Fic: Little Known Uses for a Beanbag Chair-lit_chick08
Fic Title: Little Known Uses for a Beanbag Chair
Author: lit_chick08
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Word Count: 3732
Pairing: LoVe
Summary: Logan and Veronica have it out after her testimony. Naughtiness ensues.
Spoilers: Takes place during “Happy Go Lucky”
Notes: Written for the loveathons LoVe on Trial. Also posted at my other journal total_fangirl. Feedback is always welcome, criticism or praise, and feel free to laugh at my smut
“Chlamydia, huh?”
Veronica looked up from her folded hands, irritation and disdain flashing in her eyes. Resisting the urge to punch him in the stomach, she asked, “What, you’ve decided that you can’t start conversations with just hello anymore?”
Sighing heavily, he sat beside her on the scratched bench, his tie suddenly feeling far too tight around his neck. Funny. Here he was, sitting outside the courtroom, completely free, and he felt as if it was he who had the noose around his neck rather than his father.
His father. That was a laugh. Aaron Echolls hadn’t been any sort of father to him. For the first ten years of Logan’s life, he had barely seen him; he had been in his heyday then, and Logan had watched him on the television as he accepted his Oscar, the Golden Globe, the People’s Choice Award, wondering how so many people could love him when he was such an unimaginable bastard.
When the roles started to dry up and he became another has-been, his temper had only increased. His mother had been beat for not being the perfect wife while she knew full well that he was screwing anything with breasts; Logan began to be whipped with a belt until his back tore open. That was why they had moved to Neptune; a teacher had reported the ugly welts on his back. Of course, nothing happened. He was Aaron Echolls. Why would a movie star beat his son?
If Logan was honest with himself, the idea of his father sleeping with his girlfriend wasn’t exactly a stretch of the imagination. Looking back now, he remembered the way Aaron’s eyes had followed Lilly’s movements, the way that he seemed to linger whenever she was over. Of course Logan had been dumb enough to think that Lilly thought he was just a pathetic old man. He certainly hadn’t expected to one day end up watching a video as the two of them mugged for the camera while huffing and puffing.
But what had happened to Veronica yesterday, that had surprised him. He had known that his father’s slimy attorney was going to go after her, the girlfriend that had ended up stuffed into a refrigerator that ended up on fire, the girlfriend that Aaron tried to kill to cover up the murder of his son’s other girlfriend. Sure, Logan had been expecting some asinine comments that were along the lines of Veronica being fame hungry and maybe even money hungry, but the STD thing had shocked him.
When she had asked about Duncan being with other people, he had just thought she was just being her usual, random self; if he had known that Duncan had gotten her sick, he would’ve taken it a little more seriously.
“Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you’d talk to me if I started with me asking how you were doing.”
“I talked to you the other day.”
“Yeah, to ask about Lucky, the dead foot bleacher. You’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague.”
Fury burning in her eyes, she spat, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that my behavior was inconveniencing you. What would you like me to do? Should I just sit here and listen to your latest excuses? Wait, I can’t do that. You’re not chugging from a bottle of Cristal.”
His own temper flaring, Logan snapped, “I’m sorry for what happened, but it’s not like you let me explain!”
“Let me guess.” Getting to her feet, seeming to grow inches as she puffed up in rage, she mimicked Logan’s usually relaxed speech. “Dude, it’s not what you think. See, I was just cleaning up the party and Kendall showed up. She spilled a little Pine-Sol on my shirt, so I had to take it off, and her lack of pants? She just didn’t want to get them dirty when we dusted.”
Shoving himself up to a standing position, now towering over her, he snapped, “You got me all figured out, don’t you? Logan, he’s the slut, he’s the fuck-up, he’s the one that can’t be trusted. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries to clean up cuz he’s always the same.”
“When have you ever tried to change?”
“When have I ever been given a chance?” he countered.
“You know, if this is another Logan Echolls pity party, I’m not gonna RSVP. Things are how they are because you made them this way!”
“I made them like this?! I didn’t fucking break-up with you!”
“You burnt a pool!”
“And I know it was a mistake! But I keep forgetting that no one’s ever allowed to make mistakes in Veronica’s world! No, you’re perfect, so you feel free to judge the rest of us by some fucking ruler none of us ever get to see. Well, I might be a fuck-up, but at least I managed to never get VD!”
Veronica recoiled as if smacked, and she tried to blink back the hot tears that suddenly blurred her vision. As far as low blows went, Logan had just delivered the best one he had in his arsenal, and Veronica knew that she was going to cry. And that just made her angrier because she had all ready cried too many tears because of and for him.
