Case of the Ex (6/?) - LoVe - NC-17
Title: Case Of The Ex
Author: love4chemistry
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, a little DuVe (I know, gross), features Meg and other minor characters.
Rating: NC-17, for language, possible violence, and later sex scenes
Summary: Aaron Echolls has a secret. A good one. The story of Veronica and Logan's rocky relationship and their many breakups and makeups.
Spoilers: Up to 2x09, AU from there.
Total Word Count: 12,435
A/N: The chapters are starting to get longer, and with more content. Yay. I really want to thank all the people who have reviewed my story.
This chapter is dedicated to
la623 I hope this makes you smile sweetie!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Veronica Mars.
In a bathroom far, far away…
Chapter 6
Veronica’s mouth hung open in astonishment. The sheer audacity of Logan, to walk in on her while she was having a bath. Then again, this was Logan, why was she even surprised. Even she could not deny the current vulnerability she found herself in as she sunk deeper into the tub, praying that he would finish before all the bubbles disappeared.
He lounged back on the chair he was on, letting his eyes graze over the glistening parts of her body that were not hidden by the tub. The ever-present seductive characteristic of Logan’s personality had a way of shining through even when he was ready to kill his subject. Although, Logan’s anger at Veronica had been slowly diminishing from the moment she came through the front door.
Yes, he had heard the fight between Veronica and Duncan. While he had quietly been thanking Duncan for hurting Veronica at first, Logan had almost fallen off his bed when he heard the hateful words that his best friend had uttered to his ex-girlfriend. From the following silence on her behalf, he gauged that she was sufficiently pissed off.
And here Logan’s ‘defend Veronica’ personality characteristic came into play. He practically had to grab hold of a nearby corner table to prevent himself from marching out there and punching Duncan in the jaw. When he heard the door slam, he assumed that Veronica had left, as the rest of the conversation only came across as low mumbles.
Ready to go out and put his nonchalant ploy to work, he jumped as he heard a scream from the other room. Shrill- definitely not the Donut.
The scream was quickly followed by a similar one, and he no longer knew what to do. His ex-girlfriend was having a fit in his living room. How the hell could he blast her if she was having a mental breakdown?
‘Damn her! She always ruins the best laid plans.’
Expecting to hear the door to the suite open and close again, he was more than surprised when he heard her walk past his room, towards Duncan’s. He could hardly believe that she would stick around after all that.
‘She would never have stayed if it had been me,’ he thought bitterly
He heard the sound of a tap being turned on, and guessed her motives. And like that, a thought popped into his head, too good to be denied. It was naughty, he’d admit, but would solve so many problems so simply. Like the one where he could never get her to stay still long enough to answer questions. And the problem that he had with Duncan’s ability to see her naked while he was deprived of the privilege. Oh yes, this would work very well for him.
And so there he was, sitting on a chair in a room containing a very exposed and a very angry Veronica Mars. His clothes were still dripping from the hysterical splashes of a desperate naked girl in a tub. And he couldn’t care less.
“Logan, have you completely lost it?”
Veronica’s shrill voice interrupted his state of bliss, but did nothing to destroy the grin firmly planted on his face. She gave him the death glare, and continued.
“You can’t just go questioning your ex-girlfriend, slash best friend’s girlfriend, slash ex-girlfriend’s best friend, while she is naked in a tub. There is a certain etiquette we indulge while interrogating a subject Logan. God, that is like P.I. training 101.”
“Really? I though P.I. 101 taught you how to avoid being caught snooping and investigating others. Well, that and learning how to pull of the skank in the bar disguise. Then again, maybe you mastered that bit a little quicker than the rest, and were able to move on to next week’s lesson,” he snarked back.
“Wow Logan. If I didn’t know any better and wasn’t acquainted with your reputable personage, I would have assumed you were trying to waste time in order for all the bubbles to pop so you could ogle me.”
“Please, why would I do that when I could go down the road and find someone with something to actually ogle?”
