Fic: Secrets (Behind the Scenes) (NC-17) (Part 4)
Title: Secrets (Behind the Scenes)
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica (Logan POV)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It started with a secret that turned into two and spiralled her life out of her control.
Spoilers/Warnings: Eventually there will be spoilers for season two, but not as of yet. Spoilers for the complete first season. The fic will eventually be NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 3406
Any Author's Notes: This part is from Logan’s POV. The next part will be from Lilly’s POV. Then back to Veronica. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue!
Previously
I’d barely slept last night, thinking about what Veronica could be hiding. Thinking about her in general. I had to take myself in hand more than once during the long sleepless night. What the hell was it about this girl that was driving me over the edge? There was something there, something lurking beneath the surface. Bad Ass Veronica Mars was coming out to play more and more.
I was leaning against my locker with my eyes closed, remembering the look on her face yesterday when she’d come apart in my arms. The sounds that had gasped from her throat had me hardening once again in my pants. The collective gasp from the people around me snapped my eyes open, drawing me out of the memories. She’s here.
I watch as she makes her way slowly towards Lilly. Walking sex, and it finally strikes me; this isn’t the Veronica Mars I know. Hidden depths walking towards me, towards Lilly, towards something. I catch the glimmer in her eye and know that things are about to get weird, or wonderful, maybe a little bit of both. Determination, steel, conviction burning bright in her eyes, and I’m hard in my pants from one breath to the next.
I can’t hear anything, can’t hear what she’s saying to Lilly over the whispers around me, around her, the collective gasps up and down the hallway. I’m about to move closer when I finally catch part of the conversation, her voice mentioning the words sex kitten, before she turns toward me. I can’t take my eyes away from her.
Slinking towards me, feline grace, sex appeal, animalistic, a walking wet dream come true and she’s heading straight for me. I widen my eyes a little at the fire in her gaze, a slow smile spreading across my face, as she gets closer. She’s pressing against me and my breath hitches in my throat. Fuck she feels good. I want to say something, tell her how she feels against me, tell her how I’m feeling, but her mouth is on mine before I get the chance.
She throws herself at me, literally, my head banging against the locker behind me. I want to challenge her, see how far she’s willing to go with her lips mashed against my own. Biting kisses drive me to distraction, teeth digging harder into my lower lip and I can’t help the gasp of pain that escapes, or the fact her tongue is now in my mouth.
My brain whites out and all I can feel is the hot, wet, slick, tongue sliding against my own. I grab at her, seeking purchase, something to hold onto before I drown inside the kiss. So intense, hard, bruising, I want more, need more, I have to have her. I spin us quickly until she’s pinned between myself and the locker, trapped, moaning into my mouth.
I kiss her the way she’s meant to be kissed, the way I’d dreamed about the night before. Hard, messy, loud, groaning into her mouth as I lose all semblance of control, I’ve forgotten where we are, the audience around us, the only thing that exists is her mouth. Oh god her mouth. She’s so tiny against me, so small, eagerly returning my kisses with a feverish desperation. Veronica’s trying to climb inside me, I’m not sure she realises she’s already there.
I can feel the hand on the back of my shirt, feel the hands pulling me away from her, but I don’t want to go, don’t want to leave her, want to kiss more, want her, all of her. I can’t hear anything at all as I strain against the hands holding me. Slowly I’m coming back to myself, back to my surroundings, to the sound of clapping. I’m… we’re at school. There are people around, and Vice Principal Clemmons is gripping my shoulder. Shit.
I watch her mouth form the words Lunch, straining against Clemmons as he tries to lead me down the hallway. The wolf whistles making her blush, and I can’t help the small smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. We definitely put on a hell of a show.
“Hey Logan! I’m pretty certain that colour of lipstick clashes with your shirt. Try burnt orange next time.” Lilly’s amused voice could be heard from a few feet away, as the rest of the hallway burst into laughter.
I laugh along with the rest of the hallway as Veronica follows a few feet behind. Lunch. I just have to make it until Lunch.
