Fic: Fun Size (Logan/Veronica) NC-17
Title: Fun Size
Author: absfabulous1
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 5,300. This one really got away from me.
Rating: NC-17 for sex and language
Spoilers: I guess some vague spoilers for 3.05- President Evil, but this is set the following Halloween.
Summary: After going weeks without being alone with each other, Logan and Veronica spend some time together on Halloween night. Some smut ensues.
Author’s Notes: This was written for vmfic_gameon Round #2’s monthly challenge and because I had the urge to write a dirty L/V fic. Happy Halloween!
Two weeks and four days. It was almost an eternity.
It was as if the universe was working against him, doing everything in its power to keep him from getting his girlfriend alone alone. First there seemed to be this shortage of out-of-town bail jumpers, which meant that Keith Mars was spending every evening at home and expected the same of his studious offspring. “Daddy-daughter time,” she called it, breaking the news over the phone.
He looked over forlornly at his empty bed, the candles on his nightstand already lit in anticipation, and he tried to hide his sigh of disappointment as he cradled the receiver. “Meet me for lunch tomorrow?” he asked hopefully, and he knew she was smiling on the other end of the line.
“I think I can fit you in my schedule. Somewhere.”
But then there was this case, something about a girl and her old roommate and accusations of a stolen something or another. He really had tried to pay attention as she went on about her newest job, because god help him he actually did find that stuff kind of interesting at least 75% of the time (probably an indication that he was ¾ whipped, Dick would say if fractions weren’t his enemy). But as he held his cell to his ear and tried to navigate the busy halls of the humanities building, her rambling was beginning to sound more like an excuse and he felt helpless against the sense of dread settling in his gut.
So he took a seat in the classroom and scolded himself for overreacting and falling back into those old traps that he promised himself he’d avoid this time around. If only it were about hormones and an underlying need to get laid. Yeah, so he was a 20-year-old guy and he really wanted to fuck his girlfriend. That was understandable. But here he was trying to twist this into something more, turning her work and family and life outside of him into a reflection of all of his own insecurities about a lack of work, family and, well, life outside of her.
She was doing a stellar job holding up her end of the bargain. They may have had a few hiccups along the way, but Veronica was obviously trying her damndest to trust him, to not stare back at him with a suspicious or judgmental eye. But the truth was that Veronica never would have been able to make him feel bad about himself if he didn’t feel that way already.
He flicked his pencil against his blue book and went back to the exam question. He could think about this and everything else later. Now he had a test to worry about.
~+~
Midterms were another block in the road- one full week of back-to-back exams, many of which would make or break their grade for the semester. There was a time not so long ago when Logan wouldn’t have cared very much about that, or if he did manage to rouse up some feelings on the matter, they probably had something to do with Veronica standing over him, her foot tapping impatiently and her arms crossed at her chest as she reprimanded him for playing Call of Duty instead of finishing up an important paper.
But now Logan did all of his homework and studying on his own without a den mother prodding him along the way, and he was doing it partially for that semi-nice feeling he got when he received an A for his efforts, and partly because he was spending an ass-load of money to go college, so he might as well not flunk out.
“How’d your physics test go?” Veronica asked over lunch, one of the few times they’d managed to see each other at all lately. She stole a fry from his plate and shoved it in her mouth, and it was only when her brow furrowed in confusion that Logan realized he’d been staring at her wordlessly.
“Uh, not bad, I think. There weren’t any surprises, and he gave us an equation sheet. I still don’t know what the hell Wallace is thinking with engineering though.”
She smiled as she twisted the straw in her soda. “You could have taken something easier to fill the science requirement. Followed Dick into that exciting world of Human Sexuality.”
Logan fought a wide grin as he swallowed the last bite of his burger. “We’re not that close. Besides, Dick’s failing.”
“Shocking,” she smirked. She paused before shrugging, and then absently poked at her food. “I somehow doubt you would have struggled much with that class.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?”
“Mm, I think it was a compliment. But it’s been awhile since I’ve, uh, seen your work.”
He smiled, his eyes on his food as he shook his head. “Yeah, I think I need to give you a refresher.”
She opened her mouth to say something but then shut it abruptly, and he was about to offer her a penny for her thoughts when he felt her toes against his jeans, slowly massaging the calf muscle of his right leg. He leaned back in his chair and dipped his head to look under the table, and his eyes were bright and happy when they met hers again.
“My dad worked late last night,” she informed him, her foot roaming higher and his body temperature following. “He’s pretty busy now, doesn’t look like it’ll let up anytime soon.”
His smile was gone now as he held her stare, and both appeared normal to everyone milling about in the cafeteria, even as she settled in his lap and pressed her heel against the growing bulge below his zipper.
“I figured with fall break coming up,” she continued slyly, kneading in all the right ways.
He grabbed her foot, stilling it against him, and she froze, her smile falling away.
“I was going to head to Mexico with Dan for break,” he told her as he massaged her toes affectionately. “We made plans yesterday.”
She pulled away from him and slipped her foot back into her shoe. “Oh.”
“You’ve just been so busy lately and I didn’t think I’d get to see you.” She nodded in understanding and he fought the urge to apologize, to tell her he’d cancel and spend the time with her when she was free. He didn’t want to do that to himself or Dan. Dan was a pretty cool guy, a new surfing buddy who could also hold a conversation. They hadn’t known each other for very long but Logan liked him and counted him as a friend.
Veronica wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding her disappointment, but she seemed to catch herself showing her hand, and then she was smiling again, shrugging away whatever she was feeling. “I like Dan. He’s nice. And we can meet up when you get back.”
