Another Taste - L/V - NC-17 - rindee
Title: Another Taste
Author: Rindee
Rating: NC-17, language, adult situations, sex, implied violence
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Lilly/Weevil
Word Count: 9,900
Summary: AU preseries fic - a sequel to A Taste of Innocence - Lilly’s alive, and she's dating Weevil, while Logan and Veronica become even closer.
A/N: A a sequel to A Taste of Innocence, which was written for the "Someone's Watching" challenge at vm_library. Written for inthevast, because she asked, and because her birthday’s coming up, and for candlewaxdreams, because she asked, and her birthday was last week. Beta’d by a fabulous, fantastic, crazy trio of the best betas a girl could ever have: rejeneration, who, I swear, can read my mind, moire2, the kewlest chick on Mount Olympus, and the incomparable, wonderful taken_with_you. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
“There you are, Veronica Mars!” Lilly slides onto the bench, slipping her arm around her best friend’s waist. “Excuse me, everyone, but I’m stealing Veronica. She and I have to plan our after school adventure.”
Looking up from his Geometry, Duncan merely nods, forcing a smile at his older sister. Trying desperately to appear as though she hasn’t been left out, Madison quickly turns to Pam and in a loud voice, begins talking about the upcoming Spring Formal, and the dress she intends to buy for it. Dick and Sean continue playing Freestyle BMX, not even registering Lilly’s presence, or Veronica’s departure. Only Logan, pretending to contemplate his pepperoni slice, is paying attention. As Lilly tugs her away, Veronica looks over her shoulder to see Logan scowling at Lilly’s back.
“Slow down, Lil, you’re gonna break my wrist. What’s the big hurry?”
“I’ve got a secret, and it’s a good one, but you have to swear you won’t tell Donut or Logan.” Still pulling on her best friend’s elbow, Lilly leads Veronica around the corner, threading their way through several neon-washed, late model muscle cars lining the driveway outside the shop class. “Especially Logan,” she adds, dropping her voice as if he can hear around the scarred brick walls.
“Okay, fine. I won’t tell Logan. What’s up?”
“You have to meet my new boyfriend.”
“You - you’re dating someone else? Someone who goes here? And you think Logan’s not going to find out? You’re crazy. What’s gonna happen the next time someone has a party?”
Lilly pats Veronica’s arm. “Relax, silly. Breathe. He’s not gonna find out because I won’t be bringing Weevil to a party any time soon.”
“Weevil?” Confusion writ large across her face, Veronica simply stares. “Who’s - ”
“Someone say my name?” Rolling up with an insolent slouch, Eli “Weevil” Navarro moves in behind Lilly. Lifting Lilly’s heavy mane off her nape, he presses a lewd kiss to her neck, his sleepy eyes giving Veronica the once-over. Slipping her hand up the back of his sleek head, Lilly tilts back to meet his lips. Hand on her waist, Weevil spins Lilly and pulls her close, murmuring “Hiya, baby,” and possessively taking her mouth in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Transfixed, Veronica watches for a moment before blushing and averting her eyes. Weevil’s hand slides down Lilly’s back, coming to rest on her round behind. Squeezing gently, he deepens the kiss. Moaning appreciatively, Lilly flattens her body on his, rubbing her breasts and belly against him.
“Tha’s my girl,” he says, breaking the kiss. “You must be Veronica,” he adds, from over Lil’s shoulder. “I’m Weevil.” He shifts Lilly to his side and holds out his hand.
Ignoring his proffer, Veronica gazes pointedly at Lilly. “Um, this - he’s - you’re dating him?”
“Don’t be rude!” Stroking his chest, Lilly’s eyes flash at Veronica, who sighs and rolls her eyes.
Nodding curtly, she manages a begrudging, “Hello, Weevil,” but her chilly tone negates her words.
“O-Kay. Nice to meet you, too. ... I gotta bounce, baby, or I’m gonna be late again, and you know I don’t need no more demerits. Ladies,” he inclines his head in Veronica’s direction, “play nice now,” he chuckles, “or I’ll have to spank you.” Slapping Lilly’s ass, he gives her a hard, quick kiss and strolls away. “See you after school, babe,” he calls over his shoulder.
