Hot for Teacher -- ellevia
Title: Hot for Teacher
Author: Ellavia
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,564
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Spoilers: Up to 2x22 Not Pictured
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't own anything really. It's kind of a sore spot.
Summary: Veronica comes back from New York will all sorts of new talents only to find Logan has picked up a few things of his own.
Author's note: My first fanfic. Be honest, I can probably take it. This runs the gamut of dark and chatty to notso dark and notso chatty.
When Logan finds her later she is wearing his t-shirt and little else. “Where’d you disappear to?” he asks giving her a once-over.
“Too much quiet…I was going crazy.”
“I wish it were different. I do. It’s hard for Dick, you know?”
“I know. But it should be hard. Finding out your brother is a murderer, and a rapist, and a LIAR…God, the lies…that should be hard, Logan.”
“And your friends should be there to help you through it.”
“I can’t forgive him.”
“No one’s asking you to. Dick and Be-Cassidy aren’t the same person.”
“Beaver was Dick gone wrong, Logan. Dick knows it, I know it, everyone can see it but you.”
“You can’t punish him for Cassidy’s mistakes. I-I’m not even sure you could punish Cassidy for Cassidy’s mistakes.”
“I can. God, why are you like this. Why are you standing in front of me defending him? Beaver raped me, Logan! He tried to kill my father! He was going to kill me and-and. That smirk…he had that smirk…like killing me, rolling me off the roof, it wouldn’t have been anything. He wouldn’t have given it a second thought. So why…should I waste pity on him.”
“He was a messed up kid, V. You can be as mad as you want but he was still just a messed up kid.”
“He was. But…he was smarter, you know. He had something else besides the fucked up childhood. Man, maybe it was evil.” Dick’s voice catches them off guard.
Veronica struggles for her next words, “Childhoods, by nature, suck. Especially in Neptune. A murderous bastard is still a murderous bastard.”
“Fuck. Veronica, Logan talked you down, right? What if he hadn’t been there to tell you all the shit about your virtue? You would’ve pulled the trigger.”
“No, Dick, I would’ve had my brains all over the concrete.” She pauses as his words hit her. Then she looks at Dick with something a little softer in her eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to lose him like this.”
“No, Cass was gone a long time ago. Be sorry no one realized it until now. I mean, he didn’t. Why he didn’t have anyone to talk him down?” Dick chokes out.
“I tried, Dick, you have to-” Logan starts in.
“I don’t mean the ledge, man, I mean the bus, the jet, the virgin in the bedroom. We made him who he was…he coulda-he coulda been happy as Cassidy. We made him Beaver; we made him some fucked up jackass with no morality.”
“Dick, c’mon. Let’s…let Veronica get dressed.” Logan admonishes. Dick turns out of the room without another word, nodding his head as he goes. Up and down. Up and down. Veronica can tell it’ll be a long time before he says much else on the matter. She watches Logan follow him out hand clapped over his shoulder; she prepares herself for more silence. As she pulls her clothes from where they’ve been strewn she wonders how it got from Logan singing “I want to sex you up” on her voicemail to these steely confrontations with a Dick no one in Neptune ever knew.
New York, things were normal in New York. She had shopped and sulked and sent her father angry postcards from every beautiful place she could get her hands on. She got her picture taken with two Yankees and Wallace and some anonymous basketball player that barely fit in the frame. She told him all about her life and never paused to ask about his. And that was the change, the thing that could hurt him more than anything else: she had been so betrayed she accepted it. She didn’t care what he was doing while she was calling her best friend and begging him to fill much larger shoes. She only cared that he hadn’t apologized yet, not for the part that really mattered, the shear terror that he really was dead this time. Beaver’s words still fresh in her mind. And he didn’t so much as call for four days after the initial, “Honey, I’m sorry, so sorry, I’ll make this up to you.”
So, no, things weren’t normal in New York. Things weren’t normal anywhere. And she had come back to Neptune expecting lots of sweaty, experiemental sex. She had planned on getting to know every sound Logan made when he came, every facial tick, all the words he loved to call out when hot young blondes were grinding down on him. And they had been off to a good start, too.
