Fic: Secrets (part 18) (Logan/Veronica) (NC-17... again)
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Title: Secrets (Part 18)
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (again)
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 is (again) NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 1511
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!
Previous Parts
The joke was definitely on Dick. I still can’t believe that Lilly did what she did. I mean a wine bottle? And the truly scary part was that Lilly kept the wine bottle. She had plans for it. Ulterior motives. Lilly had a plan. All I could remember thinking was, ‘oh lord help us all.’
Logan of course didn’t do what I’d expected. We went in the opposite direction of my house. He had a surprise for me, and oh boy what a surprise.
“Where are we going?” I could hear the uncertainty in my voice as we turned the corner heading away from my house.
“You’ll see.” Logan had a small smirk playing around the edges of his lips, he shot me a look, then blew me a kiss and I couldn’t help myself. I giggled.
I knew about half way to our destination where we were going. Logan’s house, it was the only thing in this direction.
“Your house? That’s the big surprise?” I put a little bit of pique into my voice, pretending to be annoyed.
“Well, my pool house to be exact. No disturbances.” Logan leered at me and I felt my heart start to race. I’d been thinking about the back seat of the Xterra for, far too long.
“Oh really? What type of girl do you think I am Logan?” I laughed outright at the look on his face.
“I thought we’d hold hands and cuddle, talk, you know, all the girly stuff you girls seem to love. Where is your mind Veronica Mars?” he snarked at me.
“In your pants?” I questioned sweetly causing him to choke on the air he was trying to breathe. Score one for me!
Logan parked the Xterra and we both got out. He came around to my side of the vehicle and grabbed my hand, kissing me softly before leading me towards the back of the house. I saw the pool house first and my heart sped up. We were moving towards something, something more, something I might actually remember tomorrow.
Showtime.
We were barely through the door before he had me pressed up against the wall, hands on my shoulders, lips pressed to mine as he kissed the breath from me. His tongue parted my lips with ease and I was lost. Lost in the feel of his lips on mine, his hands massaging my shoulders, the press of his hard body against mine as he ground against me.
I could feel his hardness pressing against me, digging into my abdomen as he thrust, he wanted me, wanted all of me. I couldn’t stop the moan surging up from my chest, breaking against his lips like a wave crashing on the rocks. Hard, merciless, helpless to resist, I was drawn into him, moaning against his mouth as his hand moved down to cup my breast, fingers tweaking my nipple.
I arched against him, pressing my groin against his leg, trying to get some friction, I pressed harder and he pulled away. I blinked hazy eyes up into his smiling ones, I couldn’t understand why he’d pulled away.
“There’s a bed right over there, think we should move? Get more comfortable?” He smiled a bit as the annoyance crept across my features. I reached my hands up to pull him back down to me, but he laughed and danced away. “Bed, comfy, snuggling!” He laughed, grabbing my hands and pulling me reluctantly away from the wall.
Logan spun us around, twirling me until I was laughing and dizzy, pressing his lips to mine, resting our foreheads together a moment later. “I love the way you laugh.”
Before I had a chance to respond, he pressed me back against the bed, settling over me, face serious. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can set the pace.” He smiled gently as I felt myself relax. I hadn’t even realised I’d tensed up.
I grinned, pressing my hands against his shoulders, pushing him away, disappointment flashed across his face as he moved away, but I kept pushing, my hands on his shoulders, laying him back across the bed. I climbed into his lap, settling against his groin, against the hardness I felt there. “Here’s good.” I laughed into his mouth as I kissed him again, feeling his smile against my lips.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, I didn’t remember the first time, had nothing but our fumbling sessions in the back of the Xterra to go on. I fought hard to not just blurt out the truth, that I didn’t remember our night together. I didn’t want to hurt Logan’s feelings.
I ground down as he thrust up, my mind going black at the white-hot arc of pleasure snaking through me, taking my breath away. My fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt for a minute before he gently brushed my hands away, undoing the buttons slowly, Logan kept his eyes fixed on mine as he shrugged the shirt off.
I burst out laughing at the smirk on his face. “That one too.” I pointed to the t-shirt he’d been wearing underneath. Smug bastard. His laughter wrapped around me as he tugged the shirt off, and I was now sitting in the lap of a half naked Logan.
“Turn about is fair play Sugarpuss.” I could feel his hands tugging at the bottom hem of my shirt. Turn about was definitely fair play. I slapped his hands away, giving him a smug look of my own. I cross my arms and pulled the shirt quickly over my head, revealing my white lace bra. Logan’s hand came up, one finger trailing down the soft curve of my breast, “That one too.” He smirked at me.
My hands shook as I reached behind me to remove my bra. I was now half naked sitting on a half naked Logan. I felt the blush creeping across my face, down my throat, taking up residence across my breasts. I felt hotter as Logan’s eyes travelled downwards with the slowly spreading redness, ending up on my breasts.