Veronica sighed, signaling that she was forfeiting this game of ‘pass the insult’. Logan tried to deny it, but I truth, he was a little disappointed. He could only assume that her previous fight that afternoon had resulted in her disheartened mood.
‘Damn Duncan, he always ruins my fun,’
She coughed twice, loudly, a pointed attempt to get his attention. He looked up at her. And instantly, she had his very undivided attention.
God, she was so beautiful like this. Hair messy, eyes blazing. Duncan wanted a poster wife, but how hot could Veronica really be adorned in pearls and with her hair slicked back when compared to this. There was no comparison.
This was the Veronica he wanted. The untamable mare. The unconquerable damsel. The carefree, wild, passionate girl he fell in love with. He didn’t want her any other way.
He knew that this argument between Veronica and Duncan had been brewing for a while. She was a caged animal, it was only a matter of time before she started to lash out. Truth be told, he felt sorry for Duncan.
Poor Duncan. Poor, stupid Duncan, who thought he could handle the new Veronica Mars. Being with her had been a challenge for Logan. Duncan should have known that he didn’t stand a chance.
‘And lashing back at her with insults and anger? Tsk, tsk. Poor, stupid, silly Duncan. He should have known that only the experts could use that as a seduction technique, let alone get away with it.’
And finally, the Donut’s biggest mistake of all. Leaving his distraught ex-girlfriend in his home alone with his best friend, her ex-boyfriend. Ah yes. Poor, stupid, silly, naïve Duncan.
“Start talking Logan.”
The distain on her face was very evident, but there was something else present. Was it - fear, anxiety? Logan could not really tell. But he knew it was working in his favor. With this added encouragement, he began to speak, only to be interrupted once more by the blonde in the bathtub.
“Wait a second… How long have you been home?” she questioned warily, dreading the answer she knew was coming. Looks like the powers that be really do have it in for her.
“A couple of hours.”
His reply confirmed her worst fears. She closed her eyes and waited for what was sure to come next.
“Yeah that’s right,” he continued in a drawl. “Unfortunately for both of us, the walls at the Grand aren’t thick enough for me to avoid listening to the World War 3 that occurred in my living room fifteen minutes ago.”
She swallowed, but remained silent. What is there to do when the one person you want to think that you are happy, knows otherwise. ‘He heard everything,’ was the thought echoing through her mind. She hated being vulnerable, especially around him. Having nothing else to say on the subject, she resolved to turn to her Number 2 defense mechanism - indifference.
“It doesn’t matter anyway Logan. Just hurry up. I will give you 5 minutes. Then I’m going to scream rape until you leave.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to do any good. Walls aren’t that thin sweetheart,” he sniggered.
“No matter though,” he continued. “How long I’m in here depends on you, Sugarlips. If you give me the answers that I’m looking for, I’ll leave you to get wrinkly in peace.”
Veronica cleared her throat, a stony expression in place. She looked anywhere but at the man sitting next to her. She knew what he was trying to do, and she would be damned if she let him succeed in his mission to irritate her. She couldn’t let him get to her.
He on the other hand, could not even take his eyes off her for a second. And why would he? He didn’t have that many opportunities anymore to see her wet and naked. And hey, he was a jackass. She would believe that whether he looked at her or not, so what was the point in being the gentleman? He was a man first and foremost and there was no way he was passing this up. But with fun, came work, and he knew that the situation was about to take a serious turn.
“What do you know about my mother?” he asked bluntly.
Veronica blinked.
“Logan, for the last time, I don’t know anything about your Mom. I helped you with that last year. Nothing new has come up.”
“Then what was with all the questioning the other day, huh?” he demanded to know.
“It was… I just… with everything involving your Dad, I… I was just curious I suppose…” she trailed off, knowing there was no way in hell that Logan would have believed any of the bull shit she had just fed him. And yet she remained hopeful that he would for once just let it go.
“Now get out!” she yelled. She was desperate to regain control of the situation, but at that moment, with her being naked in a tub, him sitting next to her, interrogating her, she knew that there was very little chance of her dominating the scene.