“You asshole,” she hissed, using her strength to push him away from her.
Regret tearing through him, Logan reached for, softly saying, “Ronnie-“
“Touch me and you’ll be testifying at my trial.”
She tried to turn on her heel to leave, but Logan caught her arm in a tight grip, refusing to budge. His breath hot against her ear, he informed her, “You’re not running this time. We’re gonna have this out.”
“If you don’t let go-“
“You’ll what? You had to hand over your taser at the door.”
Veronica opened her mouth to let loose a scream that would bring everyone in the Balboa County Courthouse running to see what was happening when Logan clapped his hand over her mouth, dragging her away from the busy hallway. She began to struggle, but Logan had fifty pounds of muscle on her and he was bound and determined to have this out.
Logan had never been known for his patience, but he thought he had been pretty goddamn understanding when it came to Veronica Mars. He could appreciate that he had fucked up last summer when he and Dick had decided to play badasses and go after the lower class of Neptune; he could understand that she was disgusted by his affair with Kendall, something that he echoed wholeheartedly. Hell, he could even admit that if she never talked to him again after that stupid epic speech at the Alterna-Prom coupled with catching him with Kendall, he would’ve understood. Messing up when Veronica was watching was his specialty; it was the universe’s way of laughing at him.
But he would never forgive himself if he didn’t grow a pair and actually explain what had happened that night at The Grand when he had watched her heart break as she boarded the elevator.
The unlocked door to his right was a holding room for child witnesses, complete with a mini-table, blocks, dolls, and a large beanbag chair. Logan marched over to the beanbag and dumped the kicking Veronica, who glared up at him as if she was about to commit murder.
“You asshole!” she spat, trying to get to her feet, having a hard time getting enough purchase to climb out of the chair without flashing her underwear at her ex.
“Just shut up and listen for once!”
“Fuck you!” Veronica retorted, forgoing propriety, planting her feet far apart, and finally standing up. Tugging down her skirt, she resisted the urge to spit at him.
Grabbing her shoulders, he requested, “Could you just give me five minutes?!”
Pushing him away, she hissed, “I all ready did. If memory serves, you lied to my face about how special I was to you and then you nailed Dick and Beaver’s stepmom again. Your time is up.”
“I didn’t fuck Kendall!” he exploded, throwing his arms up in one of the wild motions that Veronica had once found to be amusing. “If you wouldn’t have run away, I would’ve told you that!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You saw me that night! I was so drunk that I couldn’t have even found my dick, let alone put it in someone.”
“God, you’re a regular Shakespeare, aren’t you?” Veronica said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“I said that night was a blur, and it was. The last thing I remember was seeing you come in, and I started chugging so I could get up the balls to talk to you. I didn’t wake up until you knocked on the door, and when I did, I was in Duncan’s room, alone, with the door locked. I didn’t even know Kendall was there until she was behind me.”
When Veronica scoffed, he yelled, “That’s the truth, Ronnie! Now I know you don’t want to believe me, but do you really think I’d do that to you?”
“Why not?! You’re the master at hurting me, Logan! Just when I think you’re changing, you do something new to make me agree with every bad thing I’ve ever denied about you! It’s community pool arson or drunken binges or Kendall or Hannah! Do you go out of your way to make me cry or is it some natural talent?”
“I don’t want to hurt you! That’s the last thing I ever want to do!”
“All you’ve done all year is rub your little affairs in my face!”
“Says the girl who was screwing my best friend in the room next to mine!”
Veronica turned away, angry tears burning in her eyes, and she wished that she still had all that hair she had sheared off two years ago so that she could hide her face. She did not want to cry, damn it! She did not want his words to tug at her heart, to make her want to believe him with such a powerful way. God, she wished she could just erase every drop of emotion she had ever felt for Logan Echolls from her system.
But love had that way of clinging to every cell in your body and refusing to let go.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, hating how pitiful she sounded in that moment. “What do you want me to say here, Logan? Fine, I’m the slut that slept with Duncan to get over you. I’m the bitch. Happy?”
“To get over me?”
Oh, fuck. “I didn’t mean-“
“You slept with him to forget me?”
Tugging at the hem of her jacket, she started to panic, realizing she had just revealed her cards. “I meant…I was just…”
He took a step closer, personal space officially invaded, as he gently cupped her cheek. She tossed her head, trying to escape his touch, but Logan didn’t move away and didn’t try to hold her still. He just waited until she finally met his gaze, tears shimmering like diamonds on her eyelashes as she whispered, “I needed to forget how much I loved you.”
