WIP: Twisted Lines and Straight Curves (2/?) (PG-13) Logan/Veronica, Veronica/Meg, Logan/Meg.
Fic: Twisted Lines and Straight Curves.
Author: Queen_HAQ
Pairing: Veronica/Meg, Logan/Veronica, Logan/Meg
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none. This is a future fic. AU.
Summary: The things we do to hold onto the ones we love.
Author's note: This is a sequel to And They Were All Kinds Of Fucked., dealing with the aftermath of what took place that night. Word of warning: this fic is weird.
Thanks to the utterly fabulous and incredibly sexy (which I know for a fact since I felt up her boobs in a packed restaurant in the gospel section!) jaggedreality for the quick beta.
Meg and Veronica walked out of the movie theater, hand in hand. As usual they were at the receiving end of strange looks - mostly from women - and lustful glances, courtesy of the men. It never ceased to amuse Meg how differently people reacted to the sight of Veronica and her. At first it had been difficult to get used to and they had been overly cautious about displaying any public affection. But a few months after they started dating, they no longer cared what others thought.
Veronica felt Meg squeeze her hand and she turned to smile at her, noting how beautiful Meg looked tonight. Then again, her girlfriend always looked gorgeous, Veronica mused. Whereas she was more of a casual jeans girl nowadays, opting for comfort over style, Meg followed the opposite pattern, preferring skirts and dress pants. She always looked sophisticated but on Fridays, their usual date night, Meg managed to out-do herself. Tonight she was dressed in a gorgeous red and black kimono wrap dress that accentuated all her curves in the right places and Veronica couldn’t keep her eyes off of her.
During the movie, Meg had shifted closer and Veronica had gotten a whiff of her perfume. It was a light floral scent that Meg only wore for her and that alone was enough to get Veronica excited.
As Veronica paced ahead to open the door for her, Meg couldn’t help but admire Veronica’s sexy curves; she was wearing her usual tank-top and low-rise flare jeans, and her ass looked better now than it had when they first got together. Of course Veronica looked best when she had no clothes on.
When they both entered the car, Meg leaned in to kiss Veronica softly, sighing into her mouth. As Veronica’s hands roamed across her body, Meg closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her.
Meg loved the little rituals they shared. She looked forward to Fridays throughout the whole week, knowing it was the one day when their problems ceased to matter. They didn’t talk about anything important; it was just about the two of them having fun and sharing some alone time together.
As usual, Logan crept into her mind but Meg mentally shook the thought away. The morning after their intimate night together had been awkward and she’d rushed out of the hotel room, realizing how impossible and wrong the situation was. Days after, she’d dreaded the thought of Veronica bringing up Logan’s name but thankfully, she hadn’t. It was a relief for Meg to know it seemed to be a one-time thing. Whatever it was that Veronica needed from him, she’d gotten and now they were back to living their own lives, without him.
The drive back home was silent, with Meg occasionally rubbing Veronica’s thigh as she drove.
A few minutes later, they were home, preparing dinner when there was a knock on the door.
“Are you expecting someone?” Meg asked.
Veronica shrugged her shoulders, keeping her eyes on the salad bowl in front of her.
Panic overtook Meg as Veronica avoided her gaze; she didn’t need to wonder who was visiting them. Instinctively, she knew it was Logan at the door. The erratic inconsiderate pounding was a dead giveaway.
Veronica felt Meg’s pain radiating off of her and she wished there was something she could do to lessen it. As Meg reluctantly headed towards the door, Veronica reminded herself why this was a good thing; right now, more than anything, she and Meg needed Logan to keep them together. She wasn’t prepared to lose Meg and she was willing to do whatever it took to make their relationship work. Even if Meg didn’t see Logan as the resolution.
Meg took a deep breath and opened the door. Logan stood leaning against the screen door, his signature smirk on his face. Dressed in a green sweater, jeans and a leather jacket, his eyes traveled down her body, slowly taking in her appearance.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a frosty tone.
“Is that how you’re saying hi these days?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I was hungry.”
“There’s a McDonalds a few blocks down.”
“I didn’t say for food.”
She tore her eyes away from him, angry at herself for thinking this one time he wouldn’t resort to innuendos.
Stepping inside, Logan sauntered past her, his body brushing against hers. He walked into the living room, surveying his surroundings. It was weird how he could tell right away who picked what to decorate the room. The complex messy-looking art piece on the wall was definitely Meg’s contribution. The black and white photographs scattered beautifully all over the walls and the entertainment center were obviously Veronica’s.
Bitterness crept in as his eyes swept the room. Veronica and Meg had made a home without him; a safe haven for the two of them of which he was no part.
“Do you want a drink?” Veronica asked, stepping into the room. He turned around to meet her gaze, struck by her beauty. Her hair was up in a ponytail, slightly messy - as if she’d spent the last few hours in bed, and in his imagination, fucking him.
