It's a Wonderful Lilly (Logan/Veronica) NC-17
Title: It's a Wonderful Lilly
Author: StarCrossdSparrow
Pairing/Characters: Veronica/Logan, Lilly, mentions of the rest of the gang
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1 (part two)
Word Count: 5783
Disclaimer: RT is the master of all things "Veronica Mars." I'll put everyone back when I'm done, so please don't sue. Frank Capra (and all things Jimmy Stewart) also don't belong to me.
Spoilers: Through 3.09 “Spit and Eggs” but nothing really specific. Just know the first two seasons.
Summary: In this very special episode of VM, Veronica learns a lesson from Lilly about Logan. Hey, every show has to have it's It's a Wonderful Life moment. Even if it does become smutty. Sorry, George.
Author's Note: Written for the “Santa Baby Challenge” at
vm_library. Thanks to my beta, the darling
sweetumms33and love to my encouragement in the form of
erin2326. You girls are the very best!
Veronica grumbled as Lamb manhandled her into the back seat. Lilly rode in the front and both she and the sheriff tried to out-flirt one another. Veronica tried desperately not to gag during the excruciatingly long ride to the department.
As soon as Veronica was booked, Lamb escorted Lilly back to the holding cell on his arm. With a disarming grin, he opened the door and asked, “You sure you want to go in? My office can be pretty comfortable.”
Lilly smiled up at him. “Thanks, Don, but I've got to look after her. Hard day, you know.”
Lamb nodded, full of feigned sympathy and left them.
Veronica voiced her disgust, “How could he not have recognized you? I mean, you were his first real case.”
Lilly shook her head to indicate the negative. “Actually, Lamb really didn't work my case that much. It was mostly the deputies. Lamb just took all the credit.”
Veronica snorted. “At least some things stayed the same.”
Lilly looked at her friend with a sad smile, “Your dad never became sheriff, you know. Without you to look after, your mom split on my dad's arm, loaded to the gills with his cash. Your dad quit the force after that and took up the PI lifestyle”
“So, Mars Investigations still has a shingle downtown?”
“No. Your dad went to work for Vinnie Vanlowe.”
“What?” Veronica barked.
Lilly nodded. “I might as well just give you the scoop on the whole town since neither you nor I have the cash to get you out of here. Ask away.”
Veronica shook her head, baffled. “What?”
“I can't answer anything if you don't ask the right questions. One of the rules, you know. So, fire away. I've only got about twenty minutes before JonBenet uses my hot rollers on that Tate bitch.”
Veronica frowned at both odd bits of information before shaking her head and playing along. “What happened to Wallace?”
Lilly considered a moment before answering. “Well, you remember the flag pole incident?”
Veronica nodded.
“No one cut him down. Weevil and PCHers got to him and beat him pretty badly. He survived, but he was a social pariah. He never got the basketball scholarship to Hearst. I think he's still scraping together pennies from his Sack and Pack pay to get through community.”
“But he's such a good basketball player. It shouldn't have mattered!”
Lilly rolled her eyes. “God, Veronica. You're so dense sometimes. He never got the support you gave him. His self esteem was like, rock bottom.”
Veronica looked away from her friend. “Your brother?”
Lilly smiled sadly. “The Donut's with me. Well, not exactly with me. Remember when I told you that suicides go somewhere else?”
Veronica whirled around to face Lilly. “Duncan? No! He didn't-”
“He did. When Celeste told him that she found him holding my dead body, he was convinced he'd killed me. He put a bullet in his mouth that night. But,” Lilly laid a hand on Veronica's forearm, “It's not all bad. After a few more years, he can come to where I am.”
Veronica shook her head. “What about Aaron? Did he ever get caught?”
Lilly looked away and shook her head. “No. No one looked after that Koontz guy was put on Death Row. He died before they could kill him. And, when Duncan killed himself, everyone either figured he'd been the one who killed me and the guilt finally got to him or he did it because he missed me. No one ever found the tapes.”
“So Aaron's still alive. What about Lynn?”
“She still jumped.”
Veronica thought on that for a beat before asking, “What about the bus crash?”
Lilly pressed her lips into a grim line. “Still happened. Meg died but, of course, she wasn't pregnant. Beaver and Dick were in the limo, so they survived.”