“Definitely.”
“You’ll call me, right?” She moved to steal another fry, but he intercepted and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth and brushing a soft kiss against her knuckles.
“Promise.”
~+~
Those three days of surf and sun in Mexico was just what he needed and he returned to Neptune replenished and relaxed. He got a call from Veronica his first evening back inviting him to her place for a movie night, and in his exuberance he broke about ten traffic laws on the drive over. He had undoubtedly missed Veronica, as he always did when they were apart, but it was the complete lack of physical contact that was making him go crazy now. They hadn’t been together in the biblical sense in over three weeks; couple that with all of the tan and taut beach bodies teasing him in Mexico, and Logan was worried that he was developing carpal tunnel.
He all but skipped to her apartment, whistling enthusiastically as he knocked with the back of his hand.
He frowned when she opened the door and he took in her appearance. She was dressed in gray sweats and a blue hoodie, her hair in a low pony-tail as she looked on in annoyance. He knew that look.
“I was going to call you again, see if maybe you wanted to pick up some ice cream on the way over.”
He leaned against the doorframe, the disappointment sinking in. “Just ice cream?”
She shoved her hands in the pouch of her sweatshirt, shrugging sheepishly. “And some Midol?”
“Ice cream and Midol, coming right up.” He pushed away from the door and turned to leave, but stopped so he could at least kiss her before he headed to the store. She smiled against his lips and he sighed in content as their foreheads met. “Our timing sucks,” he muttered after pulling back.
“Story of our lives.”
~+~
He was in economics when he got her text:
meet me after class? girls bathroom, mckinley 1st floor
How the hell was he supposed to pay attention to a lecture on the housing crisis after that?
Logan sat up straight in his seat, the tent he was now pitching in his cargo pants almost painful. He looked down at his notes and tried to focus on his professor bitching about Fannie Mae, but all he could think about was Veronica in the girls’ bathroom, something that was decidedly their thing and made it all the more hotter.
He wrangled in enough self-control by the end of class to keep from putting out any eyes as he got up from his seat, and then he was out the door and jogging across the quad to McKinley, a smaller building that housed the art gallery and a few classrooms. He couldn’t hide his toothy grin when he saw a familiar Out of Order sign taped to the bathroom door.
Veronica was sitting on the counter, swinging her feet back and forth. She jumped off as Logan entered, and rushed past him and to the door to shove the stopper beneath it, ensuring their privacy. He flung his books near the sinks as she spun to face him, and he caught her in his arms, pulling her to him and leaning down to capture her lips.
She grabbed at his shoulders, her hands clutching the fabric of his plaid shirt as she stood on her tippy-toes to return the kiss with equal fervor. “I’ve got about half-an-hour before I have to be at the library,” she told him breathlessly. “Quickie for old time’s sake?”
He lifted her up and placed her back on the edge of the counter. “We never got that far in high school,” he reminded her, his lips trailing from her jaw to her throat.
“Then I guess this would be what they call the old college try.” Her hands went to his fly, and his eyes closed in anticipation. She was pulling down his zipper when a loud bang made them both jump, their eyes going to the door. Another thud and it was apparent that someone was trying to get in, the sign be damned.
Veronica sighed, straightening her sweater as she pushed away from Logan and jumped down. “Oh good. Two years at Neptune High and nobody gave that sign a second glance, but the first time we try it here..."
He rolled his eyes and followed her to the door, where a confused custodian was still trying to break his way in. They both greeted him with tight smiles before slipping past him wordlessly.
“Veronica,” he all but whined, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the doors leading to the gallery, which was mercifully empty. “This is past annoying and now bordering on painful. Like physically painful.”
“It’s not like I’m enjoying this either.”
He stopped to face her, his eyes searching hers pleadingly. “Then spend the night with me tonight. All night. I’ll throw out Dick, we’ll order room service. It’ll be fun.”
“Logan, I can’t.” She sighed apologetically as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Mac would cover for you! C’mon.”
“I already promised my dad I’d have a dinner night with him. He’s still taking his breakup with Carol pretty hard and-”
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I know. It’s okay.”
“Tomorrow’s Halloween,” she reminded him, her face brightening now. “I’ll say we’re going to a party and then I’m spending the night at Mac’s.”
“Does he really buy that?”
“I don’t think so, but denial’s a powerful thing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose nuzzling his chin. “So is that a plan?”
“I’ll be counting down the minutes,” he smiled, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.
“Great. You can come over around 5 and we’ll hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters before we go.”
“What?” he pouted, his lip curling in disgust. “Why?”
“Because it’s Halloween? And I didn’t get to do it last time?”
He flashed back to the previous year, when he asked Veronica to gamble some with him and the night ended with her necklace being ripped off of her in the robbery. He knew she didn’t hold that against him but he still felt guilty about it.
He huffed, but didn’t deny her. “Fine.”
“We can try that compromise thing again. Do something I like and then something you like.” She leaned up again to press a firm kiss against the corner of his mouth, and he couldn’t fight the giddy smile brought on by that insinuation.
“Really?”
“I’m a fair gal.”
He kissed her one more time before pulling away, knowing that she was due at work soon and his next class was on the opposite side of campus. “Until tomorrow, my love.”
“Don’t forget to dress up!” she called after him, grinning to herself when she saw him freeze and then his shoulders slump in resignation.
“Great,” he muttered, walking away. “I’ll go as blue balls.”
“I heard that!”