“Do I ever not want a drink?”
She smiled, walking over to the bar to pour him a drink.
Meg watched them silently. Logan and Veronica were so in tune with each other, it was almost as if they were the ones living together. It left Meg feeling nothing but resentful towards them.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Veronica commented, handing Logan a glass of scotch.
“Were you slaving over a hot stove the whole day for me? In a sexy apron?”
“No. I just made the salad,” Veronica grinned. “Meg was the one who actually made the lasagna.”
“Is it poisoned?” he snarked, his eyes settling on Meg.
“It would have been if I’d known you were coming over,” Meg muttered, becoming more frustrated by the minute at how amused Logan appeared. The bastard was enjoying this and there was nothing she could do.
A part of her was also incredibly pissed at Veronica for springing this on her. If she’d told her about it earlier, Meg would have a better handle on her emotions; she would have prepared herself for it like that night. Unfortunately, Veronica didn’t deem her important enough to share the little details with. As usual.
Meg left the living room, heading towards the kitchen, leaving Veronica and Logan watching after her.
“My spider-senses are telling me she’s pissed,” Logan piped in, cocking his eyebrow at Veronica.
“What gave it away?”
“Because she’s looking at me like she wants to shoot me dead. Or better yet, torture me in a non-fun way.”
“Don’t feel bad. I’m sure she’s upset with me too.”
They both smirked, their eyes locked. She looked happy enough but Logan could still sense the discomfort in her. Despite the smile on her face, Veronica seemed troubled. “Why didn’t you tell her you asked me over for dinner?”
“Because I didn’t want to deal with that.”
“I thought after that night, she’d be fine with this.”
“Reality hit her that morning and she just… hasn’t been able to come to terms with it. Meg can be really stubborn at times.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.”
Veronica snickered. “She puts me to shame.”
“I don’t want to hurt her,” Logan blurted out, sounding unusually sincere. He had meant what he said to Meg that night. He did love them both and he couldn’t imagine his life without them but the last thing he wanted was to hurt either one. “If she doesn’t want to do this, I’m not going to force her. I’m not going to let you either.”
“And when have I ever let you dictate my actions, Logan?” Veronica bit back, annoyed that he’d even think she would consider forcing Meg into anything she really didn’t want to do.
No one understood Meg the way Veronica did; Meg’s refusal to deal with her feelings about Logan had taken a lot out of their relationship and Veronica wasn’t willing to put up with it anymore. She had wracked her brain trying to figure out the solution to their problems and she’d be damned if she was going to let Meg’s stubbornness get in the way of their happiness.
Veronica started to walk past Logan but he grabbed her elbow, forcing her around to face him again. He stood in front of her, his eyes brimming with desire, his hand incredibly warm against her skin.
Leaning in closer, Logan gently touched her face, his thumb lingering on her lips. She closed her eyes, and he felt her tremble against him. He traced the shape of her lips with his tongue, his body already excited at the prospect of what was to come. Suddenly, Veronica pulled back.
“Not now,” she explained. “I want to talk to Meg before-”
“-things get hot and heavy?” Logan smirked.
“She’s already mad. Try not to piss her off more.”
“There goes my fun,” he grumbled, following behind Veronica as she entered the kitchen.
Meg was seated at the beautifully set table, with her usual glass of hard lemonade. She was clearly agitated, glaring at them both as they took their seats across from her.
“Regular Martha Stewart, aren’t you, Meg?” Logan snickered, glancing at the delicious-looking lasagna sitting in front of him.
“Just eat it,” she responded coldly, trying her best to not let him goad her.
Veronica watched the power struggle taking place in front of her and it almost amused her. Logan hated the ice-cold act Meg tended to indulge in when she was upset and he was attempting to pick a fight just to get a reaction out of her. Of course he was also very disillusioned when it came to Meg. He always tended to think she was soft, perhaps weak when compared to Veronica and him but he had no idea how wrong he was. Veronica knew how hard Meg could fight when she was upset. How low she could go.
“I think I need a food taster.” Logan covered his finger with the meat sauce and held it up to Meg. “Want a lick?”
“Bite me.”
“Where I come from, dessert usually takes place after the main course,” Logan taunted.
“Logan,” Veronica chastised, hoping her amusement wasn’t evident.
“I think I want some salad. I really don’t trust the lasagna.” Logan wanted to laugh. Meg was glaring at him with hatred, Veronica was sitting beside him trying not to laugh and even though it felt like he was stuck in some twilight zone, he was having so much fucking fun he didn’t care.
Meg was stubborn, he’d give her that but she didn’t stand a chance against him. He’d hoped after their last night together, she’d grown comfortable with the idea of him coming back into her life but clearly that was not the case. Oh well, he mused, it was going to hell of a lot of fun convincing her.