“What about Beaver?”
“He's still alive. He killed that mayor with a car bomb. But he goes to Yale or something. Casablancas cash goes a long way.”
“Mac?”
“She never went out with Beaver and she doesn't know her parents aren't her parents.”
“At least she's better off.”
Lilly grasped Veronica's hand. “No, she's not. She'll never be the same person without those things. She'll always wonder why she doesn't fit in with her family. She isn't half as fun without having met you, you know.”
Veronica stayed quiet.
Lilly looked at her in earnest. “There's still one person you haven't asked about.”
Veronica looked down at the cement floor, avoiding Lilly's gaze.
“Come on, just ask the question.”
Veronica's breath hitched. Half of her didn't want to know. But, of course she really did. “Logan. What happened to Logan?”
Lilly took in a big breath and glanced at her watch. “He never made it to his eighteenth birthday. Without you to console him when Lynn jumped, without you to give him hope that she was alive, he drove that ugly ass car of his over the edge.”
“So, he's with Duncan?”
Lilly shook her head sadly. “No. Duncan died loving me and feeling false guilt for me. Logan died because he hated everything and everyone around him. His suicide will never be resolved.”
Veronica choked back a sob.
Lilly laid a hand on her shoulder and checked her watch once more. “Do you see how much you mean to people? Without you, Neptune is a scarier place.” Veronica let the tears slip down over her cheeks as Lilly gathered her into a hug. “I've got to go, Veronica.”
Lilly was fading as Veronica sat back from her friend's comforting arms. “No, you can't!”A note of panic rang through her plea. “How do I fix it?”
Lilly smiled and warm light filled the chilled cell. “You just did. Goodbye, Veronica. I love you, girl.”
“No! Don't go!”
Lilly stood. “I have to. The other guests will miss me if I'm not there. I am super fabulous, you know. Plus, I mix a killer Cosmo.”
Veronica laughed weakly through her tears.
“But, you take this advice, okay? Give him a chance. You both deserve it.” With that, Lilly walked away, evaporating as Veronica looked on.
Veronica's tears came harder and faster, her body wracked with sobs.
She heard the sheriff outside of her cell. “Hey, are you okay? Veronica? Are you all right?”
Veronica looked up. The sheriff didn't know her name.
The bars slid away. Lamb's voice swam in and out of her hearing. It was replaced by another familiar voice. And a familiar hand on her shoulder. On her cheek.
“Veronica! Please wake up!”
Veronica sat up, feeling heavy and battered. She was in her car again, still crushed against the tree. She looked to the passenger seat. Lilly wasn't there.
But Logan was. He was kneeling across the seat, concern marring his handsome face.
“Oh, God, Veronica!” he gasped as she opened her eyes. He pulled her close into a tight hug. Her bones hurt, but she felt the pain melt away in his arms.
He set her back from him and ran his hands over her face once more. “Are you hurt? I called an ambulance. What's broken?” His words tumbled out and Veronica smiled weakly at him.
“What's the other guy look like?”
Logan sighed and pulled her into another hug. “I'm sorry to tell you this, but he looks like venison,” he answered with a relieved chuckle.
Veronica shivered and wrapped her arms around him. “How'd you find me?”
Logan sat back and searched her face. “I don't know. Something made me double back. I went to the mall to see you today. I shouldn't have let you leave without me.”
Veronica arched her eyebrows. “Well, it certainly looked like you were seeing someone else to me.” She winced. She knew her voice sounded angry. And she wasn't angry. Not really.
Logan shook his head. “I know I say this too often, but it wasn't what it looked like. I had a class with that girl. And, while I was waiting for you, we had some coffee. She got the wrong idea and-”
“Threw herself at you?” This time, she deliberately added the anger she didn't feel.
“I'm sorry, Veronica. I swear I was coming to talk to you.”
Veronica grinned. “I know. I just-”
Logan expelled a half-laugh. “Like to make me sweat?”
Veronica arched an eyebrow. “In lots of ways.”
Logan smirked. “Why do girls always throw themselves at me?”
Veronica pulled herself across the console until she was in his lap. “Just lucky, I guess.”