His kiss was simultaneously expected and surprising. Veronica had known the moment he touched her like that, the way he had a thousand times that summer, that he was going to try to kiss her, and the rational part of her brain balked at it. It was screaming, “Veronica Mars, you dumbass, he’s just going to hurt you again!”
But then her heart was singing, “He’s back! He’s ours again! Don’t let go! Don’t mess this up!”
At the Alterna-Prom, she had listened to her brain; here, in the children’s playroom at the Balboa County Courthouse, she was going to listen to her heart.
Logan always kissed Veronica as if he had been wandering in the desert for a thousand years and she was an oasis. Even though he seemed to change up his approach every time, endlessly catching her off guard with his latest move, he always buried his hands in her hair, holding her close to him as he feasted on her mouth. With anyone else, Veronica would’ve balked at the way he tried to control her; with Logan, it was mind numbingly erotic.
Veronica had learned last year that she could give as good as she got. For all of his womanizing ways, it was easy to play Logan once he was aroused, which, if the hardness poking into her stomach was any indication, he certainly was. As Logan began to pepper her neck with moist kisses, Veronica slid her hands beneath his jacket, her hands playing over the muscled planes of his chest hidden by the fabric. When she lightly ran her nails over his abs, ending at his belt, Logan pulled back panting, staring at her with those annoyingly expressive eyes.
Veronica had no idea what he was looking for, but whatever it was, he must’ve found it because the next thing she knew, her jacket was on the ground along with his, and Logan was all but tearing his tie off while Veronica lightly sucked on his Adam’s apple, her hands tentatively unfastening his belt.
In the back of her mind, Veronica could not believe that she was a willing participant to a sex act in a children’s playroom when anyone could walk in. In the front of her mind, she did not care, especially when Logan’s expert hands began to slowly unbutton her blouse.
Logan’s hands were all but shaking as he unbuttoned Veronica’s shirt, each button revealing more white skin that he wanted to shower kisses upon. He could almost taste the salt on her skin as it slid from her body, and he decided that was exactly what he was going to do. Picking her up, his muscles flexing, Veronica instinctively tightened her legs around his waist, feeling off-balance in the best way as he tilted her back and began to kiss her breast bone, his mouth never lifting from her skin as he unhooked her bra, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.
His mouth was hot against her, and when his breath misted over her right nipple, Veronica rocked impatiently, wanting to feel the pleasure that he was offering. With a smile, he answered her silent plea, slipping the nipple inside of his mouth, lightly circling it with his tongue before nursing at her breast. Her movements became more aggressive; her hands clawing him closer, and Logan almost lost his balance as her hips banged roughly against his erection.
He lifted his head, prompting Veronica to mewl in discontent before he lowered her back on the beanbag he had first thrown her into. The moment she was there, he practically flew back to her breasts, Veronica gratefully sinking her fingers into his spiky hair, moaning in pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful,” Logan panted against her, his hands slowly venturing behind her back, finding the zipper of her skirt and lowering it with caution, just waiting for her protest. When nothing he came, he slid it down her legs, leaving her lying there in nothing but a lacy black thong that caused his blood pressure to skyrocket.
After a moment, Veronica began to feel painfully self-conscious. She knew that her body was boyish compared to Kendall’s, and she wanted him to quit staring. When she lifted her hands to cover herself, Logan caught them, pressing a kiss to each palm as he assured her, “No one is as beautiful as you, Ronnie. No one.”
“Mind reader,” she teased, hoping to lighten the situation as she urged him back, straddling his hips, freeing him of his shirt. She began to trail kisses down the meridian of his body, starting at his throat and ending at his belt buckle. His breathing was harsh, his eyes closed to control himself, and he nearly folded in two when Veronica finally touched him where he needed it most.
“God!” he hissed.
“I prefer Ronnie, but whatever gets you there.”
His playful glare disappeared as his eyes slowly rolled backwards as Veronica tugged his belt out of the loops, easing the zipper down as if she had done this a hundred times before and wasn’t terrified. Her hands determinedly worked his pants down his legs, momentarily cursing when she had to stop to take off his shoes, and then she decided to be bold and took his boxers too.
There he was, Logan Echolls, the only man that had ever been able to turn her inside and out with only a look, lying naked on the floor, his dick standing tall and proud, his eyes hungry for her…with a Cabbage Patch doll directly next to his head.
