Masked Merriment
Title: Masked Merriment
Author: Snuffybaby
Disclaimer: RT owns the VM universe.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LoVe… what else?
Spoilers: up to 207 just in case
Word Count: 8,630
Summary: Loveathon’s Masquerade Challenge… Shelly Pomeroy’s hosting another party…
Author’s Note: First, I want to say that without all the extensions I wouldn’t have been able to finish this story…. So thank you so much for the inadvertent postponement of the deadline… second, even with the extension it didn’t quite turn out the way I had originally planned, but I’m relatively happy with the way this story turned out… so enjoy. Thirdly, sorry for the sucky title... I was drawing a blank
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Logan had grumbled the entire way to Shelly's. He hadn't wanted to go to her party, but Dick and Sean had decided to drag him there against his wishes. He had grumbled further when he discovered that it was a masquerade party. He really didn't want to be spending his New Year's like this.
Rolling his eyes at all the costumed people, he dropped the mask Dick had given him and headed straight to the alcohol. He figured he might as well get drunk on free booze. Grabbing a beer, he chugged it before grabbing another and proceeding to find somewhere to sit. He slumped down on an empty sofa chair, nursing his beer in silence, nodding to people who greeted him, although with all the masks going around, he didn't have a clue who anyone was - not that he really cared.
Because of his quiet brooding, it was awhile before he noticed the solid stare aimed towards him.
Across the room, directly in front of him was something pulled straight from his fantasies. Leaning against the far wall was a petite black-haired beauty with a tight body. She was dressed in a white buttoned up shirt that was so tight across the chest the buttons looked like they were going to pop. Her pleated blue plaid skirt demurely hit a couple inches above her knees, but what spiked Logan's libido were the white knee socks that encased her tone calves.
He took a deep gulp from his beer as he watched her watch him. Studying what features he could, he couldn't recognize her with her white mask covering the top half of her face. What he could see though her mask was the look in her eyes. It was a look he knew well.
Lust. Pure unadulterated lust.
He swallowed hard when she pulled the cherry from her drink and sucked it into her mouth between her luscious lips. He shifted in his seat when she spat the pit into her empty glass before setting it down and making her way over to him.
Logan's eyes followed her as she approached him, closing when she straddled his lap. Taking a minute to gather himself, he opened his eyes to offer her a smirk. "Well, aren't you a little forward?"
She simply smiled in answer before bringing her lips down to meet his.
Not in the mood to do anything but indulge his fantasy, he succumbed to her advances. He leaned back allowing her to drive, his lips moving in response to hers. Relaxing into her soft caresses, Logan left his arms laid across the arm rests until she moved to press her lower body against him. That small action forced his attention and his arms moved to wrap around her body. Holding her firmly against him, he began to avidly participate in their embrace.
Her lips were having a dizzying effect on him, as one hand slid up her shirt to touch her soft, bare skin. Logan was quickly distracted again when she tugged his own shirt up so that her warm hands could run across his hard abs. He hissed in pleasure when her mouth pulled away to nuzzle against his neck. Tongue, lips and teeth working in tandem to entice him, his own lips landed in light kisses wherever he could reach.
He was pulled from his bliss when she suddenly pulled back and studied him seriously. He frowned in wonder, curious to know what she was about to do. He got his answer when she surreptitiously slipped her hands under her skirt to undo his pants. Her eyes were on him the entire time, watching for his reaction.
Logan didn't know if it was because he was drunk or if he was too caught up in the moment, but he simply sat there. The little minx in his lap surprised him by her wanton behavior, but he didn't seem to mind. He'd decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. He made no protest when he felt her hands undo his jeans. He definitely made no protest when those same hands wandered down his pants to fondle his balls. It was when she pulled her underwear aside and slipped him inside her that his arms tightened around her, trapping her against him, preventing any further movement.
Taking this time to examine his predicament, he took in the fact that they were sitting in the middle of a crowded living room with a party going on around them. No one seemed to notice or care that he was making out with a girl on the couch, not that that was unusual behavior for him. Most of all, with her skirt hiding their activity, no one could see that they were having sex.
Trying to take stock of the situation, his mind was fuddled by her warm sheath gripping him. He looked up at the girl. "Maybe we should take our little party somewhere else?"
Giving him a sexy grin, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, before pressing her lips against his.
Taking that as a positive response, Logan managed to pull himself to a standing position with the hellion wrapped around him. Once upright, he somehow managed to maneuver them into an empty bedroom, all the while with her mouth doing unspeakable things to the side of his neck and his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
Logan landed on his back with a groan as she chose that moment to clench her inner muscles around him.
Locked privately in a bedroom, she lifted herself up and began to ride him without further ado. He laid back and basked in the nice, slow rhythm she adopted. The tension in his body built and his hands began to itch for action. Pulling his body up, he grabbed both sides of her shirt and pulled, buttons coming undone to reveal the white perfection hidden beneath. With her shirt gaping open, his mouth landed on her collarbone. He was content to feast on her soft skin while she did all the work until her slow, steady pace began to kill him.
Flipping her over on to her back, he smirked at her, "I hope you don't mind if I take the reins." Without waiting for a response, he began driving into her at a break neck pace, pounding into her as his left hand went in search of her clit. Staring into her eyes, he pushed her closer and closer to the edge as he took over. He delighted in seizing her control, watching her yield to his administrations.
His eyes almost rolled back in his head as her back arched and her muscles began to clench and ripple around him, creating a death grip on his rock hard member, as she screamed, "God!"
Gritting his teeth, he managed to maintain his composure for three deep hard thrusts before submitting to his explosive orgasm. Spewing his juices inside her, he braced his weight on his arms as he collapsed on top of her.
Logan could feel her breath whispering passed his neck as she panted for breath. He smirked against her neck. "My name's Logan."
Laughing lightly, she fingered the name tag on his shirt. Her attention was suddenly drawn away by the rustling noise from the sliding door that led to a balcony.
Logan turned to the noise and groaned when he saw Dick and Cassidy peeping on them. "Fuck." He rolled off his Catholic schoolgirl, zipping up his pants as he went. Standing to block the Casablancas' view, he stalked toward them. "What the hell?" he glowered. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Dick nodded, too lost for words.
Cassidy was too busy looking away.
Logan shook his head in annoyance, but turned back to see that she had stood, buttoning her shirt back together. "I guess that's the end of our night."
She walked up to him and kissed him deeply on the lips before backing away and out of the room.
Logan fell back on the bed, an arm slung over his eyes.
"Who was that?" Dick asked when he finally found his tongue.
"No idea. She was wearing her mask the entire time."
Cassidy frowned, "What? You just walked up to her and asked her if she wanted to have sex?"
"No, she came to me."
Dick sighed, "You have all the luck, man."
Pushing himself back to his feet, Logan muttered, "I need a drink."
Dick and Cassidy followed after him.
Logan commented as they rejoined the party, "I don't need to hear about this from anyone."
"Don't worry," Dick grinned. "It's not like we could see anything. You were both fully clothed the entire time... except for the nice view of Schoolgirl's naughty black bra."
Wanting to change the subject, Cassidy asked the first thing that came to mind, "Did you see Veronica?"
Dick whistled, "Damn, she was looking hot earlier."
"Why?" Logan glared.
Dick and Cassidy glanced around the room, trying to find the blond in question.
Cassidy finally spotted her coming back from the kitchen. "Over there."
Logan turned from pouring himself some vodka and almost swallowed his tongue when he saw her.
Her long blond hair left down in waves, Veronica was laced up in a tight black leather bustier that squeezed and lifted in all the right places. Below the bustier was a black tulle skirt that fell to her knees. Covering her eyes was a typical black masquerade mask, doing nothing to hide her identity.
Taking a deep gulp, Logan quickly poured some more vodka.
She walked up to the table beside them intent on pouring a drink of her own. She looked up at Logan, cocking her head to the side. "What are you supposed to be?"
Smirking, he tapped the name tag he'd stuck to his shirt.
Finally noticing it, she saw that it was a 'My Name Is...' sticker. The corners of her lips lifted when she saw that he'd written 'GOD' in the space provided. "Love the effort."
"What are you supposed to be?" Logan asked, trying hard to keep the snark from his tone. "Dominatrix Barbie?"
She rolled her eyes, "Meg just threw some clothes at me and made me put them on."
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "What'd she come as?"
"She's Glinda the Good." She shrugged, "So I guess that means I'm the Wicked Witch."
"East or West?" Cassidy asked curiously.
Veronica proceeded to tap her heals together, drawing their attention down to the ruby slippers that encased her feet. "I'd prefer being the one crushed by the house than the ugly, green hag that gets taken down by a puddle of water." She looked at Logan, "Plus, I don't have any flying monkeys."
"Where is Meg?" Dick asked curiously.
"Veronica, where were you?" Meg called from the door in a huff. "I've been looking for you."
"Just chatting with God here and his..." she finally looked at Cassidy's and Dick's costumes. "Pirates?"
Dick grumbled, "I'm Zorro." He started to flutter his cape in demonstration.
Cassidy blushed, "I had an eye patch, but I took it off."
"It threw off his depth perception," his brother laughed. "He accidentally grabbed some girl's breast earlier when he meant to shake her hand."
Veronica patted his arm in reassurance, before asking Meg, "So why were you looking for me?"
In a flutter of pink, Meg grabbed Veronica's arms and dragged her away. "Shelly's demanding that we play spin the bottle and I thought it would be safer if you were with me."
"Safer how?" Veronica narrowed her eyes.
"We can duck out early if we get tired of playing. Then I won't be forced to drink myself silly to avoid remembering this horrific event."
"We could just leave now."
"No way. If we leave I have to go home and I'm tired of being cooped up in my room with my parents watching my every move."
"Alright, I'll play." The smaller blond reminded her, "You shouldn't be drinking anyway. You're still on medication."
"That's not going to stop me if I am forced to endure this alone."
Settling in the living room with the rest of the party members, Veronica asked Meg, "Why do we even have to play?"
"It's supposed to be fun," she answered with mock cheer. "We'll have the mystery of wondering who we've been kissing, even though it's obvious who everyone is. No one tried really hard to disguise themselves."
"Except that Catholic schoolgirl," Dick interrupted their private conversation. "No one knows who she is."
Meg frowned, "What Catholic schoolgirl?"
Casey walked up and handed both girls a soda. "The one that Logan disappeared into a room with earlier."
Looking around, Meg commented, "Well, she's not here anymore."
Casey settled on the couch beside Veronica. "Aren't you looking dominating tonight?"
Veronica glared at Meg. "I'm never letting you dress me again."
"Why not?" Meg pouted, "You look nice."
"She looks hot," Dick corrected.
"I seem to always end up in a tight black bustier when you dress me," Veronica pointed out.
"Is there something you're not telling us, Meg?" Logan teased as he settled on the floor in front of them.
Meg blushed hotly. "They're my clothes. I just don't have the guts to wear them, so I make Veronica do it."