~~~
A twenty-minute lecture from Clemmons later and I was on my way back to class, sans Veronica. He’d separated us; probably afraid we’d have sex right there on his desk blotter. I spent the rest of the morning with a permanent erection, and a brand new use for my textbooks.
Second period is over before I know it. Heading back out into the crowded hallway towards my locker when out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of Lilly and Veronica hiding at the edge of the crowd. I can't help myself, following their gaze towards the spectacle playing out before me. Dick’s being led away by a deputy and Clemmons, drug charges, the whispers rose up around me, and I know without a doubt that I'd been used. Veronica had done something while in Clemmons office by herself. Dick wasn't supposed to have his locker searched, common knowledge.
Veronica Mars definitely isn’t what she seems.
I’m practically a walking hard on by the time lunch finally rolls around. Just thinking about Veronica taking her revenge on Dick, the look on her face as Dick was led away, the lengths she’d gone to, this Veronica was devious, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself around her.
I skip out of my last class before lunch a few minutes early, offering a bathroom break as an excuse as I grab my backpack and head towards her class, fairly vibrating with anticipation. One look at her coming out of the classroom and I know my control is going to snap. If I so much as speak a word to her I’m going to lose it right here in the hallway, taking her violently against the lockers, spectators be damned.
I take her elbow and lead her urgently toward the parking lot, towards the privacy of my Xterra. I’m hurrying as fast as I can, not wanting to trip her behind me, but I have to get there, have to get to the car before I embarrass myself by coming in my pants. I glance briefly back at her, certain that she’s feeling the urgency too, she hasn’t said one word either.
I can’t wait any longer; I need to have her, her mouth under mine. I press her against the side of the Xterra, groaning into her mouth, wanting to sink inside her, mimicking what I really wanted to be doing, tongue slide, slick, scraping against hers as we battle for dominance. I lick across her palette, trying to taste her, all of her, memorizing the feel of her mouth under mine. I’m pressing harder, lips mashed against teeth as I worm deeper, dig deeper, seconds from drawing blood, I want her to feel me.
I move her to the side, digging into my pocket for the keys, never breaking the kiss. I can’t break the kiss; I know I’ll lose her if we stop kissing.
The door opens with little difficulty and I’m pushing her roughly into the backseat, eyes blazing, skin flushed, and hands on her thighs. I can’t see anything but her. I’m moving between her spread legs, fingers pressing into the hallows of her hipbones as I stare at her. I memorize the pink in her cheeks, the fire in her eyes, the way her chest heaves as she gasps for breath. I want to remember everything about this moment, want to remember everything about her.
I stare into her eyes, looking for doubt, fear, anything to tell me this isn’t what she wants. Finding nothing but sincerity, desire, heat in her gaze I know. Know that she’s right here with me. I nod once, reaching for her belt. She’s sure, Veronica is here and I’m going to make the most of the time we have.
Pulling her pants down to her knees, I can’t help but stare, pink, wet, swollen, glistening with her need for me. Inhaling her scent, dizzy with the need rushing through me. I’m pushing two fingers in, once, twice, three times, dimly her voice sounding in the dark interior of the car. I can’t make out what she’s saying, focused on her, the arch of her hips, the hitch in her breath; I’m so lost in her.
I need to be deeper, need more, need her all around me. I can see my tanned hand on her pale thigh, pushing them up higher, her pants raising both of her legs for me. Watching her intently as I search, trying to find, and there it is, the spot, she’s gasping and mewling like a kitten under my hands and as impossible as it is, I’m getting harder. I can feel the masculine smile sweeping across my face. This is me, she’s moaning for me, mine, Veronica Mars is mine.
I blink for a moment, realising the door is open and that anyone could see, pushing her the rest of the way inside, struggling in after her, I’m so stiff I feel like I can pound nails with my cock. I shut the door and do what I’ve wanted to do since she kissed me in the hallway. I bury my face in her thighs, between her legs, inhaling her scent, the taste of her on my tongue. Veronica’s pants are still tangled around her knees and that needs to change, they need to be off, gone, away, before I tear them off her.
Flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit, I’m not even aware that I’ve finally gotten her pants off, and one of my hands is gripping her thigh tightly, keeping it raised as her flavour coats my tongue, making my eyes close, panting, and I have to feel her again. Fingers coming up to slide into her once more, I want her to come apart for me, want her aching and gasping in my arms.
“Harder,” she whispers out and she’s pushing harder against my face and hand. Fuck, Veronica’s hot, wanton, mine. “Please,” her voice is trembling, sending shockwaves straight to my cock and it’s all I can do not to come in my pants. The sound of her voice like that. I can’t help myself I have to know, have to see how much she’s ready for. I finally meet her eyes and I see my need reflected there.
I reach down and undo my belt, needing some relief, quickly undoing the fly. Pants down around my ankles before I’m even aware of what I’m doing. I don’t have protection, this can’t, we can’t do more than… she has to trust me. Her eyes are asking me questions and I’m just not sure how to answer.
“Trust me Veronica, stop thinking and trust me.” I mumble against the skin of her throat, and I hope to fucking god she does, I think I might die if she stops me now.
I slide my shaft between her slick folds, eyes closing at the hot, wet, slick sensation against me. If I concentrate I can hit her… there, the head nudging her clit and she’s making these little noises in her throat that are driving me mad. I don’t want to scare her, don’t want it to be too much, it’s killing me to go slow, but there’s no choice, no condom, and no fucking choice.
I press frantically against her clit, I can’t hold it together anymore, I want her with me, in me, beneath me when we both get off, and she’s there. Breaths panting out in harsh gasps as she bucks against me, sliding apart, shattering in my arms, and I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, fingernails tearing my back apart. The pain a momentary thing that breaks me out of myself, sets me free, and I’m flying across the finish line with her.
Her tight pussy is clutching at my shaft, grasping at it, trying to pull me inside, and I want to be there so bad, want to be with her, inside her. Her body is fairly shaking with her frantic need for air, my slick come staining her skin in shades of white. I can’t help the soft chuckle that breaks free from my throat, hoping she doesn’t take offence as I place soft gentle kisses against her neck. There’s no way I’m moving right now, maybe never.
“Classes are about to start. We should go clean up…” I don’t want to break the moment but I can hear the first warning bell ringing in the distance.
“You’ll have to move.” Her voice is just as soft as mine, sincere, and I can’t help the small smile that sneaks over my face. I test my strength, trying to move away from her, and groan at the weakness that pervades my limbs. Veronica’s light chuckle bringing goose bumps to my skin, god I love her laugh.
We clean up quickly with a couple of my old McDonalds napkins stuffed behind my seat. Dressing in haste and it’s over, the lunch rush is over, I really don’t want to leave the comfort of the Xterra, back to the real world, the world where I have to wait to do this again.
We slid from the Xterra and I stared at her, noticing for the first time her hesitancy, the uncomfortable strain in her posture. “Veronica…” I trailed off unsure of how to proceed; I’m not even sure what I did wrong.
“Don’t worry about it Logan. It is what it is.” Pressing against me and giving me a hot kiss, messy, hard, thorough before she slowly turned away, I couldn’t keep the hurt from my face.
What the fucking hell?
~~~
Goddamn Veronica Mars to hell and back. The bitch has managed to avoid me at every turn this afternoon. Sneaky, conniving little witch. I’ve had enough with devious bitches; I’d had more than my fair share while dating Lilly. I wasn’t going to let her use me like that. Didn’t it mean anything to her? Didn’t I? I couldn’t get the questions out of my mind.
I needed a plan; I had to get her before she managed to escape me once again. I had to figure her out, figure out what she was going to do. I decided to skip my last class of the day, when she tried to run again I’d be ready for her.
I spent more than forty-five minutes leaning against her car, tensing when my instincts proved right and there she was leaving school fifteen minutes early, stuffing things in that god awful messenger bag.