If she just told him the truth, he would leave. She knew this, and yet she could not bring herself to divulging the information. She was not ready to tell him yet. She couldn’t.
And yet subconsciously she wondered if there were other reasons for not telling him. After all, knowledge was power, and at this moment in time, she needed all the power she could get. She pushed the thought aside that she was only keeping this a secret because she wanted to keep him with her in the bathroom.
She was brought back to reality at his low chuckle.
“Veronica, Veronica, Veronica,” Logan drawled, as if reprimanding a child. “What am I going to do with you?”
He sighed dramatically and shook his head, and Veronica was almost certain that it was all for show.
He stood up so suddenly that she jumped again, water splashing over the side of the tub. She looked down and noticed that half the bubbles had disappeared, and that pretty soon Logan would have a clear view of her… ogling material?
She kept a wary eye on him as he moved slowly to the basin, turning away from her. He paused to rest both hands on the sink, dipping his head low, as if trying to regain his composure, or plan his next move - Veronica could not tell which.
He looked up at the mirror placed above the sink, looking into his own eyes, then Veronica’s. She was startled that one piercing look from him could evoke such strong erotic emotions within her. She noticed his gaze follow the trail from her neck to her chest, still immersed in the water.
Logan’s line of vision returned to himself for a moment, and he reached his decision.
Before Veronica’s mind could catch up, Logan had jumped - fully clothed - into the tub and was now sitting across from her, grinning from ear to ear.
She let out a shriek in shock, scrambling to bring her knees to her chest, for fear of him seeing anything that he shouldn’t.
“I really didn’t want to have to do this, you know,” he said seriously as she spluttered, looking for some verbal way of responding to this. He contemplated what he just said for a moment, before breaking out in a grin.
“Well, actually, I sort of did,” he finished, looking devilish as he let his eyes roam her body now that he had a better view.
Veronica set her jaw, determined to remain angry about his latest stunt, and to not be overwhelmed by the electrifying physical effects that his new position was having on her body. She could feel his legs next to her bare ones; feel the water still stirring from his spontaneous act into places that made her tremble.
‘How does he always do this?’ she wonders to herself. ‘How can he get the upper hand on me by using sex? I thought it was guys who were supposed to become vulnerable and weak when it came to sex, not girls. Definitely not me.’
“Logan, you need to get out, like, right now,” she said sternly, thanking God that her voice didn’t quiver.
“But Veronica, you are telling me lies. You know how the barter system works, Mars. You give me something, I give you something. It’s you turn.”
And with that, he relaxed, leaning back in the bath waiting for her to speak, his cargos and half his shirt effectively soaked. He wasn’t the only one soaked through.
She cleared her throat again, her mind running frantic, trying to come up with something on the spot to tell him that would satisfy him. However, her mind was completely blank. Time to adlib.
“I got a call the other day, from some random woman who said she had an affair with Aaron back in the early eighties. She spent five whole minutes just telling me how amazing he was - something I really didn’t feel like hearing by the way. I’m pretty sure she was just some obsessed fan still distraught about his murder rap. She basically called me a bitch for getting him convicted, and then hung up.”
Her eyes looked up from where they had been - in her lap - and tried to gauge if Logan was buying the story. His face was complacent, listening eagerly. She figured he was. She was quite impressed with herself for making this even slightly believable. And hey, it all wasn’t a complete lie. She was on the same tracks as the truth.
Even now, she felt guilty about keeping the real story from him, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that it was for his own good. He would find out soon enough. She took a deep breath and continued.
“When I was leaving last week, the call came back to me. I was just asking out of curiosity. I mean, given what we know about Aaron, it may very well be true.”
Logan nodded, accepting her story, even looking slightly sympathetic. He moved one of his hands to rest on her knee, giving it a slight squeeze. The action was not meant as a come on. He was only trying to comfort her. He looked deep into her eyes with love and compassion in his, betraying his true feelings towards her.
“I’m sorry that you had to be put through that. His fans are fucking loonies.”