"So you're living vicariously through me," Veronica summarized. Shrugging, she took a sip of her soda and said dryly, "At least I look hot."
Shelly drew their attention as she stood in the middle of the large circle holding an empty vodka bottle. "I'll start."
Veronica leaned in to ask Meg, "Do you think this is her way of trying to get Logan to finally make out with her?"
Considering, Meg looked between Shelly's eager expression and Logan's bored one. "Possibly."
They sat back to watch the bottle spin.
"Look whose been practicing." Veronica watched as the bottle landed on Logan.
Meg studied Veronica. "Does it bother you?" she asked softly.
"What?" she asked distractedly. She’d pulled out her cell and was too busy checking her phone for messages from Wallace.
"Logan and all the girls he's been with?"
Veronica was surprised by the question. "Not really. We're not together anymore. Haven't been for awhile."
"It doesn't bother you even a little?"
"He can be with whoever he wants." She shrugged, "Although, I have to admit it bothered me when I found out he was sleeping with Mrs. Casablancas, but that was only because I didn't approve of his destructive behavior. Logan can date whoever he wants."
"Except Jackie." Meg had heard about they're little blow out at homecoming.
Veronica thought for a moment. "That was more because of Jackie. That girl just rubs me the wrong way. Especially the way she treated Wallace."
“Hey,” Logan interrupted, “pay attention to the game.”
The girls looked up to find the bottle pointing at Veronica.
Frowning, Veronica asked, “So who am I supposed to kiss?”
Logan smirked, “I get that lovely privilege.”
Handing him a napkin, she commented, “At least wipe Shelly’s lipstick off first.” When he was done, Veronica leant down to place a chaste kiss on his lips, but before she realized it, he had toppled her over on to his lap. His arms around her waist as he devoured her lips. Breaking away, she glowered, “I’m supposed to kiss you. Not give you a lap dance.”
“Well then lucky for me you have such sucky balance,” he smiled innocently.
Pulling away from him she moved back to her seat on the couch.
“Ah, it’s your turn, Veronica.” Cassidy pointed at the bottle in the middle of the room.
Huffing, she reached the bottle and gave it a good spin.
It landed on Logan.
“Can’t get enough of me, can you, Mars?” he smirked.
--
The game came to a quick end when Shelly burst to her feet in annoyance. More than half the spins involved an embrace between Logan and Veronica. Apparently the bottle was working in their favor and with each turn, their kisses became deeper and more passionate.
As the partiers dispersed back to their cliques and random mingling, Veronica and Meg stayed seated on the sofa.
“Well,” Meg sighed, “I’m glad that’s over.”
“Lucky for you,” Veronica grumbled. “The bottle never landed on you.”
The taller blond laughed. “You might as well have stayed in Logan’s lap. The bottle was definitely telling you something tonight.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say the game was somehow rigged.”
“Or maybe it was your subconscious letting you know that you still have the hots for Logan.”
“I won’t deny that there is a certain attraction between us, but that’s just physical.”
Meg looked at her wide eyed. “You want to jump his bones, don’t you?”
Veronica took a sip from her drink and said naughtily. “I’m not denying it.”
“Well then go ahead.” Meg nudged her. “Go get your man.”
She laughed, “He’s not my man. And don’t worry. I’m not heartsick.”
“So you just want sex?”
Looking across the room at Logan, she sighed, “No.” Patting Meg’s knee, she stood. “I’m gonna get a refill. Want one?”
--
Logan was headed back for a refill of his own when he noticed his schoolgirl standing across the room, just beyond the doorway leading into the living room. Veering towards her, he followed her into an empty guestroom - this time without a balcony - to find her seated on the bed waiting for him.
Closing and locking the door behind him, he approached her, shedding clothes along the way.
Following his lead, she removed her shirt and skirt, leaving her in white knee socks and black underwear.
He stopped in front of her to appreciate the view.
Moving into action first, she reached out and pulled his boxers off, grabbing his erect member. Caressing it gently, she licked the tip of it before drawing him deeply into her mouth. One hand pumping the base of his cock, she sucked on the tip with her tongue sweeping out every so often to lave his flesh.
He could feel himself about to lose control, so he tore himself away, panting. “If I’m going to come, I’m going to be buried inside you,” he swore deeply, reigning in his libido.
In answer, she pulled herself into the middle of the king sized bed and spread her legs in welcome.
Grinning wolfishly, Logan accepted her invitation and plunged into her without preamble. “So tight,” he groaned in delight, as he almost came with a single thrust. On his knees, he angled her up so that he could pump into her smoothly. His rhythm continued until his entire body tensed up and his orgasm hit. He dropped his head between her breasts as he slumped over her.
Her hands came up to his head, holding him close as he relaxed against her.
After a few moments, Logan lifted his head to look at her. He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry about that,” apologizing for coming without her.
She shook her head and caressing his face in reassurance.
Pulling himself up, his lips met hers.
They shared light, pecking kisses as Logan played with the tips of her black hair. “Will you take off your mask?”
A mischievous grin spread across her lips, as she shook her head before she deepened their kisses.
With her lips distracting him, Logan could feel himself hardening inside her. His arousal having a mind of its own, his lower body began to move of its own volition.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening with each deep thrust. Her panting breaths stolen by his lips as their tongues dueled. Her hands gripped his biceps as her head fell back with a scream when she peaked.
Logan let her pulsing sheathe bring on his own orgasm and he turned them so that he collapsed beside her.
--
Meg wandered through Shelly’s house looking for Veronica. She finally found her coming out of the washroom. “Where’ve you been?”
“Bathroom,” Veronica gestured behind her. “There was a line up.” She glanced at all the girls waiting in line to use the facilities.
Meg shook her head, “Every single party. You’d think that Shelly would let us use some of the other bathrooms in the house. It’s not like there aren’t at least half a dozen more.”
“I know what you mean.” Veronica laughed as she looped her arm through Meg’s. “So why were you looking for me?”
With a pout and a nervous glance, she informed, “Duncan showed.”
“And you decided that I needed to know this, because?”
“I know things ended badly between you.”
“That’s putting it lightly.”
“I just wanted to warn you.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t take the opportunity to try talking to him again.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t lie to me, Meg. You still have feelings for him,” Veronica said softly.
“I don’t.”
Studying the taller blond, she saw that maybe she didn’t.
At Veronica’s skeptical look, Meg elaborated, “He’s an ass. He disguises it well behind his politeness, but underneath it all, he’s an ass.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Veronica laughed.
“I don’t know why I was ever mad at you for getting back together with him. I should have been trying to warn you away from him. I mean he dumped me without a word. He just stopped talking to me and acting like I didn’t exist… like yesterday’s garbage.”
“I know the feeling.”
“And I was a bitch to you. I shouldn’t have been so mean.”
“Meg, we’ve been over this. You don’t have to apologize to me again. You didn’t have to apologize to me the first time. I just wanted you to be my friend again.”
“And I am. I’m your gal pal. I’ll never let another guy get between us again.”
“Good to know.” Veronica looked around the room, “So where did you see Duncan, so that we can avoid him as much as possible?”
“In the main room. We can probably find somewhere to sit in the smaller rooms.”
“Excellent.”
Grabbing drinks, they found an empty couch in Mr. Pomeroy’s study. Plopping down on the couch, they sipped their virgin cocktails before speaking.
Meg studied Veronica, “So where were you really?”
“What do you mean?”
“Waiting in line for the bathroom doesn’t take over an hour… and I don’t think you’d come from the bathroom smelling like men’s cologne.”
She pouted, “I think you’ve been hanging around me too long.”
“Come on, spill.”
An impish smile spread across Veronica’s lips. “I’ve been playing.”
“Playing, how?”
“Dress up.”
“Veronica,” Meg said warningly.
“A couple months ago, Logan being his usual confrontational self was trying to goad me. He said, ‘I’ll relent. Just once… but no cuddling after and I won’t call you in the morning.’”
“He said that? And you didn’t slap him?”
She shrugged, “At the time, a little part of me found his offer… interesting.”
Meg thought for a moment and nodded her understanding.
“Anyway,” Veronica continued, “it’s just been replaying in the back of my mind for awhile. So I thought I’d take the opportunity.”
Meg’s eyes widened. “You didn’t?”
“I knew I didn’t want to subject myself to his ridicule later on. So I thought I’d do it incognito.”
“You’re the schoolgirl?” Meg studied Veronica’s bustier with the laces pulled tight to keep it on. “How did you get in and out of that so quickly?”
“Oh, there’s a zipper.” Veronica turned to the side and revealed the hidden zipper.
Blinking, Meg asked softly, blushing, “So… was it… good?”
“Definitely.”
“So you…?”
“Several times.”
“And he doesn’t…?”
“Not a clue.”
“Are you going to…?”
“Maybe. We’ll see if I can get him alone again. I left him sleeping in one of the guestrooms just before you found me.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Not likely.”
“Really?”
“I’d rather not complicate matters. Tonight is all about being someone you’re not. So I’m not responsible for my behavior. The naughty schoolgirl is.”
“What if he finds out?”
“That’s not going to happen.”
--
Midnight was approaching and so was the New Year. Everyone was gathered in the main room to be unmasked and to ring in the year 2006.
Casey approached Veronica. “Kiss me at midnight?”
“No such luck, man,” Logan interrupted, pulling her away from the lanky boy. “Veronica’s kissing me.”
“I’m sure Meg would love to be your midnight kiss.” Veronica shoved her friend into his arms.
Meg blushed up at Casey who smiled down at her.
Veronica looked up at Logan. “So where have you been all night?”
“Around. You?”
“Meg and I holed ourselves up in the study.”
“Hiding from Duncan?” he asked knowingly.
“How’d you know?”
“He was looking for Meg.”
“Then it’s a good thing no one found us.”
Logan reached up and brushed the hair from her forehead. “He hasn’t been bothering you, has he?”
“No. We pretty much avoid each other like the plague.”
The countdown began around them.
5
4
3
2
1
And their lips met in a soft kiss. They pulled apart when they heard a loud shrieking.
“Who the hell are you?” Madison screeched as she pushed the boy she had been kissing away.
Apparently some 02ers had crashed the party.
Veronica covered her mouth to muffle her laugh. She turned sparkling eyes up to see Logan’s reaction and was surprised to see him staring down at her.
Lifting his hands, he removed her masquerade mask and caressed her bare cheek.
“Logan?” she asked him curiously.
“It’s nice to see you smiling again.” Logan kissed her softly again before saying, “I’ll see you later, Mars.”
Veronica watched him walk away before turning to find Meg. She smirked when she found her friend still locked in an embrace with Casey Gant.
--
Logan closed the door softly as he entered the hotel room. He sauntered in to find Duncan sitting on the sofa watching TV. “Hey, man. I didn’t see you at Shelly’s tonight.”
“You were too busy kissing Veronica,” Duncan said stiffly.
“Spin the bottle,” Logan responded. “You know that game everyone was playing?”
“Why can’t you just leave her alone?” he said angrily.
“I’m not bothering her.”
“She’s mine.”
