Fic: Secrets (part 3) Logan/Veronica NC-17(eventually)
Title: Secrets (Part 3)
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
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: 1051
Any Author's Notes: I've re-watched the finale about 500 times so far, and I couldn't get this out of my head. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue! Thanks to cinaminsweet for the beta!
I don’t remember much from the rest of the party. A blurred haze. I’m still not sure if it was the alcohol or the drugs Dick slipped into one of the drinks he was ferrying to Lilly and I. Probably a mixture of both.
It could have been worse, I suppose. He could have gotten the time alone with me he was aiming for. As it was I thought the consequences of his actions were going to ruin everything.
I could barely stand. Stumbling along beside the pool. Lilly was still inside, boys clamouring around her. The world was a pretty white haze of gauzy clouds, the lights too bright, the music too loud. I just needed to rest for a moment. Just a moment.
The lounge chair I’d been sitting on earlier appeared before me and I flopped down on it closing my eyes. Just a moment and the dizziness would pass.
Fingers touching my face, hands touching, caressing, pulling my mouth open and pouring alcohol down my throat. It burned, stung, tore my throat to pieces as I spluttered and coughed.
There was someone sitting in my lap, erection poking firmly into my belly, as his fetid breath washed over my face, gagging me. He whispered about girls, and touching, my girlfriend. I didn’t have a girlfriend.
“Lilly?” I whispered, my eyes still closed. Lilly was supposed to be here with me. Lilly was supposed to take care of me. Lilly, Lilly, Lilly…
I’m floating now, free and easy through the air, my dress hanging down my legs as strong arms lift me up, up, up and away. I can’t help but giggle as my head falls back. “Weeeeeeeeeee,” I whisper, my voice strained from the alcohol, husky and cracked. I don’t sound like me at all.
“You, Ms. Mars, are seriously trashed.” Logan’s voice, near my ear. Logan’s arms, wrapped around me as he laid me gently on a bed. The Bed. Our bed?
I can’t wrap my mind around what’s happening. Why I’m here. Logan has a crush on me, but he’s Lilly’s. He shouldn’t be alone in a bedroom with me.
“Logan…” My voice still doesn’t sound like my own, and I can’t focus. Can’t finish the sentence that’s on the end of my tongue. End of my tongue, I wonder if I stick it out if Logan can read the words there. Would be so much simpler than trying to speak. I try it. My tongue darting out in Logan’s direction, and his chuckle greets me.
“I can’t read the words Veronica. Put your tongue back in your mouth and go to sleep.” He gently brushes my hair off my face, and I’m doing as I’m told. Pretty little princess who’s had too much. Too much of everything lately. But I’ve always done as I’m told.
I remember going to sleep. I don’t remember Logan crawling into the bed beside me, curling around my body with his much bigger one, wrapping me in his arms. He tells me all the time he only did it to keep me safe. I’m pretty sure he copped a feel while I was unconscious. He wouldn’t be Logan if he hadn’t.
The Morning After was a… bit of a freak out for me. Waking up alone in a bedroom with the one and only Logan Echolls. I nearly had a stroke trying to figure out if we’d… if… all this time and I still have a hard time saying it. I tried to figure out if we’d had… sex.
There was sunlight stabbing me in the eyes. Trying to sit up, to escape the pain, roll over, something, I must have left my blinds up last night. A masculine arm tightened around my waist, a kiss pressed to my forehead as a sleepy murmur set my heart to racing.
I was in bed with a man. I slowly opened my eyes and came face to face with Logan. I tried to remember how, why, how I’d come to… how we’d… why I was in bed with Logan. Why was I in bed with Logan?
I remembered feeling dizzy, laying down on the lounge out by the pool. I… I remembered Logan telling me to go to sleep. I… I didn’t remember anything else.
I wiggled, trying to move away without waking him. His arm tightened fractionally, pulling me closer, I was going to have to… I was going to have to wake him to get up.
“Logan…” my voice whispered out, scratchy, my throat hurt. I couldn’t think of anything to say to get him to move and then inspiration struck. “Logan I have to pee.” I said it softly this time, my voice rusty, scratchy, clawing it’s way out of my tight throat.
Logan rolled, pulling the pillow over his head to block out the bright sunlight and I was free! I slipped quickly out of the bed, grabbing my dress from the floor. We… had we? I still had my bra and panties on, but… it… we… I turned back to face Logan… wearing only his boxers. Logan was in bed with me wearing only his boxers and I didn’t… I couldn’t remember anything.
I’d know if we’d… done that… I’d know. We hadn’t, we couldn’t. I wouldn’t, only… I finally admitted to myself that I probably would, could, and probably had.
I dressed quickly, glancing back at Logan to make sure he was still asleep. Sleeping peacefully, hugging the pillow, he was almost adorable, well as adorable as Logan ever was, even asleep he still looked like he was up to no good. Hair tussled, lipstick on his neck… my lipstick on his neck.
I ran. Out the door, shoes in my hand. There was no way I could face him this morning. No way I could… oh god Lilly couldn’t ever find out.
Just to make mention, alcohol and I? Not the best of friends. I planned to never ever make its acquaintance again. I hadn’t realised at that time that Dick had slipped something into my drink. I thought for sure I’d turned into one of those drunken party girls that fell into bed with the first available guy. The guy being Logan.
