Fic: An Early Christmas Present (PG) Logan/Veronica
Title: An Early Christmas Present
Author: mutinousmuse
Pairing/Character: L/V
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,226
Spoilers: None
Summary: Veronica gives Logan an early Christmas present.
Author’s note: rachel_shanz had a yucky day and wanted fluff. I take it as my solemnly sworn duty to provide it. This is everything I do not write... so blame Rachel! X-posted to veronicamarsfic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just in case there was some confusion on that point.
An Early Christmas Present
"Logan, I swear to God, if you walk by this door to 'get something from the bedroom' one more time, I will blind you!" Veronica brandished a pair of scissors menacingly in her right hand, while her left hand shoved something behind her back.
Logan threw up his hands with a grin. "All right, all right! If you don't want me to put my socks in the hamper, I'll just leave them on the floor in the bathroom, right where you like them." He pulled off a sock to prove it, wiggling it in the air like a snake.
"Sounds good,” she replied. “And I'll throw them in the trash. Right where you like them."
Logan sighed in defeat, giving the sock a final, pathetic wave before trundling back to the living room, smelly footwear in hand. "Someone's getting coal in her stocking," he muttered to the sock.
"I heard that!"
"I heard that!" he mimicked. He looked from the sock to the temptingly open doorway, and back to the sock. His eyes narrowed, and he reached down to unclothe his other foot.
Veronica, hearing no signs of a wandering Logan in the hallway, returned to wrapping the small box in her hand. It was black velvet, and roughly the size of a plum. A rather smallish plum. She placed it in the center of the carefully cut wrapping paper and began to fold and tape. As absorbed as she was in getting it juuuuuust right, she didn't notice the small, furry black creature slithering its way around the doorjamb. Smoothing her fingers over the last piece of tape, she nodded, satisfied; she reached for the bag of small, metallic bows and began to sort through it.
"Veroooooonicaaaaaa..."
Her head jerked up. "What the-"
"Veronica! My name is Elton. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. I've come to take you on a journey to show you the errors of your wicked, wicked ways." The sock puppet's jaw opened and closed, and Veronica struggled to keep from bursting into laughter. She had almost won the battle when a second sock puppet thrust its way into view.
"Hi Elton! I'm Veronica. What do you mean, wicked ways?"
Veronica guffawed, ribbons forgotten. She began to crawl slowly across the floor, careful to remain quiet. The socks continued to banter back and forth and she drew closer... closer... there!
The socks were ripped off of Logan's hands, and he suddenly found himself waving his fingers around in the air as Veronica rolled onto her back and chucked the socks under the bed. Logan soon followed, crawling his way up her body as she shook, laughing.
"So," he said. "I never knew you had a thing for puppets."
Veronica wiped tears of laughter from her cheeks, and sputtered out, "Whatever... Elton."
Logan lips curved and he kissed her. Veronica relaxed into the kiss, hands running up his arms to wrap around him. Logan pulled back, and eyed the small package suspiciously.
"So... can I open my present now?" he asked.
"Logan! It's not Christmas yet!"
He pointed at the clock and gave her a petulant glare. "Technically, Veronica, it's been Christmas for the past 16 minutes. And frankly, I fail to see how your incompetence in time telling has become my issue."
Veronica sat up and shoved him off. "I was about to say yes, but seeing as how I'm all incompetent... I don't know. I might be making the wrong decision."
Logan leaned over and picked up the box, weighing it in his hand and taking in its dimensions. He looked up, eyes suddenly sharp. "You think you're making the wrong decision?"
Veronica dropped her gaze and began to fiddle with a scrap of wrapping paper. "No," she responded. “I don’t.”
Logan slid a finger beneath the tape and peeled back the paper. When his fingers slid over the velvet of the box, they began to shake slightly. He popped it open, and a plain platinum band was revealed. The shaking spread into his hands and he set the box down gently. "Veronica?" His voice was tremulous.
"Yeah?" She looked up to meet his eyes, and he felt a rush of love so sudden and intense he thought he might break.
"Is that what I think it is?"
She nodded.
And then she was suddenly flat on her back, 180 pounds of Logan crushing her down into the floor as his lips slammed into hers. They had spent years learning each other - how she liked to be kissed, where he liked to be touched - but all of that was forgotten as he awkwardly devoured her mouth. She turned her head to the side, and he followed her.