“She’s not yours. She broke up with you,” Logan said calmly. “More than two weeks ago, if I remember correctly.”
Duncan narrowed his eyes. “She’s still mine.”
“Whatever. It’s not like she and I are dating, anyway.”
--
Veronica snuck up on Meg at the mall. “So, you and Casey, huh?”
Red traveled up Meg’s neck. “He’s nice.”
“I know he is.”
“How are things going with you and Logan?”
“They’re not,” she said lightly.
“Why not?” Meg asked with concern.
“I told you it was complicated. For one, Logan’s still living with Duncan.”
“He’s moving out this weekend.”
“How did you know that?”
“I overheard Dick and Cassidy complaining that they had to help him move.”
“Where is he moving?”
“I think he bought a condo somewhere. I’m not sure about the details.”
“Oh.”
At Veronica’s silence, Meg prodded. “What were you other reasons?”
“He doesn’t know that it was me at Shelly’s and I don’t think either of us is ready for another relationship.”
“Why not?”
“He’s still dealing with his murder charge,” Veronica reminded, “and I just broke up with Duncan. I’d rather not hurt his or Duncan’s feelings by dating someone new so soon.”
“So what? You’re just going to be his friend?”
“A close friend,” she commented.
Meg studied her. “Does it bother you that he just slept with someone when he didn’t know who it was?”
Veronica smiled softly, “No, because deep down I know he knows that it was me.”
“So, won’t he eventually figure it out?”
“No. Boys are dense. Remember that, Meg.”
--
“So, I heard you’re moving.” Veronica joined Logan at his locker.
He smirked a little. “The ball and chain is getting a little annoying. Staying up waiting for me at nights, questioning my whereabouts. I just can’t handle the suspicions anymore.”
“Where are you moving to?” she asked curiously.
“You lost your investigative abilities? I’m ashamed, Veronica. I thought you’d have figured it out weeks ago.”
“I’ll need your address if you expect me to give you a housewarming gift.”
“Will it be strippers? Because if it is, I’ll give you my address right now.”
“Logan,” she said sternly.
“I have faith that you’ll find out before the day is out.” He closed his locker, gave her a jaunty wave and then walked away.
--
“Here,” Wallace handed Veronica a slip of paper. “Wasn’t difficult to find.”
“Thanks, Wallace. Clemmons would have totally noticed if I snuck into his office again.” She read the slip of paper, a frown coming over her face. “Are you sure this is right?”
“That’s what his file said.”
“This is Weevil’s address.”
“Really?”
Veronica thought for a moment. “I heard that he evicted Mrs. Navarro from her house a few months ago, when the PCH burned Logan’s house down, but I thought it was rumors.”
“He won’t last very long living in that neighborhood.”
She glanced at Wallace. “No, he wouldn’t. He also wouldn’t make it this easy for me to find out his new address. This isn’t it.”
“Why do you care so much anyway?” he asked. “You’re not dating.”
“He’s my friend,” she answered simply.
“It’s because he challenged you, isn’t it?”
“He expects it to take me the entire day to find out his new address,” she grumbled.
“It’s ten now,” Wallace pointed out after checking his watch. “You have plenty of time.”
Veronica studied her best friend. “Does it bother you that I’m friends with Logan?”
He shrugged, “He’s not my favorite guy in the world, but I know he cares about you… even when he’s being a jackass. And the whole thing with Jackie? Even I saw that he was uncomfortable with her all over him.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
He smiled, “I know. You let me know every time the topic comes up.”
“I didn’t want her to hurt you.”
“I know that too. But you can’t always protect me, V.”
“I can try.”
“And I know that you did keep your promise not to get your revenge.”
She frowned in confusion, then it dawned on her, “You found my CD.”
He shook his head, smiling, “You’re a scary person, V. I’m glad you’re on my side.”
“Always.”
--
“Here,” Meg handed Veronica a sheet of paper.
“What is this?” she glanced at it.
“Logan’s new address.”
“Where’d you get it?” Veronica memorized the address on the paper before putting it away.
“I asked Cassidy for it.” Meg laughed, “He didn’t realize it was for you.”
“Dear, innocent Cassidy,” Veronica sighed. “It’s so sad that he’s so easily manipulated… but so useful for me.”
“So are you going to visit him?”
“Logan? He hasn’t even moved yet.”
“We should stop by this weekend while the boys are moving him in. Share lunch with them; watch the boys do all the heavy lifting while we’re lounging around.”
“Sounds good,” Veronica smiled. “Are you going to invite Casey?”
“He already promised Logan he’d help.”
--
“No luck, huh, Mars?” Logan smirked as he straddled the lunch bench beside her.
“In what?” Veronica asked curiously, looking up from her work.
“Finding out the address of my new temporary abode.”
“Oh, I stopped looking awhile ago. Something else came up,” she said distractedly.
He frowned. “What could be more important?”
“Helping Meg pick out an outfit for her first date with Casey. He’s taking her to Luigi’s on Friday.”
“That’s not for days.”
“And that’s how long it will take to pick the perfect outfit.”
“You couldn’t spend a lousy day trying to find out where I’ll be living until my house is rebuilt?” he asked petulantly. “Nice to know you care.” He pushed himself to his feet.
Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him. “I do care. It’s how I know exactly where you’ll be living for the new couple of months.”
“What?” He glanced at one of the papers in front of her and saw that it was his new address.
“I stopped looking because I found it.”
He sat back down. “How’d you find out so fast?”
“Trade secret.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Someone told, didn’t they?”
Her lips remained sealed.
“Only Dick, Beaver and Casey knew.” Logan swung around and threw a glare at Cassidy. “Beaver, get your ass over here.”
“Don’t scare him,” Veronica scolded.
Hands fidgeting nervously in his pockets, Cassidy asked, “What’s up, Logan?”
“You didn’t happen to tell Veronica my new address, did you?”
“Logan, relax. I haven’t spoken to Cassidy since Shelly’s party. I didn’t even know that you were moving until a day after. Stop glaring at him.” Veronica smiled up at Cassidy. “How are you doing, Cassidy?”
He nodded. “Good.”
Logan’s eyes remained in their glare. “You really haven’t spoken to Veronica since the party?”
“No,” he shook his head quickly. “I didn’t see her… until just now.”
“So you didn’t tell her?”
“No.”
Logan’s frame relaxed and a smile spread across his face. “You’re still coming over on Saturday to help me move, right?”
He nodded.
“See you later, Beav.”
Veronica glared at Logan. “Why don’t you sit with us, Cassidy?”
“Thanks,” he smiled lightly before sitting down across from her.
Logan turned back to Veronica. “Who told?”
“I’m offended. You underestimate my abilities.”
“There wasn’t enough time for you to figure it out. You’ve been in class all morning.”
“Ye of little faith.”
“You’re protecting someone.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re too nice, Veronica Mars.”
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. “Fine, if you must know. I called your real estate agent. She gave me your address.”
“How? She’s supposed to keep it a secret.”
“I said that I was delivering your furniture and wanted to verify the address. I gave her the number to your Black Amex.”
“How do you have the number to my Black Amex?”
“From your Black Amex,” she smiled, pulling the card from her pocket.
Logan reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Flipping through it, he found that his card was indeed missing. Snatching it back from her hand, he grinned at her. “You little thief.”
“You should never underestimate me.” She scoffed, “Even Meg didn’t need a full day to find out your address.”
--
Later, Veronica headed into school with Cassidy. “You should thank me for covering your butt.”
He looked at her in confusion.
“You told Meg his address.”
“But you said…”
She shrugged, “It was easy enough for me to back track and find his real estate agent to place the call.”
Cassidy stopped, surprised that Veronica had bothered to protect him. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but it was more fun this way. Logan always thinks he’s so slick.” She smiled as she walked away.
--
Logan opened the door to his new condo, his arms spread wide in greeting. “Ladies, nice of you to join us.”
Meg instantly went in to join her boyfriend on the couch. Veronica glanced around Logan to see that they had been playing video games while movers walked in and out with new furniture.
“This is your idea of needing help moving in?” Veronica asked.
“I would have been so bored otherwise.”
“So why were Dick and Cassidy complaining?” The brothers seemed to be enjoying themselves playing video games.
“They helped me bring over my meager possessions from Duncan’s.” Logan pointed to the two boxes behind him in the kitchen area.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “The struggle.”
Dick shouted, “Hey, I almost broke a nail.”
Cassidy snickered.
“Well, you better be careful when you go down to my car and bring up my and Meg’s housewarming gift.”
“Bring it up yourself,” Dick grumbled.
Logan smirked, “Dick, help her out. I’m going to show the ladies my new pad.”
Petulantly, Dick took her keys and stomped out with Cassidy following him.
“This way,” Logan gestured. “My fabulous kitchen slash dining room; the living room; my bedroom; my bathroom; my walk in; and finally my study slash gym.”
He’d outfitted the place with dark mahogany furniture with a light tan suede sofa set. The large plasma screen TV was mounted on the wall across from the sofa. His bedroom had a king size bed with a pair of bookshelves and another plasma TV. His closet was overflowing with new clothes and shoes, organized by color and style. His study was little more than a desk with a computer, while his gym contained a treadmill, an elliptical and a set of weights. The dining room was set up with a square table that seated four.
“It’s not much, but I call it ‘home for the next few months’.”
They heard Dick and Cassidy thudding down the hall.
Logan opened the door for them. “You got me a footstool?”
“It was Veronica’s idea,” Meg commented. “I didn’t argue.”
“I knew you wouldn’t already have one.”
--
Dick and Cassidy pulled Logan aside, while Veronica and Meg sat at the kitchen counter going over takeout menus.
“What?” Logan asked.
“Show him,” Cassidy nudged Dick.
The elder Casablancas reached behind him and pulled a black wig from his back pocket. “We found this in the trunk of Veronica’s car.”
Logan took the wig and studied it.
“Do you know what this means? She’s your naughty schoolgirl,” Dick said excitedly.
Cassidy blinked when he realized something too. “I saw Veronica’s bra.”
Logan slapped the back of Beaver’s head. “Stop fantasizing about Veronica.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Dick asked.
Logan studied the wig and then looked up at the brothers with a smirk.
--
Meg and Casey left first. They’d decided to take a romantic walk on the beach before it got too dark.
Cassidy and Dick left next when Logan subtly asked them to leave. Surprisingly enough, Dick had caught on to the veiled hints pretty quickly.
This left Veronica and Logan alone.
Veronica sipped from her drink as she watched ‘The Usual Suspects’. She was too engrossed in the film to notice Logan moving to sit directly beside her, invading her personal space. She did however notice when his lips touched her neck.
“What are you doing?” Veronica asked him curiously, not taking her eyes from the film.
“Trying to give you a hickey. You?”
“Trying to watch the movie. Would you mind doing that later?”
“Yes. Do you?”
“Yes.” She tried to concentrate on the end of the movie while Logan’s tongue tickled her skin. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but Logan’s lips, she sighed and then paused the movie. “Bathroom break.”