Veronica’s feet brushed against his and he gave her a side-long glance, taking in her mischievous smile. She was watching him, tempting him with promises of ‘behave and I’ll fuck you and then watch you fuck my girlfriend’ looks.
Suffice to say, Logan behaved. Or at least he tried to for the next few minutes while everyone ate quietly. He could feel Meg’s eyes on him the entire time, wishing him a painful and torturous death and he almost confessed how much it was turning him on. Thankfully he didn’t. Somehow he didn’t think she would appreciate his honesty.
After the eerily silent and awkward dinner, Meg and Veronica cleaned up while Logan headed back to the living room. He offered to help but Veronica just laughed at him and Meg said she wasn’t going to let him touch her fancy china. Apparently, they meant the world to Meg.
“I’m sorry,” Veronica apologized, towel-drying the plate Meg just handed her. “I should have told you.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I didn’t want to upset you.”
“Is that how you’re justifying it?”
“What do you want me to say, Meg?” Veronica raged. “If I’d told you earlier, would you have been any less mad?”
“That’s not the point,” Meg bit back, her voice trembling with anger.
“You were fine with this that night,” Veronica reminded her. “Remember, you admitted it was a good thing.”
“I was fucking drunk out of my mind,” Meg screamed. “What else could I have said, Veronica? You basically threatened to leave me if I didn’t fuck him. If I didn’t watch him fuck you.”
“I did no such thing. Just because you refuse to see the truth doesn’t mean I’m willing to close my eyes to it.”
“Oh that’s right. I forgot how mature you can be when it comes to us.”
“One of us has to be.” Veronica clenched her jaw, reminding herself to calm down; she was inadvertently going to blurt out something that would hurt Meg if she didn’t keep her anger in check. “Look, we both had a good time that night. So why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“Because it’s wrong,” Meg yelled, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Because I should be enough for you. You shouldn’t need him.”
“Just like I was enough for you two years ago?” Veronica bitched back, instantly regretting the words.
Meg looked distraught, pain and shame evident on her face.
“You guys really know how to make your guests feel special. If I hadn’t fucked the both of you already, I’d seriously change my mind about this arrangement,” Logan snarked, leaning against the doorway. The smile on his face disappeared the second Meg threw her precious plate at him, almost hitting him on the chest. Thankfully, he was able to avoid it due to quick reflexes. “You fucking bitch!”
“Meg, stop it,” Veronica ordered, walking over to Logan to make sure he was alright.
Meg couldn’t stand to look at them one more second. She needed to get out, leave. It felt like the walls were closing in on her, almost like she was in a small dark closet. She ran out, leaving them behind, managing to grab only the car keys on the way. A few seconds later, she was gone.
“She’s fucking psycho,” Logan vented, walking back into the living room with Veronica.
“You deserve it. Why were you picking on her?”
“You think I deserve to get my head bashed in for that?”
“No but you could use a slap across the face.”
They both sat on the couch now with Veronica glancing at the door every few minutes. She shouldn’t have said what she did; she’d promised Meg all that was behind them a long time ago but tonight, she couldn’t control herself. The words spewed out of her mouth and the look alone on Meg’s face was enough to break her heart. She knew it was just a matter of time before Meg came back and Veronica had to be patient enough to wait her out. Then they could talk and go back to pretending everything was okay again.
Logan sensed the tension running through Veronica’s body, felt her increasingly stiffen against him as the minutes passed. She was obviously worried. “Do you want me to go look for her?”
“Like you’d even know where to look?”
“I could at least try.”
“She didn’t take her cell phone because she knows I’d track it. She obviously wants to be alone.” Meg didn’t walk out on her often but when she did, she usually came back within the hour. Veronica stood up and walked over to the windows, separating the curtains to look outside. She reminded herself Meg needed time to think and cool down.
A few hours later, a very panicked Veronica paced in front of Logan, looking worried. “Maybe you should sit down.”
“And how is that going to help?”
“At least it won’t wear out your carpet.”
“This is not a joke,” Veronica practically yelled, her body shaking.
There’d been very few times when he’d seen her this distraught and he wished he could do something to make her feel better.
“Veronica, she’ll be back.”
“I know that,” she muttered bitterly. “I just hope she’s not doing what she did the last time she stayed out this late.”
Logan knew he shouldn’t ask but he couldn’t help himself. “What are you talking about?”
“Last time we got into a fight like this, she left me and fucked some guy.”
“Oh.” That was the last thing he’d expected to hear. Somehow, he never thought Meg would cheat on Veronica, especially considering how attached she was to her.
Veronica took a seat next to him, her arms wrapped around her waist. “It happened two years ago. She found out I went to visit you in New York and she flipped. We got into a huge fight and she left and the next morning she came home and I could smell him on her,” she bit out, bile rising in her throat. “She fucked someone else, knowing how much I loved her. Knowing what that would do to me. Just because she wanted to hurt me.”