She nodded, looking away from him, unable to stand the intensity she saw in his eyes. She knew at this moment that he still cared for her, just as much as during their summer romance. He was hurting for her, for something that never even happened. Never had she felt so rotten.
“So I guess it’s my turn to give you something, huh?” he asked suggestively. His eyes still held love and compassion, but something else was there too, glazing them over, darkening them. Lust.
His head moved slowly towards her, and she could not think of a more perfect way for them to end up. His hand was still planted firmly on her knee, it too gradually moving up her leg. His other hand found her cheek, cupping the side of her face, bringing her to him. She could not look away.
His lips were so close. They both wanted this so badly, having been denied it for so long. She hesitated for a moment, almost giving in to temptation. But at the last minute, her conscience rang through loud and clear, stopping her, turning her head away.
“I can’t, Logan. I can’t,” she whispered, breathing heavily.
“Why the fuck not?” Logan demanded, enraged at being so close to what he wanted, and yet unable to have it.
“Why do you think?” she screamed back. “Your best friend, Duncan, remember him? Yeah, he is my boyfriend.” She said her words slowly, trying to make him understand. “I can’t just cheat on my boyfriend Logan. That may be the way you and Mrs Scankypants Casablancas do things in ‘Debauchery Land’, but from where I’m from, we try to take an ethical approach to relationships. It makes them last longer, you see.”
Logan let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head, unable to look at her anymore. Taking a deep breath, he stared into her eyes, making her body shiver.
“I’ve got news for you, baby. When the only reason you don’t cheat on your boyfriend is because it’s ethically incorrect, you’re already cheating on him.”
And with that, he climbed out of the tub and left the bathroom, leaving a fuming, confused, brooding Veronica behind to contemplate the home truths he just gave her.
Sitting alone in the tub, missing him desperately, regretting her decision, all of her decisions since she broke up with him, she knew what she had to do.
***
So that was the bathroom scene. I hope it didn’t disappoint. I know that you’re all probably pissed off that Veronica and Logan didn’t get to have kinky bath sex, but don’t lose hope yet. Won’t be long now.
Please leave a comment!
Author: love4chemistry
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, a little DuVe (I know, gross), features Meg and other minor characters.
Rating: NC-17, for language, possible violence, and later sex scenes
Summary: Aaron Echolls has a secret. A good one. The story of Veronica and Logan's rocky relationship and their many breakups and makeups.
Spoilers: Up to 2x09, AU from there.
Total Word Count: 12,435
A/N: The chapters are starting to get longer, and with more content. Yay. I really want to thank all the people who have reviewed my story.
This chapter is dedicated to
la623 I hope this makes you smile sweetie!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Veronica Mars.
In a bathroom far, far away…
Chapter 6
Veronica’s mouth hung open in astonishment. The sheer audacity of Logan, to walk in on her while she was having a bath. Then again, this was Logan, why was she even surprised. Even she could not deny the current vulnerability she found herself in as she sunk deeper into the tub, praying that he would finish before all the bubbles disappeared.
He lounged back on the chair he was on, letting his eyes graze over the glistening parts of her body that were not hidden by the tub. The ever-present seductive characteristic of Logan’s personality had a way of shining through even when he was ready to kill his subject. Although, Logan’s anger at Veronica had been slowly diminishing from the moment she came through the front door.
Yes, he had heard the fight between Veronica and Duncan. While he had quietly been thanking Duncan for hurting Veronica at first, Logan had almost fallen off his bed when he heard the hateful words that his best friend had uttered to his ex-girlfriend. From the following silence on her behalf, he gauged that she was sufficiently pissed off.
And here Logan’s ‘defend Veronica’ personality characteristic came into play. He practically had to grab hold of a nearby corner table to prevent himself from marching out there and punching Duncan in the jaw. When he heard the door slam, he assumed that Veronica had left, as the rest of the conversation only came across as low mumbles.
Ready to go out and put his nonchalant ploy to work, he jumped as he heard a scream from the other room. Shrill- definitely not the Donut.
The scream was quickly followed by a similar one, and he no longer knew what to do. His ex-girlfriend was having a fit in his living room. How the hell could he blast her if she was having a mental breakdown?
