FIC: If I Could Stay Right Here... (Logan/Veronica) PG-13
Title: If I Could Stay Right Here…
Author: evie_0
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 2, 315
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Future fic, Sequel to “If I Asked…” and “If I Could Un-break Broken…” reading both of those will make this one make a little more sense.
Spoilers: 3x09 (not the mystery, just the L/V arc)
Warnings: This is complete and utter fluff.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me.
A/N: Title and Lyrics in the breaks are “Gorecki” by Lamb (Once again I took a few liberties with the order of the song).
Beta-ed by the super-awesome nemo_88 and earth2mars. Any mistakes are all mine.
The fact that this was a bad, bad, idea is all that keeps running through Logan’s mind as he nervously rearranges the ice bucket and the picnic basket (again.)
He rests back on his heels to survey the spread he has arranged on the plaid picnic blanket, two cushions on either side of a bowl of fresh strawberries and champagne on ice. On one side, a picnic basket with its former contents placed artfully (at least he was aiming for artful, shit, does it look artful enough?) around the center of the blanket; a platter of sandwiches and pastries from Veronica’s favorite little deli, thick slices of the rich, German chocolate cake that she loves so much and a plate of crackers and cheese. After mentally going through everything on his checklist and declaring the preparation complete (for at least the tenth time) Logan checks his watch again before looking around the park hoping to see Veronica walking towards him. She’s about half an hour late so far, and he’s trying very hard not to have flashbacks of day spent waiting on boat for a girl who never came.
~All this time I’ve loved you
And never known your face
All this time I’ve missed you
And searched this human race~
But things are different this time, he reminds himself. They’ve been dating for a little over two years now, living together for about six months, and so far things have been wonderful. Not perfect, because they wouldn’t be them without ups and downs, but they seem to have finally mastered that elusive art of discussing their problems and then actually trying to work things out. Which, amazingly enough, seems to make a difference.
At 35 minutes he’s starting to wonder if maybe the center of the bathroom mirror wasn’t an obvious enough spot to stick the note informing her of this little surprise lunch date.
At last (45 minutes late) she rushes up to him full of apologies and excuses, looking flustered and then quickly confused, “I’m so sorry, Logan, I got caught up talking to Wallace on the phone and then I couldn’t find a cab.” She makes a face clearly meant to illustrate the frustration of trying to find a cab in New York on a Saturday afternoon in June, before she actually looks down at him properly and sees the picnic blanket and her face falls almost comically. “Oh, God. Did I forget another anniversary?” She practically wails at him.
“No, no! Its fine, sweetie. No anniversary. I just, uh, wanted to surprise you. Have a nice lunch. I mean we live in New York City; we might as well make use of the park occasionally. And I just… you know, thought it’d be nice… Is it too much?” He asks, his voice trailing off with uncertainty. But Veronica’s attention is no longer with him; she’s crouched down on the blanket beside him inspecting the food spread out in front of her.
“You got the turkey and Swiss cheese sandwiches from Bloom’s! Ohhh and you got the German chocolate!” She squeals as she uncovers each platter before turning to kiss him. “You are so the best boyfriend ever!”
He laughs as he tackles her back onto the blanket, “So when I go out in the middle of the night, in the rain I might add, to get you cough medicine when you’re sick, I get nothing, but buy you food and I’m awesome, huh?” He asks with a grin.
“Well, yeah,” she replies with a little quirk of her lips. “I thought my dad explained this to you last Christmas; the only way to the heart of a Mars is through their stomach.”
“Alright then, on that note; want a glass of champagne to go along with that massive plate of ‘the way to your heart’ you’re building up there?” Logan grins at her, and she responds by sticking her tongue out at him before going back to piling pastries on her plate.
~If I should die this very moment
I wouldn’t fear
For I’ve never known completeness
Like being here~
“Ughhh,” Veronica manages as she lies back on the blanket, putting up a hand to shield her eyes from the lowering sun. “I am so full that you’re going to have to roll me home.”
“Veronica Mars is full?” Logan exclaims, half sitting up, his facial expression full of mock disbelief. “No, really!” He says as he ducks the lazy punch she aims at his shoulder. “I’m just in shock here, I mean I didn’t think it was actually possible for you to-”
“Alright, smartass. Enough.” She cuts him off with a kiss, before moving over on the blanket to lie with her head across his chest. “What’s next on the agenda? A romantic carriage ride around the park at twilight?”
