Why Don't We Do It in the Road - drollicaeipathy
Title: Why Don't We Do It in the Road
Author: drollicaeipathy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,432
Character/Pairing: V/L
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: Future fic. Veronica and Logan reminisce about that time Veronica hit Logan's car.
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas owns VM.
Author's Note: I wrote another story for this challenge but I hated it, it was so not me, so I deleted it and wrote this fic, which I really enjoy.
Veronica was brushing her teeth when he entered. The toothbrush hanging jauntily from her lips as she attempted to flash him a smile.
“Morning,” Logan mumbled groggily.
“Good morning,” she chirped in return after spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste.
“How can you be so perky this early in the morning?”
She glared at him incredulously, “Logan, it’s nearly nine”.
“What’s your point?” he asked as he rubbed at his tired eyes. Veronica sighed in response, sticking the toothbrush back between her lips.
Logan reached for his own brush, the green one that perched daily next to her pink, and went about loading it with toothpaste.
“Would you stop grumbling already?”
When he didn’t reply Veronica turned on the water and rinsed her brush before placing it back in the nearby holder. When she was finished she turned towards Logan, now busily cleaning his own teeth. “You look miserable Logan,” she exclaimed. “God, it’s not like the party is for you or anything. It’s not like all of your friends got together and rearranged their calendars to be there for your twenty-fourth birthday…” she trailed off, rolling her eyes.
“Fine,” he spat, spraying the mirror with toothpaste. “I’m happy, okay?” Veronica cocked an eyebrow. Logan went on, “But why does it have to be in Neptune? On a Sunday? In the afternoon?”
Veronica hummed, tapping her index finger against her forehead, thinking, “Maybe it’s because peoples lives no longer revolve completely around you?”
Logan turned the tap on, starting the flow of water once again and mumbling to himself.
“Logan, I’ve lived with you for more than five years, I can understand mumble speak by now”. He didn’t reply. “It’s a party!” she tried again, her cheer a little forced.
“Party on,” he said grimly, running his toothbrush under the water before putting it away.
Veronica smirked at him, “Party on, Garth”.
Logan grinned, his first of the morning, but it was only a moment before it slipped back into a frown, “Wait,” he said, mulling something over, “you’re the Garth. I’m the Wayne”.
“Excuse me,” Veronica replied, her own smile wavering.
“Well,” Logan told her seriously, “I’m the brunette,” he stroked his hair.
“Please, like that matters. I’m very much the Wayne”.
“Sugarlips, you’re obviously confused. There is no way Cassandra would have gone for you”.
“You don’t know that,” she argued. “Maybe she swings”. Logan coughed nearly swallowing his own tongue. “And Garth got Honey Hornee”.
“Yes, but she had an agenda. So obviously you two belong together”. He tapped her nose sweetly, “You are the Garth”.
“You’re an ass, Logan”.
“Exsqueeze me? A baking-powder?” Veronica rolled her eyes heavenward. “I think you’re forgetting a minor detail there, Sugarpuss”.
“Oh, am I? And what might that be?” she asked in a syrupy-sweet tone.
“I may be an ass but do you by any small chance remember the fact that you were the one who got pissed at me and purposely slammed into my car? My brand new fucking Mercedes?”
Veronica scoffed and drew back, “God, Logan. Are you ever going to get over that? It was nearly three years ago!” Logan stared at her disbelievingly. When he did not go on she added, “And besides the Le Baron suffered way more damage than your precious Mercedes”.
“It’s a Mercedes, Veronica! And it was brand new!” She rolled her eyes. “Less than a weekend old. Ringing any bells?”
“The Le Baron was old. It couldn’t handle that kind of trauma at that stage in life!”
“Well maybe you should have thought about that before you rear-ended me with your ancient rust bucket”.
Veronica straightened her back, puffed out her chest, and glared at the man across from her. “Maybe you should re-read the police report, Logan,” she emphasized his name, a cool smile gracing her face, “because I think if you did you would see your name next to at fault”.
“Oh please,” he fired back, “that report was totally skewed in your favor!”
Two and a half years earlier
”I can’t believe you fucking hit my car, Veronica”.
“Logan, we already went over this, I had no other choice”.