"Logan," she managed to gasp out. His lips descended again. "Logan!"
He pulled back, panting. "What?"
"So is that a -"
"Yes!"
And then he kissed her again.
Several minutes later, she pulled back again. He lifted his head away from hers, tracing her face with his eyes.
"Do you like the ring?" she asked.
"I love it," he said. "I love the ring, I love you, I love the fact that you threw Elton under the bed, I lo-“
“I get it,” she laughed. She pushed at his chest and he drew back. She sat up and took a deep breath.
Logan rocked back on his heels and stared at Veronica; the magnitude of what had just transpired began to settle around him. “So. I guess that makes you... my fiancée?”
Veronica gave him a nervous smile. “I guess so.” She reached out and hooked her index finger around his. “You don’t mind that I was the one to do the whole proposal thing, do you?”
“Actually, now that you mention it, I don’t think you actually did do the whole proposal thing,” he teased. Veronica raised an eyebrow, and he relented. “No, I don’t mind. When have we ever been normal?”
“It’s not exactly the watchword,” she laughed. “ And hey! Where’s my present?”
Logan jumped up. “Stay right there!” He bounded from the room and returned seconds later, clumsily wrapped package in hand. Veronica took in the newsprint wrapping job and grinned. He handed it to her, and she pulled off the paper. Her hands wrapped around soft fur, and she gasped. While she may have long ago accepted that normal was not in fact the watchword, that didn’t mean that she no longer had those days where she didn’t want to be Veronica Mars, badass, take-no-names super-girl; instead, she just wanted to be Veronica Mars, nice girl who liked Chinese food and puppies.
And Logan got that like no one else had. She wasn’t one or the other, any more than he could choose between being the son of a movie star and son of a murderer. Like Logan, she was both things. They understood each other, and it was that understanding that allowed her to finally, for the first time in a very long time, actually trust someone besides her self.
“I love it!” she said, face lighting up as she surveyed her gift. A medium-sized blue bear smiled up at her. Its t-shirt was white with red print. As she read the words out loud, tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
“I wuv you beary much.”
~fin
Author: mutinousmuse
Pairing/Character: L/V
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,226
Spoilers: None
Summary: Veronica gives Logan an early Christmas present.
Author’s note: rachel_shanz had a yucky day and wanted fluff. I take it as my solemnly sworn duty to provide it. This is everything I do not write... so blame Rachel! X-posted to veronicamarsfic.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just in case there was some confusion on that point.
An Early Christmas Present
"Logan, I swear to God, if you walk by this door to 'get something from the bedroom' one more time, I will blind you!" Veronica brandished a pair of scissors menacingly in her right hand, while her left hand shoved something behind her back.
Logan threw up his hands with a grin. "All right, all right! If you don't want me to put my socks in the hamper, I'll just leave them on the floor in the bathroom, right where you like them." He pulled off a sock to prove it, wiggling it in the air like a snake.
"Sounds good,” she replied. “And I'll throw them in the trash. Right where you like them."
Logan sighed in defeat, giving the sock a final, pathetic wave before trundling back to the living room, smelly footwear in hand. "Someone's getting coal in her stocking," he muttered to the sock.
"I heard that!"
"I heard that!" he mimicked. He looked from the sock to the temptingly open doorway, and back to the sock. His eyes narrowed, and he reached down to unclothe his other foot.
Veronica, hearing no signs of a wandering Logan in the hallway, returned to wrapping the small box in her hand. It was black velvet, and roughly the size of a plum. A rather smallish plum. She placed it in the center of the carefully cut wrapping paper and began to fold and tape. As absorbed as she was in getting it juuuuuust right, she didn't notice the small, furry black creature slithering its way around the doorjamb. Smoothing her fingers over the last piece of tape, she nodded, satisfied; she reached for the bag of small, metallic bows and began to sort through it.
"Veroooooonicaaaaaa..."
Her head jerked up. "What the-"
"Veronica! My name is Elton. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. I've come to take you on a journey to show you the errors of your wicked, wicked ways." The sock puppet's jaw opened and closed, and Veronica struggled to keep from bursting into laughter. She had almost won the battle when a second sock puppet thrust its way into view.