“Lilly! You can’t be serious. You can’t date him - he’s a ... a thug, a gangster.”
“Duh, Veronica. That’s part of his charm. Did you see his tats? Aren’t they gorgeous? And his jacket - mmm, I just love black leather.”
Stunned, Veronica merely blinks. Lilly’s face is flushed, her breathing labored, and suddenly, Veronica realizes Lilly and Weevil must be having sex. The knowledge makes her a bit nauseous. Oh, God, Logan!
“Anyway,” Lilly continues, “I know we’re gonna have to be careful - God, Celeste’s head’d explode if she found out, and Donut would never speak to me again - and that’s where you come in.” With pleading eyes, Lilly looks at Veronica, who is staring absently at a spot over Lilly’s shoulder. “You can’t tell, but I’m meeting him after school today, so if anyone asks, we went to the mall, ‘kay? ... Veronica?” Lilly snaps her fingers in front of Veronica’s face. “Are you with me, here?”
“Huh?”
“The mall? After school? Together?”
“Yeah, sure, Lil. ‘S fine. I’ll ... I’ll cover for you.” She nods, teeth razing at her bottom lip. “I gotta - we should go, the bell’s gonna ring soon.”
~*~*~
The bell rings. Slamming shut her tattered text, American History in the 21st Century, Veronica hefts it and her notebook into her arms, moving slowly into the hallway. Ducking into her locker to deposit her books, she tries to avoid Logan and Duncan, spilling into the corridor from the opposite direction, hooting and hollering at Luke, Cole, and Meg, walking the other way.
Despite her crouched position, Duncan and Logan glide to her side. “Hey, Veronica,” Duncan murmurs, holding the locker door for her.
“‘Ronica,” Logan parrots, simpering.
“Uh, hi!” she responds brightly, standing with an armload of books. Leaning in, Duncan quickly brushes his lips over hers, taking the books from her hands. Logan looks on blandly, his bemusement signified by a quirked eyebrow only Veronica can see.
“Ready to go?” Duncan asks solicitously, throwing his arm around her neck.
“Um, yeah,” she agrees, shooting Logan a questioning look over Duncan’s shoulder. “I’m ... I’m supposed to go to the mall with Lilly this afternoon. What are you guys doing?”
“I have Student Council,” Duncan reminds her. “The fund raiser’s coming up, and we still have a lot to do, so I can’t give you a ride. Is your mom coming?” When Veronica shakes her head, Duncan shoots Logan a look. “I think Lil’s already left. Maybe Logan’s mom can drive you to the mall, and he can hang with you until Lilly gets there.”
“Um ... you don’t have to do that. I can find a ride.” Veronica glances suspiciously at Logan, who shrugs ambiguously, winking at her. “But, if it’s okay with Mrs. Echolls....”
“I’ll make sure she gets where she’s going, DK,” Logan assures, his face a blank slate.
“Great. It’s settled, then.” Smiling genially, Duncan nudges Veronica, escorting her and Logan down the hall and outside, to the circle where the Echolls limo idles. Hand on her cheek, Duncan delivers a soft kiss. “I’ll call you tonight,” he promises. “Later, man,” he bumps fists with Logan, turns and heads back inside.
Gracefully swinging open the door, Logan fingers a flourish and bows mockingly. “Veronica.”
Biting her lip nervously, she gives him a demure smile and slips into the shadowy interior. Logan follows, slamming the door behind before sliding over to sit right beside her, his rough denim jeans scratching against her soft thighs.
“Where are you going, really?” he whispers conspiratorially. “I know you’re not meeting Lilly, I saw her ditch out the back before last period.”
Still nibbling her lip, Veronica shrugs enigmatically. “Home, I guess. I’m ... you’re right, I’m not meeting Lilly. Something came up.” Obviously uncomfortable, she looks away, unable to withstand Logan’s scrutiny.
Brow raised in speculation, Logan holds up a finger, leaning toward the driver. “Where’s my mother today, Tom?”