“So, what’d ya bring me?” Logan taunted rubbing his thumb in small circles on her hip.
She pulled her mouth off of his collarbone long enough to whisper, “In the bag,” she bit down, “Green bag…little string.”
She pulled herself to a standing position about four feet away from him and watched the smirk on his face, “This little bag? It’s all you got me? There is zero love.”
“Less talking, more unwrapping,” she mumbled unbuttoning her jeans and going to kick them off.
He gasped audibly when he over turns the bag, “Pasties? Seriously Veronica, you bought me PASTIES?”
“Well, I bought me pasties…but if you want to try them on-”
“You know what I meant, V.”
“They say “I heart NY,” isn’t that just adorable Logan?”
“Just what did you learn in New York?”
“Mm, can't wait to teach you. See, there was this class-”
“Stripper class?”
“They like it when you call it exotic dancing, baby. Anyway, at the hotel gym, there were all these exercise classes, and it was one of the options…and Wallace said I should try it.”
“Wallace?”
“He wanted to see Jackie and I…didn’t. So I stayed behind and Wallace had earlier implied things not so flattering about my physique then hinted at the gym. Anyway, if you don’t think you’ll enjoy them…I can just save them for someone who will.”
“I have no intention of returning the gift. Just wondering…at the hotel gym, they gave you these pasties? As a free gift with purchase?”
“Oh no, I had to search EVERY store in NYC for those babies.”
“Every sex store?”
“Yes, Logan. Are we going to keep talking or do you want the rest of the present?”
“There’s more?” he asked as she slid the small sequined discs out of his hands, “You’re going to put me in an early grave, Veronica.”
She licked her lips and grinned over her shoulder, “Wait ‘til you see the dance. Hand me the other green bag, right?”
“No. I can’t…you dance later. Now, you come lay, right here, panties off, and tell me more about these classes.”
She smirked and dropped the bags, “Well, they make you wear those little hot pants and a bra. And there are mirrors-”
He cut her off with a kiss that made her knees buckle then carried her to the bed. He made his way down her neck with light butterfly licks, barely touching the skin as if he were just tasting it. She quivered audibly and ran her fingers through his hair, “Missed this.”
He took her nipple in his mouth biting softly and her hips jerked upwards, “Yes, yes you did,” he taunted moving further south.
She ran her fingers down onto his neck and swirled them to a tune in her head, “Logan,” she whispered, “Logan.”
He pulled himself up to look into her eyes, “Mmm?”
She surprised him by wrapping her lag around his hips and moving them so his back is flush against the bed. Then she loomed over him, “Let me show you…”
That’s when they heard it, the sound of furniture hitting the wall. “Fuck, Dick.”
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to be asking for Dick right now, Suga’”
“No, Veronica, Dick is staying here…”
“LOGAN? LOGAN? Man, where’d you put the scotch?”Veronica heard him moving closer and rolled off the bed in response. She grabbed the first shirt she found. It was Logan’s; later she realized how lucky she'd been that it was four sizes too big for either of them.
Logan shouted, “Let me put some pants on, Dick. I’ll be right out, I swear.”
Veronica flicked her eyes over her boyfriend as he pulled fresh clothes from his dresser, “This is going to take long?”
“Not if I can help it,” he whispered back stealing one last kiss. He slid out the door and Veronica heard him mumbling, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough scotch this weekend, Dick?”
“Bring on the TEQUILA”
“No, buddy, that’s not what I meant.”
Veronica slipped out, walking directly in front of them, body still flush and Logan could tell the t-shirt was all she was wearing. He opened his mouth to tell her to put some clothes on, but she has slammed the door to the office before he needs the words.
Veronica sat, again. Waiting for Logan, again. And when he finally made his way back to the office he announced, “He’s asleep…finally. I’m sorry about the interruption.”
“Don’t apologize…it looks like you learned a lot while I was away.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Logan Echolls I left in Neptune definitely would have thrown whoever out if it meant getting laid.”
“And that would’ve been wrong” he mumbled in a child-like voice. “See? I’m totally ready for the next lesson.”
“And what would that be?”
“How to fuck your girlfriend senseless without licking all the sequins off her pasties.”