“You had no other choice but to slam into me from behind with that rust bucket you call a car?”
“Don’t start,” she told him, thrusting her finger into his face, “calling the Le Baron names is what got you into this mess to begin with”.
“All I said was that there was no way that your ancient piece of shit could keep up with the Roadster.” Veronica continued to lean against her car, tapping her foot until Logan conceded, “Alright. Fine! That might have been a little harsh. Does that make you happy?”
“No,” she told him smugly, “but you know what does?”
“What?”
“Well, that Roadster isn’t so pretty now, is she, Mr. Le Baron?”
Logan sidled up to her, whispering in her ear, “You’re talking to your car. Should I be worried?”
Veronica shifted beside him uncomfortably. “Logan,” she started in a warning tone only a moment before his lips smashed against her own. After that the only noise she made was a “Oomph,” when Logan backed her against the Le Baron’s door.
As his tongue invaded her mouth they became a mess of greedy hands and wet lips. They battled for dominance over the kiss as Veronica’s hot little hands found their way inside of Logan’s pants. His dick was pressed hard against his zipper, straining to be touched.
“Car,” he mumbled unintelligibly between kisses, “Car”. When she didn’t respond Logan moved onto her neck, lips sucking and teeth nipping at her flesh, “Get in the car”.
Finally doing as she was told, Veronica opened the door behind her and slipped into the backseat. Her lips never leaving Logan’s and her hands straining to work open his fly. Cars drove by them at a rapid pace but they were blind to them as they groped in the Le Baron, everything moving frantically. They always had the best sex after an argument and neither could wait to see what this fuck would be like after Veronica dented and nicked Logan’s new Mercedes.
Logan was seated and Veronica continued to grind against him, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline. Her hands found their way into his hair, grasping it and holding him in place. Her teeth grazed his lower lip and he groaned in response.
His hands skimmed up her bare back before reaching the knot holding her top together. As Logan fumbled with the tie Veronica worked his t-shirt free, pulling it over his head in one motion, desperate for the feel of his skin on her own.
When Veronica’s shirt failed to open for him he did the only thing his frazzled mind could come up with, he tore the ties right off the shirt. “Logan,” she gasped in surprise. He shot her a sheepish look before pulling her shirt away. When he latched onto a puckered pink nipple the look of surprise and mild frustration seemed to vanish. Veronica moaned out her pleasure, her torn top the farthest thing from her mind.
Her hands were scrambling to undo Logan’s belt, to release him. She whimpered and ground down on his thigh desperate for friction. Logan continued to suckle on her nipple, rolling his tongue around the hardened bud before switching breasts.
Logan pulled back and Veronica’s lips immediately smashed against his. When they broke apart once more, he was breathing heavy, “I can’t believe you hit my car”.
She sighed as her hands moved to the button at the top of his jeans. “Asshole,” she said the moment before grabbing him up in her hot, greedy hands and stroking him.
“Bitch,” he mumbled back, his fingers sliding up her soft thigh and finding their way under her skirt. She was hot and wet for him, whimpering and begging him to touch her as his fingers finally found their way into her salivating folds.
When Logan added a third finger, twisting them and finding that spot, the one that always made stars explode behind her eyes, Veronica let out a guttural moan and soaked his hand.
She continued to work him as their lips met in a frenzied kiss. He pulled her hands away with every intention of sinking himself deep within her when they heard a tapping at the window.
The voice of an elderly woman startled them, “Excuse me, are you alright in there?” Logan could see the woman’s head, her face peaking around, trying to get a look in the window. Veronica’s back was to the woman, she was frozen above him, hovering mere centimeters from his painfully hard dick and Logan contemplated just ignoring the intrusion.
“I pulled over when I saw that you had had accident,” the woman went on, now moving around the front of the car. “I’ve called the sheriff’s department, they are sending someone out,” she told them as she rounded the front of the Le Baron and finally getting a good look at the pair.
Veronica spun around at the mention of the sheriff’s department flashing the woman two pert breasts. Logan continued to stare forward. “Oh my,” the woman yelped, “oh my goodness gracious”. And she was off, moving away from the car as quickly as she could and shouting, “Perverts,” in her wake.
Logan was shaking his head as Veronica turned back to face him, her cheeks an enticing pink. “What is it with good intending passer-byers?”