He blinked in surprise at the change in her, “I-”
She stopped him with a kiss. When she pulled back. “Less talking. More sweating.”
Logan pulled her close and devoured her mouth like a starving man, his hands finding every bit he'd memorized over the last two years.
They were interrupted by the wail of siren.
“Ambulance is here,” Logan murmured, reluctantly pulling away.
“And I'm supposed to be the detective,” Veronica grumbled. She climbed over him, noting that was already hard for her. Logan was not going to make following Lilly's advice difficult.
She walked to greet the paramedics and the local sheriff. Luckily, she hadn't yet crossed into Balboa County so she didn't have to see Lamb or any of the other deputies. Submitting to their fussing for a few minutes, she was glad to answer their antiseptic questions. Concentrating on her memories of the accident let her simmer over Logan for a moment.
Whenever she was thrust back into his arms, she always let her brain get in the way. She lived their relationship between his crisp sheets at the Grand and the rest of the time, pretended things weren't wrong. Unless he pissed her off.
But Lilly had told her to give him a chance.
Once the scene was cleared and she watched the SUV roll away, affixed to a tow truck, she climbed into the huge, impersonal Range Rover. It dawned on her as he closed her door that he'd never asked for his spare keys back. He'd let her keep the keys to a seventy-five thousand dollar vehicle. He also hadn't asked for the key to his suite. She choked on a half-laugh, half-sob.
He caught it as he got into the driver's seat. “Veronica? What's wrong?”
The concern in his voice pushed her over the edge. Tears she hadn't gotten to shed fell, unbidden, unwanted, unyielding. Logan reached for her and she let him hold her again. She didn't care that her tears were soaking his sweater, she didn't care that she was at her most vulnerable, she just didn't want him to let her go again.
“I'll try, Logan,” she choked out. Her words sparked another round of tears, but this time, he didn't let her bury her face against his shoulder.
He held her chin and met her gaze. “What? What are you going to try?”
Her voice hitched. “I'll try not to fuck up this time. I'm going to fix it.”
Logan pulled her back against him. “It's not broken.” His murmured reassurance sent her into another bout of tears.
Once she'd finally shed every last tear, she tipped her face up to him.
She saw him try to hold back a laugh, but his lips were quirking in all the wrong directions. She pushed him playfully and wiped her face. “I know I look terrible.”
Logan stayed her arm. “You look beautiful to me.”
She stopped and stared at him for a beat before bridging the gap across the console once more and laying a kiss on his lips.
“Wasn't there something about sweating that came up earlier?” he asked against her mouth.
Veronica smiled and broke the kiss. She wriggled back through the space between the front seats and beckoned to him from the back seats.
Logan grinned and practically dove back to her. He was on top of her, peeling away her light sweater, covering her abdomen in kisses. She slid out of the garment, willingly. As he undid the top button of her jeans, she murmured, “It's so big back here.”
He kissed a path along the top of her exposed panties, “Why do you think I bought it?” He yanked her jeans down, a little roughly.
“Over-,” she gasped as he slid his hand over the thatch of damp curls and pushed two fingers into her, “-compensating?” she panted out.
He rose up over her and peeled his own shirt off. He didn't stop his assault on her hot interior, even as she dripped all over his leather interior. He leaned down and growled against her ear. “You should know better than anyone that there's nothing to worry about in the department.” To emphasize his words, he put her hand on his cock over his jeans.
She squirmed against him as he dipped his head to suck one of her nipples over her thin cotton bra. He left behind a wet circle on the white fabric as he moved to lave the other. She tried in vain to unbutton his jeans, but he'd have none of that.
“I want you to want it, Veronica,” he growled again. The deeper timbre of his voice thrilled her and she bucked again against his fingers. He added a third and thumbed the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs.
She tossed her head back, and ground down against his taunting fingers. “Logan. I need you. Now.” The last bit came out as a moan as he readjusted his pointer finger to find that susceptible knot of nerves just inside of her.
He danced all around that spot, glorying in the breathy, urgent moans that issued from her. “No.”
“No?” she gasped.
Logan dropped to his knees and lifted her to his mouth. As he thrust his tongue into her, Veronica convulsed. Even as she was coming against his hot mouth, he didn't let up, tracing her with his tongue and fingers. Finally, her spent body sagged heavily, the backs of her knees still resting on his shoulders.