Logan didn’t know what to say. So instead he reached out and threw his arm over her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. They both fell back against the couch, with her crying on his chest and him trying his best to soothe her.
“It took me a long time to get over it,” Veronica continued quietly after a few minutes. “At first I couldn’t even look at her. I hated her for what she did. She kept on telling me how sorry she was, that she’d been drunk and she didn’t know what she was doing but…”
“It didn’t make it any easier.”
“No. She heard your name, found out I went to see you and assumed we’d fucked even though I told her nothing happened between us. But it didn’t matter. She needed to fuck someone else to make her feel better.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re the only one that can fix this, Logan. You can fix us.” She looked up at him, hoping he’d understand what she was saying. “With you here, she has to deal with her feelings for you. She doesn’t need to run out on me and fuck a stranger. She wouldn’t feel the need to destroy me.”
“Veronica,” he sighed, his heart breaking at the anguish reflected across her face. He hated to see her in this much pain. His Veronica always appeared to be strong but obviously, when it came to Meg, she couldn’t hold back her emotions.
“I can’t go through that, Logan. I love her but I can’t.”
“Maybe she’s just-”
“I always wonder who it was,” Veronica continued, her eyes focused on the ground. “I tried to investigate and find out but she made me swear not to do it. She promised me she wasn’t going to do that ever again but I just… I can’t trust her.”
Logan remained silent, slowly processing the information Veronica was sharing with him.
“Isn’t if funny?” Veronica laughed bitterly. “She was so worried about me fucking you that she ended up fucking another guy. And now she acts like she can’t trust me when it comes to you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You keep saying that but you didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah I did. I screwed her up by leaving her.”
“But you love us. Why can’t she see that as a good thing?”
“She’s not ready for that, Veronica. This thing was a bad idea.”
“No it wasn’t, Logan,” she insisted. “The three of us feels right. With you here, I don’t have to worry about if she’s going to cheat on me. She can see what you mean to me, she can realize what you mean to her and she doesn’t need to be insecure. She won’t want to hurt me. She won’t want to fuck another guy.”
“But you’re here right now sitting next to me and wondering if she’s out there fucking another guy,” Logan pointed out, unable to stop himself.
The truth behind his words dawned on Veronica and she hated how hopeless she felt.
Eventually, she fell asleep in Logan’s arms, her body tired and her mind exhausted with shed tears. He lay back on the couch, holding her tight, rubbing her back, wishing he could take her pain away.
When Meg returned home an hour later, she was greeted with the image of Logan and Veronica sleeping beside each other, their bodies tangled together. She swiped her tears, taking a resigned breath. Throwing her keys aside, Meg walked upstairs and into the main bedroom, flopping back on the bed. This was how it was going to be from now on, she realized; Logan and Veronica together.
Shortly after, she felt Veronica spoon her from behind, kissing the nape of her neck. “I didn’t sleep with anyone tonight,” Meg mumbled, sensing Veronica’s unspoken question.
An awkward moment of silence passed between them. “I know.”
“How many times do I have to say sorry, Veronica? I’ll say it everyday but I don’t know if that’s enough for you.”
“I know.”
“I wish I could take it back. I want more than anything else to undo it.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t know what else to do.”
“You can change your mind about Logan.”
Meg closed her eyes, her heart aching with pain. “So the only way you’ll ever trust me again is if I say yes to this whole Logan thing?”
Veronica doesn’t respond; instead, she hugs Meg tight. “I need this, Meg.”
“I know.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
“I understand that.” Turning over, Meg met Veronica’s gaze, their hands intertwined together. Veronica was in front of her and this was where she felt the safest; what made her the happiest.
Veronica shifted closer to kiss her, her lips soft and tender against her.
Meg reciprocated the gentle kiss, hoping Veronica could sense her sincerity, feel her regret.
“Don’t fight me on this,” Veronica whispered, sounding almost desperate.
“I won’t. Just… don’t ask him to move in. Please.”
Veronica laughed, shaking her head. “Why would I do that? Like I want Logan to hang around here 24/7.”
Meg breathed a sigh of relief now that she knew living with Logan wasn’t part of Veronica’s plan. “I don’t know… I thought that maybe that’s what you wanted.”
“I don’t want that. I just want him to help us.”
Meg nodded. “And one more thing.”
“God, you’re a regular diva today with your list of demands.”
“Not on date night, okay? I need for us to be alone then. I don’t think I could handle having him here then.”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Meg finally smiled and they kissed each other again.
A short time later, Logan opened the door to find them both sleeping in each other’s arms. He took a deep breath, observing the scene in front of him. There was no way he was ever going to be able to break them apart. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to. But a part of him prayed they could love him as much as he loved them. He needed them and he hoped they felt the same.
To be continued...