Logan pulled back with a smirk on his face as he watched her disappear into the bathroom. Lounging against the sofa, he stared at the ceiling thinking that he’d like to throw a party. He’d discuss it with Dick later.
He turned his head when he heard the bathroom door opening.
“You know what? It’s late,” she said softly. “I think I should go.”
“What about the movie?”
“I’ve seen it before,” she smiled, “I know how it ends.”
Standing, he said, “Alright,” and walked her toward the door. “Drive safe.”
“I’ll see you at school.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Work.”
“Right.”
Giving him a platonic kiss on the cheek, she took her leave. Riding down on the elevator, she smirked to herself. “Game on.”
--
“He knows?” Meg’s eyes practically fell out of their sockets. “How do you know he knows?”
“He found my wig. Those Casablancas brothers must have gone through my trunk on Saturday.”
“You don’t seem very worried.”
“That’s because I’m not.”
“But he knows.”
“A fact that we’ve already established.”
“What are you going to do?” She saw the wicked smile cross her lips. “Veronica.”
“What? I haven’t decided yet. All I know is that I’m going to have fun doing it.”
--
Veronica was sidetracked from her fun and games when a case fell into her lap. She spent the next three weeks with the help of Mac, Wallace and Meg investigating the thief of Danielle Margot’s diary.
She slammed her locker shut in annoyance.
“Who would think that the great Veronica Mars couldn’t recover a simple diary?” Wallace shook his head in amusement.
“Given that the Margots are a very mysterious and yet social family, anyone could have gained accessed into Danielle’s room. Also, given the fact that Danielle probably has more dirt on the 09ers than anyone else in this town, anyone in Neptune would want to get their hands on it.”
“Any leads yet?”
“One and I’ve been waiting for weeks for an opportunity to snoop.” She pulled out a fancy looking invitation.
“Madison Sinclair’s birthday party?”
“Yet another masquerade,” Veronica rolled her eyes. “Madison couldn’t let Shelly’s New Year’s party top hers, so once again we’ll be in costume.”
“You mean you’ll be in costume. I’m not going.”
“Why not?”
“It says here, ‘Black Tie.’ That’s tuxedos and top hats. No, thank you.”
“Wallace, pretty please? I need someone to stand watch for me.”
“Why don’t you ask Mac?”
“She doesn’t want to go anywhere near that house… for obvious reasons.”
“Right. Meg?”
“She’s going with Casey. I don’t want to ruin her date.”
“What about my date?”
She looked at him suspiciously. “You have a date?”
“Well, no, but I could.”
Sighing, she pouted. “Fine. I’ll fine someone else. You’re free and clear.”
--
“Thanks for letting me tag along,” Veronica smiled through her mask at Meg and Casey. “I promise I’ll leave the two of you alone once we’re inside.”
“Veronica, how many times do I have to tell you? You’re not in the way,” Meg sighed.
“I know, but I don’t want to be a third wheel. I just didn’t want to show up alone.”
“Would it matter?” Casey asked, good-naturedly. “I can’t even tell it’s you behind that mask.”
“Especially with the long black hair,” Meg reached up and tugged one long black curl hanging over Veronica’s shoulder.
“That’s the point. I’d prefer not being caught here tonight. So if anything goes missing or someone happens to see me upstairs, I’ll be safely at home with Wallace… or so my alibi says.”
“You’re not planning on robbing the place, are you?” Casey asked worriedly.
“No. I’m just going to relieve Madison of something that does not belong to her.” Veronica could feel the limo slowing. “We’re here.”
The second they were inside, Veronica said over her shoulder, “I’ll see you guys at school on Monday.” And then she disappeared into the crowd of ball gowns and tails. Grabbing a flute from one of the servers, she sipped lightly as she surveyed the area, looking for an opportunity to sneak upstairs.
--
Logan, dressed in a simple black tux, was leaning against the fireplace, champagne flute in his hands. He caught sight of a black haired vixen entering the room and straightened instantly. He didn’t think that Veronica would show at this thing. Taking one last gulp from his glass, he set it down and went to follow his dark haired vixen.
Walking the edge of the room, he studied her in her strapless ball gown. The blood red bodice encased her upper body, displaying her pert breasts to their greatest advantage as well as emphasizing her tiny waist. From her waist down, her voluminous skirts swished around her.
Logan caught up to her at the dance floor where he swept her into his arms and into a waltz around the room.
“Logan?” Veronica asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“I’m working.”
“Really? At what?”
“I’m trying to get upstairs.”
“Really?” A smirk stretched across his face as he spun her around the dance floor leading her into the kitchen. “We can take the back staircase.”
“‘We’? There is no ‘we’. There’s me. I’ll be going alone.”
“Not a chance.” He gestured her toward the stairs, watching to see if anyone followed. “Go, before someone sees us.”
Huffing, she complied and rushed up the stairs, her footsteps silent. She rolled her eyes when she heard Logan practically stomping behind her. “Are you wearing lead shoes?”
He looked down at his feet and shrugged, “No one warned me that we’d be lurking.”
“You should have stayed downstairs.” She continued to make her way down the hall as she scolded him.
“Where are we headed?” he asked, ignoring her comment.
“Madison’s room.” She found the door and quickly went in, dragging Logan after her so she could shut the door quickly. Throwing pillows on the ground to block the light, she finally flicked the lights on. Giving the room a quick once over, hoping against hope that Madison was stupid enough to have left the diary lying around, Veronica mentally tagged the spots that she needed to look in. Since Logan was there, she ordered, “Check the vents?”
Approaching them, he asked curiously, “What am I looking for?”
“Danielle Margot’s diary.”
“She lost her diary?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “And she deems it worthy enough to hire you to find it?”
“She’s a Margot.”
He thought for a moment and then nodded his understanding. “Then she should have been smart enough not to write anything down.”
“Just check the vents.” Veronica looked under Madison’s bed and the drawers beside it and in her desk.
“Not here.” Logan hopped down from the chair he’d been standing on.
Veronica had already moved on to the closet. Sifting through Madison’s clothes, she finally found the missing tome wedged behind last year’s shoes. “Found it.”
He watched as she slipped the volume under her skirts. “What else do you keep down there?”
She rolled her eyes. “I had some pockets sewn into the skirts. A purse doesn’t exactly go with this outfit.”
“Of course not.”
Veronica headed to the door, shutting the lights before tossing the pillows back on the bed. Pressing her ear against the door, she hissed, “Someone’s coming.”
Thinking quickly, Logan dragged Veronica against him and took her lips with his. He pulled her back until she was sprawled across him while he sat on the edge of the bed.
She had settled against him just in time for Madison to open her bedroom door.
“What the hell are you doing up here?”
Logan pulled away from Veronica in order to smirk at Madison. “It’s been so long for you that you’ve forgotten what making out looks like?”
She simpered when she realized who it was. “Logan, I didn’t realize that you showed up for my party.”
“Free booze,” he shrugged lightly.
She smiled stiffly. “Well, why don’t you… and your guest… go downstairs and enjoy some?”
“I’m actually quite happy where I am.”
“Of course,” she said weakly. “Well, I’ll just leave the two of you alone.”
“You do that.”
Madison quickly shut the door.
Logan could hear her skirts rustling as she hustled back down the hall to spread the news. “I doubt that she’ll be coming back. We can probably head out now without getting caught.”
Veronica studied him for a moment, before she decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Moving to straddle him, she pulled off her mask before bunching her skirts at her waist.
He stopped her hands when they landed at his belt. “What are you doing?”
She threw his words back at him. “It’s been so long for you that you’ve forgotten what being taken advantage of looks like?” Her words stunned him long enough for her to undo his pants and to withdraw his rock hard member. She locked eyes with him as she lowered herself on to him, holding his gaze while she took him all the way inside her. She whispered huskily against his lips, “Bring back any memories?”
Fire burned in his eyes as he processed his current predicament. She was bobbing up and down on him before he was able to resolve the fact that Veronica Mars was fucking him. “You’re not a figment of my imagination, are you?”
She groaned as she ground down against him. “Do I feel like I am?”
His hands gripped her waist as he shook his head. “This isn’t one of my many fantasies, is it? Because when it comes to you, I have an extremely overactive imagination.”
Her inner muscles rippled around him.
He moaned, “Definitely not a fantasy.”
“I’m real, Logan,” she panted. “This is me, Veronica Mars, riding you. It’s me taking you inside me. Me gripping your cock in my tight cunt. Me fulfilling one of your many fantasies.”
Logan’s grip tightened on her as her words stirred something inside him. He could feel himself tensing up, his release imminent.
“Veronica Mars,” she whispered against his ear, “is fucking your brains out… because she loves you.”
He pulled her back so that he could watch her eyes as he came, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he pulled her down hard against him. He could see her mouth fall open in orgasm with that last downward plunge.
She slumped against him, regaining her breath.
He gathered himself enough to bring his lips to the tops of her breasts where he laid soft kisses on her rising flesh. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest slow and settle into a more natural rhythm as she regained her composure.
“We should go,” Veronica whispered softly as she began to pull away.
Logan held on to her tightly, unwilling to let their night together end.
She kissed the top of his head. “I’d really rather not have Madison walk in on us… Plus wouldn’t you’d rather us continue our little party somewhere else?”
That statement got Logan moving.
--
“So you and Logan…?” Meg asked curiously on Monday morning.
Veronica smiled happily. “Seems like it.”
“I thought you said that you and Logan were too complicated,” Meg teased.
“We managed to work things out.”
“So no more secret identities?”
“Maybe.”
“Veronica.”
“What? I have to keep my options open.”
--
Dressed in a red t-shirt with wings outlined in white on his back, Logan fluttered around his condo with a quiver strapped to his back and a bow in his hands. He was going to kill someone for being conned into being cupid at his own Valentine’s Day party. Although he did find it entertaining to shoot people with his Velcro tipped arrows, he really didn’t want to spend the night playing matchmaker. Seeing Cassidy, he tossed the bow and quiver at the younger Casablancas. “Here, shoot away.”
“But-”
Logan didn’t give him a chance to protest since he was already halfway across the room in search of his wayward girlfriend. He suddenly tensed up when he felt the heat of lustful eyes boring into his back. Turning, he instantly spotted the strawberry blond standing near his bedroom. Dressed in a scandalously short red plaid skirt and light pink button up shirt, she fiddled with her long tresses, waiting for him to notice her. He groaned aloud when he reached her. “You know what knee socks do to me.”
“Of course I do,” she smiled seductively.
He grinned as he allowed her to pull him into his bedroom. “You know, we don’t have to be dressed up every time we have sex?”
“But it’s kind of fun this way.”
“Fine,” he mock sulked, “but this time I’d prefer seeing you with your real hair.”
She giggled when he reached up and tossed away her wig. “Come on, Cupid. Show me what you’re made of.”
--
The End.
Loveathon
Author: Snuffybaby
Disclaimer: RT owns the VM universe.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LoVe… what else?