“She said to tell you she won’t be home until later,” Tom replies. “Something about meeting your father on set in LA.”
Smiling ruefully, Logan sinks back into the seat with a whoosh. “Take us home, then.” He turns to Veronica, his dilated pupils surveying her, from the hem of her turquoise, green, and gray plaid skirt, to the vee of her aqua tee. “You said something about hanging out, right?” His fingers brush circles over her knee, tapping to the rhythm of unheard music. She stirs anxiously, uneasy desire pinking her cheeks.
“Yeah, but .... I don’t know if we should.”
“You asked me,” he reminds her delicately, his hand splayed in the bend underneath her knee.
She licks her lips in nervous anticipation. It’s all the encouragement he needs. Wedging an arm beneath her back, he lifts her sideways onto his lap, settling her bottom on his leg, slipping his hand between her thighs. Eyes shining clear and blue in the murky, filtered sunlight, she gasps, hiding her flushed face in the supple leather behind his ear. Bending his mouth to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, he licks a swatch before nipping there, his teeth fretting her smooth skin.
“Veronica,” he mumbles against her. “It’s okay ... to want ... it.” He kisses up the side of her throat, “I won’t tell anyone.” Shivering in his warm embrace, she tilts to press her lips to his ear. “What?” he drawls. “What do you want to tell me?”
Placing tiny kisses over the shell of his ear, she shakes her head desperately. “I ... I can’t. We shouldn’t - it’s not ... right.”
“What are you worried about?” he soothes, his fingers playing hypnotically up and down the silky skin of her inner thigh. “He’s never gonna know.”
Nodding against his neck, she breathes in his ear. “What if ... what if someone - Trina - sees us ... at your house?”
“Ahhh,” he sighs his understanding against her clavicle. “No problem. We can stay right here, in the car, for ... a while.” Cradling her into his chest, he sits forward. “Tom? Do you think we can drive around for a bit? My, uh, friend is enjoying the view.”
Waving his assent, Tom raises the opaque window. Logan eases back, lowering Veronica’s mouth to his. “That better?” he inquires, settling his lips over hers and darkly licking into her mouth. Nonchalantly, his hand toys with the thin, damp strip of cotton separating him from her velvety recesses.
Decision made, Veronica sighs gratefully, her mouth opening to bring his tongue deeper, her eyes fluttering shut. His laughter rumbles from depths of his chest, his ribcage vibrating against her belly as he strokes her surely with tongue and fingers. Panting in eagerness, she cups his face, kissing fiercely, as if her life depended on it. Winding his free hand under her arm, he sweeps his fingers over her breast, his middle finger centered on her puckered nipple. Gasping, she arches her back, rolling her butt over his thigh.
Suddenly, he winces. “Easy, baby. You don’t want to maim me, do you?”
Her dazed aquamarine eyes fly open, aghast. “Oh my God. I ... I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” She looks down, and, seeing his hand nestled between her legs, blushes deeply.
“I think I’ll live,” he reassures her. “But, maybe you can ....” Nudging her ass, his hand clenches her hip. Repositioning, he places her bottom squarely atop his already bulging lap, her knees straddling his thighs.
Startled by his obvious arousal, her eyes widen. “Lo - Logan,” she breathes.
Curving his fingers to rub at the dampness of her panties, he shushes her with a kiss. “It’s okay, Veronica. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.” Nodding emphatically, she smashes her lips on his, moaning and fisting his short, spiked hair as she rhythmically rocks her hips into his.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, straining against her. His hand closes over the back of her neck and he pinches lightly. “Veronica,” he hisses.
“Uh huh.” Like a china doll, her eyes clack open. “Yeah?”
Tugging at her neck, he levers her backward, grinning as he gazes into her hazy-dazy eyes. “Slow down, baby,” he huffs. “We have all afternoon.” His eyes glitter as he admires her rosy cheeks and plumped lips. She frowns, pouts, mouth quivering. “We’ll get there,” he promises. “I just....” He looks from her to his lap, and again to her face. “I don’t want to finish before you,” he says gently.