Concrit is always appreciated!
Author: Queen_HAQ
Pairing: Veronica/Meg, Logan/Veronica, Logan/Meg
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: none. This is a future fic. AU.
Summary: The things we do to hold onto the ones we love.
Author's note: This is a sequel to And They Were All Kinds Of Fucked., dealing with the aftermath of what took place that night. Word of warning: this fic is weird.
Thanks to the utterly fabulous and incredibly sexy (which I know for a fact since I felt up her boobs in a packed restaurant in the gospel section!) jaggedreality for the quick beta.
Meg and Veronica walked out of the movie theater, hand in hand. As usual they were at the receiving end of strange looks - mostly from women - and lustful glances, courtesy of the men. It never ceased to amuse Meg how differently people reacted to the sight of Veronica and her. At first it had been difficult to get used to and they had been overly cautious about displaying any public affection. But a few months after they started dating, they no longer cared what others thought.
Veronica felt Meg squeeze her hand and she turned to smile at her, noting how beautiful Meg looked tonight. Then again, her girlfriend always looked gorgeous, Veronica mused. Whereas she was more of a casual jeans girl nowadays, opting for comfort over style, Meg followed the opposite pattern, preferring skirts and dress pants. She always looked sophisticated but on Fridays, their usual date night, Meg managed to out-do herself. Tonight she was dressed in a gorgeous red and black kimono wrap dress that accentuated all her curves in the right places and Veronica couldn’t keep her eyes off of her.
During the movie, Meg had shifted closer and Veronica had gotten a whiff of her perfume. It was a light floral scent that Meg only wore for her and that alone was enough to get Veronica excited.
As Veronica paced ahead to open the door for her, Meg couldn’t help but admire Veronica’s sexy curves; she was wearing her usual tank-top and low-rise flare jeans, and her ass looked better now than it had when they first got together. Of course Veronica looked best when she had no clothes on.
When they both entered the car, Meg leaned in to kiss Veronica softly, sighing into her mouth. As Veronica’s hands roamed across her body, Meg closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her.
Meg loved the little rituals they shared. She looked forward to Fridays throughout the whole week, knowing it was the one day when their problems ceased to matter. They didn’t talk about anything important; it was just about the two of them having fun and sharing some alone time together.
As usual, Logan crept into her mind but Meg mentally shook the thought away. The morning after their intimate night together had been awkward and she’d rushed out of the hotel room, realizing how impossible and wrong the situation was. Days after, she’d dreaded the thought of Veronica bringing up Logan’s name but thankfully, she hadn’t. It was a relief for Meg to know it seemed to be a one-time thing. Whatever it was that Veronica needed from him, she’d gotten and now they were back to living their own lives, without him.
The drive back home was silent, with Meg occasionally rubbing Veronica’s thigh as she drove.
A few minutes later, they were home, preparing dinner when there was a knock on the door.
“Are you expecting someone?” Meg asked.
Veronica shrugged her shoulders, keeping her eyes on the salad bowl in front of her.
Panic overtook Meg as Veronica avoided her gaze; she didn’t need to wonder who was visiting them. Instinctively, she knew it was Logan at the door. The erratic inconsiderate pounding was a dead giveaway.
Veronica felt Meg’s pain radiating off of her and she wished there was something she could do to lessen it. As Meg reluctantly headed towards the door, Veronica reminded herself why this was a good thing; right now, more than anything, she and Meg needed Logan to keep them together. She wasn’t prepared to lose Meg and she was willing to do whatever it took to make their relationship work. Even if Meg didn’t see Logan as the resolution.
Meg took a deep breath and opened the door. Logan stood leaning against the screen door, his signature smirk on his face. Dressed in a green sweater, jeans and a leather jacket, his eyes traveled down her body, slowly taking in her appearance.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in a frosty tone.
“Is that how you’re saying hi these days?”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I was hungry.”
“There’s a McDonalds a few blocks down.”
“I didn’t say for food.”
She tore her eyes away from him, angry at herself for thinking this one time he wouldn’t resort to innuendos.
Stepping inside, Logan sauntered past her, his body brushing against hers. He walked into the living room, surveying his surroundings. It was weird how he could tell right away who picked what to decorate the room. The complex messy-looking art piece on the wall was definitely Meg’s contribution. The black and white photographs scattered beautifully all over the walls and the entertainment center were obviously Veronica’s.
Bitterness crept in as his eyes swept the room. Veronica and Meg had made a home without him; a safe haven for the two of them of which he was no part.
“Do you want a drink?” Veronica asked, stepping into the room. He turned around to meet her gaze, struck by her beauty. Her hair was up in a ponytail, slightly messy - as if she’d spent the last few hours in bed, and in his imagination, fucking him.
“Do I ever not want a drink?”
She smiled, walking over to the bar to pour him a drink.