She couldn’t help it; she started to giggle.
Somewhat offended, Logan sat up. “You know, most guys don’t like it when the girl they’re about to have sex with starts to laugh.”
Veronica just pointed to the doll, the one that was smiling at her with its yellow yarn hair in pigtails, and Logan couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Yes, very funny. Now, we were kinda in the middle of something…”
As they kissed, slower this time, savoring the other, Veronica reached down, finding where he was hot and hard, and gently began to run her hand up and down the length of him. Logan moaned into her mouth, his own hand reaching down to slide into the front of her underwear, his questing fingers not stopping until he found the wetness that seemed to coat his fingers. As Veronica lightly trailed her fingers along the pulsing vein beneath him, Logan eased one finger inside of her depths.
Her cry echoed throughout the room, and Logan momentarily stilled; he had forgotten how vocal she could be. Making sure that his mouth was sealed over hers, he began to stroke in time with her touches against him, first one finger, then two. As Veronica’s touch became rougher, more desperate, Logan began to rub the spongy mass inside of her while his thumb worked her clit. He knew if he came, the fun was over, but he would be damned if she didn’t cum as much as possible.
The moment his fingers became more active, Veronica had to let go of him, her hands now clutching his shoulders as she all but rode his hand, crying out her pleasure, mixing his name with “God” and “yes.” When she finally came, it was a beautiful sight, her blonde hair whipping around her face, her entire body flushed pink. As she slowly came down, Logan impatiently tugged her thong down her body, finally seeing her naked for the first time.
“Mmm, Logan,” she cooed as he moved back onto the beanbag chair, tossing the doll away from him, easing her over his body. Her eyes were heavy, shining with pleasure, and she sighed, “Oh, I missed you.”
It was all he could take. Gently, he brought her slim hips down. At the feel of her sex against his, he bucked up, and Veronica met him, their cries becoming one. When he felt Veronica’s pelvis against his own, he realized that he was fully seated within Veronica Mars, the love of his life, and he started when he realized that a tear had escaped his eye.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her forehead resting against his, fear ripping through her that she had done something wrong.
“I love you,” was all he offered, his hands on her waist encouraging her to move. “I love you.”
They moved together, trying to show the other how much they really did care, how much they had missed each other. They had missed out on so much in the past year, and they would be damned if this wasn’t as good as they had always imagined.
And they had imagined it a great deal.
Veronica had never had sex like this before, but Logan was more than willing to help her out. Of course, being Veronica Mars, she caught on quick, and soon Logan was moaning beneath her as his hands cupped her breasts, bouncing with every movement. As his thumbs strummed her nipples, causing her to break her rhythm every time, Veronica felt that he was meeting her thrusts with more power, his face tight with control. Realizing that he needed to cum, she took one of his hands and, almost shyly, put it to her center.
“I want to cum with you,” she whispered, the words sounding unbearably sweet to Logan.
As he began to massage her clit, his kisses wetter against her throat and face, Veronica slammed down hard as she climaxed, Logan following suit, holding her to him as she clenched around him, drawing out every drop of pleasure he had. They clung to each other, both sweaty with exertion, and Veronica dropped her head against his shoulder.
Breath hot against his ear, she mused, “Why didn’t we ever end a fight like this before?”
His laugh was genuine as he stroked her hair. “I think we should end every fight like this.”
Before she could answer, her cell phone began to ring, and, though Logan protested, she moved off of him to her purse. Seeing her father’s name, she tried to steady her breathing as she answered, “Hey, Dad.”
“Where’d you go, sweetie?”
“I, um, I caught a ride with Logan,” she replied, not entirely lying. “He’s comforting me.”
“Comforting you,” Keith echoed, disapproval evident in his tone.
“Yep. I’ll see you back at the house, okay?”
“Be careful, Veronica,” was all he offered before they hung up.
As Logan began to get dressed, he quipped, “Should I be fearing for my life?”
Drawing her clothes back on, seeing the wrinkles that were going to be obvious when she got home, she said, “Maybe a little.”
“Can I borrow your taser?”
Veronica laughed. Okay, things weren’t even close to perfect, and they had miles to go before they could sleep, but at least they were back on the path and that was all that mattered right now. Worrying about Aaron and Woody could wait for today; she had much more pressing issues.
Like how she was going to keep her father from killing her boyfriend, who was currently doing sinfully good things to her neck.
I’ll worry about it tomorrow.