~+~
Logan was never very big on any holiday because it always meant that his parents would be throwing huge parties and forcing all of the help to drape the entire house in the appropriate seasonal vomit. But if he had to pick one that was at least tolerable, Halloween would probably be it. He only went trick or treating twice, both times with his mother’s assistant and her children. That tradition ended when Marcy was fired unexpectedly, and though his 8 year-old self was confused as to why, looking back now he had a few guesses.
But the dressing up thing was cool, he thought. There really was something freeing about hiding behind a mask for a night. He didn’t have a mask though, and since he was running short on time, he didn’t have much of a costume at all. He knew Veronica would kill him if he showed up to her apartment in street clothes, so he dug through Dick’s closet and grabbed his skeleton tee, something that Dick would wear in July if he felt like it.
It was a little snug, especially around the arms, but it would do. The only costume Logan was concerned with was the one Veronica would be wearing, and though he knew the odds were against him, he still hoped for something from the naughty schoolgirl section.
Veronica’s love for the holidays was something that still confused him, but he chalked it all up to having a parent who did their best to make sure every single one was memorable and fun. But he loved to study her around this time of year, since it always seemed like her need to follow all of the traditions was at constant battle with her cynical core. For example, he knew for a fact that she wasn’t very big on children. She wanted to be; anytime they were anywhere little kids roamed, be it the mall or the movies, she would smile kindly and do her damndest to ignore any rotten behavior. But if she had to spend actual time with them? One-on-one, maybe shoved together and forced to entertain? Hell, Logan would pay to see that because he knew it wouldn’t end well.
He showed up at the Mars residence at quarter to 5, and Veronica greeted him at the door, dressed adorably in an all too modest black robe and witch hat.
“You didn’t dress up?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.
“Har har.” She motioned to his ‘costume’- the t-shirt and jeans. “I see you went all out.”
“Well you know me. I’m all about that extra mile.”
“I’m just getting the candy ready,” she said, throwing a bag of it his way so he could empty it into the giant glass bowl.
“Fun size Snickers?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s like barely a bite of candy. Trick-or-treating is hard work, you know. Hardly seems worth it.”
“All those little candy bars add up quick. I’m sure all the neighborhood children will have a nice haul by the end of the night.”
“Yeah, but anyone can give out these. Don’t you want to set your treats apart from the rest? Give the kids a reason to want to come here?”
She scoffed in agitation and grabbed the bag out of his hands. “And what would you recommend I hand out?”
He grinned. “King size, baby.”
“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say. You’ve got a trust fund.”
“Seriously, give out giant candy bars, maybe cans of soda, and word will spread that this is the place to hit up.” His eyes were alight now and he moved around her anxiously. “You know what we should do? Make candy apples! Those things are awesome.”
“Trick-or-treating starts at 6! We don’t have time for that.”
“Then I’ll go to Whole Foods and buy some,” he said, grabbing his keys off the counter. He smiled like an eager little boy, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I can get a bunch of stuff there.”
“Why not just hand out fifties?” she asked, exasperated.
He stopped, considering it. “Is that legal?”
“Logan, there’s nothing wrong with fun size.”
“Now you’re just projecting.” He spun on his heel and headed for the door. “I’ll be back,” he called out in a chillingly spot-on Schwarzenegger impression.
He returned 45 minutes later, his arms filled with bags from the high-end grocery store. Veronica replaced her bowls of sad little Snickers with giant size candy bars, and then they stored all of the other stuff- candy apples, bags of potato chips, cans of coke- next to the lawn chairs she set up for them outside the apartment.
She didn’t know whether to be annoyed or amused by him as he sat waiting impatiently for the little kids to start arriving. He was tapping his Converse sneakers against the pavement, a large bowl of candy in his lap as he surveyed the area in search of the first batch of trick-or-treaters.
One of the neighbors arrived with her children a few moments later, and Veronica vaguely recognized the single mother from some infrequent run-ins in the laundry room. Her two kids, a little girl dressed as a Disney princess and a small boy as Spiderman, squeaked their appreciation as Veronica and Logan filled their bags with the treats. Logan also high-fived the little boy for his awesome costume and then made a big production out of telling the princess how pretty she looked, all as Veronica clutched at her candy bowl and regarded him in bewilderment.
“Okay,” she said once they left, still chattering happily about their loot. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”
He ignored her teasing. “You know, this is actually pretty cool, spreading cheer and good candy to all these poor little kids. I feel like Santa.”
“Ah, there you are! I was worried for a second.”
Soon more children arrived, and Veronica was feeling a need to one-up Logan at every turn. “I love your costume,” she exclaimed, fussing over a little girl dressed as a pumpkin while giving Logan the side-eye.
“You’re very scary,” Logan told another girl wearing a black cape and vampire teeth. He pointed to Veronica. “Almost as frightening as her.”
“She’s not scary!” the little girl argued as he threw candy in her treat bag.
“Kid, you have no idea.”
Veronica gritted her teeth and patted the pumpkin on her cotton stem. “Happy Halloween!”
“You’re so natural with children, really,” he told her after the kids had moved on to the next apartment.
“Shut up.”
~+~
The time ticked by and their stash dwindled. Logan was finding it more difficult to concentrate on the trick-or-treaters as the night went on, and he kept sneaking looks at Veronica as she handed out the candy. She really was kind of amazing, and even if she was acting haughty and pissed right now, he could tell that she was getting more turned on by the second. Logan knew how to push all of her buttons, in every sense.