I could feel my nipples hardening under his gaze. The flush on my skin got deeper and I couldn’t help myself, I brought my hands up to cover my breasts, the embarrassment taking over.
Logan grabbed my hands and shook his head. “No, please don’t, you’re beautiful.” The hushed tone of his voice almost making me feel like it was true.
“Small breasts and all?” I couldn’t help but ask. I looked nothing like Lilly. I don’t think I ever will.
Finally tearing his gaze away from my chest he met my eyes, a slow smile sneaking across his features, “They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
I yelped in surprise as he flipped me over, settling on top of me. “I know I said you could control the pace, but,” he cut himself off as he lowered his head to my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. White light flashed behind my fluttering eyelids. I love the way his mouth feels on me.
He scraped his teeth gently over my nipple and I was flying. Frantically pushing at him, his jeans, my jeans, our clothes disappearing in a matter of seconds. I gasped as I felt him slide harshly against me, slick steel against my wet opening. My head flew back and I was ready.
Ready for more, ready to remember. I opened my eyes and met Logan’s intent gaze. “Condom?”
“Veronica we don’t, I mean, I know, we… are you sure?” His voice was choked, hesitant as his fingers slid against the side of my face brushing my hair off my forehead.
“Condom.” I said more sure now, not answering his question.
Logan moved away, fumbling in the bedside drawer, finally coming back towards me with a foil package in his fingers. He tore it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine, one hand slipping down between us.
“That’s talent, being able to put a condom on one handed.” I joked weakly. I could barely breathe as I felt his erection nudge gently at my opening.
Our eyes were locked as he began to slowly slide inside, words lost in that moment. He took a deep breath and kissed me, thrusting harshly inside.
I arched my back as the pain lanced through me, agony radiating up from my groin.
“It’ll only hurt for a minute sweetheart, breathe through the pain.” He kissed my lips as my mouth gaped open in shock.
Imagine my surprise. Having sex with my almost boyfriend, thinking I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and finding out differently.
I did some research after that, on GHB and its side effects. One of the most common being sore abdominal muscles and urinary tract infections. I felt stupid, idiotic, foolish for believing Logan could have slept with me in the state I was in at Shelly Pomroy’s party.
I should have known Logan would never do something like that. I’m just glad it didn’t ruin everything.
Title: Secrets (Part 18)
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (again)
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 is (again) NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 1511
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!
Previous Parts
The joke was definitely on Dick. I still can’t believe that Lilly did what she did. I mean a wine bottle? And the truly scary part was that Lilly kept the wine bottle. She had plans for it. Ulterior motives. Lilly had a plan. All I could remember thinking was, ‘oh lord help us all.’
Logan of course didn’t do what I’d expected. We went in the opposite direction of my house. He had a surprise for me, and oh boy what a surprise.
“Where are we going?” I could hear the uncertainty in my voice as we turned the corner heading away from my house.
“You’ll see.” Logan had a small smirk playing around the edges of his lips, he shot me a look, then blew me a kiss and I couldn’t help myself. I giggled.
I knew about half way to our destination where we were going. Logan’s house, it was the only thing in this direction.
“Your house? That’s the big surprise?” I put a little bit of pique into my voice, pretending to be annoyed.
“Well, my pool house to be exact. No disturbances.” Logan leered at me and I felt my heart start to race. I’d been thinking about the back seat of the Xterra for, far too long.
“Oh really? What type of girl do you think I am Logan?” I laughed outright at the look on his face.
“I thought we’d hold hands and cuddle, talk, you know, all the girly stuff you girls seem to love. Where is your mind Veronica Mars?” he snarked at me.
“In your pants?” I questioned sweetly causing him to choke on the air he was trying to breathe. Score one for me!
Logan parked the Xterra and we both got out. He came around to my side of the vehicle and grabbed my hand, kissing me softly before leading me towards the back of the house. I saw the pool house first and my heart sped up. We were moving towards something, something more, something I might actually remember tomorrow.
Showtime.
We were barely through the door before he had me pressed up against the wall, hands on my shoulders, lips pressed to mine as he kissed the breath from me. His tongue parted my lips with ease and I was lost. Lost in the feel of his lips on mine, his hands massaging my shoulders, the press of his hard body against mine as he ground against me.
I could feel his hardness pressing against me, digging into my abdomen as he thrust, he wanted me, wanted all of me. I couldn’t stop the moan surging up from my chest, breaking against his lips like a wave crashing on the rocks. Hard, merciless, helpless to resist, I was drawn into him, moaning against his mouth as his hand moved down to cup my breast, fingers tweaking my nipple.