Author: lit_chick08
Rating: NC-17 for sex
Word Count: 3732
Pairing: LoVe
Summary: Logan and Veronica have it out after her testimony. Naughtiness ensues.
Spoilers: Takes place during “Happy Go Lucky”
Notes: Written for the loveathons LoVe on Trial. Also posted at my other journal total_fangirl. Feedback is always welcome, criticism or praise, and feel free to laugh at my smut
“Chlamydia, huh?”
Veronica looked up from her folded hands, irritation and disdain flashing in her eyes. Resisting the urge to punch him in the stomach, she asked, “What, you’ve decided that you can’t start conversations with just hello anymore?”
Sighing heavily, he sat beside her on the scratched bench, his tie suddenly feeling far too tight around his neck. Funny. Here he was, sitting outside the courtroom, completely free, and he felt as if it was he who had the noose around his neck rather than his father.
His father. That was a laugh. Aaron Echolls hadn’t been any sort of father to him. For the first ten years of Logan’s life, he had barely seen him; he had been in his heyday then, and Logan had watched him on the television as he accepted his Oscar, the Golden Globe, the People’s Choice Award, wondering how so many people could love him when he was such an unimaginable bastard.
When the roles started to dry up and he became another has-been, his temper had only increased. His mother had been beat for not being the perfect wife while she knew full well that he was screwing anything with breasts; Logan began to be whipped with a belt until his back tore open. That was why they had moved to Neptune; a teacher had reported the ugly welts on his back. Of course, nothing happened. He was Aaron Echolls. Why would a movie star beat his son?
If Logan was honest with himself, the idea of his father sleeping with his girlfriend wasn’t exactly a stretch of the imagination. Looking back now, he remembered the way Aaron’s eyes had followed Lilly’s movements, the way that he seemed to linger whenever she was over. Of course Logan had been dumb enough to think that Lilly thought he was just a pathetic old man. He certainly hadn’t expected to one day end up watching a video as the two of them mugged for the camera while huffing and puffing.
But what had happened to Veronica yesterday, that had surprised him. He had known that his father’s slimy attorney was going to go after her, the girlfriend that had ended up stuffed into a refrigerator that ended up on fire, the girlfriend that Aaron tried to kill to cover up the murder of his son’s other girlfriend. Sure, Logan had been expecting some asinine comments that were along the lines of Veronica being fame hungry and maybe even money hungry, but the STD thing had shocked him.
When she had asked about Duncan being with other people, he had just thought she was just being her usual, random self; if he had known that Duncan had gotten her sick, he would’ve taken it a little more seriously.
“Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you’d talk to me if I started with me asking how you were doing.”
“I talked to you the other day.”
“Yeah, to ask about Lucky, the dead foot bleacher. You’ve been avoiding me like the fucking plague.”
Fury burning in her eyes, she spat, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that my behavior was inconveniencing you. What would you like me to do? Should I just sit here and listen to your latest excuses? Wait, I can’t do that. You’re not chugging from a bottle of Cristal.”
His own temper flaring, Logan snapped, “I’m sorry for what happened, but it’s not like you let me explain!”
“Let me guess.” Getting to her feet, seeming to grow inches as she puffed up in rage, she mimicked Logan’s usually relaxed speech. “Dude, it’s not what you think. See, I was just cleaning up the party and Kendall showed up. She spilled a little Pine-Sol on my shirt, so I had to take it off, and her lack of pants? She just didn’t want to get them dirty when we dusted.”
Shoving himself up to a standing position, now towering over her, he snapped, “You got me all figured out, don’t you? Logan, he’s the slut, he’s the fuck-up, he’s the one that can’t be trusted. It doesn’t matter how hard he tries to clean up cuz he’s always the same.”
“When have you ever tried to change?”
“When have I ever been given a chance?” he countered.
“You know, if this is another Logan Echolls pity party, I’m not gonna RSVP. Things are how they are because you made them this way!”
“I made them like this?! I didn’t fucking break-up with you!”
“You burnt a pool!”
“And I know it was a mistake! But I keep forgetting that no one’s ever allowed to make mistakes in Veronica’s world! No, you’re perfect, so you feel free to judge the rest of us by some fucking ruler none of us ever get to see. Well, I might be a fuck-up, but at least I managed to never get VD!”
Veronica recoiled as if smacked, and she tried to blink back the hot tears that suddenly blurred her vision. As far as low blows went, Logan had just delivered the best one he had in his arsenal, and Veronica knew that she was going to cry. And that just made her angrier because she had all ready cried too many tears because of and for him.