Meg watched them silently. Logan and Veronica were so in tune with each other, it was almost as if they were the ones living together. It left Meg feeling nothing but resentful towards them.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” Veronica commented, handing Logan a glass of scotch.
“Were you slaving over a hot stove the whole day for me? In a sexy apron?”
“No. I just made the salad,” Veronica grinned. “Meg was the one who actually made the lasagna.”
“Is it poisoned?” he snarked, his eyes settling on Meg.
“It would have been if I’d known you were coming over,” Meg muttered, becoming more frustrated by the minute at how amused Logan appeared. The bastard was enjoying this and there was nothing she could do.
A part of her was also incredibly pissed at Veronica for springing this on her. If she’d told her about it earlier, Meg would have a better handle on her emotions; she would have prepared herself for it like that night. Unfortunately, Veronica didn’t deem her important enough to share the little details with. As usual.
Meg left the living room, heading towards the kitchen, leaving Veronica and Logan watching after her.
“My spider-senses are telling me she’s pissed,” Logan piped in, cocking his eyebrow at Veronica.
“What gave it away?”
“Because she’s looking at me like she wants to shoot me dead. Or better yet, torture me in a non-fun way.”
“Don’t feel bad. I’m sure she’s upset with me too.”
They both smirked, their eyes locked. She looked happy enough but Logan could still sense the discomfort in her. Despite the smile on her face, Veronica seemed troubled. “Why didn’t you tell her you asked me over for dinner?”
“Because I didn’t want to deal with that.”
“I thought after that night, she’d be fine with this.”
“Reality hit her that morning and she just… hasn’t been able to come to terms with it. Meg can be really stubborn at times.”
“Sounds like someone else I know.”
Veronica snickered. “She puts me to shame.”
“I don’t want to hurt her,” Logan blurted out, sounding unusually sincere. He had meant what he said to Meg that night. He did love them both and he couldn’t imagine his life without them but the last thing he wanted was to hurt either one. “If she doesn’t want to do this, I’m not going to force her. I’m not going to let you either.”
“And when have I ever let you dictate my actions, Logan?” Veronica bit back, annoyed that he’d even think she would consider forcing Meg into anything she really didn’t want to do.
No one understood Meg the way Veronica did; Meg’s refusal to deal with her feelings about Logan had taken a lot out of their relationship and Veronica wasn’t willing to put up with it anymore. She had wracked her brain trying to figure out the solution to their problems and she’d be damned if she was going to let Meg’s stubbornness get in the way of their happiness.
Veronica started to walk past Logan but he grabbed her elbow, forcing her around to face him again. He stood in front of her, his eyes brimming with desire, his hand incredibly warm against her skin.
Leaning in closer, Logan gently touched her face, his thumb lingering on her lips. She closed her eyes, and he felt her tremble against him. He traced the shape of her lips with his tongue, his body already excited at the prospect of what was to come. Suddenly, Veronica pulled back.
“Not now,” she explained. “I want to talk to Meg before-”
“-things get hot and heavy?” Logan smirked.
“She’s already mad. Try not to piss her off more.”
“There goes my fun,” he grumbled, following behind Veronica as she entered the kitchen.
Meg was seated at the beautifully set table, with her usual glass of hard lemonade. She was clearly agitated, glaring at them both as they took their seats across from her.
“Regular Martha Stewart, aren’t you, Meg?” Logan snickered, glancing at the delicious-looking lasagna sitting in front of him.
“Just eat it,” she responded coldly, trying her best to not let him goad her.
Veronica watched the power struggle taking place in front of her and it almost amused her. Logan hated the ice-cold act Meg tended to indulge in when she was upset and he was attempting to pick a fight just to get a reaction out of her. Of course he was also very disillusioned when it came to Meg. He always tended to think she was soft, perhaps weak when compared to Veronica and him but he had no idea how wrong he was. Veronica knew how hard Meg could fight when she was upset. How low she could go.
“I think I need a food taster.” Logan covered his finger with the meat sauce and held it up to Meg. “Want a lick?”
“Bite me.”
“Where I come from, dessert usually takes place after the main course,” Logan taunted.
“Logan,” Veronica chastised, hoping her amusement wasn’t evident.
“I think I want some salad. I really don’t trust the lasagna.” Logan wanted to laugh. Meg was glaring at him with hatred, Veronica was sitting beside him trying not to laugh and even though it felt like he was stuck in some twilight zone, he was having so much fucking fun he didn’t care.
Meg was stubborn, he’d give her that but she didn’t stand a chance against him. He’d hoped after their last night together, she’d grown comfortable with the idea of him coming back into her life but clearly that was not the case. Oh well, he mused, it was going to hell of a lot of fun convincing her.
Veronica’s feet brushed against his and he gave her a side-long glance, taking in her mischievous smile. She was watching him, tempting him with promises of ‘behave and I’ll fuck you and then watch you fuck my girlfriend’ looks.