Author: Ellavia
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,564
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Spoilers: Up to 2x22 Not Pictured
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't own anything really. It's kind of a sore spot.
Summary: Veronica comes back from New York will all sorts of new talents only to find Logan has picked up a few things of his own.
Author's note: My first fanfic. Be honest, I can probably take it. This runs the gamut of dark and chatty to notso dark and notso chatty.
When Logan finds her later she is wearing his t-shirt and little else. “Where’d you disappear to?” he asks giving her a once-over.
“Too much quiet…I was going crazy.”
“I wish it were different. I do. It’s hard for Dick, you know?”
“I know. But it should be hard. Finding out your brother is a murderer, and a rapist, and a LIAR…God, the lies…that should be hard, Logan.”
“And your friends should be there to help you through it.”
“I can’t forgive him.”
“No one’s asking you to. Dick and Be-Cassidy aren’t the same person.”
“Beaver was Dick gone wrong, Logan. Dick knows it, I know it, everyone can see it but you.”
“You can’t punish him for Cassidy’s mistakes. I-I’m not even sure you could punish Cassidy for Cassidy’s mistakes.”
“I can. God, why are you like this. Why are you standing in front of me defending him? Beaver raped me, Logan! He tried to kill my father! He was going to kill me and-and. That smirk…he had that smirk…like killing me, rolling me off the roof, it wouldn’t have been anything. He wouldn’t have given it a second thought. So why…should I waste pity on him.”
“He was a messed up kid, V. You can be as mad as you want but he was still just a messed up kid.”
“He was. But…he was smarter, you know. He had something else besides the fucked up childhood. Man, maybe it was evil.” Dick’s voice catches them off guard.
Veronica struggles for her next words, “Childhoods, by nature, suck. Especially in Neptune. A murderous bastard is still a murderous bastard.”
“Fuck. Veronica, Logan talked you down, right? What if he hadn’t been there to tell you all the shit about your virtue? You would’ve pulled the trigger.”
“No, Dick, I would’ve had my brains all over the concrete.” She pauses as his words hit her. Then she looks at Dick with something a little softer in her eyes, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to lose him like this.”
“No, Cass was gone a long time ago. Be sorry no one realized it until now. I mean, he didn’t. Why he didn’t have anyone to talk him down?” Dick chokes out.
“I tried, Dick, you have to-” Logan starts in.
“I don’t mean the ledge, man, I mean the bus, the jet, the virgin in the bedroom. We made him who he was…he coulda-he coulda been happy as Cassidy. We made him Beaver; we made him some fucked up jackass with no morality.”
“Dick, c’mon. Let’s…let Veronica get dressed.” Logan admonishes. Dick turns out of the room without another word, nodding his head as he goes. Up and down. Up and down. Veronica can tell it’ll be a long time before he says much else on the matter. She watches Logan follow him out hand clapped over his shoulder; she prepares herself for more silence. As she pulls her clothes from where they’ve been strewn she wonders how it got from Logan singing “I want to sex you up” on her voicemail to these steely confrontations with a Dick no one in Neptune ever knew.
New York, things were normal in New York. She had shopped and sulked and sent her father angry postcards from every beautiful place she could get her hands on. She got her picture taken with two Yankees and Wallace and some anonymous basketball player that barely fit in the frame. She told him all about her life and never paused to ask about his. And that was the change, the thing that could hurt him more than anything else: she had been so betrayed she accepted it. She didn’t care what he was doing while she was calling her best friend and begging him to fill much larger shoes. She only cared that he hadn’t apologized yet, not for the part that really mattered, the shear terror that he really was dead this time. Beaver’s words still fresh in her mind. And he didn’t so much as call for four days after the initial, “Honey, I’m sorry, so sorry, I’ll make this up to you.”
So, no, things weren’t normal in New York. Things weren’t normal anywhere. And she had come back to Neptune expecting lots of sweaty, experiemental sex. She had planned on getting to know every sound Logan made when he came, every facial tick, all the words he loved to call out when hot young blondes were grinding down on him. And they had been off to a good start, too.
“So, what’d ya bring me?” Logan taunted rubbing his thumb in small circles on her hip.
