok?”
She nods against you, letting her hands drop lower to the waistband of your swim shorts. It’s her silent promise of things to come.