He climbed up from his place on the floor and aligned his body with hers. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, breathing in the heady aroma of sex and Logan. She reached for his hand and, acting purely on instinct, proceeded to lick herself off of each one his fingers. She watched him as she tongued each finger individually. His eyes were glued to her mouth and his breathing was steadily growing more and more shallow.
Finally, he pulled his hand away from her and plundered her mouth, reenacting his southerly performance with his tongue. Veronica slid a hand between them and into Logan's jeans. She spread her open palm over his perfect ass and insinuated one naked thigh between his still clothed ones.
She moved her hips against him, feeling his hard length through the stiff cotton. He made to unbutton them, but she knocked his hand away and purred, “I want you to want it.”
She rolled him over and pulled him into a sitting position. Facing him, she unhooked her bra with one hand and held his hands behind him with the other. “No touching,” she breathed and she rocked against him. She was dripping again, the coarse fabric tantalizing her sensitive flesh.
He tried to capture her mouth from his pinned position. “You didn't seem to mind the touching earlier,” he groaned as she dipped her head to nibble the thin flesh along his collarbone.
Veronica nipped at his earlobe, still thrusting her hips against him. “Like I said, I'm not going to fuck this up.”
“I was sort of hoping that that was on the menu,” Logan panted.
She smiled against him and let go his hands. She knelt on the floor and he made to reach for her hair. She ducked him as she unfastened his pants. “Uh-uh. No touching.”
Logan groaned as she skimmed the denim down over his cock. He was without boxers. “Felt lucky?” she whispered, breathing on his denuded prick.
“I... uh... just-” he just stopped talking altogether and groaned as she placed a chaste kiss on the head. “Killing me,” he breathed.
She looked up at him, wide eyes and innocence personified. “You want me to stop?”
He shook his head and just watched her.
Veronica licked a path from the dark nest of hair to the tip and back down. On her next trip up, she stopped to flick the pearly drop from the head. Logan moaned and grasped Veronica's arms, hauling her up into his lap.
“Screw not touching,” he murmured against her ear.
“And I'd hoped that would be on the-”
Logan silenced her by impaling her heat on his erection. She gasped as it hit home. Filled, it took her a moment to rise again on her knees to rock back down on him. She leaned back and he grasped her hips. She was sure that he'd leave his fingerprints behind because he was holding so tightly, but she didn't care. She could only gasp for breath and hold on for purchase as he drove himself into her.
He pulled her close and caught her mouth in a kiss. Veronica kissed back, unrelenting, until the world crumbled around her and all she knew was his arms, his mouth, and his cock inside of her.
She kissed his name against his lips and bunched his hair in her fingers, struggling to hold him as the felt herself dissociate. She felt his arms around her, every inch of their flesh touching. He was still rocking wildly beneath her. Every muscle in her body was reacting to Logan and finally, his body joined hers.
Filled to capacity with him, she sagged against him, breathing raggedly as he came down from his orgasm. Boneless and satiated, it took him shifting her from him lap and back against the leather cushions for Veronica to move.
He stretched out next to her, pulling her tight against his chest. “Let's never move,” he murmured.
“I love you.”
The words tumbled out without Veronica having thought them.
Logan opened his eyes, bleary from lust and growing sleepy. He smiled, lazily and kissed her forehead. “I love you, too. Let's stop all the crazy breaking up for awhile, okay?”
Veronica buried her face against his shoulder. “Okay. But, we need to have some blowout fights so we can make up more often.”
She felt Logan's smile. “Okay. I already have a topic that is sure to lead to some hot making up: how cute does Veronica Mars look in an elf costume? Discuss.”
Veronica pinched Logan's side, but he was so tired, he didn't retaliate. “I'll get you for that one as soon as I've napped.”
As if on cue, Veronica yawned. She closed her eyes. The soundtrack of her dreams was a mix of Bon Jovi, Logan's heartbeat, and Lilly's happy laughter.
Additional Note / Edit {2006-12-29}: Since this came up twice in the comments, I'll post an official apology for the mentions of Lilly's Heaven friends, JonBenet Ramsey, Laci Peterson, and Sharon Tate. No offense was meant.