She pulled her mouth off of his collarbone long enough to whisper, “In the bag,” she bit down, “Green bag…little string.”
She pulled herself to a standing position about four feet away from him and watched the smirk on his face, “This little bag? It’s all you got me? There is zero love.”
“Less talking, more unwrapping,” she mumbled unbuttoning her jeans and going to kick them off.
He gasped audibly when he over turns the bag, “Pasties? Seriously Veronica, you bought me PASTIES?”
“Well, I bought me pasties…but if you want to try them on-”
“You know what I meant, V.”
“They say “I heart NY,” isn’t that just adorable Logan?”
“Just what did you learn in New York?”
“Mm, can't wait to teach you. See, there was this class-”
“Stripper class?”
“They like it when you call it exotic dancing, baby. Anyway, at the hotel gym, there were all these exercise classes, and it was one of the options…and Wallace said I should try it.”
“Wallace?”
“He wanted to see Jackie and I…didn’t. So I stayed behind and Wallace had earlier implied things not so flattering about my physique then hinted at the gym. Anyway, if you don’t think you’ll enjoy them…I can just save them for someone who will.”
“I have no intention of returning the gift. Just wondering…at the hotel gym, they gave you these pasties? As a free gift with purchase?”
“Oh no, I had to search EVERY store in NYC for those babies.”
“Every sex store?”
“Yes, Logan. Are we going to keep talking or do you want the rest of the present?”
“There’s more?” he asked as she slid the small sequined discs out of his hands, “You’re going to put me in an early grave, Veronica.”
She licked her lips and grinned over her shoulder, “Wait ‘til you see the dance. Hand me the other green bag, right?”
“No. I can’t…you dance later. Now, you come lay, right here, panties off, and tell me more about these classes.”
She smirked and dropped the bags, “Well, they make you wear those little hot pants and a bra. And there are mirrors-”
He cut her off with a kiss that made her knees buckle then carried her to the bed. He made his way down her neck with light butterfly licks, barely touching the skin as if he were just tasting it. She quivered audibly and ran her fingers through his hair, “Missed this.”
He took her nipple in his mouth biting softly and her hips jerked upwards, “Yes, yes you did,” he taunted moving further south.
She ran her fingers down onto his neck and swirled them to a tune in her head, “Logan,” she whispered, “Logan.”
He pulled himself up to look into her eyes, “Mmm?”
She surprised him by wrapping her lag around his hips and moving them so his back is flush against the bed. Then she loomed over him, “Let me show you…”
That’s when they heard it, the sound of furniture hitting the wall. “Fuck, Dick.”
“I’m not sure you’re supposed to be asking for Dick right now, Suga’”
“No, Veronica, Dick is staying here…”
“LOGAN? LOGAN? Man, where’d you put the scotch?”Veronica heard him moving closer and rolled off the bed in response. She grabbed the first shirt she found. It was Logan’s; later she realized how lucky she'd been that it was four sizes too big for either of them.
Logan shouted, “Let me put some pants on, Dick. I’ll be right out, I swear.”
Veronica flicked her eyes over her boyfriend as he pulled fresh clothes from his dresser, “This is going to take long?”
“Not if I can help it,” he whispered back stealing one last kiss. He slid out the door and Veronica heard him mumbling, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough scotch this weekend, Dick?”
“Bring on the TEQUILA”
“No, buddy, that’s not what I meant.”
Veronica slipped out, walking directly in front of them, body still flush and Logan could tell the t-shirt was all she was wearing. He opened his mouth to tell her to put some clothes on, but she has slammed the door to the office before he needs the words.
Veronica sat, again. Waiting for Logan, again. And when he finally made his way back to the office he announced, “He’s asleep…finally. I’m sorry about the interruption.”
“Don’t apologize…it looks like you learned a lot while I was away.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Logan Echolls I left in Neptune definitely would have thrown whoever out if it meant getting laid.”
“And that would’ve been wrong” he mumbled in a child-like voice. “See? I’m totally ready for the next lesson.”
“And what would that be?”
“How to fuck your girlfriend senseless without licking all the sequins off her pasties.”