Trick-or-treat would be over soon, and he couldn’t wait to get her back to his room at the Grand. Their agreement was simple and all about compromise- he had agreed to do something she liked- dressing up and passing out candy to trick-or-treaters, in exchange for something he liked. And he had a lot of ideas.
“How old are you?”
Logan shook himself from his erotic reverie to see Veronica arguing with a rather large trick-or-treater wearing an old-fashioned hockey mask in the spirit of Jason Voorhees. Jason said nothing as he held out his bag expectantly.
“Happy Halloween, man,” Logan said, dumping the rest of his treat bowl into the kid’s bag.
“Logan! I’m not giving candy out to 30-year-olds.”
He smiled tightly at Jason as he grabbed Veronica’s hand to pull her up out of her seat. “He dressed up, so he gets candy. C’mon, let’s head in and turn off the porch light. We’re out of loot.”
“Thanks!” Jason exclaimed, his voice high. They watched together as he shuffled off, Logan’s shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
“He was taller than me,” she muttered as an excuse.
“Most 12-year-olds are, dear,” he replied, leading her into the apartment.
Inside, Veronica threw her witch’s hat on the couch before turning back to Logan. She watched him closely, her eyes lingering on the tight-fitting black t-shirt hugging his muscles. He looked good, and heaven knew that Veronica was hurting from their prolonged separation too, but there was more to it than physical attraction. She was acutely aware that Logan was changing for the better, that every day he was actively working to improve. It gave Veronica hope, in more ways than one.
His brow quirked in confusion as she continued to stare at him. “What?”.
She shook her head and tried to cover her small smile. “Nothing.”
“So, ready to go to the party?” he asked, air quoting that last word. She didn’t answer, just continued to watch him, her eyes now traveling down his body as he leaned against the living room wall. “Where’s your dad anyway?”
She unzipped the robe to reveal a tight fitting black tank top and blue jeans. “He went after a bail-jumper. He’s gone until tomorrow night.” The costume fell to the floor, and Veronica kicked it away before slowly backing up to her room.
Logan pushed off the wall to follow her, his eyes dark and hungry. “Oh.”
She reached for his hand, pulling him along. Backup, lounging lazily on her father’s bed, lifted his head out of curiosity as they passed Keith’s room, but he settled back in once he heard her door slamming shut.
“It’s been way too long,” she moaned between kisses, and he nodded his agreement, his fingers skimming the soft skin of her lower back.
“I don’t know what I want to do first,” he confessed sheepishly, allowing her to lead him to the bed.
Her hands went to his zipper as she fell back against the mattress, pulling him on top of her. She was panting now, shoving her small hands down the front of his jeans to grab his already fully erect cock. He whimpered against her mouth, his eyes shut tightly as he thrust into her hands.
“It’s-it’s probably not going to last very long this time,” she breathed, palming him eagerly. She wanted to get him off with her hands or her mouth, her need for a round two forefront in her mind. Logan didn’t usually take very long to recover, and she was counting on that now. She felt her hips moving to their own accord, her ass rising from the bed so she could rub herself against him. Her thighs were shaking, her leg muscles straining with the effort.
Her hands moved up and down his shaft, her fingers coated in precum to assist her ministrations. He moaned against her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her skin. “I-I took care of it earlier,” he explained, lifting his head. He swallowed and aimed for coherence. “In the shower.” He choked on a laugh at her wide-eyed expression. “If I didn’t, it’d be done already.”
She held his gaze as she continued to stroke him. “Really?”
“It’s been weeks, Veronica.”
“I mean…I....in the shower?” She was picturing him now, imagining the rivulets of water cascading down his strong back as he worked himself over.
He watched her through hooded eyes, gauging her reaction. It was so easy to get lost now, to forget everything else when he was looking at her and her beautiful flushed face. She was still absently rubbing against his hipbone, seeking out the friction. “I thought about you, about all of the things I wanted to do to you tonight, or…or the things we’ve done before.”
She lifted her head to kiss him, her tongue licking the corner of his mouth as she fell back down. “Like what?” Her words were a whisper, a puff of hot air against his skin.
“Mm, like going down on you, or fucking you from behind.” His hand slipped under her tank top to palm her bare breast, her nipple tightening at his touch. Veronica’s favorite position was doggie-style, much to his surprise. One of the things that always got him there was the memory of their first time that way. He had maneuvered her around on the bed, telling her without words what he wanted to try. She was unsure, even a little shy, but she rose on her knees and wiggled her ass, and that image of smooth pale skin is all he ever needs.
He was thrusting harder now, her hand moving faster. The room was filled with the sounds of their pants and slick skin against skin as she slid up and down, her fingers wrapped tightly around him. Logan was muttering her name and curse words against her throat, and when she positioned her mouth against his ear and whispered, “I do it, too,” he couldn’t fight it anymore. He came in her hand, a strangled cry ripped from his throat as the final spurts landed on her wrist. As he tried to catch his breath, he looked down at the mess he made and mumbled his apologies.
“It’s okay,” she told him, and she said it so sweetly, so sincerely that he froze in surprise, his lips parted as he stared back at her.
She sat up and grabbed a towel that she had thrown on her bed earlier after her shower, and then she cleaned them carefully before tossing it on the floor and settling back on the bed, her hands in her lap as she watched him watching her.
“You do it too?”
She blushed and he smiled, licking his lips in anticipation. “Tell me,” he pleaded, but then thought better of it. He unsnapped the buttons of her jeans and pulled them down her legs. “Show me.”
He could see her throat muscles strain as she swallowed, and he wondered if he went too far, asked too much. But then her hand was snaking toward her black cotton underwear, her thighs parting.