Author: StarCrossdSparrow
Pairing/Characters: Veronica/Logan, Lilly, mentions of the rest of the gang
Rating: NC-17
Chapter: 1/1 (part two)
Word Count: 5783
Disclaimer: RT is the master of all things "Veronica Mars." I'll put everyone back when I'm done, so please don't sue. Frank Capra (and all things Jimmy Stewart) also don't belong to me.
Spoilers: Through 3.09 “Spit and Eggs” but nothing really specific. Just know the first two seasons.
Summary: In this very special episode of VM, Veronica learns a lesson from Lilly about Logan. Hey, every show has to have it's It's a Wonderful Life moment. Even if it does become smutty. Sorry, George.
Author's Note: Written for the “Santa Baby Challenge” at
vm_library. Thanks to my beta, the darling
sweetumms33and love to my encouragement in the form of
erin2326. You girls are the very best!
Veronica grumbled as Lamb manhandled her into the back seat. Lilly rode in the front and both she and the sheriff tried to out-flirt one another. Veronica tried desperately not to gag during the excruciatingly long ride to the department.
As soon as Veronica was booked, Lamb escorted Lilly back to the holding cell on his arm. With a disarming grin, he opened the door and asked, “You sure you want to go in? My office can be pretty comfortable.”
Lilly smiled up at him. “Thanks, Don, but I've got to look after her. Hard day, you know.”
Lamb nodded, full of feigned sympathy and left them.
Veronica voiced her disgust, “How could he not have recognized you? I mean, you were his first real case.”
Lilly shook her head to indicate the negative. “Actually, Lamb really didn't work my case that much. It was mostly the deputies. Lamb just took all the credit.”
Veronica snorted. “At least some things stayed the same.”
Lilly looked at her friend with a sad smile, “Your dad never became sheriff, you know. Without you to look after, your mom split on my dad's arm, loaded to the gills with his cash. Your dad quit the force after that and took up the PI lifestyle”
“So, Mars Investigations still has a shingle downtown?”
“No. Your dad went to work for Vinnie Vanlowe.”
“What?” Veronica barked.
Lilly nodded. “I might as well just give you the scoop on the whole town since neither you nor I have the cash to get you out of here. Ask away.”
Veronica shook her head, baffled. “What?”
“I can't answer anything if you don't ask the right questions. One of the rules, you know. So, fire away. I've only got about twenty minutes before JonBenet uses my hot rollers on that Tate bitch.”
Veronica frowned at both odd bits of information before shaking her head and playing along. “What happened to Wallace?”
Lilly considered a moment before answering. “Well, you remember the flag pole incident?”
Veronica nodded.
“No one cut him down. Weevil and PCHers got to him and beat him pretty badly. He survived, but he was a social pariah. He never got the basketball scholarship to Hearst. I think he's still scraping together pennies from his Sack and Pack pay to get through community.”
“But he's such a good basketball player. It shouldn't have mattered!”
Lilly rolled her eyes. “God, Veronica. You're so dense sometimes. He never got the support you gave him. His self esteem was like, rock bottom.”
Veronica looked away from her friend. “Your brother?”
Lilly smiled sadly. “The Donut's with me. Well, not exactly with me. Remember when I told you that suicides go somewhere else?”
Veronica whirled around to face Lilly. “Duncan? No! He didn't-”
“He did. When Celeste told him that she found him holding my dead body, he was convinced he'd killed me. He put a bullet in his mouth that night. But,” Lilly laid a hand on Veronica's forearm, “It's not all bad. After a few more years, he can come to where I am.”
Veronica shook her head. “What about Aaron? Did he ever get caught?”
Lilly looked away and shook her head. “No. No one looked after that Koontz guy was put on Death Row. He died before they could kill him. And, when Duncan killed himself, everyone either figured he'd been the one who killed me and the guilt finally got to him or he did it because he missed me. No one ever found the tapes.”
“So Aaron's still alive. What about Lynn?”
“She still jumped.”
Veronica thought on that for a beat before asking, “What about the bus crash?”
Lilly pressed her lips into a grim line. “Still happened. Meg died but, of course, she wasn't pregnant. Beaver and Dick were in the limo, so they survived.”