“You asshole,” she hissed, using her strength to push him away from her.
Regret tearing through him, Logan reached for, softly saying, “Ronnie-“
“Touch me and you’ll be testifying at my trial.”
She tried to turn on her heel to leave, but Logan caught her arm in a tight grip, refusing to budge. His breath hot against her ear, he informed her, “You’re not running this time. We’re gonna have this out.”
“If you don’t let go-“
“You’ll what? You had to hand over your taser at the door.”
Veronica opened her mouth to let loose a scream that would bring everyone in the Balboa County Courthouse running to see what was happening when Logan clapped his hand over her mouth, dragging her away from the busy hallway. She began to struggle, but Logan had fifty pounds of muscle on her and he was bound and determined to have this out.
Logan had never been known for his patience, but he thought he had been pretty goddamn understanding when it came to Veronica Mars. He could appreciate that he had fucked up last summer when he and Dick had decided to play badasses and go after the lower class of Neptune; he could understand that she was disgusted by his affair with Kendall, something that he echoed wholeheartedly. Hell, he could even admit that if she never talked to him again after that stupid epic speech at the Alterna-Prom coupled with catching him with Kendall, he would’ve understood. Messing up when Veronica was watching was his specialty; it was the universe’s way of laughing at him.
But he would never forgive himself if he didn’t grow a pair and actually explain what had happened that night at The Grand when he had watched her heart break as she boarded the elevator.
The unlocked door to his right was a holding room for child witnesses, complete with a mini-table, blocks, dolls, and a large beanbag chair. Logan marched over to the beanbag and dumped the kicking Veronica, who glared up at him as if she was about to commit murder.
“You asshole!” she spat, trying to get to her feet, having a hard time getting enough purchase to climb out of the chair without flashing her underwear at her ex.
“Just shut up and listen for once!”
“Fuck you!” Veronica retorted, forgoing propriety, planting her feet far apart, and finally standing up. Tugging down her skirt, she resisted the urge to spit at him.
Grabbing her shoulders, he requested, “Could you just give me five minutes?!”
Pushing him away, she hissed, “I all ready did. If memory serves, you lied to my face about how special I was to you and then you nailed Dick and Beaver’s stepmom again. Your time is up.”
“I didn’t fuck Kendall!” he exploded, throwing his arms up in one of the wild motions that Veronica had once found to be amusing. “If you wouldn’t have run away, I would’ve told you that!”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You saw me that night! I was so drunk that I couldn’t have even found my dick, let alone put it in someone.”
“God, you’re a regular Shakespeare, aren’t you?” Veronica said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
“I said that night was a blur, and it was. The last thing I remember was seeing you come in, and I started chugging so I could get up the balls to talk to you. I didn’t wake up until you knocked on the door, and when I did, I was in Duncan’s room, alone, with the door locked. I didn’t even know Kendall was there until she was behind me.”
When Veronica scoffed, he yelled, “That’s the truth, Ronnie! Now I know you don’t want to believe me, but do you really think I’d do that to you?”
“Why not?! You’re the master at hurting me, Logan! Just when I think you’re changing, you do something new to make me agree with every bad thing I’ve ever denied about you! It’s community pool arson or drunken binges or Kendall or Hannah! Do you go out of your way to make me cry or is it some natural talent?”
“I don’t want to hurt you! That’s the last thing I ever want to do!”
“All you’ve done all year is rub your little affairs in my face!”
“Says the girl who was screwing my best friend in the room next to mine!”
Veronica turned away, angry tears burning in her eyes, and she wished that she still had all that hair she had sheared off two years ago so that she could hide her face. She did not want to cry, damn it! She did not want his words to tug at her heart, to make her want to believe him with such a powerful way. God, she wished she could just erase every drop of emotion she had ever felt for Logan Echolls from her system.
But love had that way of clinging to every cell in your body and refusing to let go.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, hating how pitiful she sounded in that moment. “What do you want me to say here, Logan? Fine, I’m the slut that slept with Duncan to get over you. I’m the bitch. Happy?”
“To get over me?”
Oh, fuck. “I didn’t mean-“
“You slept with him to forget me?”
Tugging at the hem of her jacket, she started to panic, realizing she had just revealed her cards. “I meant…I was just…”
He took a step closer, personal space officially invaded, as he gently cupped her cheek. She tossed her head, trying to escape his touch, but Logan didn’t move away and didn’t try to hold her still. He just waited until she finally met his gaze, tears shimmering like diamonds on her eyelashes as she whispered, “I needed to forget how much I loved you.”