Comprehension dawns, and she blanches. “I ... I’m sorry. What do you - what should I do?” she asks, her voice small and plaintive.
“Take off your shirt,” he instructs, drilling her with a lust-filled look.
“Here? ... Now?” Her hands fly to the hem of her tee; she waits for his affirmation.
“No one can see us, I swear,” he coaxes.
She yanks her shirt over her head and, arms by her side, stares defiantly at him. He breathes deep satisfaction, relaxing into the black leather with a contented grin. “Mmm,” he murmurs. “So fuckable.” He passes his knuckles over her taut, sheathed nipples. “Now take off your bra,” he commands. Lashes fluttering rapidly, she twists her arms behind and unclasps it. Eyes trained on his smoky ones, she crosses her arms over her chest, and, reaching to her shoulders, draws the straps down her arms.
“Like this?” she teases hesitantly, hooking her finger under the center. Gracefully, she pulls it away, letting it drop to the carpet.
“Oh, yeah,” he agrees, his fingers returning to worry one nipple, then the other. Bouncing on his thighs, she arches back, inviting him to explore. He chuckles appreciatively. “Veronica Mars, you wanton hussy,” he whispers, pressing his lips to her swollen curves. He licks the outline of her areola before swiping the flat of his tongue over the hard peak.
She huffs, bracing her hands behind, on his knees, back bowed. Arm circling around to brace her, he alternates breasts, kissing, licking and sucking one, then the other. Hips rolling in tune with his mouth, she hisses when his fingers push aside her panties, hand clamping on his forearm.
“St - st - stop, Logan,” she stammers, pleading. “We shouldn’t ... shouldn’t do this. Not here. ... Not now.”
Immediately, Logan’s hand stills. He crushes her to his chest, breathing heavy, shuddering breaths. “What’s wrong?” he gasps, once he’s able to speak. “What’s going on with you, Veronica?”
“Ne - nothing. I just - we shouldn’t ....” her voice trails off, her chest still heaving.
“Hey, hey.” He nuzzles into her neck, nosing her hair aside to rest his face on her skin. “It’s okay. It’ll be our secret. I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to tell anyone. Not even my diary.”
At the mention of a diary, she giggles. Encouraged, he continues, “Veronica. If you really want me to stop,” he raises his head, searches into her luminous eyes, “I will.” He shifts underneath her, muttering. “I won’t be happy about it, but I will.” Smoothing his thumb down the curve of her cheek, he asks, “Is that it? You want to stop now?” She bites at her lip, worrying. “Just ... just tell me what’s bothering you, because I’m confused. You wanted to, this morning. Did I do something - did something happ - ”
“No, no,” she protests. “It’s not - I like this,” she presses her lips to his throat. “I like - you - you make me feel - ”
“Are you scared? Are we going too fast? Yesterday, we - ”
“ - I know,” she concurs, sealing her lips over his to silence him. “And I - you were - it was ... wonderful,” she admits shyly, kissing his cheek. “I’ve never felt ... like that before.” She sighs, willing him to forgive her for concealing the things she’s learned, but can’t summon the nerve to tell him. “I’m sorry, Logan.” She averts her face from his questioning gaze.
“Don’t worry.” He nudges his nose over her neck. “I’m good.”
“So’m I,” she informs him, kissing the sensitive hollow of his throat. “Can you - will you ... take your shirt off, too?” she implores, shimmying against him. Fingers strumming up and down her bare spine, he groans.
“Are you sure?”
“Mmmhmm,” she purrs, burrowing into his shoulder.
“You have to ... move then,” he instructs, gently laying her back. Stripping off his shirt with abandon, he growls when she presses her face to the flat of his chest. “Veronica,” he warns.
“Just - ”
Hungrily staring down at her willing lips, he gathers her to him, sighing into her open mouth. “You’re gonna kill me, yet, Veronica Mars.”
She trembles as he kisses her roughly, her petite fingers dancing up and down his muscular arms, wiggling and stretching her body against his. Once again, he slips a hand beneath her crumpled, plaid skirt, seeking her still-wet center. Quivering to his touch, she bucks her hips, lurching and whimpering when he parts her heated flesh.