Spoilers: up to 207 just in case
Word Count: 8,630
Summary: Loveathon’s Masquerade Challenge… Shelly Pomeroy’s hosting another party…
Author’s Note: First, I want to say that without all the extensions I wouldn’t have been able to finish this story…. So thank you so much for the inadvertent postponement of the deadline… second, even with the extension it didn’t quite turn out the way I had originally planned, but I’m relatively happy with the way this story turned out… so enjoy. Thirdly, sorry for the sucky title... I was drawing a blank
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Logan had grumbled the entire way to Shelly's. He hadn't wanted to go to her party, but Dick and Sean had decided to drag him there against his wishes. He had grumbled further when he discovered that it was a masquerade party. He really didn't want to be spending his New Year's like this.
Rolling his eyes at all the costumed people, he dropped the mask Dick had given him and headed straight to the alcohol. He figured he might as well get drunk on free booze. Grabbing a beer, he chugged it before grabbing another and proceeding to find somewhere to sit. He slumped down on an empty sofa chair, nursing his beer in silence, nodding to people who greeted him, although with all the masks going around, he didn't have a clue who anyone was - not that he really cared.
Because of his quiet brooding, it was awhile before he noticed the solid stare aimed towards him.
Across the room, directly in front of him was something pulled straight from his fantasies. Leaning against the far wall was a petite black-haired beauty with a tight body. She was dressed in a white buttoned up shirt that was so tight across the chest the buttons looked like they were going to pop. Her pleated blue plaid skirt demurely hit a couple inches above her knees, but what spiked Logan's libido were the white knee socks that encased her tone calves.
He took a deep gulp from his beer as he watched her watch him. Studying what features he could, he couldn't recognize her with her white mask covering the top half of her face. What he could see though her mask was the look in her eyes. It was a look he knew well.
Lust. Pure unadulterated lust.
He swallowed hard when she pulled the cherry from her drink and sucked it into her mouth between her luscious lips. He shifted in his seat when she spat the pit into her empty glass before setting it down and making her way over to him.
Logan's eyes followed her as she approached him, closing when she straddled his lap. Taking a minute to gather himself, he opened his eyes to offer her a smirk. "Well, aren't you a little forward?"
She simply smiled in answer before bringing her lips down to meet his.
Not in the mood to do anything but indulge his fantasy, he succumbed to her advances. He leaned back allowing her to drive, his lips moving in response to hers. Relaxing into her soft caresses, Logan left his arms laid across the arm rests until she moved to press her lower body against him. That small action forced his attention and his arms moved to wrap around her body. Holding her firmly against him, he began to avidly participate in their embrace.
Her lips were having a dizzying effect on him, as one hand slid up her shirt to touch her soft, bare skin. Logan was quickly distracted again when she tugged his own shirt up so that her warm hands could run across his hard abs. He hissed in pleasure when her mouth pulled away to nuzzle against his neck. Tongue, lips and teeth working in tandem to entice him, his own lips landed in light kisses wherever he could reach.
He was pulled from his bliss when she suddenly pulled back and studied him seriously. He frowned in wonder, curious to know what she was about to do. He got his answer when she surreptitiously slipped her hands under her skirt to undo his pants. Her eyes were on him the entire time, watching for his reaction.
Logan didn't know if it was because he was drunk or if he was too caught up in the moment, but he simply sat there. The little minx in his lap surprised him by her wanton behavior, but he didn't seem to mind. He'd decided to sit back and enjoy the ride. He made no protest when he felt her hands undo his jeans. He definitely made no protest when those same hands wandered down his pants to fondle his balls. It was when she pulled her underwear aside and slipped him inside her that his arms tightened around her, trapping her against him, preventing any further movement.
Taking this time to examine his predicament, he took in the fact that they were sitting in the middle of a crowded living room with a party going on around them. No one seemed to notice or care that he was making out with a girl on the couch, not that that was unusual behavior for him. Most of all, with her skirt hiding their activity, no one could see that they were having sex.
Trying to take stock of the situation, his mind was fuddled by her warm sheath gripping him. He looked up at the girl. "Maybe we should take our little party somewhere else?"
Giving him a sexy grin, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, before pressing her lips against his.
Taking that as a positive response, Logan managed to pull himself to a standing position with the hellion wrapped around him. Once upright, he somehow managed to maneuver them into an empty bedroom, all the while with her mouth doing unspeakable things to the side of his neck and his cock buried to the hilt inside her.
Logan landed on his back with a groan as she chose that moment to clench her inner muscles around him.
Locked privately in a bedroom, she lifted herself up and began to ride him without further ado. He laid back and basked in the nice, slow rhythm she adopted. The tension in his body built and his hands began to itch for action. Pulling his body up, he grabbed both sides of her shirt and pulled, buttons coming undone to reveal the white perfection hidden beneath. With her shirt gaping open, his mouth landed on her collarbone. He was content to feast on her soft skin while she did all the work until her slow, steady pace began to kill him.
Flipping her over on to her back, he smirked at her, "I hope you don't mind if I take the reins." Without waiting for a response, he began driving into her at a break neck pace, pounding into her as his left hand went in search of her clit. Staring into her eyes, he pushed her closer and closer to the edge as he took over. He delighted in seizing her control, watching her yield to his administrations.
His eyes almost rolled back in his head as her back arched and her muscles began to clench and ripple around him, creating a death grip on his rock hard member, as she screamed, "God!"
Gritting his teeth, he managed to maintain his composure for three deep hard thrusts before submitting to his explosive orgasm. Spewing his juices inside her, he braced his weight on his arms as he collapsed on top of her.
Logan could feel her breath whispering passed his neck as she panted for breath. He smirked against her neck. "My name's Logan."
Laughing lightly, she fingered the name tag on his shirt. Her attention was suddenly drawn away by the rustling noise from the sliding door that led to a balcony.
Logan turned to the noise and groaned when he saw Dick and Cassidy peeping on them. "Fuck." He rolled off his Catholic schoolgirl, zipping up his pants as he went. Standing to block the Casablancas' view, he stalked toward them. "What the hell?" he glowered. "Did you enjoy the show?"
Dick nodded, too lost for words.
Cassidy was too busy looking away.
Logan shook his head in annoyance, but turned back to see that she had stood, buttoning her shirt back together. "I guess that's the end of our night."
She walked up to him and kissed him deeply on the lips before backing away and out of the room.
Logan fell back on the bed, an arm slung over his eyes.
"Who was that?" Dick asked when he finally found his tongue.
"No idea. She was wearing her mask the entire time."
Cassidy frowned, "What? You just walked up to her and asked her if she wanted to have sex?"
"No, she came to me."
Dick sighed, "You have all the luck, man."
Pushing himself back to his feet, Logan muttered, "I need a drink."
Dick and Cassidy followed after him.
Logan commented as they rejoined the party, "I don't need to hear about this from anyone."
"Don't worry," Dick grinned. "It's not like we could see anything. You were both fully clothed the entire time... except for the nice view of Schoolgirl's naughty black bra."
Wanting to change the subject, Cassidy asked the first thing that came to mind, "Did you see Veronica?"
Dick whistled, "Damn, she was looking hot earlier."
"Why?" Logan glared.
Dick and Cassidy glanced around the room, trying to find the blond in question.
Cassidy finally spotted her coming back from the kitchen. "Over there."
Logan turned from pouring himself some vodka and almost swallowed his tongue when he saw her.
Her long blond hair left down in waves, Veronica was laced up in a tight black leather bustier that squeezed and lifted in all the right places. Below the bustier was a black tulle skirt that fell to her knees. Covering her eyes was a typical black masquerade mask, doing nothing to hide her identity.
Taking a deep gulp, Logan quickly poured some more vodka.
She walked up to the table beside them intent on pouring a drink of her own. She looked up at Logan, cocking her head to the side. "What are you supposed to be?"
Smirking, he tapped the name tag he'd stuck to his shirt.
Finally noticing it, she saw that it was a 'My Name Is...' sticker. The corners of her lips lifted when she saw that he'd written 'GOD' in the space provided. "Love the effort."
"What are you supposed to be?" Logan asked, trying hard to keep the snark from his tone. "Dominatrix Barbie?"
She rolled her eyes, "Meg just threw some clothes at me and made me put them on."
Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "What'd she come as?"
"She's Glinda the Good." She shrugged, "So I guess that means I'm the Wicked Witch."
"East or West?" Cassidy asked curiously.
Veronica proceeded to tap her heals together, drawing their attention down to the ruby slippers that encased her feet. "I'd prefer being the one crushed by the house than the ugly, green hag that gets taken down by a puddle of water." She looked at Logan, "Plus, I don't have any flying monkeys."
"Where is Meg?" Dick asked curiously.
"Veronica, where were you?" Meg called from the door in a huff. "I've been looking for you."
"Just chatting with God here and his..." she finally looked at Cassidy's and Dick's costumes. "Pirates?"
Dick grumbled, "I'm Zorro." He started to flutter his cape in demonstration.
Cassidy blushed, "I had an eye patch, but I took it off."
"It threw off his depth perception," his brother laughed. "He accidentally grabbed some girl's breast earlier when he meant to shake her hand."
Veronica patted his arm in reassurance, before asking Meg, "So why were you looking for me?"
In a flutter of pink, Meg grabbed Veronica's arms and dragged her away. "Shelly's demanding that we play spin the bottle and I thought it would be safer if you were with me."
"Safer how?" Veronica narrowed her eyes.
"We can duck out early if we get tired of playing. Then I won't be forced to drink myself silly to avoid remembering this horrific event."
"We could just leave now."
"No way. If we leave I have to go home and I'm tired of being cooped up in my room with my parents watching my every move."
"Alright, I'll play." The smaller blond reminded her, "You shouldn't be drinking anyway. You're still on medication."
"That's not going to stop me if I am forced to endure this alone."
Settling in the living room with the rest of the party members, Veronica asked Meg, "Why do we even have to play?"
"It's supposed to be fun," she answered with mock cheer. "We'll have the mystery of wondering who we've been kissing, even though it's obvious who everyone is. No one tried really hard to disguise themselves."
"Except that Catholic schoolgirl," Dick interrupted their private conversation. "No one knows who she is."
Meg frowned, "What Catholic schoolgirl?"
Casey walked up and handed both girls a soda. "The one that Logan disappeared into a room with earlier."
Looking around, Meg commented, "Well, she's not here anymore."
Casey settled on the couch beside Veronica. "Aren't you looking dominating tonight?"
Veronica glared at Meg. "I'm never letting you dress me again."
"Why not?" Meg pouted, "You look nice."
"She looks hot," Dick corrected.
"I seem to always end up in a tight black bustier when you dress me," Veronica pointed out.
"Is there something you're not telling us, Meg?" Logan teased as he settled on the floor in front of them.
Meg blushed hotly. "They're my clothes. I just don't have the guts to wear them, so I make Veronica do it."
"So you're living vicariously through me," Veronica summarized. Shrugging, she took a sip of her soda and said dryly, "At least I look hot."