“Oh god,” Veronica groaned but was silenced from saying any more by Logan’s lips. He worked his mouth up her jaw and pressed his hot tongue into her ear. She gripped his shoulders, the woman and the sheriff’s department ancient history, before slamming down on his awaiting cock.
It was now Logan’s turn to groan, “God,” but for an entirely more pleasurable reason. Veronica enveloped him in her heat. Her hot, tight, heat.
Veronica crashed down on him over and over. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes and when she reached out to tweak her own nipple Logan’s head rolled back against the seat. He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and helped her ride him faster, harder.
When Logan leaned forward in attempt to latch onto Veronica’s neck, to get at that sweet spot right below her ear she moaned then grunted, telling him, “That’s it, right there”. She went on with, “Please, Logan,” and he never could refuse her when she begged for it.
The car bounced and the air was hot and thick around them when Logan came, calling out Veronica’s name like an oath. Her world had shattered around them only a moment before when his fingers had found her clit.
As they sat there, Veronica pressed against Logan’s heaving chest, him panting into her neck, neither spoke. And that was when they heard the car pull up beside them and a door open and slam closed. Neither of those things mattered to the two at the moment, they were too enraptured in their post-coital bliss to care about Lamb and his lackeys. Until they heard, “Veronica?” Both perked up.
“It’s Leo,” Veronica hissed. Logan smirked in a pleased sort of way. Veronica looked around frantically trying to find her shirt before holding up the torn piece of cloth that it had become. Logan shrugged and she slipped it around herself hoping it didn’t look too terrible now that it did not close at the back. “Put yourself away,” Veronica whispered in a demanding tone making Logan’s grin grow at her frustration.
Logan tucked himself away and did his best to look presentable, though he did not bother to find his shirt before they stepped out of the car. Leo’s reaction was surprised, which again amused Logan to no end.
“Awkward,” Logan whispered in a sing-song fashion.
When Veronica spun around to tell him to shove it she found Logan shirtless, “What happened to your shirt?” she asked in astonishment.
“I don’t know Sugarpuss. Why don’t you tell me? You threw it”. Veronica blushed and Leo glanced away toward Logan’s car.
“Well,” Leo bristled, “what seems to be the problem here? I heard something about a fender bender?”
“Yes…” Logan started but was cut off by Veronica.
“We pulled over here and Logan reversed into my car,” she told Leo, plainly as if this kind of thing happened to them everyday.
“I what?” Logan squawked. He turned to Leo, “She hit me, dude”.
“Why would I hit your brand new Mercedes, Logan?” She turned back to Leo, “Like I have the kind of insurance that would afford me that luxury,” she laughed and smiled, reeling Leo in.
Leo laughed along with her as he wrote up the accident report. They reminisced as Logan sulked, knowing that he had been had by Veronica once again. She always won. Even when he thought he had won it would turn out that she had won and there was nothing he could do. She had him wrapped around her little finger just as tightly as she had the deputy. The only difference was that he would be going home with the little minx after this and Leo could only dream of that kind of life.
Present
“Poor little Deputy Leo,” Logan sighed.
“Oh please, Logan. He had no idea what we had been doing in the Le Baron”.
Logan scoffed, “Oh right. I usually ride around in the backseat of my girlfriend’s car shirtless”. Veronica smirked and cocked an eyebrow, “Alright, so sometimes,” he conceded, “but that time, that was not the case. And Leo knew”.
“He did not”.
“Did”.
“Not”.
“Did too”.
“What are you five, Logan?”
“Don’t you mean Wayne?” He asked with a grin.
“We’ve gone over this, I’m Wayne. You’re Garth”.
“But Veronica,” he sing-songed, “it’s my birthday. You have to be nice”.
“Your birthday is not until Tuesday. I’ll be nice then. Now, go get dressed for your party”.
Logan sighed and trudged out of the bathroom, “Fine,” he called over his shoulder, "but I don’t have to like it”.
Veronica shrugged her shoulders and turned to exit the bathroom herself before Logan returned, “Hey Veronica? What do you do if every time you see this one incredible woman, you think you're gonna hurl?”
She smiled at him, “I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she's yours. But if you spew and she bolts, then it was never meant to be”.
