FIC: Mutual (Logan/Veronica), PG-13, 4/?
Title: Mutual
Author: Brendan/brencon
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Veronica, ensemble, VD, Logan/Lilly
Word Count: 1,461
Rating: PG-13, so far.
Summary: What if Logan and Veronica got together before everything went to hell?
Spoilers: Set pre-series, but will include some season one stuff soon
Warnings: Minor cussing
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars belongs to Rob Thomas and the nice people at the CW
Authors Note: Thanks to LoVeGrl for the beta, italics represent Veronica’s thoughts and/or voiceovers.
Previous Chapters
The ride home was long and tension-filled. Not once had Veronica taken her eyes away from the passenger side window, even though she wasn’t looking at anything in particular.
So, ok, I know he genuinely likes me now. But after my small out burst in the classroom, I don’t exactly know how to end this overwhelming silence.
Every few seconds, Logan would glance at her from the corner of his eye before focusing on the road again. He was worried about what she was thinking; about why she wasn’t talking.
He took the first step.
“Ronnie? Are you okay?”
She could hear something in his voice, she just wasn’t sure if it was anxiety or something different entirely.
She turned in her seat and faced him for the first time since the classroom.
“Uh-huh.” She replied, nodding her head. When he continued to look at her, as if pressing for her to go on, she relented. “I’m just… trying to take in everything. I mean, a lot has happened in the past 24 hours.”
Logan sighed as he focused on his driving again.
“I know I was totally wasted at the party where we kissed for the first time, Veronica, but it still meant something to me. Hell, it’s something I’d wanted to do for almost four years. And today in that classroom, I knew exactly what I wanted.”
“And what was that?” Veronica asked tentatively.
“You.”
Veronica gazed at his face. It was bright with happiness and his grin was infectious. Soon enough she found herself smiling too, almost in a fit of giggles.
“Feel better?” Logan asked, once she had finally regained control of her breathing.
“Much better.”
Veronica thought for a moment before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. She pulled back with a smile on her face.
“So, still up for movie night tonight?”
“I actually feel like heading to the beach after dinner with the parentals. Wanna come? Help me try and catch Backup?”
Veronica smiled in his direction as he pulled to a stop at a red light. He turned his attention to her and nodded his agreement.
“Would your parents be okay if I came over, oh, I dunno, now? That way we can head straight to the beach instead of me having to come collect you.”
“Sure. Mom said she’d order take out whenever dad got home. He has some paperwork or something that he’s been putting off for the past few weeks to finish.”
The light changed to green. Logan pressed down on the accelerator as Veronica switched on the radio. She began fiddling with the preset stations when Logan used his right hand to grasp both of her smaller hands in his.
“Do not mess with my car.”
“Don’t you mean your Big Bird?”
“Whatever Mars, you know you love it.”
“You’re delusional.”
“Just admit it and everything will be fine. And if you don’t, remember this: I know were you are extremely ticklish.”
“I am not in anyway ticklish.”
Logan waggled his eyebrows. “Care to test that theory?”
“Ok, let’s change direction of this question.”
Before I embarrass myself by blushing a very deep shade of red.
“Ok then. Mind if we go to my place first? I have to tell mom that I won’t be home for dinner.”
“Sure… or we could have dinner at your place. And, as a bonus: heated pool.”
“What happened to the beach plan?” Logan asked as they entered 09erdom.
“It’s fall, I left a bathing suit there one day during the summer, and Mrs. Navarro’s cookies are the best in world.”
“And the truth comes out! So, you’re only with me for my good looks and my maid?” Logan smirked, pushing the button bring down his window. They had already reached the Echoll’s Mansion. He punched in the code and the gates automatically opened.
He drove to the front of the house and parked. As they were getting out of the car, Veronica was already on the phone, waiting for her mother to answer. When it went to voicemail, she groaned and called her father at the station.
“Yeah, we just got here. OK, see you at ten then. I love you, too. Bye dad.”
She hung up and put her cell back in her bag.
“Your dad okay with the plan for this evening?” Logan asked, opening the front door and letting Veronica enter first.
“Yep, and he’ll be here at the dot of ten o’ clock to collect me.”
They walked into the living room and Veronica began sniffing the air.
Those aren’t chocolate chip cookies I smell. But it stills smells like heaven.
“Wonder what Mrs. Navarro has got on the menu today.” Veronica asked, leading Logan into his own kitchen.
On the work top was a large chocolate cake with what looked like strawberries and wiped cream on top.
As Veronica rushed towards it, salivating at the mere sight of it, Logan remained back, just watching her. Mrs. Navarro was about to cut Veronica slice when Veronica told her to cut a bigger one for her and Logan to share. He could help but laugh when Veronica got a large tablespoon and scooped up some of the cream and strawberries.
“Happy now?” He asked, watching her shovel another mouthful into her mouth.
Veronica tried to speak, but with her mouth filled to the brim with warm chocolate cake, it came out mumbled.
Logan laughed heartily and took her spare hand in his as they began to rise up the stairs.
“You do know we’ll have to wait at least a half hour now before we can swim, right?”
Veronica’s eyes were shut tight, still enjoying the chocolate goodness, that she nodded her head. Logan wasn’t sure if it was an acknowledgement of what he said or enjoyment of the over sized slice.
Just as they reached the door to Logan’s room, Aaron Echolls loud voice rang out as the front door slammed open.
“Logan!” He roared, throwing his keys and sunglasses onto the desk by the door. “Logan, what did I tell you about parking that oversized toy in the middle of the driveway!”
“Ugh.” Logan grumbled, letting his head fall against the door. He opened it and pushed Veronica in.
“Five minutes.” He whispered, the fingers on his right hand spread wide. He closed the door and went down the stairs.
At the bottom, Mr. Echolls had his hands on his hips and was glaring at him.
“Logan, for the thousandth time, park the car at the side of the house.”
“I know, dad, I’m sorry, I just wanted to get Veronica so that she could select the DVD she wanted to watch. She takes forever. I didn’t think you were coming home until tomorrow night?”
“We wrapped the filming early.” Aaron said, admiring himself in the mirror above the desk. “I smell an Oscar.”
“No, that would be chocolate cake.”
Logan passed his father before Aaron could comment and got into his car. He started it up and drove it to the side of the house.
Just over five minutes later he was in his room, sitting up on his bed beside Veronica, with the South Park movie playing.
For the first hour, they were just happy to be in each other’s company, but soon enough it wasn’t enough. Veronica crawled forward and sat between Logan’s legs, her head resting against his chest.
When she did that, Logan lost all interest on what was on the TV screen. He started playing with her long blonde hair, like it was the most interesting thing in the whole known universe.
He then began kissing her behind the ears and then down her jaw. Soon enough, Veronica lost interest in her favourite film and turned around to face him.
He kissed her chastely at first, before they both got into it. Their kissing deepened and again their hands travelled over each other.
Soon enough, the credits for the film were scrolling up the TV screen, and Veronica had missed it all. She was lying on her back, Logan above her, his tongue lapping at her pulse point.
She was gasping loudly at his actions, running her fingers through his frosted-tipped hair. She was chanting his name as if it were a mantra and all they had been doing was heavy petting and kissing.
What will I be like when we actually sleep together?
She blushed a deep shade of maroon at the thought, yet pulled his lips back to her own and attacking them with a fierce kiss.
A few minutes later, Logan pulled back and sighed contentedly.
“All this making out has made me hungry. Wanna go raid the kitchen?”
Veronica grinned wide and practically jumped off his bed.
“I thought you’d never ask!”