“Oh, come on,” he snorts. “Give me a little more originality than that. No, after you quit moaning about all that food you shoveled down your mouth - Hey!” He cuts off warningly, catching her hand in midair as she prepares to hit him again, “Keep that up and you’ll never find out what the rest of your surprise is. Are you going to behave now?” He asks, his voice sounding very much like that of a father on a family road trip. At her quick nod he continues, “Alright then. I’ll pack up anything that managed to survive your rampage and when you’re ready to move again, we’ll continue on to the next activity.”
“Logan,” Veronica says, a warning note entering her voice, “You aren’t going to try and convince me to have sex in the Cherry Hill boat landing again are you?”
He turns to her with a wicked grin “Why? Do you think I could convince you to do it again? Hmmm… Actually yeah, I think I like your idea better than mine, let’s go do that.”
Veronica just rolls her eyes at him in disgust. “That’s not funny Logan. Those poor tourists, they looked like they were scarred for life! It’s not happening again,” she says, aiming for a severe tone with the last part, but the blush spreading from her cheeks and across her shoulders kind of ruins the effect.
“Fine, fine,” he says, holding his hands up in defeat. “What about under one of the arches?”
Her only response is to glare at him before getting up and starting to pack up the remnants of their picnic while he laughs.
“This is what I get for trying to be romantic,” Logan muses, still trying to get his laughter under control when he notices what she’s doing. “No, wait. You sit back, I’ll do that!” He exclaims, jumping across the blanket and pulling the picnic basket away from her and trying to ignore rather confused expression on her face as he checks to make sure the bear is still hidden in the bottom of the basket.
“Riiiight…” Veronica says, sitting back and staring at him like he’s just grown a second head.
“I just… This is my surprise, for you, you know? You’re not supposed to be doing anything.” He tries to cover, not exactly sure how successful he is.
“Alright,” he says, standing up and holding out a hand to help her up. “Hand me the blanket and I think we can move on to the next stage of your surprise.”
~All I’ve known
All I’ve done
All I’ve felt was leading to this~
“Where on earth are we going Logan?” She asks after they have been walking along the path for at least five minutes.
“You’ll see,” he replies with a slightly nervous smile, starting to feel his heart pound so hard he’s a little surprised that she can’t actually hear it. “We’re almost there.”
“A gondola ride?” Veronica says turning to him with an expression he can’t quite read. He’s pretty sure it’s either awe or disgust.
“What? Too cheesy?” He asks, trying so hard not to let her see how important her answer is to him.
“Oh, yeah. Most definitely,” she says, leaning over to kiss him as his face falls. “But in the good way. I can’t believe you thought of this.” She smiles at him, her happiness shining out at him through the endless blue of her eyes.
He leans down to kiss her, wrapping her up in his arms. After all this time, he still can’t quite believe that this is happening, that somehow the two of them are together, that they are making it work. He wakes up before her most mornings and, even after six months of spending every night beside her, he still loves to just lie there and watch her sleep. He’s fairly certain that if she was aware of the amount of time he spends staring at her sleeping face, she would probably run screaming for the hills, but thankfully she remains blessedly asleep and unaware of his creepy stalker-like tendencies.
He just watches her face, so peaceful in sleep, her mouth curved into a half smile with her lower lip jutting out just enough to make the combination a comically confused expression. He will lie there and watch her sleep, and he has to physically restrain himself from showering her with kisses simply just because the sight of her still, after all their time together, fills him with so much joy that he feels almost giddy. He smiles at her now, reaching out to pull her tighter into his arms as they wait for their gondola ride.
~Wanna stay right here
Until the end of time
til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you until the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for~
“Logan this is perfect,” Veronica murmurs into his chest as they recline, curled up into each other, in the boat while the gondolier sings behind them.
“Yeah?” Logan asks, with a little trepidation in his voice, “Not too much?”
“Just enough.”
“Well, um. I, uh, I have another surprise for you,” he says, and by now his hands are shaking as he reaches back into the picnic basket. “I just want to tell you how much I love you, how amazing the last two years have been. I wake up everyday grateful for you, for your faith in me and the strength it gives me. I still get butterflies whenever I look at you, whenever you walk into the room, even after all this time. And I know -and, fuck, I hope you share this sentiment - I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He can’t even look at her as he pulls the bear from his lap and places it in her hands.
“‘I wuv you beary much’?” Veronica reads, her voice trailing off in confusion that fades into disbelief as she turns to stare at him in amazement. “Oh, my god,” she says, her eyes not seeing him before her, but lost in a memory of two kids on a couch, falling in love in spite of all their best intentions.