Author: drollicaeipathy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,432
Character/Pairing: V/L
Spoilers: Season One
Summary: Future fic. Veronica and Logan reminisce about that time Veronica hit Logan's car.
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas owns VM.
Author's Note: I wrote another story for this challenge but I hated it, it was so not me, so I deleted it and wrote this fic, which I really enjoy.
Veronica was brushing her teeth when he entered. The toothbrush hanging jauntily from her lips as she attempted to flash him a smile.
“Morning,” Logan mumbled groggily.
“Good morning,” she chirped in return after spitting out a mouthful of toothpaste.
“How can you be so perky this early in the morning?”
She glared at him incredulously, “Logan, it’s nearly nine”.
“What’s your point?” he asked as he rubbed at his tired eyes. Veronica sighed in response, sticking the toothbrush back between her lips.
Logan reached for his own brush, the green one that perched daily next to her pink, and went about loading it with toothpaste.
“Would you stop grumbling already?”
When he didn’t reply Veronica turned on the water and rinsed her brush before placing it back in the nearby holder. When she was finished she turned towards Logan, now busily cleaning his own teeth. “You look miserable Logan,” she exclaimed. “God, it’s not like the party is for you or anything. It’s not like all of your friends got together and rearranged their calendars to be there for your twenty-fourth birthday…” she trailed off, rolling her eyes.
“Fine,” he spat, spraying the mirror with toothpaste. “I’m happy, okay?” Veronica cocked an eyebrow. Logan went on, “But why does it have to be in Neptune? On a Sunday? In the afternoon?”
Veronica hummed, tapping her index finger against her forehead, thinking, “Maybe it’s because peoples lives no longer revolve completely around you?”
Logan turned the tap on, starting the flow of water once again and mumbling to himself.
“Logan, I’ve lived with you for more than five years, I can understand mumble speak by now”. He didn’t reply. “It’s a party!” she tried again, her cheer a little forced.
“Party on,” he said grimly, running his toothbrush under the water before putting it away.
Veronica smirked at him, “Party on, Garth”.
Logan grinned, his first of the morning, but it was only a moment before it slipped back into a frown, “Wait,” he said, mulling something over, “you’re the Garth. I’m the Wayne”.
“Excuse me,” Veronica replied, her own smile wavering.
“Well,” Logan told her seriously, “I’m the brunette,” he stroked his hair.
“Please, like that matters. I’m very much the Wayne”.
“Sugarlips, you’re obviously confused. There is no way Cassandra would have gone for you”.
“You don’t know that,” she argued. “Maybe she swings”. Logan coughed nearly swallowing his own tongue. “And Garth got Honey Hornee”.
“Yes, but she had an agenda. So obviously you two belong together”. He tapped her nose sweetly, “You are the Garth”.
“You’re an ass, Logan”.
“Exsqueeze me? A baking-powder?” Veronica rolled her eyes heavenward. “I think you’re forgetting a minor detail there, Sugarpuss”.
“Oh, am I? And what might that be?” she asked in a syrupy-sweet tone.
“I may be an ass but do you by any small chance remember the fact that you were the one who got pissed at me and purposely slammed into my car? My brand new fucking Mercedes?”
Veronica scoffed and drew back, “God, Logan. Are you ever going to get over that? It was nearly three years ago!” Logan stared at her disbelievingly. When he did not go on she added, “And besides the Le Baron suffered way more damage than your precious Mercedes”.
“It’s a Mercedes, Veronica! And it was brand new!” She rolled her eyes. “Less than a weekend old. Ringing any bells?”
“The Le Baron was old. It couldn’t handle that kind of trauma at that stage in life!”
“Well maybe you should have thought about that before you rear-ended me with your ancient rust bucket”.
Veronica straightened her back, puffed out her chest, and glared at the man across from her. “Maybe you should re-read the police report, Logan,” she emphasized his name, a cool smile gracing her face, “because I think if you did you would see your name next to at fault”.
“Oh please,” he fired back, “that report was totally skewed in your favor!”
Two and a half years earlier
”I can’t believe you fucking hit my car, Veronica”.
“Logan, we already went over this, I had no other choice”.
“You had no other choice but to slam into me from behind with that rust bucket you call a car?”