‘Damn her! She always ruins the best laid plans.’
Expecting to hear the door to the suite open and close again, he was more than surprised when he heard her walk past his room, towards Duncan’s. He could hardly believe that she would stick around after all that.
‘She would never have stayed if it had been me,’ he thought bitterly
He heard the sound of a tap being turned on, and guessed her motives. And like that, a thought popped into his head, too good to be denied. It was naughty, he’d admit, but would solve so many problems so simply. Like the one where he could never get her to stay still long enough to answer questions. And the problem that he had with Duncan’s ability to see her naked while he was deprived of the privilege. Oh yes, this would work very well for him.
And so there he was, sitting on a chair in a room containing a very exposed and a very angry Veronica Mars. His clothes were still dripping from the hysterical splashes of a desperate naked girl in a tub. And he couldn’t care less.
“Logan, have you completely lost it?”
Veronica’s shrill voice interrupted his state of bliss, but did nothing to destroy the grin firmly planted on his face. She gave him the death glare, and continued.
“You can’t just go questioning your ex-girlfriend, slash best friend’s girlfriend, slash ex-girlfriend’s best friend, while she is naked in a tub. There is a certain etiquette we indulge while interrogating a subject Logan. God, that is like P.I. training 101.”
“Really? I though P.I. 101 taught you how to avoid being caught snooping and investigating others. Well, that and learning how to pull of the skank in the bar disguise. Then again, maybe you mastered that bit a little quicker than the rest, and were able to move on to next week’s lesson,” he snarked back.
“Wow Logan. If I didn’t know any better and wasn’t acquainted with your reputable personage, I would have assumed you were trying to waste time in order for all the bubbles to pop so you could ogle me.”
“Please, why would I do that when I could go down the road and find someone with something to actually ogle?”
Veronica sighed, signaling that she was forfeiting this game of ‘pass the insult’. Logan tried to deny it, but I truth, he was a little disappointed. He could only assume that her previous fight that afternoon had resulted in her disheartened mood.
‘Damn Duncan, he always ruins my fun,’
She coughed twice, loudly, a pointed attempt to get his attention. He looked up at her. And instantly, she had his very undivided attention.
God, she was so beautiful like this. Hair messy, eyes blazing. Duncan wanted a poster wife, but how hot could Veronica really be adorned in pearls and with her hair slicked back when compared to this. There was no comparison.
This was the Veronica he wanted. The untamable mare. The unconquerable damsel. The carefree, wild, passionate girl he fell in love with. He didn’t want her any other way.
He knew that this argument between Veronica and Duncan had been brewing for a while. She was a caged animal, it was only a matter of time before she started to lash out. Truth be told, he felt sorry for Duncan.
Poor Duncan. Poor, stupid Duncan, who thought he could handle the new Veronica Mars. Being with her had been a challenge for Logan. Duncan should have known that he didn’t stand a chance.
‘And lashing back at her with insults and anger? Tsk, tsk. Poor, stupid, silly Duncan. He should have known that only the experts could use that as a seduction technique, let alone get away with it.’
And finally, the Donut’s biggest mistake of all. Leaving his distraught ex-girlfriend in his home alone with his best friend, her ex-boyfriend. Ah yes. Poor, stupid, silly, naïve Duncan.
“Start talking Logan.”
The distain on her face was very evident, but there was something else present. Was it - fear, anxiety? Logan could not really tell. But he knew it was working in his favor. With this added encouragement, he began to speak, only to be interrupted once more by the blonde in the bathtub.
“Wait a second… How long have you been home?” she questioned warily, dreading the answer she knew was coming. Looks like the powers that be really do have it in for her.
“A couple of hours.”
His reply confirmed her worst fears. She closed her eyes and waited for what was sure to come next.
“Yeah that’s right,” he continued in a drawl. “Unfortunately for both of us, the walls at the Grand aren’t thick enough for me to avoid listening to the World War 3 that occurred in my living room fifteen minutes ago.”