“God, baby, you’re so ready,” he marvels, purposefully stroking her creamy skin.
“Uh huh,” she agrees, teeth clicking against his when she nods her head. His thumb finds her clit; she gasps in pleasure, thrusting into his hand. Palming the back of her head, he lays her over his knees and bends to her breast. Taking a rouged nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicks over it - once, twice - before he sucks, his lips harsh and urgent.
One hand clamped on his biceps, his cock throbbing against her ass, she humps his fingers until, finally, he slicks one, then two, inside her. Whimpering his name, she begs him not to stop, panting and shuddering each time he plunges into her tight pussy. Twisting, she grabs his shoulder, pulls herself up, driving his fingers deeper.
“Logan,” she huffs. “I want - need you to - wait,” she blurts suddenly.
“You’re almost there, baby,” he grumbles, fingers resting inside her.
“I - I know,” she stutters. “I want ... to feel you ... your....” She lowers her head, gazes at the bulge in his jeans. “Please,” she cajoles, cheeks flaming.
He rolls his eyes. “Now? I can’t reach - ”
“I can,” she answers, her nimble fingers descending to his zipper, waiting for permission.
“By all means, Veronica,” he concedes, slowly slithering his fingers out and in, watching her writhe as, lip caught between her teeth, she struggles to unzip him.
“Ste - stop a sec,” she moans, valiantly trying to free him. “I want you to ... with me,” she murmurs, breathless.
“Fuck! Veronica,” he growls when her hands close over his stiff cock. He circles her waist and lifts slightly, enough for her to shove his jeans down past his hips. He pulls her to him, so they’re touching, trapping his dick against her soft belly. Wide-eyed, she searches his face, trying to discern whether he’s comfortable.
When his fingers resume their deliberate assault on her slippery flesh, she sighs, gliding her hand between them to work his cock, awkwardly trying to fit her fist around him. Before she can find a rhythm, Logan begins rubbing and jerking against her stomach, the friction of her fingers and skin making him moist. Suddenly, he slides her sideways, laying her down on the broad bench seat. Frightened, her doe eyes find his, conveying her unspoken question.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he comforts. “I know you’re not ready.... Relax. You know we’re not going to do anything you don’t want.” Hurriedly kicking his jeans to the floor, he runs his hands up her unsteady legs and spreads her wide, a sweet smile stealing over his face as he watches her glazed, trusting eyes. Looming over her small body, he eases into the vee of her hips, fists his dick, and nestles it into the crease between her thigh and hip. Her mouth gapes in dizzying wonder when she feels his cock throbbing against her flesh.
“Logan,” she breathes, reaching for him.
Entranced by her obvious, unfeigned pleasure, he murmurs, “you ready?” before he covers her body with his, quickly slicking two fingers into her.
“Oh, OH, God,” she gasps, rising involuntarily to meet his downstroke. “Oh my God.”
Grunting her name as he pumps his hips, nobly struggling for control, trying not to climax too soon. Increasing the speed and pressure of his hand, he groans when she cries out, eyes rolling as she clenches around his hand.
“Oh, fuckinghell, Veronica,” he moans, clutching her fiercely as he comes, hot and sticky on her skin. Shuddering and shaking, she buries her face in his chest, unconsciously raining kisses and random bites across his skin. “C’mon, baby,” he urges. She thrusts against him, once, twice, three times before swallowing her impassioned cry. When, at last, he feels her quake and relax, he rolls onto his side, pulling her quivering body to him, smothering her in an all-encompassing embrace.
“Hey, baby,” he whispers into her flaxen hair. Hiccupping and searching for air, she tries to hide her face. “Veronica,” he croons. “Baby. God, you’re so beautiful.” He kisses her shoulder, nudges her jaw with his nose.
“Pro - promise you’ll never tell,” she begs, flushed and embarrassed.
“Tell what?” he asks, his voice hushed and reverent. She looks at him, her face somber and earnest. “And who would I tell?” he chides softly. “Lilly?”