“What about Beaver?”
“He's still alive. He killed that mayor with a car bomb. But he goes to Yale or something. Casablancas cash goes a long way.”
“Mac?”
“She never went out with Beaver and she doesn't know her parents aren't her parents.”
“At least she's better off.”
Lilly grasped Veronica's hand. “No, she's not. She'll never be the same person without those things. She'll always wonder why she doesn't fit in with her family. She isn't half as fun without having met you, you know.”
Veronica stayed quiet.
Lilly looked at her in earnest. “There's still one person you haven't asked about.”
Veronica looked down at the cement floor, avoiding Lilly's gaze.
“Come on, just ask the question.”
Veronica's breath hitched. Half of her didn't want to know. But, of course she really did. “Logan. What happened to Logan?”
Lilly took in a big breath and glanced at her watch. “He never made it to his eighteenth birthday. Without you to console him when Lynn jumped, without you to give him hope that she was alive, he drove that ugly ass car of his over the edge.”
“So, he's with Duncan?”
Lilly shook her head sadly. “No. Duncan died loving me and feeling false guilt for me. Logan died because he hated everything and everyone around him. His suicide will never be resolved.”
Veronica choked back a sob.
Lilly laid a hand on her shoulder and checked her watch once more. “Do you see how much you mean to people? Without you, Neptune is a scarier place.” Veronica let the tears slip down over her cheeks as Lilly gathered her into a hug. “I've got to go, Veronica.”
Lilly was fading as Veronica sat back from her friend's comforting arms. “No, you can't!”A note of panic rang through her plea. “How do I fix it?”
Lilly smiled and warm light filled the chilled cell. “You just did. Goodbye, Veronica. I love you, girl.”
“No! Don't go!”
Lilly stood. “I have to. The other guests will miss me if I'm not there. I am super fabulous, you know. Plus, I mix a killer Cosmo.”
Veronica laughed weakly through her tears.
“But, you take this advice, okay? Give him a chance. You both deserve it.” With that, Lilly walked away, evaporating as Veronica looked on.
Veronica's tears came harder and faster, her body wracked with sobs.
She heard the sheriff outside of her cell. “Hey, are you okay? Veronica? Are you all right?”
Veronica looked up. The sheriff didn't know her name.
The bars slid away. Lamb's voice swam in and out of her hearing. It was replaced by another familiar voice. And a familiar hand on her shoulder. On her cheek.
“Veronica! Please wake up!”
Veronica sat up, feeling heavy and battered. She was in her car again, still crushed against the tree. She looked to the passenger seat. Lilly wasn't there.
But Logan was. He was kneeling across the seat, concern marring his handsome face.
“Oh, God, Veronica!” he gasped as she opened her eyes. He pulled her close into a tight hug. Her bones hurt, but she felt the pain melt away in his arms.
He set her back from him and ran his hands over her face once more. “Are you hurt? I called an ambulance. What's broken?” His words tumbled out and Veronica smiled weakly at him.
“What's the other guy look like?”
Logan sighed and pulled her into another hug. “I'm sorry to tell you this, but he looks like venison,” he answered with a relieved chuckle.
Veronica shivered and wrapped her arms around him. “How'd you find me?”
Logan sat back and searched her face. “I don't know. Something made me double back. I went to the mall to see you today. I shouldn't have let you leave without me.”
Veronica arched her eyebrows. “Well, it certainly looked like you were seeing someone else to me.” She winced. She knew her voice sounded angry. And she wasn't angry. Not really.
Logan shook his head. “I know I say this too often, but it wasn't what it looked like. I had a class with that girl. And, while I was waiting for you, we had some coffee. She got the wrong idea and-”
“Threw herself at you?” This time, she deliberately added the anger she didn't feel.
“I'm sorry, Veronica. I swear I was coming to talk to you.”
Veronica grinned. “I know. I just-”
Logan expelled a half-laugh. “Like to make me sweat?”
Veronica arched an eyebrow. “In lots of ways.”
Logan smirked. “Why do girls always throw themselves at me?”
Veronica pulled herself across the console until she was in his lap. “Just lucky, I guess.”
He blinked in surprise at the change in her, “I-”
She stopped him with a kiss. When she pulled back. “Less talking. More sweating.”