Suffice to say, Logan behaved. Or at least he tried to for the next few minutes while everyone ate quietly. He could feel Meg’s eyes on him the entire time, wishing him a painful and torturous death and he almost confessed how much it was turning him on. Thankfully he didn’t. Somehow he didn’t think she would appreciate his honesty.
After the eerily silent and awkward dinner, Meg and Veronica cleaned up while Logan headed back to the living room. He offered to help but Veronica just laughed at him and Meg said she wasn’t going to let him touch her fancy china. Apparently, they meant the world to Meg.
“I’m sorry,” Veronica apologized, towel-drying the plate Meg just handed her. “I should have told you.”
“But you didn’t.”
“I didn’t want to upset you.”
“Is that how you’re justifying it?”
“What do you want me to say, Meg?” Veronica raged. “If I’d told you earlier, would you have been any less mad?”
“That’s not the point,” Meg bit back, her voice trembling with anger.
“You were fine with this that night,” Veronica reminded her. “Remember, you admitted it was a good thing.”
“I was fucking drunk out of my mind,” Meg screamed. “What else could I have said, Veronica? You basically threatened to leave me if I didn’t fuck him. If I didn’t watch him fuck you.”
“I did no such thing. Just because you refuse to see the truth doesn’t mean I’m willing to close my eyes to it.”
“Oh that’s right. I forgot how mature you can be when it comes to us.”
“One of us has to be.” Veronica clenched her jaw, reminding herself to calm down; she was inadvertently going to blurt out something that would hurt Meg if she didn’t keep her anger in check. “Look, we both had a good time that night. So why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“Because it’s wrong,” Meg yelled, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Because I should be enough for you. You shouldn’t need him.”
“Just like I was enough for you two years ago?” Veronica bitched back, instantly regretting the words.
Meg looked distraught, pain and shame evident on her face.
“You guys really know how to make your guests feel special. If I hadn’t fucked the both of you already, I’d seriously change my mind about this arrangement,” Logan snarked, leaning against the doorway. The smile on his face disappeared the second Meg threw her precious plate at him, almost hitting him on the chest. Thankfully, he was able to avoid it due to quick reflexes. “You fucking bitch!”
“Meg, stop it,” Veronica ordered, walking over to Logan to make sure he was alright.
Meg couldn’t stand to look at them one more second. She needed to get out, leave. It felt like the walls were closing in on her, almost like she was in a small dark closet. She ran out, leaving them behind, managing to grab only the car keys on the way. A few seconds later, she was gone.
“She’s fucking psycho,” Logan vented, walking back into the living room with Veronica.
“You deserve it. Why were you picking on her?”
“You think I deserve to get my head bashed in for that?”
“No but you could use a slap across the face.”
They both sat on the couch now with Veronica glancing at the door every few minutes. She shouldn’t have said what she did; she’d promised Meg all that was behind them a long time ago but tonight, she couldn’t control herself. The words spewed out of her mouth and the look alone on Meg’s face was enough to break her heart. She knew it was just a matter of time before Meg came back and Veronica had to be patient enough to wait her out. Then they could talk and go back to pretending everything was okay again.
Logan sensed the tension running through Veronica’s body, felt her increasingly stiffen against him as the minutes passed. She was obviously worried. “Do you want me to go look for her?”
“Like you’d even know where to look?”
“I could at least try.”
“She didn’t take her cell phone because she knows I’d track it. She obviously wants to be alone.” Meg didn’t walk out on her often but when she did, she usually came back within the hour. Veronica stood up and walked over to the windows, separating the curtains to look outside. She reminded herself Meg needed time to think and cool down.
A few hours later, a very panicked Veronica paced in front of Logan, looking worried. “Maybe you should sit down.”
“And how is that going to help?”
“At least it won’t wear out your carpet.”
“This is not a joke,” Veronica practically yelled, her body shaking.
There’d been very few times when he’d seen her this distraught and he wished he could do something to make her feel better.
“Veronica, she’ll be back.”
“I know that,” she muttered bitterly. “I just hope she’s not doing what she did the last time she stayed out this late.”
Logan knew he shouldn’t ask but he couldn’t help himself. “What are you talking about?”
“Last time we got into a fight like this, she left me and fucked some guy.”
“Oh.” That was the last thing he’d expected to hear. Somehow, he never thought Meg would cheat on Veronica, especially considering how attached she was to her.
Veronica took a seat next to him, her arms wrapped around her waist. “It happened two years ago. She found out I went to visit you in New York and she flipped. We got into a huge fight and she left and the next morning she came home and I could smell him on her,” she bit out, bile rising in her throat. “She fucked someone else, knowing how much I loved her. Knowing what that would do to me. Just because she wanted to hurt me.”