Shelly drew their attention as she stood in the middle of the large circle holding an empty vodka bottle. "I'll start."
Veronica leaned in to ask Meg, "Do you think this is her way of trying to get Logan to finally make out with her?"
Considering, Meg looked between Shelly's eager expression and Logan's bored one. "Possibly."
They sat back to watch the bottle spin.
"Look whose been practicing." Veronica watched as the bottle landed on Logan.
Meg studied Veronica. "Does it bother you?" she asked softly.
"What?" she asked distractedly. She’d pulled out her cell and was too busy checking her phone for messages from Wallace.
"Logan and all the girls he's been with?"
Veronica was surprised by the question. "Not really. We're not together anymore. Haven't been for awhile."
"It doesn't bother you even a little?"
"He can be with whoever he wants." She shrugged, "Although, I have to admit it bothered me when I found out he was sleeping with Mrs. Casablancas, but that was only because I didn't approve of his destructive behavior. Logan can date whoever he wants."
"Except Jackie." Meg had heard about they're little blow out at homecoming.
Veronica thought for a moment. "That was more because of Jackie. That girl just rubs me the wrong way. Especially the way she treated Wallace."
“Hey,” Logan interrupted, “pay attention to the game.”
The girls looked up to find the bottle pointing at Veronica.
Frowning, Veronica asked, “So who am I supposed to kiss?”
Logan smirked, “I get that lovely privilege.”
Handing him a napkin, she commented, “At least wipe Shelly’s lipstick off first.” When he was done, Veronica leant down to place a chaste kiss on his lips, but before she realized it, he had toppled her over on to his lap. His arms around her waist as he devoured her lips. Breaking away, she glowered, “I’m supposed to kiss you. Not give you a lap dance.”
“Well then lucky for me you have such sucky balance,” he smiled innocently.
Pulling away from him she moved back to her seat on the couch.
“Ah, it’s your turn, Veronica.” Cassidy pointed at the bottle in the middle of the room.
Huffing, she reached the bottle and gave it a good spin.
It landed on Logan.
“Can’t get enough of me, can you, Mars?” he smirked.
--
The game came to a quick end when Shelly burst to her feet in annoyance. More than half the spins involved an embrace between Logan and Veronica. Apparently the bottle was working in their favor and with each turn, their kisses became deeper and more passionate.
As the partiers dispersed back to their cliques and random mingling, Veronica and Meg stayed seated on the sofa.
“Well,” Meg sighed, “I’m glad that’s over.”
“Lucky for you,” Veronica grumbled. “The bottle never landed on you.”
The taller blond laughed. “You might as well have stayed in Logan’s lap. The bottle was definitely telling you something tonight.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say the game was somehow rigged.”
“Or maybe it was your subconscious letting you know that you still have the hots for Logan.”
“I won’t deny that there is a certain attraction between us, but that’s just physical.”
Meg looked at her wide eyed. “You want to jump his bones, don’t you?”
Veronica took a sip from her drink and said naughtily. “I’m not denying it.”
“Well then go ahead.” Meg nudged her. “Go get your man.”
She laughed, “He’s not my man. And don’t worry. I’m not heartsick.”
“So you just want sex?”
Looking across the room at Logan, she sighed, “No.” Patting Meg’s knee, she stood. “I’m gonna get a refill. Want one?”
--
Logan was headed back for a refill of his own when he noticed his schoolgirl standing across the room, just beyond the doorway leading into the living room. Veering towards her, he followed her into an empty guestroom - this time without a balcony - to find her seated on the bed waiting for him.
Closing and locking the door behind him, he approached her, shedding clothes along the way.
Following his lead, she removed her shirt and skirt, leaving her in white knee socks and black underwear.
He stopped in front of her to appreciate the view.
Moving into action first, she reached out and pulled his boxers off, grabbing his erect member. Caressing it gently, she licked the tip of it before drawing him deeply into her mouth. One hand pumping the base of his cock, she sucked on the tip with her tongue sweeping out every so often to lave his flesh.
He could feel himself about to lose control, so he tore himself away, panting. “If I’m going to come, I’m going to be buried inside you,” he swore deeply, reigning in his libido.
In answer, she pulled herself into the middle of the king sized bed and spread her legs in welcome.
Grinning wolfishly, Logan accepted her invitation and plunged into her without preamble. “So tight,” he groaned in delight, as he almost came with a single thrust. On his knees, he angled her up so that he could pump into her smoothly. His rhythm continued until his entire body tensed up and his orgasm hit. He dropped his head between her breasts as he slumped over her.
Her hands came up to his head, holding him close as he relaxed against her.
After a few moments, Logan lifted his head to look at her. He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry about that,” apologizing for coming without her.
She shook her head and caressing his face in reassurance.
Pulling himself up, his lips met hers.
They shared light, pecking kisses as Logan played with the tips of her black hair. “Will you take off your mask?”
A mischievous grin spread across her lips, as she shook her head before she deepened their kisses.
With her lips distracting him, Logan could feel himself hardening inside her. His arousal having a mind of its own, his lower body began to move of its own volition.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, tightening with each deep thrust. Her panting breaths stolen by his lips as their tongues dueled. Her hands gripped his biceps as her head fell back with a scream when she peaked.
Logan let her pulsing sheathe bring on his own orgasm and he turned them so that he collapsed beside her.
--
Meg wandered through Shelly’s house looking for Veronica. She finally found her coming out of the washroom. “Where’ve you been?”
“Bathroom,” Veronica gestured behind her. “There was a line up.” She glanced at all the girls waiting in line to use the facilities.
Meg shook her head, “Every single party. You’d think that Shelly would let us use some of the other bathrooms in the house. It’s not like there aren’t at least half a dozen more.”
“I know what you mean.” Veronica laughed as she looped her arm through Meg’s. “So why were you looking for me?”
With a pout and a nervous glance, she informed, “Duncan showed.”
“And you decided that I needed to know this, because?”
“I know things ended badly between you.”
“That’s putting it lightly.”
“I just wanted to warn you.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t take the opportunity to try talking to him again.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Don’t lie to me, Meg. You still have feelings for him,” Veronica said softly.
“I don’t.”
Studying the taller blond, she saw that maybe she didn’t.
At Veronica’s skeptical look, Meg elaborated, “He’s an ass. He disguises it well behind his politeness, but underneath it all, he’s an ass.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” Veronica laughed.
“I don’t know why I was ever mad at you for getting back together with him. I should have been trying to warn you away from him. I mean he dumped me without a word. He just stopped talking to me and acting like I didn’t exist… like yesterday’s garbage.”
“I know the feeling.”
“And I was a bitch to you. I shouldn’t have been so mean.”
“Meg, we’ve been over this. You don’t have to apologize to me again. You didn’t have to apologize to me the first time. I just wanted you to be my friend again.”
“And I am. I’m your gal pal. I’ll never let another guy get between us again.”
“Good to know.” Veronica looked around the room, “So where did you see Duncan, so that we can avoid him as much as possible?”
“In the main room. We can probably find somewhere to sit in the smaller rooms.”
“Excellent.”
Grabbing drinks, they found an empty couch in Mr. Pomeroy’s study. Plopping down on the couch, they sipped their virgin cocktails before speaking.
Meg studied Veronica, “So where were you really?”
“What do you mean?”
“Waiting in line for the bathroom doesn’t take over an hour… and I don’t think you’d come from the bathroom smelling like men’s cologne.”
She pouted, “I think you’ve been hanging around me too long.”
“Come on, spill.”
An impish smile spread across Veronica’s lips. “I’ve been playing.”
“Playing, how?”
“Dress up.”
“Veronica,” Meg said warningly.
“A couple months ago, Logan being his usual confrontational self was trying to goad me. He said, ‘I’ll relent. Just once… but no cuddling after and I won’t call you in the morning.’”
“He said that? And you didn’t slap him?”
She shrugged, “At the time, a little part of me found his offer… interesting.”
Meg thought for a moment and nodded her understanding.
“Anyway,” Veronica continued, “it’s just been replaying in the back of my mind for awhile. So I thought I’d take the opportunity.”
Meg’s eyes widened. “You didn’t?”
“I knew I didn’t want to subject myself to his ridicule later on. So I thought I’d do it incognito.”
“You’re the schoolgirl?” Meg studied Veronica’s bustier with the laces pulled tight to keep it on. “How did you get in and out of that so quickly?”
“Oh, there’s a zipper.” Veronica turned to the side and revealed the hidden zipper.
Blinking, Meg asked softly, blushing, “So… was it… good?”
“Definitely.”
“So you…?”
“Several times.”
“And he doesn’t…?”
“Not a clue.”
“Are you going to…?”
“Maybe. We’ll see if I can get him alone again. I left him sleeping in one of the guestrooms just before you found me.”
“Are you going to tell him?”
“Not likely.”
“Really?”
“I’d rather not complicate matters. Tonight is all about being someone you’re not. So I’m not responsible for my behavior. The naughty schoolgirl is.”
“What if he finds out?”
“That’s not going to happen.”
--
Midnight was approaching and so was the New Year. Everyone was gathered in the main room to be unmasked and to ring in the year 2006.
Casey approached Veronica. “Kiss me at midnight?”
“No such luck, man,” Logan interrupted, pulling her away from the lanky boy. “Veronica’s kissing me.”
“I’m sure Meg would love to be your midnight kiss.” Veronica shoved her friend into his arms.
Meg blushed up at Casey who smiled down at her.
Veronica looked up at Logan. “So where have you been all night?”
“Around. You?”
“Meg and I holed ourselves up in the study.”
“Hiding from Duncan?” he asked knowingly.
“How’d you know?”
“He was looking for Meg.”
“Then it’s a good thing no one found us.”
Logan reached up and brushed the hair from her forehead. “He hasn’t been bothering you, has he?”
“No. We pretty much avoid each other like the plague.”
The countdown began around them.
5
4
3
2
1
And their lips met in a soft kiss. They pulled apart when they heard a loud shrieking.
“Who the hell are you?” Madison screeched as she pushed the boy she had been kissing away.
Apparently some 02ers had crashed the party.
Veronica covered her mouth to muffle her laugh. She turned sparkling eyes up to see Logan’s reaction and was surprised to see him staring down at her.
Lifting his hands, he removed her masquerade mask and caressed her bare cheek.
“Logan?” she asked him curiously.
“It’s nice to see you smiling again.” Logan kissed her softly again before saying, “I’ll see you later, Mars.”
Veronica watched him walk away before turning to find Meg. She smirked when she found her friend still locked in an embrace with Casey Gant.
--
Logan closed the door softly as he entered the hotel room. He sauntered in to find Duncan sitting on the sofa watching TV. “Hey, man. I didn’t see you at Shelly’s tonight.”
“You were too busy kissing Veronica,” Duncan said stiffly.
“Spin the bottle,” Logan responded. “You know that game everyone was playing?”
“Why can’t you just leave her alone?” he said angrily.
“I’m not bothering her.”
“She’s mine.”