“Fuck,” he muttered, watching intently as her fingers moved under her panties. She moaned softly, reaching up with her free hand to rub her nipple through her shirt, her fingers working faster now. He couldn’t take not seeing her, all of her, so he tugged at her underwear, sliding them off too. The sight of her completely bare, masturbating before him in full Technicolor, went straight to his groin, readying him again. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from the pale, dainty fingers stroking pink, slick flesh, and he watched with envy as her thumb worked her clit, her middle finger inside of her.
“Logan,” she panted, her legs opening wider, an invitation.
He fell to his knees at the edge of her bed, his lips kissing her calves before moving up her leg to the inside of her thigh. He teased her slowly before finally giving in and licking the fingers still working at her pussy, and she mewed happily, pulling away so he could take over with his mouth. His tongue found her clit, stroking firmly in a familiar rhythm: up, down, and around. Veronica lifted her hips, needing more, her fingers threading through his soft hair as she clutched him to her.
Her mind was muddled with want, and in her haze all she could think was, Almost there, almost there, and then she was coming hard against his mouth, crying out his name as she arched off the bed.
Logan brought her down slowly, enjoying the taste and the tease. As she melted into the mattress, he stood to fully undress, dying to finally be inside of her again. He slid into bed with her, making sure to yank off her tank top so she was completely nude, too, and then he positioned himself over her as he peppered her face with soft kisses.
Sated and content, she moved to accommodate him, and he inched in slowly, groaning at the feel of her so wet and warm and tight. They took their time, his arms framing her face, her hand massaging his bicep, their eyes locked together as he moved. He knew he was close already, and that she wasn’t going to make it with him. He thrust harder and faster, that white heat unfurling low in his belly, and she caught his mouth in a kiss as he came, shuddering inside of her.
Later, as he spooned her to him, he told her how much he had missed her. Not just the sex, but her and this. She nodded her agreement, the lure of sleep beckoning her.
“It’s just too bad we have to die now,” he added, smiling as he sniffed her hair, the silky strands tickling his nostrils.
“Hmm?” she muttered, her eyes closed.
“Well we’ve had sex. We’re no longer innocent. That kid in the hockey mask is probably outside of your room now, waiting.”
She laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him. “But you gave him the candy.”
“After you pissed him off.”
She shrugged. “But we were never innocent.”
“Well that’s true.”
She closed her eyes again, very near sleep. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from any scary guys wielding a machete.”
Logan grinned, thinking that Halloween was most definitely his favorite holiday now, and nuzzled her closer. “I’m sure you will.”
Author: absfabulous1
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 5,300. This one really got away from me.
Rating: NC-17 for sex and language
Spoilers: I guess some vague spoilers for 3.05- President Evil, but this is set the following Halloween.
Summary: After going weeks without being alone with each other, Logan and Veronica spend some time together on Halloween night. Some smut ensues.
Author’s Notes: This was written for vmfic_gameon Round #2’s monthly challenge and because I had the urge to write a dirty L/V fic. Happy Halloween!
Two weeks and four days. It was almost an eternity.
It was as if the universe was working against him, doing everything in its power to keep him from getting his girlfriend alone alone. First there seemed to be this shortage of out-of-town bail jumpers, which meant that Keith Mars was spending every evening at home and expected the same of his studious offspring. “Daddy-daughter time,” she called it, breaking the news over the phone.
He looked over forlornly at his empty bed, the candles on his nightstand already lit in anticipation, and he tried to hide his sigh of disappointment as he cradled the receiver. “Meet me for lunch tomorrow?” he asked hopefully, and he knew she was smiling on the other end of the line.
“I think I can fit you in my schedule. Somewhere.”
But then there was this case, something about a girl and her old roommate and accusations of a stolen something or another. He really had tried to pay attention as she went on about her newest job, because god help him he actually did find that stuff kind of interesting at least 75% of the time (probably an indication that he was ¾ whipped, Dick would say if fractions weren’t his enemy). But as he held his cell to his ear and tried to navigate the busy halls of the humanities building, her rambling was beginning to sound more like an excuse and he felt helpless against the sense of dread settling in his gut.
So he took a seat in the classroom and scolded himself for overreacting and falling back into those old traps that he promised himself he’d avoid this time around. If only it were about hormones and an underlying need to get laid. Yeah, so he was a 20-year-old guy and he really wanted to fuck his girlfriend. That was understandable. But here he was trying to twist this into something more, turning her work and family and life outside of him into a reflection of all of his own insecurities about a lack of work, family and, well, life outside of her.
She was doing a stellar job holding up her end of the bargain. They may have had a few hiccups along the way, but Veronica was obviously trying her damndest to trust him, to not stare back at him with a suspicious or judgmental eye. But the truth was that Veronica never would have been able to make him feel bad about himself if he didn’t feel that way already.
He flicked his pencil against his blue book and went back to the exam question. He could think about this and everything else later. Now he had a test to worry about.
~+~
Midterms were another block in the road- one full week of back-to-back exams, many of which would make or break their grade for the semester. There was a time not so long ago when Logan wouldn’t have cared very much about that, or if he did manage to rouse up some feelings on the matter, they probably had something to do with Veronica standing over him, her foot tapping impatiently and her arms crossed at her chest as she reprimanded him for playing Call of Duty instead of finishing up an important paper.
But now Logan did all of his homework and studying on his own without a den mother prodding him along the way, and he was doing it partially for that semi-nice feeling he got when he received an A for his efforts, and partly because he was spending an ass-load of money to go college, so he might as well not flunk out.