Logan. Who, at the time, was Lilly’s. Or so I thought.
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
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: 1051
Any Author's Notes: I've re-watched the finale about 500 times so far, and I couldn't get this out of my head. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue! Thanks to cinaminsweet for the beta!
I don’t remember much from the rest of the party. A blurred haze. I’m still not sure if it was the alcohol or the drugs Dick slipped into one of the drinks he was ferrying to Lilly and I. Probably a mixture of both.
It could have been worse, I suppose. He could have gotten the time alone with me he was aiming for. As it was I thought the consequences of his actions were going to ruin everything.
I could barely stand. Stumbling along beside the pool. Lilly was still inside, boys clamouring around her. The world was a pretty white haze of gauzy clouds, the lights too bright, the music too loud. I just needed to rest for a moment. Just a moment.
The lounge chair I’d been sitting on earlier appeared before me and I flopped down on it closing my eyes. Just a moment and the dizziness would pass.
Fingers touching my face, hands touching, caressing, pulling my mouth open and pouring alcohol down my throat. It burned, stung, tore my throat to pieces as I spluttered and coughed.
There was someone sitting in my lap, erection poking firmly into my belly, as his fetid breath washed over my face, gagging me. He whispered about girls, and touching, my girlfriend. I didn’t have a girlfriend.
“Lilly?” I whispered, my eyes still closed. Lilly was supposed to be here with me. Lilly was supposed to take care of me. Lilly, Lilly, Lilly…
I’m floating now, free and easy through the air, my dress hanging down my legs as strong arms lift me up, up, up and away. I can’t help but giggle as my head falls back. “Weeeeeeeeeee,” I whisper, my voice strained from the alcohol, husky and cracked. I don’t sound like me at all.
“You, Ms. Mars, are seriously trashed.” Logan’s voice, near my ear. Logan’s arms, wrapped around me as he laid me gently on a bed. The Bed. Our bed?
I can’t wrap my mind around what’s happening. Why I’m here. Logan has a crush on me, but he’s Lilly’s. He shouldn’t be alone in a bedroom with me.
“Logan…” My voice still doesn’t sound like my own, and I can’t focus. Can’t finish the sentence that’s on the end of my tongue. End of my tongue, I wonder if I stick it out if Logan can read the words there. Would be so much simpler than trying to speak. I try it. My tongue darting out in Logan’s direction, and his chuckle greets me.
“I can’t read the words Veronica. Put your tongue back in your mouth and go to sleep.” He gently brushes my hair off my face, and I’m doing as I’m told. Pretty little princess who’s had too much. Too much of everything lately. But I’ve always done as I’m told.
I remember going to sleep. I don’t remember Logan crawling into the bed beside me, curling around my body with his much bigger one, wrapping me in his arms. He tells me all the time he only did it to keep me safe. I’m pretty sure he copped a feel while I was unconscious. He wouldn’t be Logan if he hadn’t.
The Morning After was a… bit of a freak out for me. Waking up alone in a bedroom with the one and only Logan Echolls. I nearly had a stroke trying to figure out if we’d… if… all this time and I still have a hard time saying it. I tried to figure out if we’d had… sex.
There was sunlight stabbing me in the eyes. Trying to sit up, to escape the pain, roll over, something, I must have left my blinds up last night. A masculine arm tightened around my waist, a kiss pressed to my forehead as a sleepy murmur set my heart to racing.
I was in bed with a man. I slowly opened my eyes and came face to face with Logan. I tried to remember how, why, how I’d come to… how we’d… why I was in bed with Logan. Why was I in bed with Logan?
I remembered feeling dizzy, laying down on the lounge out by the pool. I… I remembered Logan telling me to go to sleep. I… I didn’t remember anything else.
I wiggled, trying to move away without waking him. His arm tightened fractionally, pulling me closer, I was going to have to… I was going to have to wake him to get up.
“Logan…” my voice whispered out, scratchy, my throat hurt. I couldn’t think of anything to say to get him to move and then inspiration struck. “Logan I have to pee.” I said it softly this time, my voice rusty, scratchy, clawing it’s way out of my tight throat.
Logan rolled, pulling the pillow over his head to block out the bright sunlight and I was free! I slipped quickly out of the bed, grabbing my dress from the floor. We… had we? I still had my bra and panties on, but… it… we… I turned back to face Logan… wearing only his boxers. Logan was in bed with me wearing only his boxers and I didn’t… I couldn’t remember anything.
I’d know if we’d… done that… I’d know. We hadn’t, we couldn’t. I wouldn’t, only… I finally admitted to myself that I probably would, could, and probably had.
I dressed quickly, glancing back at Logan to make sure he was still asleep. Sleeping peacefully, hugging the pillow, he was almost adorable, well as adorable as Logan ever was, even asleep he still looked like he was up to no good. Hair tussled, lipstick on his neck… my lipstick on his neck.
I ran. Out the door, shoes in my hand. There was no way I could face him this morning. No way I could… oh god Lilly couldn’t ever find out.
Just to make mention, alcohol and I? Not the best of friends. I planned to never ever make its acquaintance again. I hadn’t realised at that time that Dick had slipped something into my drink. I thought for sure I’d turned into one of those drunken party girls that fell into bed with the first available guy. The guy being Logan.
Logan. Who, at the time, was Lilly’s. Or so I thought.