“She’s not yours. She broke up with you,” Logan said calmly. “More than two weeks ago, if I remember correctly.”
Duncan narrowed his eyes. “She’s still mine.”
“Whatever. It’s not like she and I are dating, anyway.”
--
Veronica snuck up on Meg at the mall. “So, you and Casey, huh?”
Red traveled up Meg’s neck. “He’s nice.”
“I know he is.”
“How are things going with you and Logan?”
“They’re not,” she said lightly.
“Why not?” Meg asked with concern.
“I told you it was complicated. For one, Logan’s still living with Duncan.”
“He’s moving out this weekend.”
“How did you know that?”
“I overheard Dick and Cassidy complaining that they had to help him move.”
“Where is he moving?”
“I think he bought a condo somewhere. I’m not sure about the details.”
“Oh.”
At Veronica’s silence, Meg prodded. “What were you other reasons?”
“He doesn’t know that it was me at Shelly’s and I don’t think either of us is ready for another relationship.”
“Why not?”
“He’s still dealing with his murder charge,” Veronica reminded, “and I just broke up with Duncan. I’d rather not hurt his or Duncan’s feelings by dating someone new so soon.”
“So what? You’re just going to be his friend?”
“A close friend,” she commented.
Meg studied her. “Does it bother you that he just slept with someone when he didn’t know who it was?”
Veronica smiled softly, “No, because deep down I know he knows that it was me.”
“So, won’t he eventually figure it out?”
“No. Boys are dense. Remember that, Meg.”
--
“So, I heard you’re moving.” Veronica joined Logan at his locker.
He smirked a little. “The ball and chain is getting a little annoying. Staying up waiting for me at nights, questioning my whereabouts. I just can’t handle the suspicions anymore.”
“Where are you moving to?” she asked curiously.
“You lost your investigative abilities? I’m ashamed, Veronica. I thought you’d have figured it out weeks ago.”
“I’ll need your address if you expect me to give you a housewarming gift.”
“Will it be strippers? Because if it is, I’ll give you my address right now.”
“Logan,” she said sternly.
“I have faith that you’ll find out before the day is out.” He closed his locker, gave her a jaunty wave and then walked away.
--
“Here,” Wallace handed Veronica a slip of paper. “Wasn’t difficult to find.”
“Thanks, Wallace. Clemmons would have totally noticed if I snuck into his office again.” She read the slip of paper, a frown coming over her face. “Are you sure this is right?”
“That’s what his file said.”
“This is Weevil’s address.”
“Really?”
Veronica thought for a moment. “I heard that he evicted Mrs. Navarro from her house a few months ago, when the PCH burned Logan’s house down, but I thought it was rumors.”
“He won’t last very long living in that neighborhood.”
She glanced at Wallace. “No, he wouldn’t. He also wouldn’t make it this easy for me to find out his new address. This isn’t it.”
“Why do you care so much anyway?” he asked. “You’re not dating.”
“He’s my friend,” she answered simply.
“It’s because he challenged you, isn’t it?”
“He expects it to take me the entire day to find out his new address,” she grumbled.
“It’s ten now,” Wallace pointed out after checking his watch. “You have plenty of time.”
Veronica studied her best friend. “Does it bother you that I’m friends with Logan?”
He shrugged, “He’s not my favorite guy in the world, but I know he cares about you… even when he’s being a jackass. And the whole thing with Jackie? Even I saw that he was uncomfortable with her all over him.”
“I’m sorry about that.”
He smiled, “I know. You let me know every time the topic comes up.”
“I didn’t want her to hurt you.”
“I know that too. But you can’t always protect me, V.”
“I can try.”
“And I know that you did keep your promise not to get your revenge.”
She frowned in confusion, then it dawned on her, “You found my CD.”
He shook his head, smiling, “You’re a scary person, V. I’m glad you’re on my side.”
“Always.”
--
“Here,” Meg handed Veronica a sheet of paper.
“What is this?” she glanced at it.
“Logan’s new address.”
“Where’d you get it?” Veronica memorized the address on the paper before putting it away.
“I asked Cassidy for it.” Meg laughed, “He didn’t realize it was for you.”
“Dear, innocent Cassidy,” Veronica sighed. “It’s so sad that he’s so easily manipulated… but so useful for me.”
“So are you going to visit him?”
“Logan? He hasn’t even moved yet.”
“We should stop by this weekend while the boys are moving him in. Share lunch with them; watch the boys do all the heavy lifting while we’re lounging around.”
“Sounds good,” Veronica smiled. “Are you going to invite Casey?”
“He already promised Logan he’d help.”
--
“No luck, huh, Mars?” Logan smirked as he straddled the lunch bench beside her.
“In what?” Veronica asked curiously, looking up from her work.
“Finding out the address of my new temporary abode.”
“Oh, I stopped looking awhile ago. Something else came up,” she said distractedly.
He frowned. “What could be more important?”
“Helping Meg pick out an outfit for her first date with Casey. He’s taking her to Luigi’s on Friday.”
“That’s not for days.”
“And that’s how long it will take to pick the perfect outfit.”
“You couldn’t spend a lousy day trying to find out where I’ll be living until my house is rebuilt?” he asked petulantly. “Nice to know you care.” He pushed himself to his feet.
Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him. “I do care. It’s how I know exactly where you’ll be living for the new couple of months.”
“What?” He glanced at one of the papers in front of her and saw that it was his new address.
“I stopped looking because I found it.”
He sat back down. “How’d you find out so fast?”
“Trade secret.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Someone told, didn’t they?”
Her lips remained sealed.
“Only Dick, Beaver and Casey knew.” Logan swung around and threw a glare at Cassidy. “Beaver, get your ass over here.”
“Don’t scare him,” Veronica scolded.
Hands fidgeting nervously in his pockets, Cassidy asked, “What’s up, Logan?”
“You didn’t happen to tell Veronica my new address, did you?”
“Logan, relax. I haven’t spoken to Cassidy since Shelly’s party. I didn’t even know that you were moving until a day after. Stop glaring at him.” Veronica smiled up at Cassidy. “How are you doing, Cassidy?”
He nodded. “Good.”
Logan’s eyes remained in their glare. “You really haven’t spoken to Veronica since the party?”
“No,” he shook his head quickly. “I didn’t see her… until just now.”
“So you didn’t tell her?”
“No.”
Logan’s frame relaxed and a smile spread across his face. “You’re still coming over on Saturday to help me move, right?”
He nodded.
“See you later, Beav.”
Veronica glared at Logan. “Why don’t you sit with us, Cassidy?”
“Thanks,” he smiled lightly before sitting down across from her.
Logan turned back to Veronica. “Who told?”
“I’m offended. You underestimate my abilities.”
“There wasn’t enough time for you to figure it out. You’ve been in class all morning.”
“Ye of little faith.”
“You’re protecting someone.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re too nice, Veronica Mars.”
Rolling her eyes, she sighed. “Fine, if you must know. I called your real estate agent. She gave me your address.”
“How? She’s supposed to keep it a secret.”
“I said that I was delivering your furniture and wanted to verify the address. I gave her the number to your Black Amex.”
“How do you have the number to my Black Amex?”
“From your Black Amex,” she smiled, pulling the card from her pocket.
Logan reached into his back pocket for his wallet. Flipping through it, he found that his card was indeed missing. Snatching it back from her hand, he grinned at her. “You little thief.”
“You should never underestimate me.” She scoffed, “Even Meg didn’t need a full day to find out your address.”
--
Later, Veronica headed into school with Cassidy. “You should thank me for covering your butt.”
He looked at her in confusion.
“You told Meg his address.”
“But you said…”
She shrugged, “It was easy enough for me to back track and find his real estate agent to place the call.”
Cassidy stopped, surprised that Veronica had bothered to protect him. “You didn’t have to.”
“I know, but it was more fun this way. Logan always thinks he’s so slick.” She smiled as she walked away.
--
Logan opened the door to his new condo, his arms spread wide in greeting. “Ladies, nice of you to join us.”
Meg instantly went in to join her boyfriend on the couch. Veronica glanced around Logan to see that they had been playing video games while movers walked in and out with new furniture.
“This is your idea of needing help moving in?” Veronica asked.
“I would have been so bored otherwise.”
“So why were Dick and Cassidy complaining?” The brothers seemed to be enjoying themselves playing video games.
“They helped me bring over my meager possessions from Duncan’s.” Logan pointed to the two boxes behind him in the kitchen area.
Veronica rolled her eyes. “The struggle.”
Dick shouted, “Hey, I almost broke a nail.”
Cassidy snickered.
“Well, you better be careful when you go down to my car and bring up my and Meg’s housewarming gift.”
“Bring it up yourself,” Dick grumbled.
Logan smirked, “Dick, help her out. I’m going to show the ladies my new pad.”
Petulantly, Dick took her keys and stomped out with Cassidy following him.
“This way,” Logan gestured. “My fabulous kitchen slash dining room; the living room; my bedroom; my bathroom; my walk in; and finally my study slash gym.”
He’d outfitted the place with dark mahogany furniture with a light tan suede sofa set. The large plasma screen TV was mounted on the wall across from the sofa. His bedroom had a king size bed with a pair of bookshelves and another plasma TV. His closet was overflowing with new clothes and shoes, organized by color and style. His study was little more than a desk with a computer, while his gym contained a treadmill, an elliptical and a set of weights. The dining room was set up with a square table that seated four.
“It’s not much, but I call it ‘home for the next few months’.”
They heard Dick and Cassidy thudding down the hall.
Logan opened the door for them. “You got me a footstool?”
“It was Veronica’s idea,” Meg commented. “I didn’t argue.”
“I knew you wouldn’t already have one.”
--
Dick and Cassidy pulled Logan aside, while Veronica and Meg sat at the kitchen counter going over takeout menus.
“What?” Logan asked.
“Show him,” Cassidy nudged Dick.
The elder Casablancas reached behind him and pulled a black wig from his back pocket. “We found this in the trunk of Veronica’s car.”
Logan took the wig and studied it.
“Do you know what this means? She’s your naughty schoolgirl,” Dick said excitedly.
Cassidy blinked when he realized something too. “I saw Veronica’s bra.”
Logan slapped the back of Beaver’s head. “Stop fantasizing about Veronica.”
“What are you going to do about it?” Dick asked.
Logan studied the wig and then looked up at the brothers with a smirk.
--
Meg and Casey left first. They’d decided to take a romantic walk on the beach before it got too dark.
Cassidy and Dick left next when Logan subtly asked them to leave. Surprisingly enough, Dick had caught on to the veiled hints pretty quickly.
This left Veronica and Logan alone.
Veronica sipped from her drink as she watched ‘The Usual Suspects’. She was too engrossed in the film to notice Logan moving to sit directly beside her, invading her personal space. She did however notice when his lips touched her neck.
“What are you doing?” Veronica asked him curiously, not taking her eyes from the film.
“Trying to give you a hickey. You?”
“Trying to watch the movie. Would you mind doing that later?”
“Yes. Do you?”