“How’d your physics test go?” Veronica asked over lunch, one of the few times they’d managed to see each other at all lately. She stole a fry from his plate and shoved it in her mouth, and it was only when her brow furrowed in confusion that Logan realized he’d been staring at her wordlessly.
“Uh, not bad, I think. There weren’t any surprises, and he gave us an equation sheet. I still don’t know what the hell Wallace is thinking with engineering though.”
She smiled as she twisted the straw in her soda. “You could have taken something easier to fill the science requirement. Followed Dick into that exciting world of Human Sexuality.”
Logan fought a wide grin as he swallowed the last bite of his burger. “We’re not that close. Besides, Dick’s failing.”
“Shocking,” she smirked. She paused before shrugging, and then absently poked at her food. “I somehow doubt you would have struggled much with that class.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?”
“Mm, I think it was a compliment. But it’s been awhile since I’ve, uh, seen your work.”
He smiled, his eyes on his food as he shook his head. “Yeah, I think I need to give you a refresher.”
She opened her mouth to say something but then shut it abruptly, and he was about to offer her a penny for her thoughts when he felt her toes against his jeans, slowly massaging the calf muscle of his right leg. He leaned back in his chair and dipped his head to look under the table, and his eyes were bright and happy when they met hers again.
“My dad worked late last night,” she informed him, her foot roaming higher and his body temperature following. “He’s pretty busy now, doesn’t look like it’ll let up anytime soon.”
His smile was gone now as he held her stare, and both appeared normal to everyone milling about in the cafeteria, even as she settled in his lap and pressed her heel against the growing bulge below his zipper.
“I figured with fall break coming up,” she continued slyly, kneading in all the right ways.
He grabbed her foot, stilling it against him, and she froze, her smile falling away.
“I was going to head to Mexico with Dan for break,” he told her as he massaged her toes affectionately. “We made plans yesterday.”
She pulled away from him and slipped her foot back into her shoe. “Oh.”
“You’ve just been so busy lately and I didn’t think I’d get to see you.” She nodded in understanding and he fought the urge to apologize, to tell her he’d cancel and spend the time with her when she was free. He didn’t want to do that to himself or Dan. Dan was a pretty cool guy, a new surfing buddy who could also hold a conversation. They hadn’t known each other for very long but Logan liked him and counted him as a friend.
Veronica wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding her disappointment, but she seemed to catch herself showing her hand, and then she was smiling again, shrugging away whatever she was feeling. “I like Dan. He’s nice. And we can meet up when you get back.”
“Definitely.”
“You’ll call me, right?” She moved to steal another fry, but he intercepted and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his mouth and brushing a soft kiss against her knuckles.
“Promise.”
~+~
Those three days of surf and sun in Mexico was just what he needed and he returned to Neptune replenished and relaxed. He got a call from Veronica his first evening back inviting him to her place for a movie night, and in his exuberance he broke about ten traffic laws on the drive over. He had undoubtedly missed Veronica, as he always did when they were apart, but it was the complete lack of physical contact that was making him go crazy now. They hadn’t been together in the biblical sense in over three weeks; couple that with all of the tan and taut beach bodies teasing him in Mexico, and Logan was worried that he was developing carpal tunnel.
He all but skipped to her apartment, whistling enthusiastically as he knocked with the back of his hand.
He frowned when she opened the door and he took in her appearance. She was dressed in gray sweats and a blue hoodie, her hair in a low pony-tail as she looked on in annoyance. He knew that look.
“I was going to call you again, see if maybe you wanted to pick up some ice cream on the way over.”
He leaned against the doorframe, the disappointment sinking in. “Just ice cream?”
She shoved her hands in the pouch of her sweatshirt, shrugging sheepishly. “And some Midol?”
“Ice cream and Midol, coming right up.” He pushed away from the door and turned to leave, but stopped so he could at least kiss her before he headed to the store. She smiled against his lips and he sighed in content as their foreheads met. “Our timing sucks,” he muttered after pulling back.
“Story of our lives.”
~+~
He was in economics when he got her text:
meet me after class? girls bathroom, mckinley 1st floor
How the hell was he supposed to pay attention to a lecture on the housing crisis after that?
Logan sat up straight in his seat, the tent he was now pitching in his cargo pants almost painful. He looked down at his notes and tried to focus on his professor bitching about Fannie Mae, but all he could think about was Veronica in the girls’ bathroom, something that was decidedly their thing and made it all the more hotter.
He wrangled in enough self-control by the end of class to keep from putting out any eyes as he got up from his seat, and then he was out the door and jogging across the quad to McKinley, a smaller building that housed the art gallery and a few classrooms. He couldn’t hide his toothy grin when he saw a familiar Out of Order sign taped to the bathroom door.
Veronica was sitting on the counter, swinging her feet back and forth. She jumped off as Logan entered, and rushed past him and to the door to shove the stopper beneath it, ensuring their privacy. He flung his books near the sinks as she spun to face him, and he caught her in his arms, pulling her to him and leaning down to capture her lips.
She grabbed at his shoulders, her hands clutching the fabric of his plaid shirt as she stood on her tippy-toes to return the kiss with equal fervor. “I’ve got about half-an-hour before I have to be at the library,” she told him breathlessly. “Quickie for old time’s sake?”
He lifted her up and placed her back on the edge of the counter. “We never got that far in high school,” he reminded her, his lips trailing from her jaw to her throat.