"Hi Elton! I'm Veronica. What do you mean, wicked ways?"
Veronica guffawed, ribbons forgotten. She began to crawl slowly across the floor, careful to remain quiet. The socks continued to banter back and forth and she drew closer... closer... there!
The socks were ripped off of Logan's hands, and he suddenly found himself waving his fingers around in the air as Veronica rolled onto her back and chucked the socks under the bed. Logan soon followed, crawling his way up her body as she shook, laughing.
"So," he said. "I never knew you had a thing for puppets."
Veronica wiped tears of laughter from her cheeks, and sputtered out, "Whatever... Elton."
Logan lips curved and he kissed her. Veronica relaxed into the kiss, hands running up his arms to wrap around him. Logan pulled back, and eyed the small package suspiciously.
"So... can I open my present now?" he asked.
"Logan! It's not Christmas yet!"
He pointed at the clock and gave her a petulant glare. "Technically, Veronica, it's been Christmas for the past 16 minutes. And frankly, I fail to see how your incompetence in time telling has become my issue."
Veronica sat up and shoved him off. "I was about to say yes, but seeing as how I'm all incompetent... I don't know. I might be making the wrong decision."
Logan leaned over and picked up the box, weighing it in his hand and taking in its dimensions. He looked up, eyes suddenly sharp. "You think you're making the wrong decision?"
Veronica dropped her gaze and began to fiddle with a scrap of wrapping paper. "No," she responded. “I don’t.”
Logan slid a finger beneath the tape and peeled back the paper. When his fingers slid over the velvet of the box, they began to shake slightly. He popped it open, and a plain platinum band was revealed. The shaking spread into his hands and he set the box down gently. "Veronica?" His voice was tremulous.
"Yeah?" She looked up to meet his eyes, and he felt a rush of love so sudden and intense he thought he might break.
"Is that what I think it is?"
She nodded.
And then she was suddenly flat on her back, 180 pounds of Logan crushing her down into the floor as his lips slammed into hers. They had spent years learning each other - how she liked to be kissed, where he liked to be touched - but all of that was forgotten as he awkwardly devoured her mouth. She turned her head to the side, and he followed her.
"Logan," she managed to gasp out. His lips descended again. "Logan!"
He pulled back, panting. "What?"
"So is that a -"
"Yes!"
And then he kissed her again.
Several minutes later, she pulled back again. He lifted his head away from hers, tracing her face with his eyes.
"Do you like the ring?" she asked.
"I love it," he said. "I love the ring, I love you, I love the fact that you threw Elton under the bed, I lo-“
“I get it,” she laughed. She pushed at his chest and he drew back. She sat up and took a deep breath.
Logan rocked back on his heels and stared at Veronica; the magnitude of what had just transpired began to settle around him. “So. I guess that makes you... my fiancée?”
Veronica gave him a nervous smile. “I guess so.” She reached out and hooked her index finger around his. “You don’t mind that I was the one to do the whole proposal thing, do you?”
“Actually, now that you mention it, I don’t think you actually did do the whole proposal thing,” he teased. Veronica raised an eyebrow, and he relented. “No, I don’t mind. When have we ever been normal?”
“It’s not exactly the watchword,” she laughed. “ And hey! Where’s my present?”
Logan jumped up. “Stay right there!” He bounded from the room and returned seconds later, clumsily wrapped package in hand. Veronica took in the newsprint wrapping job and grinned. He handed it to her, and she pulled off the paper. Her hands wrapped around soft fur, and she gasped. While she may have long ago accepted that normal was not in fact the watchword, that didn’t mean that she no longer had those days where she didn’t want to be Veronica Mars, badass, take-no-names super-girl; instead, she just wanted to be Veronica Mars, nice girl who liked Chinese food and puppies.
And Logan got that like no one else had. She wasn’t one or the other, any more than he could choose between being the son of a movie star and son of a murderer. Like Logan, she was both things. They understood each other, and it was that understanding that allowed her to finally, for the first time in a very long time, actually trust someone besides her self.
“I love it!” she said, face lighting up as she surveyed her gift. A medium-sized blue bear smiled up at her. Its t-shirt was white with red print. As she read the words out loud, tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
“I wuv you beary much.”
~fin