“Yes.” She tried to concentrate on the end of the movie while Logan’s tongue tickled her skin. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but Logan’s lips, she sighed and then paused the movie. “Bathroom break.”
Logan pulled back with a smirk on his face as he watched her disappear into the bathroom. Lounging against the sofa, he stared at the ceiling thinking that he’d like to throw a party. He’d discuss it with Dick later.
He turned his head when he heard the bathroom door opening.
“You know what? It’s late,” she said softly. “I think I should go.”
“What about the movie?”
“I’ve seen it before,” she smiled, “I know how it ends.”
Standing, he said, “Alright,” and walked her toward the door. “Drive safe.”
“I’ll see you at school.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Work.”
“Right.”
Giving him a platonic kiss on the cheek, she took her leave. Riding down on the elevator, she smirked to herself. “Game on.”
--
“He knows?” Meg’s eyes practically fell out of their sockets. “How do you know he knows?”
“He found my wig. Those Casablancas brothers must have gone through my trunk on Saturday.”
“You don’t seem very worried.”
“That’s because I’m not.”
“But he knows.”
“A fact that we’ve already established.”
“What are you going to do?” She saw the wicked smile cross her lips. “Veronica.”
“What? I haven’t decided yet. All I know is that I’m going to have fun doing it.”
--
Veronica was sidetracked from her fun and games when a case fell into her lap. She spent the next three weeks with the help of Mac, Wallace and Meg investigating the thief of Danielle Margot’s diary.
She slammed her locker shut in annoyance.
“Who would think that the great Veronica Mars couldn’t recover a simple diary?” Wallace shook his head in amusement.
“Given that the Margots are a very mysterious and yet social family, anyone could have gained accessed into Danielle’s room. Also, given the fact that Danielle probably has more dirt on the 09ers than anyone else in this town, anyone in Neptune would want to get their hands on it.”
“Any leads yet?”
“One and I’ve been waiting for weeks for an opportunity to snoop.” She pulled out a fancy looking invitation.
“Madison Sinclair’s birthday party?”
“Yet another masquerade,” Veronica rolled her eyes. “Madison couldn’t let Shelly’s New Year’s party top hers, so once again we’ll be in costume.”
“You mean you’ll be in costume. I’m not going.”
“Why not?”
“It says here, ‘Black Tie.’ That’s tuxedos and top hats. No, thank you.”
“Wallace, pretty please? I need someone to stand watch for me.”
“Why don’t you ask Mac?”
“She doesn’t want to go anywhere near that house… for obvious reasons.”
“Right. Meg?”
“She’s going with Casey. I don’t want to ruin her date.”
“What about my date?”
She looked at him suspiciously. “You have a date?”
“Well, no, but I could.”
Sighing, she pouted. “Fine. I’ll fine someone else. You’re free and clear.”
--
“Thanks for letting me tag along,” Veronica smiled through her mask at Meg and Casey. “I promise I’ll leave the two of you alone once we’re inside.”
“Veronica, how many times do I have to tell you? You’re not in the way,” Meg sighed.
“I know, but I don’t want to be a third wheel. I just didn’t want to show up alone.”
“Would it matter?” Casey asked, good-naturedly. “I can’t even tell it’s you behind that mask.”
“Especially with the long black hair,” Meg reached up and tugged one long black curl hanging over Veronica’s shoulder.
“That’s the point. I’d prefer not being caught here tonight. So if anything goes missing or someone happens to see me upstairs, I’ll be safely at home with Wallace… or so my alibi says.”
“You’re not planning on robbing the place, are you?” Casey asked worriedly.
“No. I’m just going to relieve Madison of something that does not belong to her.” Veronica could feel the limo slowing. “We’re here.”
The second they were inside, Veronica said over her shoulder, “I’ll see you guys at school on Monday.” And then she disappeared into the crowd of ball gowns and tails. Grabbing a flute from one of the servers, she sipped lightly as she surveyed the area, looking for an opportunity to sneak upstairs.
--
Logan, dressed in a simple black tux, was leaning against the fireplace, champagne flute in his hands. He caught sight of a black haired vixen entering the room and straightened instantly. He didn’t think that Veronica would show at this thing. Taking one last gulp from his glass, he set it down and went to follow his dark haired vixen.
Walking the edge of the room, he studied her in her strapless ball gown. The blood red bodice encased her upper body, displaying her pert breasts to their greatest advantage as well as emphasizing her tiny waist. From her waist down, her voluminous skirts swished around her.
Logan caught up to her at the dance floor where he swept her into his arms and into a waltz around the room.
“Logan?” Veronica asked in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing.”
“I’m working.”
“Really? At what?”
“I’m trying to get upstairs.”
“Really?” A smirk stretched across his face as he spun her around the dance floor leading her into the kitchen. “We can take the back staircase.”
“‘We’? There is no ‘we’. There’s me. I’ll be going alone.”
“Not a chance.” He gestured her toward the stairs, watching to see if anyone followed. “Go, before someone sees us.”
Huffing, she complied and rushed up the stairs, her footsteps silent. She rolled her eyes when she heard Logan practically stomping behind her. “Are you wearing lead shoes?”
He looked down at his feet and shrugged, “No one warned me that we’d be lurking.”
“You should have stayed downstairs.” She continued to make her way down the hall as she scolded him.
“Where are we headed?” he asked, ignoring her comment.
“Madison’s room.” She found the door and quickly went in, dragging Logan after her so she could shut the door quickly. Throwing pillows on the ground to block the light, she finally flicked the lights on. Giving the room a quick once over, hoping against hope that Madison was stupid enough to have left the diary lying around, Veronica mentally tagged the spots that she needed to look in. Since Logan was there, she ordered, “Check the vents?”
Approaching them, he asked curiously, “What am I looking for?”
“Danielle Margot’s diary.”
“She lost her diary?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “And she deems it worthy enough to hire you to find it?”
“She’s a Margot.”
He thought for a moment and then nodded his understanding. “Then she should have been smart enough not to write anything down.”
“Just check the vents.” Veronica looked under Madison’s bed and the drawers beside it and in her desk.
“Not here.” Logan hopped down from the chair he’d been standing on.
Veronica had already moved on to the closet. Sifting through Madison’s clothes, she finally found the missing tome wedged behind last year’s shoes. “Found it.”
He watched as she slipped the volume under her skirts. “What else do you keep down there?”
She rolled her eyes. “I had some pockets sewn into the skirts. A purse doesn’t exactly go with this outfit.”
“Of course not.”
Veronica headed to the door, shutting the lights before tossing the pillows back on the bed. Pressing her ear against the door, she hissed, “Someone’s coming.”
Thinking quickly, Logan dragged Veronica against him and took her lips with his. He pulled her back until she was sprawled across him while he sat on the edge of the bed.
She had settled against him just in time for Madison to open her bedroom door.
“What the hell are you doing up here?”
Logan pulled away from Veronica in order to smirk at Madison. “It’s been so long for you that you’ve forgotten what making out looks like?”
She simpered when she realized who it was. “Logan, I didn’t realize that you showed up for my party.”
“Free booze,” he shrugged lightly.
She smiled stiffly. “Well, why don’t you… and your guest… go downstairs and enjoy some?”
“I’m actually quite happy where I am.”
“Of course,” she said weakly. “Well, I’ll just leave the two of you alone.”
“You do that.”
Madison quickly shut the door.
Logan could hear her skirts rustling as she hustled back down the hall to spread the news. “I doubt that she’ll be coming back. We can probably head out now without getting caught.”
Veronica studied him for a moment, before she decided to take advantage of the opportunity. Moving to straddle him, she pulled off her mask before bunching her skirts at her waist.
He stopped her hands when they landed at his belt. “What are you doing?”
She threw his words back at him. “It’s been so long for you that you’ve forgotten what being taken advantage of looks like?” Her words stunned him long enough for her to undo his pants and to withdraw his rock hard member. She locked eyes with him as she lowered herself on to him, holding his gaze while she took him all the way inside her. She whispered huskily against his lips, “Bring back any memories?”
Fire burned in his eyes as he processed his current predicament. She was bobbing up and down on him before he was able to resolve the fact that Veronica Mars was fucking him. “You’re not a figment of my imagination, are you?”
She groaned as she ground down against him. “Do I feel like I am?”
His hands gripped her waist as he shook his head. “This isn’t one of my many fantasies, is it? Because when it comes to you, I have an extremely overactive imagination.”
Her inner muscles rippled around him.
He moaned, “Definitely not a fantasy.”
“I’m real, Logan,” she panted. “This is me, Veronica Mars, riding you. It’s me taking you inside me. Me gripping your cock in my tight cunt. Me fulfilling one of your many fantasies.”
Logan’s grip tightened on her as her words stirred something inside him. He could feel himself tensing up, his release imminent.
“Veronica Mars,” she whispered against his ear, “is fucking your brains out… because she loves you.”
He pulled her back so that he could watch her eyes as he came, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he pulled her down hard against him. He could see her mouth fall open in orgasm with that last downward plunge.
She slumped against him, regaining her breath.
He gathered himself enough to bring his lips to the tops of her breasts where he laid soft kisses on her rising flesh. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest slow and settle into a more natural rhythm as she regained her composure.
“We should go,” Veronica whispered softly as she began to pull away.
Logan held on to her tightly, unwilling to let their night together end.
She kissed the top of his head. “I’d really rather not have Madison walk in on us… Plus wouldn’t you’d rather us continue our little party somewhere else?”
That statement got Logan moving.
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“So you and Logan…?” Meg asked curiously on Monday morning.
Veronica smiled happily. “Seems like it.”
“I thought you said that you and Logan were too complicated,” Meg teased.
“We managed to work things out.”
“So no more secret identities?”
“Maybe.”
“Veronica.”
“What? I have to keep my options open.”
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Dressed in a red t-shirt with wings outlined in white on his back, Logan fluttered around his condo with a quiver strapped to his back and a bow in his hands. He was going to kill someone for being conned into being cupid at his own Valentine’s Day party. Although he did find it entertaining to shoot people with his Velcro tipped arrows, he really didn’t want to spend the night playing matchmaker. Seeing Cassidy, he tossed the bow and quiver at the younger Casablancas. “Here, shoot away.”
“But-”
Logan didn’t give him a chance to protest since he was already halfway across the room in search of his wayward girlfriend. He suddenly tensed up when he felt the heat of lustful eyes boring into his back. Turning, he instantly spotted the strawberry blond standing near his bedroom. Dressed in a scandalously short red plaid skirt and light pink button up shirt, she fiddled with her long tresses, waiting for him to notice her. He groaned aloud when he reached her. “You know what knee socks do to me.”
“Of course I do,” she smiled seductively.
He grinned as he allowed her to pull him into his bedroom. “You know, we don’t have to be dressed up every time we have sex?”
“But it’s kind of fun this way.”
“Fine,” he mock sulked, “but this time I’d prefer seeing you with your real hair.”
She giggled when he reached up and tossed away her wig. “Come on, Cupid. Show me what you’re made of.”
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The End.
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