She swallowed, but remained silent. What is there to do when the one person you want to think that you are happy, knows otherwise. ‘He heard everything,’ was the thought echoing through her mind. She hated being vulnerable, especially around him. Having nothing else to say on the subject, she resolved to turn to her Number 2 defense mechanism - indifference.
“It doesn’t matter anyway Logan. Just hurry up. I will give you 5 minutes. Then I’m going to scream rape until you leave.”
“Yeah, like that’s going to do any good. Walls aren’t that thin sweetheart,” he sniggered.
“No matter though,” he continued. “How long I’m in here depends on you, Sugarlips. If you give me the answers that I’m looking for, I’ll leave you to get wrinkly in peace.”
Veronica cleared her throat, a stony expression in place. She looked anywhere but at the man sitting next to her. She knew what he was trying to do, and she would be damned if she let him succeed in his mission to irritate her. She couldn’t let him get to her.
He on the other hand, could not even take his eyes off her for a second. And why would he? He didn’t have that many opportunities anymore to see her wet and naked. And hey, he was a jackass. She would believe that whether he looked at her or not, so what was the point in being the gentleman? He was a man first and foremost and there was no way he was passing this up. But with fun, came work, and he knew that the situation was about to take a serious turn.
“What do you know about my mother?” he asked bluntly.
Veronica blinked.
“Logan, for the last time, I don’t know anything about your Mom. I helped you with that last year. Nothing new has come up.”
“Then what was with all the questioning the other day, huh?” he demanded to know.
“It was… I just… with everything involving your Dad, I… I was just curious I suppose…” she trailed off, knowing there was no way in hell that Logan would have believed any of the bull shit she had just fed him. And yet she remained hopeful that he would for once just let it go.
“Now get out!” she yelled. She was desperate to regain control of the situation, but at that moment, with her being naked in a tub, him sitting next to her, interrogating her, she knew that there was very little chance of her dominating the scene.
If she just told him the truth, he would leave. She knew this, and yet she could not bring herself to divulging the information. She was not ready to tell him yet. She couldn’t.
And yet subconsciously she wondered if there were other reasons for not telling him. After all, knowledge was power, and at this moment in time, she needed all the power she could get. She pushed the thought aside that she was only keeping this a secret because she wanted to keep him with her in the bathroom.
She was brought back to reality at his low chuckle.
“Veronica, Veronica, Veronica,” Logan drawled, as if reprimanding a child. “What am I going to do with you?”
He sighed dramatically and shook his head, and Veronica was almost certain that it was all for show.
He stood up so suddenly that she jumped again, water splashing over the side of the tub. She looked down and noticed that half the bubbles had disappeared, and that pretty soon Logan would have a clear view of her… ogling material?
She kept a wary eye on him as he moved slowly to the basin, turning away from her. He paused to rest both hands on the sink, dipping his head low, as if trying to regain his composure, or plan his next move - Veronica could not tell which.
He looked up at the mirror placed above the sink, looking into his own eyes, then Veronica’s. She was startled that one piercing look from him could evoke such strong erotic emotions within her. She noticed his gaze follow the trail from her neck to her chest, still immersed in the water.
Logan’s line of vision returned to himself for a moment, and he reached his decision.
Before Veronica’s mind could catch up, Logan had jumped - fully clothed - into the tub and was now sitting across from her, grinning from ear to ear.
She let out a shriek in shock, scrambling to bring her knees to her chest, for fear of him seeing anything that he shouldn’t.
“I really didn’t want to have to do this, you know,” he said seriously as she spluttered, looking for some verbal way of responding to this. He contemplated what he just said for a moment, before breaking out in a grin.
“Well, actually, I sort of did,” he finished, looking devilish as he let his eyes roam her body now that he had a better view.
Veronica set her jaw, determined to remain angry about his latest stunt, and to not be overwhelmed by the electrifying physical effects that his new position was having on her body. She could feel his legs next to her bare ones; feel the water still stirring from his spontaneous act into places that made her tremble.