“You gonna run away again Ver-ronica?” My voice came out hard, tense, much more so than I’d intended. Arms crossed and shoulders stiff as I stayed leaning against her car. She wasn’t going to get the better of me this time.
“I haven’t been avoiding you Logan, you been drinking during the school day again?” She smirked at me; Veronica actually had the nerve to smirk at me!
“What would you call moving in the opposite direction every time I get near you?” I raised my eyebrow, watching, tense, as she stepped closer.
“You looking for a repeat performance? Cause with the top down on my car there isn’t much privacy.” She smiled, and I could see it on her face. Veronica Mars peacekeeper. I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface ready to erupt. Bitch.
“Funny. We need to talk. Now.” I had to stand tall, be strong, I couldn’t give in to her smile, couldn’t give into her. This thing between us had to mean something. Taking her arm I opened her car door, shoving her inside and hopping in beside her. “Drive.”
She started the car and pulled slowly out of the lot while I fumed. How dare she treat me like a trick, like… like most guys treated girls. Taking a deep breath I worked at calming my temper, but there was no way I’d let her treat us like that. I had to know.
“Where too Master Mine?” Sarcasm dripped from every word, and I tensed once again beside her.
“Just drive.” Bitten off words, I was mad enough to eat glass. I can’t seem to help myself, as my eyes turn towards her, trying to figure her out. What makes Veronica Mars tick, what is it about her. I watched as she squirmed in her seat. Uncomfortable? Good, damn well serves you right.
“What is this Veronica? A way to rebel, you want to be more like Lilly is that it? Use the great Logan Echolls for your own ends?” I can hear the hurt lacing my voice, but I couldn’t help but ask, couldn’t help but voice my fear that’s twisting my gut until I feel like I’m going to throw up with the pain of being another way to rebel against someone’s parents.
She doesn’t answer right away and I can’t help the fear that twists like a knife. I’m losing this battle and there’s really nothing I can do about it. We stop at a red light and I still can’t tear my eyes away from her.
Turning towards me and I can see the honest vulnerability on her face as she finally speaks. “I’m not sure what this is Logan. What do you want it to be?” Her voice is soft, uncertain, as she pulls away from the light.
“It obviously doesn’t matter what I want Veronica. I’m asking what you want.” My voice has gentled and I can’t help the softness in my eyes as I stare at her.
“I…” Veronica trailed off after a moment’s hesitation, as she took a deep fortifying breath. “Would you like to come for dinner? For real this time with my Mom and Dad?” Her voice is hesitant and she’s not looking at me, but finally it’s something.
“I’d like that Veronica.” The smile practically ripped my face in two, my cheeks hurt I was grinning so widely. If she was willing to really have dinner with her family and I… things couldn’t be as dire as my mind had come up with. Logan Echolls drama princess.
“I’m not sure what this is Logan. But… I’d like to find out, if you’re willing that is.” Veronica’s smile was almost blinding, I felt my heart clench in my chest, my stomach flip flop, and my toes curled in my shoes.
“One day at a time. I can handle that. As for willing… ready, willing, and able Ma’am!” I gave a snappy salute, wanting to hear her laugh, and I wasn’t disappointed. Her laugh was enough to have me hardening once again in my pants.
“See? That’s what I’ve been missing.” I smiled again, a wide grin, before I rubbed a knuckle down her cheek. “You should laugh more Veronica.” I kept my voice soft, gentle, tender.
“When I find things to smile about, I’ll smile.” Veronica grinned for a moment before moving her face into my hand, our drive over all too soon as we pulled back into the school parking lot. “I’ve got to get ready for my night on the town with Lilly.” She hesitated for a moment and my breath hitched, uncertain as to what was going through her mind, but she only leaned closer and kissed me softly. “I’ll call you later and we’ll talk about dinner.” She smiled again, and I couldn’t resist, I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and slowly got out of the car.
“Make sure you do. I don’t want to have to chase you all over Neptune again, although I will if you make me.” Grinning I moved away, bouncing as I went. Veronica Mars had agreed to a date! Life was definitely looking up.
I had a date with Veronica Mars, maybe; just maybe, this crazy plan of Lilly’s would work after all.