“Don’t start,” she told him, thrusting her finger into his face, “calling the Le Baron names is what got you into this mess to begin with”.
“All I said was that there was no way that your ancient piece of shit could keep up with the Roadster.” Veronica continued to lean against her car, tapping her foot until Logan conceded, “Alright. Fine! That might have been a little harsh. Does that make you happy?”
“No,” she told him smugly, “but you know what does?”
“What?”
“Well, that Roadster isn’t so pretty now, is she, Mr. Le Baron?”
Logan sidled up to her, whispering in her ear, “You’re talking to your car. Should I be worried?”
Veronica shifted beside him uncomfortably. “Logan,” she started in a warning tone only a moment before his lips smashed against her own. After that the only noise she made was a “Oomph,” when Logan backed her against the Le Baron’s door.
As his tongue invaded her mouth they became a mess of greedy hands and wet lips. They battled for dominance over the kiss as Veronica’s hot little hands found their way inside of Logan’s pants. His dick was pressed hard against his zipper, straining to be touched.
“Car,” he mumbled unintelligibly between kisses, “Car”. When she didn’t respond Logan moved onto her neck, lips sucking and teeth nipping at her flesh, “Get in the car”.
Finally doing as she was told, Veronica opened the door behind her and slipped into the backseat. Her lips never leaving Logan’s and her hands straining to work open his fly. Cars drove by them at a rapid pace but they were blind to them as they groped in the Le Baron, everything moving frantically. They always had the best sex after an argument and neither could wait to see what this fuck would be like after Veronica dented and nicked Logan’s new Mercedes.
Logan was seated and Veronica continued to grind against him, clinging to him as if he were a lifeline. Her hands found their way into his hair, grasping it and holding him in place. Her teeth grazed his lower lip and he groaned in response.
His hands skimmed up her bare back before reaching the knot holding her top together. As Logan fumbled with the tie Veronica worked his t-shirt free, pulling it over his head in one motion, desperate for the feel of his skin on her own.
When Veronica’s shirt failed to open for him he did the only thing his frazzled mind could come up with, he tore the ties right off the shirt. “Logan,” she gasped in surprise. He shot her a sheepish look before pulling her shirt away. When he latched onto a puckered pink nipple the look of surprise and mild frustration seemed to vanish. Veronica moaned out her pleasure, her torn top the farthest thing from her mind.
Her hands were scrambling to undo Logan’s belt, to release him. She whimpered and ground down on his thigh desperate for friction. Logan continued to suckle on her nipple, rolling his tongue around the hardened bud before switching breasts.
Logan pulled back and Veronica’s lips immediately smashed against his. When they broke apart once more, he was breathing heavy, “I can’t believe you hit my car”.
She sighed as her hands moved to the button at the top of his jeans. “Asshole,” she said the moment before grabbing him up in her hot, greedy hands and stroking him.
“Bitch,” he mumbled back, his fingers sliding up her soft thigh and finding their way under her skirt. She was hot and wet for him, whimpering and begging him to touch her as his fingers finally found their way into her salivating folds.
When Logan added a third finger, twisting them and finding that spot, the one that always made stars explode behind her eyes, Veronica let out a guttural moan and soaked his hand.
She continued to work him as their lips met in a frenzied kiss. He pulled her hands away with every intention of sinking himself deep within her when they heard a tapping at the window.
The voice of an elderly woman startled them, “Excuse me, are you alright in there?” Logan could see the woman’s head, her face peaking around, trying to get a look in the window. Veronica’s back was to the woman, she was frozen above him, hovering mere centimeters from his painfully hard dick and Logan contemplated just ignoring the intrusion.
“I pulled over when I saw that you had had accident,” the woman went on, now moving around the front of the car. “I’ve called the sheriff’s department, they are sending someone out,” she told them as she rounded the front of the Le Baron and finally getting a good look at the pair.
Veronica spun around at the mention of the sheriff’s department flashing the woman two pert breasts. Logan continued to stare forward. “Oh my,” the woman yelped, “oh my goodness gracious”. And she was off, moving away from the car as quickly as she could and shouting, “Perverts,” in her wake.
Logan was shaking his head as Veronica turned back to face him, her cheeks an enticing pink. “What is it with good intending passer-byers?”