“Then I guess this would be what they call the old college try.” Her hands went to his fly, and his eyes closed in anticipation. She was pulling down his zipper when a loud bang made them both jump, their eyes going to the door. Another thud and it was apparent that someone was trying to get in, the sign be damned.
Veronica sighed, straightening her sweater as she pushed away from Logan and jumped down. “Oh good. Two years at Neptune High and nobody gave that sign a second glance, but the first time we try it here..."
He rolled his eyes and followed her to the door, where a confused custodian was still trying to break his way in. They both greeted him with tight smiles before slipping past him wordlessly.
“Veronica,” he all but whined, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the doors leading to the gallery, which was mercifully empty. “This is past annoying and now bordering on painful. Like physically painful.”
“It’s not like I’m enjoying this either.”
He stopped to face her, his eyes searching hers pleadingly. “Then spend the night with me tonight. All night. I’ll throw out Dick, we’ll order room service. It’ll be fun.”
“Logan, I can’t.” She sighed apologetically as he ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Mac would cover for you! C’mon.”
“I already promised my dad I’d have a dinner night with him. He’s still taking his breakup with Carol pretty hard and-”
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I know. It’s okay.”
“Tomorrow’s Halloween,” she reminded him, her face brightening now. “I’ll say we’re going to a party and then I’m spending the night at Mac’s.”
“Does he really buy that?”
“I don’t think so, but denial’s a powerful thing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nose nuzzling his chin. “So is that a plan?”
“I’ll be counting down the minutes,” he smiled, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.
“Great. You can come over around 5 and we’ll hand out candy to the trick-or-treaters before we go.”
“What?” he pouted, his lip curling in disgust. “Why?”
“Because it’s Halloween? And I didn’t get to do it last time?”
He flashed back to the previous year, when he asked Veronica to gamble some with him and the night ended with her necklace being ripped off of her in the robbery. He knew she didn’t hold that against him but he still felt guilty about it.
He huffed, but didn’t deny her. “Fine.”
“We can try that compromise thing again. Do something I like and then something you like.” She leaned up again to press a firm kiss against the corner of his mouth, and he couldn’t fight the giddy smile brought on by that insinuation.
“Really?”
“I’m a fair gal.”
He kissed her one more time before pulling away, knowing that she was due at work soon and his next class was on the opposite side of campus. “Until tomorrow, my love.”
“Don’t forget to dress up!” she called after him, grinning to herself when she saw him freeze and then his shoulders slump in resignation.
“Great,” he muttered, walking away. “I’ll go as blue balls.”
“I heard that!”
~+~
Logan was never very big on any holiday because it always meant that his parents would be throwing huge parties and forcing all of the help to drape the entire house in the appropriate seasonal vomit. But if he had to pick one that was at least tolerable, Halloween would probably be it. He only went trick or treating twice, both times with his mother’s assistant and her children. That tradition ended when Marcy was fired unexpectedly, and though his 8 year-old self was confused as to why, looking back now he had a few guesses.
But the dressing up thing was cool, he thought. There really was something freeing about hiding behind a mask for a night. He didn’t have a mask though, and since he was running short on time, he didn’t have much of a costume at all. He knew Veronica would kill him if he showed up to her apartment in street clothes, so he dug through Dick’s closet and grabbed his skeleton tee, something that Dick would wear in July if he felt like it.
It was a little snug, especially around the arms, but it would do. The only costume Logan was concerned with was the one Veronica would be wearing, and though he knew the odds were against him, he still hoped for something from the naughty schoolgirl section.
Veronica’s love for the holidays was something that still confused him, but he chalked it all up to having a parent who did their best to make sure every single one was memorable and fun. But he loved to study her around this time of year, since it always seemed like her need to follow all of the traditions was at constant battle with her cynical core. For example, he knew for a fact that she wasn’t very big on children. She wanted to be; anytime they were anywhere little kids roamed, be it the mall or the movies, she would smile kindly and do her damndest to ignore any rotten behavior. But if she had to spend actual time with them? One-on-one, maybe shoved together and forced to entertain? Hell, Logan would pay to see that because he knew it wouldn’t end well.
He showed up at the Mars residence at quarter to 5, and Veronica greeted him at the door, dressed adorably in an all too modest black robe and witch hat.
“You didn’t dress up?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.
“Har har.” She motioned to his ‘costume’- the t-shirt and jeans. “I see you went all out.”
“Well you know me. I’m all about that extra mile.”
“I’m just getting the candy ready,” she said, throwing a bag of it his way so he could empty it into the giant glass bowl.
“Fun size Snickers?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“It’s like barely a bite of candy. Trick-or-treating is hard work, you know. Hardly seems worth it.”
“All those little candy bars add up quick. I’m sure all the neighborhood children will have a nice haul by the end of the night.”
“Yeah, but anyone can give out these. Don’t you want to set your treats apart from the rest? Give the kids a reason to want to come here?”
She scoffed in agitation and grabbed the bag out of his hands. “And what would you recommend I hand out?”
He grinned. “King size, baby.”
“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say. You’ve got a trust fund.”
“Seriously, give out giant candy bars, maybe cans of soda, and word will spread that this is the place to hit up.” His eyes were alight now and he moved around her anxiously. “You know what we should do? Make candy apples! Those things are awesome.”
“Trick-or-treating starts at 6! We don’t have time for that.”
“Then I’ll go to Whole Foods and buy some,” he said, grabbing his keys off the counter. He smiled like an eager little boy, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I can get a bunch of stuff there.”
“Why not just hand out fifties?” she asked, exasperated.