~~~
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica (Logan POV)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It started with a secret that turned into two and spiralled her life out of her control.
Spoilers/Warnings: Eventually there will be spoilers for season two, but not as of yet. Spoilers for the complete first season. The fic will eventually be NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 3406
Any Author's Notes: This part is from Logan’s POV. The next part will be from Lilly’s POV. Then back to Veronica. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue!
Previously
I’d barely slept last night, thinking about what Veronica could be hiding. Thinking about her in general. I had to take myself in hand more than once during the long sleepless night. What the hell was it about this girl that was driving me over the edge? There was something there, something lurking beneath the surface. Bad Ass Veronica Mars was coming out to play more and more.
I was leaning against my locker with my eyes closed, remembering the look on her face yesterday when she’d come apart in my arms. The sounds that had gasped from her throat had me hardening once again in my pants. The collective gasp from the people around me snapped my eyes open, drawing me out of the memories. She’s here.
I watch as she makes her way slowly towards Lilly. Walking sex, and it finally strikes me; this isn’t the Veronica Mars I know. Hidden depths walking towards me, towards Lilly, towards something. I catch the glimmer in her eye and know that things are about to get weird, or wonderful, maybe a little bit of both. Determination, steel, conviction burning bright in her eyes, and I’m hard in my pants from one breath to the next.
I can’t hear anything, can’t hear what she’s saying to Lilly over the whispers around me, around her, the collective gasps up and down the hallway. I’m about to move closer when I finally catch part of the conversation, her voice mentioning the words sex kitten, before she turns toward me. I can’t take my eyes away from her.
Slinking towards me, feline grace, sex appeal, animalistic, a walking wet dream come true and she’s heading straight for me. I widen my eyes a little at the fire in her gaze, a slow smile spreading across my face, as she gets closer. She’s pressing against me and my breath hitches in my throat. Fuck she feels good. I want to say something, tell her how she feels against me, tell her how I’m feeling, but her mouth is on mine before I get the chance.
She throws herself at me, literally, my head banging against the locker behind me. I want to challenge her, see how far she’s willing to go with her lips mashed against my own. Biting kisses drive me to distraction, teeth digging harder into my lower lip and I can’t help the gasp of pain that escapes, or the fact her tongue is now in my mouth.
My brain whites out and all I can feel is the hot, wet, slick, tongue sliding against my own. I grab at her, seeking purchase, something to hold onto before I drown inside the kiss. So intense, hard, bruising, I want more, need more, I have to have her. I spin us quickly until she’s pinned between myself and the locker, trapped, moaning into my mouth.
I kiss her the way she’s meant to be kissed, the way I’d dreamed about the night before. Hard, messy, loud, groaning into her mouth as I lose all semblance of control, I’ve forgotten where we are, the audience around us, the only thing that exists is her mouth. Oh god her mouth. She’s so tiny against me, so small, eagerly returning my kisses with a feverish desperation. Veronica’s trying to climb inside me, I’m not sure she realises she’s already there.
I can feel the hand on the back of my shirt, feel the hands pulling me away from her, but I don’t want to go, don’t want to leave her, want to kiss more, want her, all of her. I can’t hear anything at all as I strain against the hands holding me. Slowly I’m coming back to myself, back to my surroundings, to the sound of clapping. I’m… we’re at school. There are people around, and Vice Principal Clemmons is gripping my shoulder. Shit.
I watch her mouth form the words Lunch, straining against Clemmons as he tries to lead me down the hallway. The wolf whistles making her blush, and I can’t help the small smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. We definitely put on a hell of a show.
“Hey Logan! I’m pretty certain that colour of lipstick clashes with your shirt. Try burnt orange next time.” Lilly’s amused voice could be heard from a few feet away, as the rest of the hallway burst into laughter.
I laugh along with the rest of the hallway as Veronica follows a few feet behind. Lunch. I just have to make it until Lunch.