Logan pulled her close and devoured her mouth like a starving man, his hands finding every bit he'd memorized over the last two years.
They were interrupted by the wail of siren.
“Ambulance is here,” Logan murmured, reluctantly pulling away.
“And I'm supposed to be the detective,” Veronica grumbled. She climbed over him, noting that was already hard for her. Logan was not going to make following Lilly's advice difficult.
She walked to greet the paramedics and the local sheriff. Luckily, she hadn't yet crossed into Balboa County so she didn't have to see Lamb or any of the other deputies. Submitting to their fussing for a few minutes, she was glad to answer their antiseptic questions. Concentrating on her memories of the accident let her simmer over Logan for a moment.
Whenever she was thrust back into his arms, she always let her brain get in the way. She lived their relationship between his crisp sheets at the Grand and the rest of the time, pretended things weren't wrong. Unless he pissed her off.
But Lilly had told her to give him a chance.
Once the scene was cleared and she watched the SUV roll away, affixed to a tow truck, she climbed into the huge, impersonal Range Rover. It dawned on her as he closed her door that he'd never asked for his spare keys back. He'd let her keep the keys to a seventy-five thousand dollar vehicle. He also hadn't asked for the key to his suite. She choked on a half-laugh, half-sob.
He caught it as he got into the driver's seat. “Veronica? What's wrong?”
The concern in his voice pushed her over the edge. Tears she hadn't gotten to shed fell, unbidden, unwanted, unyielding. Logan reached for her and she let him hold her again. She didn't care that her tears were soaking his sweater, she didn't care that she was at her most vulnerable, she just didn't want him to let her go again.
“I'll try, Logan,” she choked out. Her words sparked another round of tears, but this time, he didn't let her bury her face against his shoulder.
He held her chin and met her gaze. “What? What are you going to try?”
Her voice hitched. “I'll try not to fuck up this time. I'm going to fix it.”
Logan pulled her back against him. “It's not broken.” His murmured reassurance sent her into another bout of tears.
Once she'd finally shed every last tear, she tipped her face up to him.
She saw him try to hold back a laugh, but his lips were quirking in all the wrong directions. She pushed him playfully and wiped her face. “I know I look terrible.”
Logan stayed her arm. “You look beautiful to me.”
She stopped and stared at him for a beat before bridging the gap across the console once more and laying a kiss on his lips.
“Wasn't there something about sweating that came up earlier?” he asked against her mouth.
Veronica smiled and broke the kiss. She wriggled back through the space between the front seats and beckoned to him from the back seats.
Logan grinned and practically dove back to her. He was on top of her, peeling away her light sweater, covering her abdomen in kisses. She slid out of the garment, willingly. As he undid the top button of her jeans, she murmured, “It's so big back here.”
He kissed a path along the top of her exposed panties, “Why do you think I bought it?” He yanked her jeans down, a little roughly.
“Over-,” she gasped as he slid his hand over the thatch of damp curls and pushed two fingers into her, “-compensating?” she panted out.
He rose up over her and peeled his own shirt off. He didn't stop his assault on her hot interior, even as she dripped all over his leather interior. He leaned down and growled against her ear. “You should know better than anyone that there's nothing to worry about in the department.” To emphasize his words, he put her hand on his cock over his jeans.
She squirmed against him as he dipped his head to suck one of her nipples over her thin cotton bra. He left behind a wet circle on the white fabric as he moved to lave the other. She tried in vain to unbutton his jeans, but he'd have none of that.
“I want you to want it, Veronica,” he growled again. The deeper timbre of his voice thrilled her and she bucked again against his fingers. He added a third and thumbed the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs.
She tossed her head back, and ground down against his taunting fingers. “Logan. I need you. Now.” The last bit came out as a moan as he readjusted his pointer finger to find that susceptible knot of nerves just inside of her.
He danced all around that spot, glorying in the breathy, urgent moans that issued from her. “No.”
“No?” she gasped.
Logan dropped to his knees and lifted her to his mouth. As he thrust his tongue into her, Veronica convulsed. Even as she was coming against his hot mouth, he didn't let up, tracing her with his tongue and fingers. Finally, her spent body sagged heavily, the backs of her knees still resting on his shoulders.