“Oh god,” Veronica groaned but was silenced from saying any more by Logan’s lips. He worked his mouth up her jaw and pressed his hot tongue into her ear. She gripped his shoulders, the woman and the sheriff’s department ancient history, before slamming down on his awaiting cock.
It was now Logan’s turn to groan, “God,” but for an entirely more pleasurable reason. Veronica enveloped him in her heat. Her hot, tight, heat.
Veronica crashed down on him over and over. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes and when she reached out to tweak her own nipple Logan’s head rolled back against the seat. He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and helped her ride him faster, harder.
When Logan leaned forward in attempt to latch onto Veronica’s neck, to get at that sweet spot right below her ear she moaned then grunted, telling him, “That’s it, right there”. She went on with, “Please, Logan,” and he never could refuse her when she begged for it.
The car bounced and the air was hot and thick around them when Logan came, calling out Veronica’s name like an oath. Her world had shattered around them only a moment before when his fingers had found her clit.
As they sat there, Veronica pressed against Logan’s heaving chest, him panting into her neck, neither spoke. And that was when they heard the car pull up beside them and a door open and slam closed. Neither of those things mattered to the two at the moment, they were too enraptured in their post-coital bliss to care about Lamb and his lackeys. Until they heard, “Veronica?” Both perked up.
“It’s Leo,” Veronica hissed. Logan smirked in a pleased sort of way. Veronica looked around frantically trying to find her shirt before holding up the torn piece of cloth that it had become. Logan shrugged and she slipped it around herself hoping it didn’t look too terrible now that it did not close at the back. “Put yourself away,” Veronica whispered in a demanding tone making Logan’s grin grow at her frustration.
Logan tucked himself away and did his best to look presentable, though he did not bother to find his shirt before they stepped out of the car. Leo’s reaction was surprised, which again amused Logan to no end.
“Awkward,” Logan whispered in a sing-song fashion.
When Veronica spun around to tell him to shove it she found Logan shirtless, “What happened to your shirt?” she asked in astonishment.
“I don’t know Sugarpuss. Why don’t you tell me? You threw it”. Veronica blushed and Leo glanced away toward Logan’s car.
“Well,” Leo bristled, “what seems to be the problem here? I heard something about a fender bender?”
“Yes…” Logan started but was cut off by Veronica.
“We pulled over here and Logan reversed into my car,” she told Leo, plainly as if this kind of thing happened to them everyday.
“I what?” Logan squawked. He turned to Leo, “She hit me, dude”.
“Why would I hit your brand new Mercedes, Logan?” She turned back to Leo, “Like I have the kind of insurance that would afford me that luxury,” she laughed and smiled, reeling Leo in.
Leo laughed along with her as he wrote up the accident report. They reminisced as Logan sulked, knowing that he had been had by Veronica once again. She always won. Even when he thought he had won it would turn out that she had won and there was nothing he could do. She had him wrapped around her little finger just as tightly as she had the deputy. The only difference was that he would be going home with the little minx after this and Leo could only dream of that kind of life.
Present
“Poor little Deputy Leo,” Logan sighed.
“Oh please, Logan. He had no idea what we had been doing in the Le Baron”.
Logan scoffed, “Oh right. I usually ride around in the backseat of my girlfriend’s car shirtless”. Veronica smirked and cocked an eyebrow, “Alright, so sometimes,” he conceded, “but that time, that was not the case. And Leo knew”.
“He did not”.
“Did”.
“Not”.
“Did too”.
“What are you five, Logan?”
“Don’t you mean Wayne?” He asked with a grin.
“We’ve gone over this, I’m Wayne. You’re Garth”.
“But Veronica,” he sing-songed, “it’s my birthday. You have to be nice”.
“Your birthday is not until Tuesday. I’ll be nice then. Now, go get dressed for your party”.
Logan sighed and trudged out of the bathroom, “Fine,” he called over his shoulder, "but I don’t have to like it”.
Veronica shrugged her shoulders and turned to exit the bathroom herself before Logan returned, “Hey Veronica? What do you do if every time you see this one incredible woman, you think you're gonna hurl?”
She smiled at him, “I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she's yours. But if you spew and she bolts, then it was never meant to be”.