~~~
A twenty-minute lecture from Clemmons later and I was on my way back to class, sans Veronica. He’d separated us; probably afraid we’d have sex right there on his desk blotter. I spent the rest of the morning with a permanent erection, and a brand new use for my textbooks.
Second period is over before I know it. Heading back out into the crowded hallway towards my locker when out of the corner of my eye I catch sight of Lilly and Veronica hiding at the edge of the crowd. I can't help myself, following their gaze towards the spectacle playing out before me. Dick’s being led away by a deputy and Clemmons, drug charges, the whispers rose up around me, and I know without a doubt that I'd been used. Veronica had done something while in Clemmons office by herself. Dick wasn't supposed to have his locker searched, common knowledge.
Veronica Mars definitely isn’t what she seems.
I’m practically a walking hard on by the time lunch finally rolls around. Just thinking about Veronica taking her revenge on Dick, the look on her face as Dick was led away, the lengths she’d gone to, this Veronica was devious, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself around her.
I skip out of my last class before lunch a few minutes early, offering a bathroom break as an excuse as I grab my backpack and head towards her class, fairly vibrating with anticipation. One look at her coming out of the classroom and I know my control is going to snap. If I so much as speak a word to her I’m going to lose it right here in the hallway, taking her violently against the lockers, spectators be damned.
I take her elbow and lead her urgently toward the parking lot, towards the privacy of my Xterra. I’m hurrying as fast as I can, not wanting to trip her behind me, but I have to get there, have to get to the car before I embarrass myself by coming in my pants. I glance briefly back at her, certain that she’s feeling the urgency too, she hasn’t said one word either.
I can’t wait any longer; I need to have her, her mouth under mine. I press her against the side of the Xterra, groaning into her mouth, wanting to sink inside her, mimicking what I really wanted to be doing, tongue slide, slick, scraping against hers as we battle for dominance. I lick across her palette, trying to taste her, all of her, memorizing the feel of her mouth under mine. I’m pressing harder, lips mashed against teeth as I worm deeper, dig deeper, seconds from drawing blood, I want her to feel me.
I move her to the side, digging into my pocket for the keys, never breaking the kiss. I can’t break the kiss; I know I’ll lose her if we stop kissing.
The door opens with little difficulty and I’m pushing her roughly into the backseat, eyes blazing, skin flushed, and hands on her thighs. I can’t see anything but her. I’m moving between her spread legs, fingers pressing into the hallows of her hipbones as I stare at her. I memorize the pink in her cheeks, the fire in her eyes, the way her chest heaves as she gasps for breath. I want to remember everything about this moment, want to remember everything about her.
I stare into her eyes, looking for doubt, fear, anything to tell me this isn’t what she wants. Finding nothing but sincerity, desire, heat in her gaze I know. Know that she’s right here with me. I nod once, reaching for her belt. She’s sure, Veronica is here and I’m going to make the most of the time we have.
Pulling her pants down to her knees, I can’t help but stare, pink, wet, swollen, glistening with her need for me. Inhaling her scent, dizzy with the need rushing through me. I’m pushing two fingers in, once, twice, three times, dimly her voice sounding in the dark interior of the car. I can’t make out what she’s saying, focused on her, the arch of her hips, the hitch in her breath; I’m so lost in her.
I need to be deeper, need more, need her all around me. I can see my tanned hand on her pale thigh, pushing them up higher, her pants raising both of her legs for me. Watching her intently as I search, trying to find, and there it is, the spot, she’s gasping and mewling like a kitten under my hands and as impossible as it is, I’m getting harder. I can feel the masculine smile sweeping across my face. This is me, she’s moaning for me, mine, Veronica Mars is mine.
I blink for a moment, realising the door is open and that anyone could see, pushing her the rest of the way inside, struggling in after her, I’m so stiff I feel like I can pound nails with my cock. I shut the door and do what I’ve wanted to do since she kissed me in the hallway. I bury my face in her thighs, between her legs, inhaling her scent, the taste of her on my tongue. Veronica’s pants are still tangled around her knees and that needs to change, they need to be off, gone, away, before I tear them off her.
Flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit, I’m not even aware that I’ve finally gotten her pants off, and one of my hands is gripping her thigh tightly, keeping it raised as her flavour coats my tongue, making my eyes close, panting, and I have to feel her again. Fingers coming up to slide into her once more, I want her to come apart for me, want her aching and gasping in my arms.
“Harder,” she whispers out and she’s pushing harder against my face and hand. Fuck, Veronica’s hot, wanton, mine. “Please,” her voice is trembling, sending shockwaves straight to my cock and it’s all I can do not to come in my pants. The sound of her voice like that. I can’t help myself I have to know, have to see how much she’s ready for. I finally meet her eyes and I see my need reflected there.
I reach down and undo my belt, needing some relief, quickly undoing the fly. Pants down around my ankles before I’m even aware of what I’m doing. I don’t have protection, this can’t, we can’t do more than… she has to trust me. Her eyes are asking me questions and I’m just not sure how to answer.
“Trust me Veronica, stop thinking and trust me.” I mumble against the skin of her throat, and I hope to fucking god she does, I think I might die if she stops me now.
I slide my shaft between her slick folds, eyes closing at the hot, wet, slick sensation against me. If I concentrate I can hit her… there, the head nudging her clit and she’s making these little noises in her throat that are driving me mad. I don’t want to scare her, don’t want it to be too much, it’s killing me to go slow, but there’s no choice, no condom, and no fucking choice.
I press frantically against her clit, I can’t hold it together anymore, I want her with me, in me, beneath me when we both get off, and she’s there. Breaths panting out in harsh gasps as she bucks against me, sliding apart, shattering in my arms, and I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, fingernails tearing my back apart. The pain a momentary thing that breaks me out of myself, sets me free, and I’m flying across the finish line with her.
Her tight pussy is clutching at my shaft, grasping at it, trying to pull me inside, and I want to be there so bad, want to be with her, inside her. Her body is fairly shaking with her frantic need for air, my slick come staining her skin in shades of white. I can’t help the soft chuckle that breaks free from my throat, hoping she doesn’t take offence as I place soft gentle kisses against her neck. There’s no way I’m moving right now, maybe never.
“Classes are about to start. We should go clean up…” I don’t want to break the moment but I can hear the first warning bell ringing in the distance.
“You’ll have to move.” Her voice is just as soft as mine, sincere, and I can’t help the small smile that sneaks over my face. I test my strength, trying to move away from her, and groan at the weakness that pervades my limbs. Veronica’s light chuckle bringing goose bumps to my skin, god I love her laugh.
We clean up quickly with a couple of my old McDonalds napkins stuffed behind my seat. Dressing in haste and it’s over, the lunch rush is over, I really don’t want to leave the comfort of the Xterra, back to the real world, the world where I have to wait to do this again.
We slid from the Xterra and I stared at her, noticing for the first time her hesitancy, the uncomfortable strain in her posture. “Veronica…” I trailed off unsure of how to proceed; I’m not even sure what I did wrong.
“Don’t worry about it Logan. It is what it is.” Pressing against me and giving me a hot kiss, messy, hard, thorough before she slowly turned away, I couldn’t keep the hurt from my face.
What the fucking hell?
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Goddamn Veronica Mars to hell and back. The bitch has managed to avoid me at every turn this afternoon. Sneaky, conniving little witch. I’ve had enough with devious bitches; I’d had more than my fair share while dating Lilly. I wasn’t going to let her use me like that. Didn’t it mean anything to her? Didn’t I? I couldn’t get the questions out of my mind.
I needed a plan; I had to get her before she managed to escape me once again. I had to figure her out, figure out what she was going to do. I decided to skip my last class of the day, when she tried to run again I’d be ready for her.
I spent more than forty-five minutes leaning against her car, tensing when my instincts proved right and there she was leaving school fifteen minutes early, stuffing things in that god awful messenger bag.
“You gonna run away again Ver-ronica?” My voice came out hard, tense, much more so than I’d intended. Arms crossed and shoulders stiff as I stayed leaning against her car. She wasn’t going to get the better of me this time.