“I know I didn’t win it in a ring toss,” he says wryly, his voice only betraying him a little. “But the sentiment is still the same.”
She laughs then, her eyes misting with tears as she reaches out to touch his cheek.
“So, you know… There was a question Veronica,” Logan says, slightly impatiently in a shaking voice.
Startled, she stares at him and then looks back down at the bear at his gesture and gasps as she sees the emerald cut sapphire set in a band of diamonds tied to its paw by a curled gold ribbon.
“Oh my god, Logan…” She breathes, her eyes filled with tears as she looks at him and places each of her shaking her hands on either side of his face. She stares into his eyes, the two of them getting almost lost in the depths of each others souls.
“Was that a yes?” He asks nervously, breaking the silence that seemed to hold the two of them spellbound.
Her response is to pull him towards her as she claims his mouth with her own, and everything feels new, each sensation of her lips upon his slowly builds until everything else about the world is drowned out and fades away.
After what feels like an eternity, she pulls herself away from his lips. “That was a yes,” she agrees, grinning so hard through her tears that she can barely get the words out.
Logan whoops as he gathers her back into her arms, only remembering after a stern word from the gondolier that they’re in a boat and perhaps shouldn’t thrash around quite so much. He settles for just holding her as tight as he can without causing her any actual physical harm, and laughs into her hair as he places kisses all over her head.
~Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still in my heart this moment
Or it might burst~
Veronica suddenly sits up, banging her head into his chin as she does so, “My dad!” She cries, “We have to call my dad!”
Logan laughs at her as he rubs his chin and kisses her forehead, “You don’t think I’d propose to Sheriff Mars’ only daughter without asking him for permission first, do you? I mean, I’d like to actually be able to function on my wedding night you know.” He grins at her, his eyes full of love and laughter.
“You asked my dad for permission to marry me?” She asks, staring up at him in shock.
“Too much?” He asks again, with a twinkle in his eye and a familiar quirk to his lips.
“No,” she replies as she settles her head back onto his chest, listening to the familiar sound of his heartbeat. “No, it’s just enough.”
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A/N 2: Ok so this is the first thing I’ve ever written that didn’t contain some small part of angst, so I’m a little scared by the results and feedback on this would be very much loved.
Also, I’m thinking of writing a fourth and final chapter to this little series thing, or is this where it should end?
Author: evie_0
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 2, 315
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Future fic, Sequel to “If I Asked…” and “If I Could Un-break Broken…” reading both of those will make this one make a little more sense.
Spoilers: 3x09 (not the mystery, just the L/V arc)
Warnings: This is complete and utter fluff.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me.
A/N: Title and Lyrics in the breaks are “Gorecki” by Lamb (Once again I took a few liberties with the order of the song).
Beta-ed by the super-awesome nemo_88 and earth2mars. Any mistakes are all mine.
The fact that this was a bad, bad, idea is all that keeps running through Logan’s mind as he nervously rearranges the ice bucket and the picnic basket (again.)
He rests back on his heels to survey the spread he has arranged on the plaid picnic blanket, two cushions on either side of a bowl of fresh strawberries and champagne on ice. On one side, a picnic basket with its former contents placed artfully (at least he was aiming for artful, shit, does it look artful enough?) around the center of the blanket; a platter of sandwiches and pastries from Veronica’s favorite little deli, thick slices of the rich, German chocolate cake that she loves so much and a plate of crackers and cheese. After mentally going through everything on his checklist and declaring the preparation complete (for at least the tenth time) Logan checks his watch again before looking around the park hoping to see Veronica walking towards him. She’s about half an hour late so far, and he’s trying very hard not to have flashbacks of day spent waiting on boat for a girl who never came.
~All this time I’ve loved you
And never known your face
All this time I’ve missed you
And searched this human race~
But things are different this time, he reminds himself. They’ve been dating for a little over two years now, living together for about six months, and so far things have been wonderful. Not perfect, because they wouldn’t be them without ups and downs, but they seem to have finally mastered that elusive art of discussing their problems and then actually trying to work things out. Which, amazingly enough, seems to make a difference.
At 35 minutes he’s starting to wonder if maybe the center of the bathroom mirror wasn’t an obvious enough spot to stick the note informing her of this little surprise lunch date.
At last (45 minutes late) she rushes up to him full of apologies and excuses, looking flustered and then quickly confused, “I’m so sorry, Logan, I got caught up talking to Wallace on the phone and then I couldn’t find a cab.” She makes a face clearly meant to illustrate the frustration of trying to find a cab in New York on a Saturday afternoon in June, before she actually looks down at him properly and sees the picnic blanket and her face falls almost comically. “Oh, God. Did I forget another anniversary?” She practically wails at him.