Suddenly, Veronica freezes, remembering Lilly’s scheduled after school activity with Weevil, and the lie they’d told Duncan. “Oh, God. Lilly. I forgot....”
“I thought you said you weren’t meeting....”
“Yeah. No. We’re not ... it’s just - never mind. It’s nothing.” Worming out of Logan’s arms, she sits up, fumbling over the side for her bra and panties. “I’m sorry. I have to go home now,” she explains over her shoulder, shoving her arms into her bra and clasping it. Yanking her tee shirt over her head, she jerks her skirt down over her hips, frantically combing her fingers through her hair.
“Soo - I guess we’re not going to hang out?” Veronica rapidly shakes her head. “O-kay, well.... I guess we should get you home. Except ... I feel so used.” Smirking, Logan ducks as Veronica turns, fist clenched, to smack him.
“Hey!”
“Hey, yourself, Mars.”
Seeing his wide, silly grin, her tension slips away. She laughs loudly, and bounces back into his open arms. Glancing sideways at his face, nestled against her shoulder, she announces, sotto voce, “Hey. You don’t have any clothes on, Echolls.”
~*~*~
Breathing relief at the empty house, Veronica kisses Backup, goes straight to her room, and into her bath. Stripping off her clothing, she studies her body in the mirror, fingers tracing the small, purple blemishes blooming on her neck, breasts, and thigh. Closing her eyes, she relives the stolen moments, Logan’s hand ... there ... his lips ... everywhere ... his cock ... right here. Blushing at her thoughts, she spins the handle, hot water gushing until steam fills the room. Stepping underneath the burning spray, she soaps up and scrubs her skin until she’s pink, as if to erase the evidence.
Throwing on a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt, she combs her wet hair, laces her running shoes, and calls to Backup. Grabbing his leash, her keys and cell phone, Veronica and Backup head out the door at a trot. Seventy-five minutes later, the duo returns, out of breath and panting.
“Hi, Honey,” Keith Mars is standing at the door, telephone in hand. “There’s a boy on the phone.”
Red-faced, Veronica nods, handing off Backup’s leash and holding out her hand. Passing her the phone, Keith takes Backup inside, leaving her heaving into the receiver. Pacing the length of the porch, Veronica listens to Duncan rattle off the latest details of the upcoming Student Council silent auction, the theme they’d selected, the planned decorations, and the donations he and Madison had finagled from Elite Sports, Ruth’s Chris steakhouse, the Vineyard, Torrey Pines, and one of the pricey boutique where Celeste Kane and Lynn Echolls like to shop. Having promised to save Saturday afternoon for a trip to the pier, she says goodbye and goes in to see her dad.
Veronica finds Keith in the kitchen, making a sandwich, a wide, white napkin spread over his uniform shirt. “Hiya, Pops,” she says on the way to the refrigerator, swiping a piece of salami off his plate.
“Hello, daughter. Was that Duncan Kane on the phone?”
“Yeah. We’re going to the Pier on Saturday afternoon. ... If it’s alright with you, that is.”
“That’s fine, honey.” Fastidiously arranging lettuce and tomato on top of his sandwich meat, he watches as she gives Backup a treat, pours a glass of milk, and wiggles her hand into the cookie jar, extracting two Oreos. “Veronica?”
“Yeah, Pops?”
“I’ve noticed you’ve been seeing a lot of Duncan, lately. Are you two ... dating, or whatever the kids are calling it these days?”
“Um, yeah. I guess.” Dipping one cookie into her glass, she studies her fingers, avoiding her father’s all-knowing gaze. “Why do you ask?”
“No special reason. Veronica, your mother and I just want you to know how proud we are of you, and how much we trust you. Even though we’re not wild about the fact that you’re dating, we both know you’re a responsible kid, and we know you’re not going to do anything ... that would jeopardize your future. We know you two will take in slow, right?”
Hoping her face doesn’t show the sudden pang of guilt she feels, Veronica flashes a wobbly smile. “Yeah, sure, Dad. Duncan’s not like that....”
“I know. He comes from ... a good family.”
“Uh huh.”
~*~*~
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