Logan didn’t know what to say. So instead he reached out and threw his arm over her shoulders, bringing her closer to him. They both fell back against the couch, with her crying on his chest and him trying his best to soothe her.
“It took me a long time to get over it,” Veronica continued quietly after a few minutes. “At first I couldn’t even look at her. I hated her for what she did. She kept on telling me how sorry she was, that she’d been drunk and she didn’t know what she was doing but…”
“It didn’t make it any easier.”
“No. She heard your name, found out I went to see you and assumed we’d fucked even though I told her nothing happened between us. But it didn’t matter. She needed to fuck someone else to make her feel better.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re the only one that can fix this, Logan. You can fix us.” She looked up at him, hoping he’d understand what she was saying. “With you here, she has to deal with her feelings for you. She doesn’t need to run out on me and fuck a stranger. She wouldn’t feel the need to destroy me.”
“Veronica,” he sighed, his heart breaking at the anguish reflected across her face. He hated to see her in this much pain. His Veronica always appeared to be strong but obviously, when it came to Meg, she couldn’t hold back her emotions.
“I can’t go through that, Logan. I love her but I can’t.”
“Maybe she’s just-”
“I always wonder who it was,” Veronica continued, her eyes focused on the ground. “I tried to investigate and find out but she made me swear not to do it. She promised me she wasn’t going to do that ever again but I just… I can’t trust her.”
Logan remained silent, slowly processing the information Veronica was sharing with him.
“Isn’t if funny?” Veronica laughed bitterly. “She was so worried about me fucking you that she ended up fucking another guy. And now she acts like she can’t trust me when it comes to you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You keep saying that but you didn’t do anything.”
“Yeah I did. I screwed her up by leaving her.”
“But you love us. Why can’t she see that as a good thing?”
“She’s not ready for that, Veronica. This thing was a bad idea.”
“No it wasn’t, Logan,” she insisted. “The three of us feels right. With you here, I don’t have to worry about if she’s going to cheat on me. She can see what you mean to me, she can realize what you mean to her and she doesn’t need to be insecure. She won’t want to hurt me. She won’t want to fuck another guy.”
“But you’re here right now sitting next to me and wondering if she’s out there fucking another guy,” Logan pointed out, unable to stop himself.
The truth behind his words dawned on Veronica and she hated how hopeless she felt.
Eventually, she fell asleep in Logan’s arms, her body tired and her mind exhausted with shed tears. He lay back on the couch, holding her tight, rubbing her back, wishing he could take her pain away.
When Meg returned home an hour later, she was greeted with the image of Logan and Veronica sleeping beside each other, their bodies tangled together. She swiped her tears, taking a resigned breath. Throwing her keys aside, Meg walked upstairs and into the main bedroom, flopping back on the bed. This was how it was going to be from now on, she realized; Logan and Veronica together.
Shortly after, she felt Veronica spoon her from behind, kissing the nape of her neck. “I didn’t sleep with anyone tonight,” Meg mumbled, sensing Veronica’s unspoken question.
An awkward moment of silence passed between them. “I know.”
“How many times do I have to say sorry, Veronica? I’ll say it everyday but I don’t know if that’s enough for you.”
“I know.”
“I wish I could take it back. I want more than anything else to undo it.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t know what else to do.”
“You can change your mind about Logan.”
Meg closed her eyes, her heart aching with pain. “So the only way you’ll ever trust me again is if I say yes to this whole Logan thing?”
Veronica doesn’t respond; instead, she hugs Meg tight. “I need this, Meg.”
“I know.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t.”
“I understand that.” Turning over, Meg met Veronica’s gaze, their hands intertwined together. Veronica was in front of her and this was where she felt the safest; what made her the happiest.
Veronica shifted closer to kiss her, her lips soft and tender against her.
Meg reciprocated the gentle kiss, hoping Veronica could sense her sincerity, feel her regret.
“Don’t fight me on this,” Veronica whispered, sounding almost desperate.
“I won’t. Just… don’t ask him to move in. Please.”
Veronica laughed, shaking her head. “Why would I do that? Like I want Logan to hang around here 24/7.”
Meg breathed a sigh of relief now that she knew living with Logan wasn’t part of Veronica’s plan. “I don’t know… I thought that maybe that’s what you wanted.”
“I don’t want that. I just want him to help us.”
Meg nodded. “And one more thing.”
“God, you’re a regular diva today with your list of demands.”
“Not on date night, okay? I need for us to be alone then. I don’t think I could handle having him here then.”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I know.”
Meg finally smiled and they kissed each other again.
A short time later, Logan opened the door to find them both sleeping in each other’s arms. He took a deep breath, observing the scene in front of him. There was no way he was ever going to be able to break them apart. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to. But a part of him prayed they could love him as much as he loved them. He needed them and he hoped they felt the same.
To be continued...
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