He climbed up from his place on the floor and aligned his body with hers. She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, breathing in the heady aroma of sex and Logan. She reached for his hand and, acting purely on instinct, proceeded to lick herself off of each one his fingers. She watched him as she tongued each finger individually. His eyes were glued to her mouth and his breathing was steadily growing more and more shallow.
Finally, he pulled his hand away from her and plundered her mouth, reenacting his southerly performance with his tongue. Veronica slid a hand between them and into Logan's jeans. She spread her open palm over his perfect ass and insinuated one naked thigh between his still clothed ones.
She moved her hips against him, feeling his hard length through the stiff cotton. He made to unbutton them, but she knocked his hand away and purred, “I want you to want it.”
She rolled him over and pulled him into a sitting position. Facing him, she unhooked her bra with one hand and held his hands behind him with the other. “No touching,” she breathed and she rocked against him. She was dripping again, the coarse fabric tantalizing her sensitive flesh.
He tried to capture her mouth from his pinned position. “You didn't seem to mind the touching earlier,” he groaned as she dipped her head to nibble the thin flesh along his collarbone.
Veronica nipped at his earlobe, still thrusting her hips against him. “Like I said, I'm not going to fuck this up.”
“I was sort of hoping that that was on the menu,” Logan panted.
She smiled against him and let go his hands. She knelt on the floor and he made to reach for her hair. She ducked him as she unfastened his pants. “Uh-uh. No touching.”
Logan groaned as she skimmed the denim down over his cock. He was without boxers. “Felt lucky?” she whispered, breathing on his denuded prick.
“I... uh... just-” he just stopped talking altogether and groaned as she placed a chaste kiss on the head. “Killing me,” he breathed.
She looked up at him, wide eyes and innocence personified. “You want me to stop?”
He shook his head and just watched her.
Veronica licked a path from the dark nest of hair to the tip and back down. On her next trip up, she stopped to flick the pearly drop from the head. Logan moaned and grasped Veronica's arms, hauling her up into his lap.
“Screw not touching,” he murmured against her ear.
“And I'd hoped that would be on the-”
Logan silenced her by impaling her heat on his erection. She gasped as it hit home. Filled, it took her a moment to rise again on her knees to rock back down on him. She leaned back and he grasped her hips. She was sure that he'd leave his fingerprints behind because he was holding so tightly, but she didn't care. She could only gasp for breath and hold on for purchase as he drove himself into her.
He pulled her close and caught her mouth in a kiss. Veronica kissed back, unrelenting, until the world crumbled around her and all she knew was his arms, his mouth, and his cock inside of her.
She kissed his name against his lips and bunched his hair in her fingers, struggling to hold him as the felt herself dissociate. She felt his arms around her, every inch of their flesh touching. He was still rocking wildly beneath her. Every muscle in her body was reacting to Logan and finally, his body joined hers.
Filled to capacity with him, she sagged against him, breathing raggedly as he came down from his orgasm. Boneless and satiated, it took him shifting her from him lap and back against the leather cushions for Veronica to move.
He stretched out next to her, pulling her tight against his chest. “Let's never move,” he murmured.
“I love you.”
The words tumbled out without Veronica having thought them.
Logan opened his eyes, bleary from lust and growing sleepy. He smiled, lazily and kissed her forehead. “I love you, too. Let's stop all the crazy breaking up for awhile, okay?”
Veronica buried her face against his shoulder. “Okay. But, we need to have some blowout fights so we can make up more often.”
She felt Logan's smile. “Okay. I already have a topic that is sure to lead to some hot making up: how cute does Veronica Mars look in an elf costume? Discuss.”
Veronica pinched Logan's side, but he was so tired, he didn't retaliate. “I'll get you for that one as soon as I've napped.”
As if on cue, Veronica yawned. She closed her eyes. The soundtrack of her dreams was a mix of Bon Jovi, Logan's heartbeat, and Lilly's happy laughter.
Additional Note / Edit {2006-12-29}: Since this came up twice in the comments, I'll post an official apology for the mentions of Lilly's Heaven friends, JonBenet Ramsey, Laci Peterson, and Sharon Tate. No offense was meant.