His kiss was simultaneously expected and surprising. Veronica had known the moment he touched her like that, the way he had a thousand times that summer, that he was going to try to kiss her, and the rational part of her brain balked at it. It was screaming, “Veronica Mars, you dumbass, he’s just going to hurt you again!”
But then her heart was singing, “He’s back! He’s ours again! Don’t let go! Don’t mess this up!”
At the Alterna-Prom, she had listened to her brain; here, in the children’s playroom at the Balboa County Courthouse, she was going to listen to her heart.
Logan always kissed Veronica as if he had been wandering in the desert for a thousand years and she was an oasis. Even though he seemed to change up his approach every time, endlessly catching her off guard with his latest move, he always buried his hands in her hair, holding her close to him as he feasted on her mouth. With anyone else, Veronica would’ve balked at the way he tried to control her; with Logan, it was mind numbingly erotic.
Veronica had learned last year that she could give as good as she got. For all of his womanizing ways, it was easy to play Logan once he was aroused, which, if the hardness poking into her stomach was any indication, he certainly was. As Logan began to pepper her neck with moist kisses, Veronica slid her hands beneath his jacket, her hands playing over the muscled planes of his chest hidden by the fabric. When she lightly ran her nails over his abs, ending at his belt, Logan pulled back panting, staring at her with those annoyingly expressive eyes.
Veronica had no idea what he was looking for, but whatever it was, he must’ve found it because the next thing she knew, her jacket was on the ground along with his, and Logan was all but tearing his tie off while Veronica lightly sucked on his Adam’s apple, her hands tentatively unfastening his belt.
In the back of her mind, Veronica could not believe that she was a willing participant to a sex act in a children’s playroom when anyone could walk in. In the front of her mind, she did not care, especially when Logan’s expert hands began to slowly unbutton her blouse.
Logan’s hands were all but shaking as he unbuttoned Veronica’s shirt, each button revealing more white skin that he wanted to shower kisses upon. He could almost taste the salt on her skin as it slid from her body, and he decided that was exactly what he was going to do. Picking her up, his muscles flexing, Veronica instinctively tightened her legs around his waist, feeling off-balance in the best way as he tilted her back and began to kiss her breast bone, his mouth never lifting from her skin as he unhooked her bra, tossing it carelessly over his shoulder.
His mouth was hot against her, and when his breath misted over her right nipple, Veronica rocked impatiently, wanting to feel the pleasure that he was offering. With a smile, he answered her silent plea, slipping the nipple inside of his mouth, lightly circling it with his tongue before nursing at her breast. Her movements became more aggressive; her hands clawing him closer, and Logan almost lost his balance as her hips banged roughly against his erection.
He lifted his head, prompting Veronica to mewl in discontent before he lowered her back on the beanbag he had first thrown her into. The moment she was there, he practically flew back to her breasts, Veronica gratefully sinking her fingers into his spiky hair, moaning in pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful,” Logan panted against her, his hands slowly venturing behind her back, finding the zipper of her skirt and lowering it with caution, just waiting for her protest. When nothing he came, he slid it down her legs, leaving her lying there in nothing but a lacy black thong that caused his blood pressure to skyrocket.
After a moment, Veronica began to feel painfully self-conscious. She knew that her body was boyish compared to Kendall’s, and she wanted him to quit staring. When she lifted her hands to cover herself, Logan caught them, pressing a kiss to each palm as he assured her, “No one is as beautiful as you, Ronnie. No one.”
“Mind reader,” she teased, hoping to lighten the situation as she urged him back, straddling his hips, freeing him of his shirt. She began to trail kisses down the meridian of his body, starting at his throat and ending at his belt buckle. His breathing was harsh, his eyes closed to control himself, and he nearly folded in two when Veronica finally touched him where he needed it most.
“God!” he hissed.
“I prefer Ronnie, but whatever gets you there.”
His playful glare disappeared as his eyes slowly rolled backwards as Veronica tugged his belt out of the loops, easing the zipper down as if she had done this a hundred times before and wasn’t terrified. Her hands determinedly worked his pants down his legs, momentarily cursing when she had to stop to take off his shoes, and then she decided to be bold and took his boxers too.
There he was, Logan Echolls, the only man that had ever been able to turn her inside and out with only a look, lying naked on the floor, his dick standing tall and proud, his eyes hungry for her…with a Cabbage Patch doll directly next to his head.