“No, no! Its fine, sweetie. No anniversary. I just, uh, wanted to surprise you. Have a nice lunch. I mean we live in New York City; we might as well make use of the park occasionally. And I just… you know, thought it’d be nice… Is it too much?” He asks, his voice trailing off with uncertainty. But Veronica’s attention is no longer with him; she’s crouched down on the blanket beside him inspecting the food spread out in front of her.
“You got the turkey and Swiss cheese sandwiches from Bloom’s! Ohhh and you got the German chocolate!” She squeals as she uncovers each platter before turning to kiss him. “You are so the best boyfriend ever!”
He laughs as he tackles her back onto the blanket, “So when I go out in the middle of the night, in the rain I might add, to get you cough medicine when you’re sick, I get nothing, but buy you food and I’m awesome, huh?” He asks with a grin.
“Well, yeah,” she replies with a little quirk of her lips. “I thought my dad explained this to you last Christmas; the only way to the heart of a Mars is through their stomach.”
“Alright then, on that note; want a glass of champagne to go along with that massive plate of ‘the way to your heart’ you’re building up there?” Logan grins at her, and she responds by sticking her tongue out at him before going back to piling pastries on her plate.
~If I should die this very moment
I wouldn’t fear
For I’ve never known completeness
Like being here~
“Ughhh,” Veronica manages as she lies back on the blanket, putting up a hand to shield her eyes from the lowering sun. “I am so full that you’re going to have to roll me home.”
“Veronica Mars is full?” Logan exclaims, half sitting up, his facial expression full of mock disbelief. “No, really!” He says as he ducks the lazy punch she aims at his shoulder. “I’m just in shock here, I mean I didn’t think it was actually possible for you to-”
“Alright, smartass. Enough.” She cuts him off with a kiss, before moving over on the blanket to lie with her head across his chest. “What’s next on the agenda? A romantic carriage ride around the park at twilight?”
“Oh, come on,” he snorts. “Give me a little more originality than that. No, after you quit moaning about all that food you shoveled down your mouth - Hey!” He cuts off warningly, catching her hand in midair as she prepares to hit him again, “Keep that up and you’ll never find out what the rest of your surprise is. Are you going to behave now?” He asks, his voice sounding very much like that of a father on a family road trip. At her quick nod he continues, “Alright then. I’ll pack up anything that managed to survive your rampage and when you’re ready to move again, we’ll continue on to the next activity.”
“Logan,” Veronica says, a warning note entering her voice, “You aren’t going to try and convince me to have sex in the Cherry Hill boat landing again are you?”
He turns to her with a wicked grin “Why? Do you think I could convince you to do it again? Hmmm… Actually yeah, I think I like your idea better than mine, let’s go do that.”
Veronica just rolls her eyes at him in disgust. “That’s not funny Logan. Those poor tourists, they looked like they were scarred for life! It’s not happening again,” she says, aiming for a severe tone with the last part, but the blush spreading from her cheeks and across her shoulders kind of ruins the effect.
“Fine, fine,” he says, holding his hands up in defeat. “What about under one of the arches?”
Her only response is to glare at him before getting up and starting to pack up the remnants of their picnic while he laughs.
“This is what I get for trying to be romantic,” Logan muses, still trying to get his laughter under control when he notices what she’s doing. “No, wait. You sit back, I’ll do that!” He exclaims, jumping across the blanket and pulling the picnic basket away from her and trying to ignore rather confused expression on her face as he checks to make sure the bear is still hidden in the bottom of the basket.
“Riiiight…” Veronica says, sitting back and staring at him like he’s just grown a second head.
“I just… This is my surprise, for you, you know? You’re not supposed to be doing anything.” He tries to cover, not exactly sure how successful he is.
“Alright,” he says, standing up and holding out a hand to help her up. “Hand me the blanket and I think we can move on to the next stage of your surprise.”
~All I’ve known
All I’ve done
All I’ve felt was leading to this~
“Where on earth are we going Logan?” She asks after they have been walking along the path for at least five minutes.
“You’ll see,” he replies with a slightly nervous smile, starting to feel his heart pound so hard he’s a little surprised that she can’t actually hear it. “We’re almost there.”
“A gondola ride?” Veronica says turning to him with an expression he can’t quite read. He’s pretty sure it’s either awe or disgust.