“I haven’t been avoiding you Logan, you been drinking during the school day again?” She smirked at me; Veronica actually had the nerve to smirk at me!
“What would you call moving in the opposite direction every time I get near you?” I raised my eyebrow, watching, tense, as she stepped closer.
“You looking for a repeat performance? Cause with the top down on my car there isn’t much privacy.” She smiled, and I could see it on her face. Veronica Mars peacekeeper. I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface ready to erupt. Bitch.
“Funny. We need to talk. Now.” I had to stand tall, be strong, I couldn’t give in to her smile, couldn’t give into her. This thing between us had to mean something. Taking her arm I opened her car door, shoving her inside and hopping in beside her. “Drive.”
She started the car and pulled slowly out of the lot while I fumed. How dare she treat me like a trick, like… like most guys treated girls. Taking a deep breath I worked at calming my temper, but there was no way I’d let her treat us like that. I had to know.
“Where too Master Mine?” Sarcasm dripped from every word, and I tensed once again beside her.
“Just drive.” Bitten off words, I was mad enough to eat glass. I can’t seem to help myself, as my eyes turn towards her, trying to figure her out. What makes Veronica Mars tick, what is it about her. I watched as she squirmed in her seat. Uncomfortable? Good, damn well serves you right.
“What is this Veronica? A way to rebel, you want to be more like Lilly is that it? Use the great Logan Echolls for your own ends?” I can hear the hurt lacing my voice, but I couldn’t help but ask, couldn’t help but voice my fear that’s twisting my gut until I feel like I’m going to throw up with the pain of being another way to rebel against someone’s parents.
She doesn’t answer right away and I can’t help the fear that twists like a knife. I’m losing this battle and there’s really nothing I can do about it. We stop at a red light and I still can’t tear my eyes away from her.
Turning towards me and I can see the honest vulnerability on her face as she finally speaks. “I’m not sure what this is Logan. What do you want it to be?” Her voice is soft, uncertain, as she pulls away from the light.
“It obviously doesn’t matter what I want Veronica. I’m asking what you want.” My voice has gentled and I can’t help the softness in my eyes as I stare at her.
“I…” Veronica trailed off after a moment’s hesitation, as she took a deep fortifying breath. “Would you like to come for dinner? For real this time with my Mom and Dad?” Her voice is hesitant and she’s not looking at me, but finally it’s something.
“I’d like that Veronica.” The smile practically ripped my face in two, my cheeks hurt I was grinning so widely. If she was willing to really have dinner with her family and I… things couldn’t be as dire as my mind had come up with. Logan Echolls drama princess.
“I’m not sure what this is Logan. But… I’d like to find out, if you’re willing that is.” Veronica’s smile was almost blinding, I felt my heart clench in my chest, my stomach flip flop, and my toes curled in my shoes.
“One day at a time. I can handle that. As for willing… ready, willing, and able Ma’am!” I gave a snappy salute, wanting to hear her laugh, and I wasn’t disappointed. Her laugh was enough to have me hardening once again in my pants.
“See? That’s what I’ve been missing.” I smiled again, a wide grin, before I rubbed a knuckle down her cheek. “You should laugh more Veronica.” I kept my voice soft, gentle, tender.
“When I find things to smile about, I’ll smile.” Veronica grinned for a moment before moving her face into my hand, our drive over all too soon as we pulled back into the school parking lot. “I’ve got to get ready for my night on the town with Lilly.” She hesitated for a moment and my breath hitched, uncertain as to what was going through her mind, but she only leaned closer and kissed me softly. “I’ll call you later and we’ll talk about dinner.” She smiled again, and I couldn’t resist, I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and slowly got out of the car.
“Make sure you do. I don’t want to have to chase you all over Neptune again, although I will if you make me.” Grinning I moved away, bouncing as I went. Veronica Mars had agreed to a date! Life was definitely looking up.
I had a date with Veronica Mars, maybe; just maybe, this crazy plan of Lilly’s would work after all.
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