‘How does he always do this?’ she wonders to herself. ‘How can he get the upper hand on me by using sex? I thought it was guys who were supposed to become vulnerable and weak when it came to sex, not girls. Definitely not me.’
“Logan, you need to get out, like, right now,” she said sternly, thanking God that her voice didn’t quiver.
“But Veronica, you are telling me lies. You know how the barter system works, Mars. You give me something, I give you something. It’s you turn.”
And with that, he relaxed, leaning back in the bath waiting for her to speak, his cargos and half his shirt effectively soaked. He wasn’t the only one soaked through.
She cleared her throat again, her mind running frantic, trying to come up with something on the spot to tell him that would satisfy him. However, her mind was completely blank. Time to adlib.
“I got a call the other day, from some random woman who said she had an affair with Aaron back in the early eighties. She spent five whole minutes just telling me how amazing he was - something I really didn’t feel like hearing by the way. I’m pretty sure she was just some obsessed fan still distraught about his murder rap. She basically called me a bitch for getting him convicted, and then hung up.”
Her eyes looked up from where they had been - in her lap - and tried to gauge if Logan was buying the story. His face was complacent, listening eagerly. She figured he was. She was quite impressed with herself for making this even slightly believable. And hey, it all wasn’t a complete lie. She was on the same tracks as the truth.
Even now, she felt guilty about keeping the real story from him, but she comforted herself with the knowledge that it was for his own good. He would find out soon enough. She took a deep breath and continued.
“When I was leaving last week, the call came back to me. I was just asking out of curiosity. I mean, given what we know about Aaron, it may very well be true.”
Logan nodded, accepting her story, even looking slightly sympathetic. He moved one of his hands to rest on her knee, giving it a slight squeeze. The action was not meant as a come on. He was only trying to comfort her. He looked deep into her eyes with love and compassion in his, betraying his true feelings towards her.
“I’m sorry that you had to be put through that. His fans are fucking loonies.”
She nodded, looking away from him, unable to stand the intensity she saw in his eyes. She knew at this moment that he still cared for her, just as much as during their summer romance. He was hurting for her, for something that never even happened. Never had she felt so rotten.
“So I guess it’s my turn to give you something, huh?” he asked suggestively. His eyes still held love and compassion, but something else was there too, glazing them over, darkening them. Lust.
His head moved slowly towards her, and she could not think of a more perfect way for them to end up. His hand was still planted firmly on her knee, it too gradually moving up her leg. His other hand found her cheek, cupping the side of her face, bringing her to him. She could not look away.
His lips were so close. They both wanted this so badly, having been denied it for so long. She hesitated for a moment, almost giving in to temptation. But at the last minute, her conscience rang through loud and clear, stopping her, turning her head away.
“I can’t, Logan. I can’t,” she whispered, breathing heavily.
“Why the fuck not?” Logan demanded, enraged at being so close to what he wanted, and yet unable to have it.
“Why do you think?” she screamed back. “Your best friend, Duncan, remember him? Yeah, he is my boyfriend.” She said her words slowly, trying to make him understand. “I can’t just cheat on my boyfriend Logan. That may be the way you and Mrs Scankypants Casablancas do things in ‘Debauchery Land’, but from where I’m from, we try to take an ethical approach to relationships. It makes them last longer, you see.”
Logan let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking his head, unable to look at her anymore. Taking a deep breath, he stared into her eyes, making her body shiver.
“I’ve got news for you, baby. When the only reason you don’t cheat on your boyfriend is because it’s ethically incorrect, you’re already cheating on him.”
And with that, he climbed out of the tub and left the bathroom, leaving a fuming, confused, brooding Veronica behind to contemplate the home truths he just gave her.
Sitting alone in the tub, missing him desperately, regretting her decision, all of her decisions since she broke up with him, she knew what she had to do.
***
So that was the bathroom scene. I hope it didn’t disappoint. I know that you’re all probably pissed off that Veronica and Logan didn’t get to have kinky bath sex, but don’t lose hope yet. Won’t be long now.
Please leave a comment!