I arched against him, pressing my groin against his leg, trying to get some friction, I pressed harder and he pulled away. I blinked hazy eyes up into his smiling ones, I couldn’t understand why he’d pulled away.
“There’s a bed right over there, think we should move? Get more comfortable?” He smiled a bit as the annoyance crept across my features. I reached my hands up to pull him back down to me, but he laughed and danced away. “Bed, comfy, snuggling!” He laughed, grabbing my hands and pulling me reluctantly away from the wall.
Logan spun us around, twirling me until I was laughing and dizzy, pressing his lips to mine, resting our foreheads together a moment later. “I love the way you laugh.”
Before I had a chance to respond, he pressed me back against the bed, settling over me, face serious. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You can set the pace.” He smiled gently as I felt myself relax. I hadn’t even realised I’d tensed up.
I grinned, pressing my hands against his shoulders, pushing him away, disappointment flashed across his face as he moved away, but I kept pushing, my hands on his shoulders, laying him back across the bed. I climbed into his lap, settling against his groin, against the hardness I felt there. “Here’s good.” I laughed into his mouth as I kissed him again, feeling his smile against my lips.
I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing, I didn’t remember the first time, had nothing but our fumbling sessions in the back of the Xterra to go on. I fought hard to not just blurt out the truth, that I didn’t remember our night together. I didn’t want to hurt Logan’s feelings.
I ground down as he thrust up, my mind going black at the white-hot arc of pleasure snaking through me, taking my breath away. My fingers fumbled at the buttons of his shirt for a minute before he gently brushed my hands away, undoing the buttons slowly, Logan kept his eyes fixed on mine as he shrugged the shirt off.
I burst out laughing at the smirk on his face. “That one too.” I pointed to the t-shirt he’d been wearing underneath. Smug bastard. His laughter wrapped around me as he tugged the shirt off, and I was now sitting in the lap of a half naked Logan.
“Turn about is fair play Sugarpuss.” I could feel his hands tugging at the bottom hem of my shirt. Turn about was definitely fair play. I slapped his hands away, giving him a smug look of my own. I cross my arms and pulled the shirt quickly over my head, revealing my white lace bra. Logan’s hand came up, one finger trailing down the soft curve of my breast, “That one too.” He smirked at me.
My hands shook as I reached behind me to remove my bra. I was now half naked sitting on a half naked Logan. I felt the blush creeping across my face, down my throat, taking up residence across my breasts. I felt hotter as Logan’s eyes travelled downwards with the slowly spreading redness, ending up on my breasts.
I could feel my nipples hardening under his gaze. The flush on my skin got deeper and I couldn’t help myself, I brought my hands up to cover my breasts, the embarrassment taking over.
Logan grabbed my hands and shook his head. “No, please don’t, you’re beautiful.” The hushed tone of his voice almost making me feel like it was true.
“Small breasts and all?” I couldn’t help but ask. I looked nothing like Lilly. I don’t think I ever will.
Finally tearing his gaze away from my chest he met my eyes, a slow smile sneaking across his features, “They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
I yelped in surprise as he flipped me over, settling on top of me. “I know I said you could control the pace, but,” he cut himself off as he lowered his head to my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. White light flashed behind my fluttering eyelids. I love the way his mouth feels on me.
He scraped his teeth gently over my nipple and I was flying. Frantically pushing at him, his jeans, my jeans, our clothes disappearing in a matter of seconds. I gasped as I felt him slide harshly against me, slick steel against my wet opening. My head flew back and I was ready.
Ready for more, ready to remember. I opened my eyes and met Logan’s intent gaze. “Condom?”
“Veronica we don’t, I mean, I know, we… are you sure?” His voice was choked, hesitant as his fingers slid against the side of my face brushing my hair off my forehead.
“Condom.” I said more sure now, not answering his question.
Logan moved away, fumbling in the bedside drawer, finally coming back towards me with a foil package in his fingers. He tore it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine, one hand slipping down between us.
“That’s talent, being able to put a condom on one handed.” I joked weakly. I could barely breathe as I felt his erection nudge gently at my opening.
Our eyes were locked as he began to slowly slide inside, words lost in that moment. He took a deep breath and kissed me, thrusting harshly inside.
I arched my back as the pain lanced through me, agony radiating up from my groin.
“It’ll only hurt for a minute sweetheart, breathe through the pain.” He kissed my lips as my mouth gaped open in shock.
Imagine my surprise. Having sex with my almost boyfriend, thinking I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and finding out differently.
I did some research after that, on GHB and its side effects. One of the most common being sore abdominal muscles and urinary tract infections. I felt stupid, idiotic, foolish for believing Logan could have slept with me in the state I was in at Shelly Pomroy’s party.
I should have known Logan would never do something like that. I’m just glad it didn’t ruin everything.