Ficlet: Keep on Swimming (pg13) VM - LoVe
Title: Keep on Swimming
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things Veronica Mars belong to Rob Thomas, et al.
Pairing: LoVe
Notes: Just a bit o’ fluff, because JoAnn said I needed a fic called “Keep on Swimming”.
Spoilers: Season 2 of Veronica Mars.
~*~*~
“It’s hot.”
“So get in the pool.”
Veronica raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. “In what, exactly? You didn’t exactly tell me that we were going to be swimming today.”
Logan grinned and rolled onto his back, floating. He looked good like that. The bruises from the beating he’d received on the bridge from the PCH’ers were almost completely gone and, for once, he didn’t look stressed. The court date was still approaching, but Logan wasn’t thinking about that right at that moment.
And Veronica was glad about that. Even if it meant that she was sitting by the pool, in the heat, when she’d rather be in the Echolls’ house in the air conditioning. Or the pool house -
No, scratch that, Veronica thought with a wrinkle of her nose. She never wanted to set foot in that pool house again after having watched those tapes of Lilly and Aaron Echolls.
She shuddered and turned her attention back to her floating, sunbathing boyfriend.
“You could just take your clothes off, you know,” Logan informed her for the third time since her arrival thirty minutes before.
“Or I could not,” she smiled brightly.
Logan laughed and fell out of the back float to stand up in the water. “I could throw you in.”
“Keep on swimming, Fish-boy. There will be no tossing of me into the pool today.”
“You think?”
She didn’t like that look he had on his face. It was calculating and devious and -
Who was she kidding? She did like that look. It was pure Logan.
She just didn’t like it directed at her.
Before she could stand up and get away from the edge of the pool, he had grabbed hold of her legs. She kicked her feet in the water, hoping to dislodge him, but to no avail.
“Logan - you’ll ruin my sundress.”
“I think I can afford to get you another one.”
So, that was true. He could buy her and entire Target full of sundresses if he wanted. Still -
“LOGAN!” she screamed, his wet body pressed to hers as he lifted her from the edge of the pool. Then she was flying, flying…
….landing…
…splashing…
…wet…
Veronica looked at Logan through dripping strands of hair, cupping her hands in the water. “You realize, this means war.”
END
Author: Jinni (jinni.tth@gmail.com)
Rated: Pg13
Disclaimer: All things Veronica Mars belong to Rob Thomas, et al.
Pairing: LoVe
Notes: Just a bit o’ fluff, because JoAnn said I needed a fic called “Keep on Swimming”.
Spoilers: Season 2 of Veronica Mars.
~*~*~
“It’s hot.”
“So get in the pool.”
Veronica raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. “In what, exactly? You didn’t exactly tell me that we were going to be swimming today.”
Logan grinned and rolled onto his back, floating. He looked good like that. The bruises from the beating he’d received on the bridge from the PCH’ers were almost completely gone and, for once, he didn’t look stressed. The court date was still approaching, but Logan wasn’t thinking about that right at that moment.
And Veronica was glad about that. Even if it meant that she was sitting by the pool, in the heat, when she’d rather be in the Echolls’ house in the air conditioning. Or the pool house -
No, scratch that, Veronica thought with a wrinkle of her nose. She never wanted to set foot in that pool house again after having watched those tapes of Lilly and Aaron Echolls.
She shuddered and turned her attention back to her floating, sunbathing boyfriend.
“You could just take your clothes off, you know,” Logan informed her for the third time since her arrival thirty minutes before.
“Or I could not,” she smiled brightly.
Logan laughed and fell out of the back float to stand up in the water. “I could throw you in.”
“Keep on swimming, Fish-boy. There will be no tossing of me into the pool today.”
“You think?”
She didn’t like that look he had on his face. It was calculating and devious and -
Who was she kidding? She did like that look. It was pure Logan.
She just didn’t like it directed at her.
Before she could stand up and get away from the edge of the pool, he had grabbed hold of her legs. She kicked her feet in the water, hoping to dislodge him, but to no avail.
“Logan - you’ll ruin my sundress.”
“I think I can afford to get you another one.”
So, that was true. He could buy her and entire Target full of sundresses if he wanted. Still -
“LOGAN!” she screamed, his wet body pressed to hers as he lifted her from the edge of the pool. Then she was flying, flying…
….landing…
…splashing…
…wet…
Veronica looked at Logan through dripping strands of hair, cupping her hands in the water. “You realize, this means war.”
END