She couldn’t help it; she started to giggle.
Somewhat offended, Logan sat up. “You know, most guys don’t like it when the girl they’re about to have sex with starts to laugh.”
Veronica just pointed to the doll, the one that was smiling at her with its yellow yarn hair in pigtails, and Logan couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Yes, very funny. Now, we were kinda in the middle of something…”
As they kissed, slower this time, savoring the other, Veronica reached down, finding where he was hot and hard, and gently began to run her hand up and down the length of him. Logan moaned into her mouth, his own hand reaching down to slide into the front of her underwear, his questing fingers not stopping until he found the wetness that seemed to coat his fingers. As Veronica lightly trailed her fingers along the pulsing vein beneath him, Logan eased one finger inside of her depths.
Her cry echoed throughout the room, and Logan momentarily stilled; he had forgotten how vocal she could be. Making sure that his mouth was sealed over hers, he began to stroke in time with her touches against him, first one finger, then two. As Veronica’s touch became rougher, more desperate, Logan began to rub the spongy mass inside of her while his thumb worked her clit. He knew if he came, the fun was over, but he would be damned if she didn’t cum as much as possible.
The moment his fingers became more active, Veronica had to let go of him, her hands now clutching his shoulders as she all but rode his hand, crying out her pleasure, mixing his name with “God” and “yes.” When she finally came, it was a beautiful sight, her blonde hair whipping around her face, her entire body flushed pink. As she slowly came down, Logan impatiently tugged her thong down her body, finally seeing her naked for the first time.
“Mmm, Logan,” she cooed as he moved back onto the beanbag chair, tossing the doll away from him, easing her over his body. Her eyes were heavy, shining with pleasure, and she sighed, “Oh, I missed you.”
It was all he could take. Gently, he brought her slim hips down. At the feel of her sex against his, he bucked up, and Veronica met him, their cries becoming one. When he felt Veronica’s pelvis against his own, he realized that he was fully seated within Veronica Mars, the love of his life, and he started when he realized that a tear had escaped his eye.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her forehead resting against his, fear ripping through her that she had done something wrong.
“I love you,” was all he offered, his hands on her waist encouraging her to move. “I love you.”
They moved together, trying to show the other how much they really did care, how much they had missed each other. They had missed out on so much in the past year, and they would be damned if this wasn’t as good as they had always imagined.
And they had imagined it a great deal.
Veronica had never had sex like this before, but Logan was more than willing to help her out. Of course, being Veronica Mars, she caught on quick, and soon Logan was moaning beneath her as his hands cupped her breasts, bouncing with every movement. As his thumbs strummed her nipples, causing her to break her rhythm every time, Veronica felt that he was meeting her thrusts with more power, his face tight with control. Realizing that he needed to cum, she took one of his hands and, almost shyly, put it to her center.
“I want to cum with you,” she whispered, the words sounding unbearably sweet to Logan.
As he began to massage her clit, his kisses wetter against her throat and face, Veronica slammed down hard as she climaxed, Logan following suit, holding her to him as she clenched around him, drawing out every drop of pleasure he had. They clung to each other, both sweaty with exertion, and Veronica dropped her head against his shoulder.
Breath hot against his ear, she mused, “Why didn’t we ever end a fight like this before?”
His laugh was genuine as he stroked her hair. “I think we should end every fight like this.”
Before she could answer, her cell phone began to ring, and, though Logan protested, she moved off of him to her purse. Seeing her father’s name, she tried to steady her breathing as she answered, “Hey, Dad.”
“Where’d you go, sweetie?”
“I, um, I caught a ride with Logan,” she replied, not entirely lying. “He’s comforting me.”
“Comforting you,” Keith echoed, disapproval evident in his tone.
“Yep. I’ll see you back at the house, okay?”
“Be careful, Veronica,” was all he offered before they hung up.
As Logan began to get dressed, he quipped, “Should I be fearing for my life?”
Drawing her clothes back on, seeing the wrinkles that were going to be obvious when she got home, she said, “Maybe a little.”
“Can I borrow your taser?”
Veronica laughed. Okay, things weren’t even close to perfect, and they had miles to go before they could sleep, but at least they were back on the path and that was all that mattered right now. Worrying about Aaron and Woody could wait for today; she had much more pressing issues.
Like how she was going to keep her father from killing her boyfriend, who was currently doing sinfully good things to her neck.
I’ll worry about it tomorrow.