“What? Too cheesy?” He asks, trying so hard not to let her see how important her answer is to him.
“Oh, yeah. Most definitely,” she says, leaning over to kiss him as his face falls. “But in the good way. I can’t believe you thought of this.” She smiles at him, her happiness shining out at him through the endless blue of her eyes.
He leans down to kiss her, wrapping her up in his arms. After all this time, he still can’t quite believe that this is happening, that somehow the two of them are together, that they are making it work. He wakes up before her most mornings and, even after six months of spending every night beside her, he still loves to just lie there and watch her sleep. He’s fairly certain that if she was aware of the amount of time he spends staring at her sleeping face, she would probably run screaming for the hills, but thankfully she remains blessedly asleep and unaware of his creepy stalker-like tendencies.
He just watches her face, so peaceful in sleep, her mouth curved into a half smile with her lower lip jutting out just enough to make the combination a comically confused expression. He will lie there and watch her sleep, and he has to physically restrain himself from showering her with kisses simply just because the sight of her still, after all their time together, fills him with so much joy that he feels almost giddy. He smiles at her now, reaching out to pull her tighter into his arms as they wait for their gondola ride.
~Wanna stay right here
Until the end of time
til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you until the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for~
“Logan this is perfect,” Veronica murmurs into his chest as they recline, curled up into each other, in the boat while the gondolier sings behind them.
“Yeah?” Logan asks, with a little trepidation in his voice, “Not too much?”
“Just enough.”
“Well, um. I, uh, I have another surprise for you,” he says, and by now his hands are shaking as he reaches back into the picnic basket. “I just want to tell you how much I love you, how amazing the last two years have been. I wake up everyday grateful for you, for your faith in me and the strength it gives me. I still get butterflies whenever I look at you, whenever you walk into the room, even after all this time. And I know -and, fuck, I hope you share this sentiment - I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He can’t even look at her as he pulls the bear from his lap and places it in her hands.
“‘I wuv you beary much’?” Veronica reads, her voice trailing off in confusion that fades into disbelief as she turns to stare at him in amazement. “Oh, my god,” she says, her eyes not seeing him before her, but lost in a memory of two kids on a couch, falling in love in spite of all their best intentions.
“I know I didn’t win it in a ring toss,” he says wryly, his voice only betraying him a little. “But the sentiment is still the same.”
She laughs then, her eyes misting with tears as she reaches out to touch his cheek.
“So, you know… There was a question Veronica,” Logan says, slightly impatiently in a shaking voice.
Startled, she stares at him and then looks back down at the bear at his gesture and gasps as she sees the emerald cut sapphire set in a band of diamonds tied to its paw by a curled gold ribbon.
“Oh my god, Logan…” She breathes, her eyes filled with tears as she looks at him and places each of her shaking her hands on either side of his face. She stares into his eyes, the two of them getting almost lost in the depths of each others souls.
“Was that a yes?” He asks nervously, breaking the silence that seemed to hold the two of them spellbound.
Her response is to pull him towards her as she claims his mouth with her own, and everything feels new, each sensation of her lips upon his slowly builds until everything else about the world is drowned out and fades away.
After what feels like an eternity, she pulls herself away from his lips. “That was a yes,” she agrees, grinning so hard through her tears that she can barely get the words out.
Logan whoops as he gathers her back into her arms, only remembering after a stern word from the gondolier that they’re in a boat and perhaps shouldn’t thrash around quite so much. He settles for just holding her as tight as he can without causing her any actual physical harm, and laughs into her hair as he places kisses all over her head.
~Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still in my heart this moment
Or it might burst~
Veronica suddenly sits up, banging her head into his chin as she does so, “My dad!” She cries, “We have to call my dad!”
Logan laughs at her as he rubs his chin and kisses her forehead, “You don’t think I’d propose to Sheriff Mars’ only daughter without asking him for permission first, do you? I mean, I’d like to actually be able to function on my wedding night you know.” He grins at her, his eyes full of love and laughter.
“You asked my dad for permission to marry me?” She asks, staring up at him in shock.
“Too much?” He asks again, with a twinkle in his eye and a familiar quirk to his lips.
“No,” she replies as she settles her head back onto his chest, listening to the familiar sound of his heartbeat. “No, it’s just enough.”
* * * * * *
A/N 2: Ok so this is the first thing I’ve ever written that didn’t contain some small part of angst, so I’m a little scared by the results and feedback on this would be very much loved.
Also, I’m thinking of writing a fourth and final chapter to this little series thing, or is this where it should end?