He stopped, considering it. “Is that legal?”
“Logan, there’s nothing wrong with fun size.”
“Now you’re just projecting.” He spun on his heel and headed for the door. “I’ll be back,” he called out in a chillingly spot-on Schwarzenegger impression.
He returned 45 minutes later, his arms filled with bags from the high-end grocery store. Veronica replaced her bowls of sad little Snickers with giant size candy bars, and then they stored all of the other stuff- candy apples, bags of potato chips, cans of coke- next to the lawn chairs she set up for them outside the apartment.
She didn’t know whether to be annoyed or amused by him as he sat waiting impatiently for the little kids to start arriving. He was tapping his Converse sneakers against the pavement, a large bowl of candy in his lap as he surveyed the area in search of the first batch of trick-or-treaters.
One of the neighbors arrived with her children a few moments later, and Veronica vaguely recognized the single mother from some infrequent run-ins in the laundry room. Her two kids, a little girl dressed as a Disney princess and a small boy as Spiderman, squeaked their appreciation as Veronica and Logan filled their bags with the treats. Logan also high-fived the little boy for his awesome costume and then made a big production out of telling the princess how pretty she looked, all as Veronica clutched at her candy bowl and regarded him in bewilderment.
“Okay,” she said once they left, still chattering happily about their loot. “Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?”
He ignored her teasing. “You know, this is actually pretty cool, spreading cheer and good candy to all these poor little kids. I feel like Santa.”
“Ah, there you are! I was worried for a second.”
Soon more children arrived, and Veronica was feeling a need to one-up Logan at every turn. “I love your costume,” she exclaimed, fussing over a little girl dressed as a pumpkin while giving Logan the side-eye.
“You’re very scary,” Logan told another girl wearing a black cape and vampire teeth. He pointed to Veronica. “Almost as frightening as her.”
“She’s not scary!” the little girl argued as he threw candy in her treat bag.
“Kid, you have no idea.”
Veronica gritted her teeth and patted the pumpkin on her cotton stem. “Happy Halloween!”
“You’re so natural with children, really,” he told her after the kids had moved on to the next apartment.
“Shut up.”
~+~
The time ticked by and their stash dwindled. Logan was finding it more difficult to concentrate on the trick-or-treaters as the night went on, and he kept sneaking looks at Veronica as she handed out the candy. She really was kind of amazing, and even if she was acting haughty and pissed right now, he could tell that she was getting more turned on by the second. Logan knew how to push all of her buttons, in every sense.
Trick-or-treat would be over soon, and he couldn’t wait to get her back to his room at the Grand. Their agreement was simple and all about compromise- he had agreed to do something she liked- dressing up and passing out candy to trick-or-treaters, in exchange for something he liked. And he had a lot of ideas.
“How old are you?”
Logan shook himself from his erotic reverie to see Veronica arguing with a rather large trick-or-treater wearing an old-fashioned hockey mask in the spirit of Jason Voorhees. Jason said nothing as he held out his bag expectantly.
“Happy Halloween, man,” Logan said, dumping the rest of his treat bowl into the kid’s bag.
“Logan! I’m not giving candy out to 30-year-olds.”
He smiled tightly at Jason as he grabbed Veronica’s hand to pull her up out of her seat. “He dressed up, so he gets candy. C’mon, let’s head in and turn off the porch light. We’re out of loot.”
“Thanks!” Jason exclaimed, his voice high. They watched together as he shuffled off, Logan’s shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter.
“He was taller than me,” she muttered as an excuse.
“Most 12-year-olds are, dear,” he replied, leading her into the apartment.
Inside, Veronica threw her witch’s hat on the couch before turning back to Logan. She watched him closely, her eyes lingering on the tight-fitting black t-shirt hugging his muscles. He looked good, and heaven knew that Veronica was hurting from their prolonged separation too, but there was more to it than physical attraction. She was acutely aware that Logan was changing for the better, that every day he was actively working to improve. It gave Veronica hope, in more ways than one.
His brow quirked in confusion as she continued to stare at him. “What?”.
She shook her head and tried to cover her small smile. “Nothing.”
“So, ready to go to the party?” he asked, air quoting that last word. She didn’t answer, just continued to watch him, her eyes now traveling down his body as he leaned against the living room wall. “Where’s your dad anyway?”
She unzipped the robe to reveal a tight fitting black tank top and blue jeans. “He went after a bail-jumper. He’s gone until tomorrow night.” The costume fell to the floor, and Veronica kicked it away before slowly backing up to her room.
Logan pushed off the wall to follow her, his eyes dark and hungry. “Oh.”
She reached for his hand, pulling him along. Backup, lounging lazily on her father’s bed, lifted his head out of curiosity as they passed Keith’s room, but he settled back in once he heard her door slamming shut.
“It’s been way too long,” she moaned between kisses, and he nodded his agreement, his fingers skimming the soft skin of her lower back.
“I don’t know what I want to do first,” he confessed sheepishly, allowing her to lead him to the bed.
Her hands went to his zipper as she fell back against the mattress, pulling him on top of her. She was panting now, shoving her small hands down the front of his jeans to grab his already fully erect cock. He whimpered against her mouth, his eyes shut tightly as he thrust into her hands.
“It’s-it’s probably not going to last very long this time,” she breathed, palming him eagerly. She wanted to get him off with her hands or her mouth, her need for a round two forefront in her mind. Logan didn’t usually take very long to recover, and she was counting on that now. She felt her hips moving to their own accord, her ass rising from the bed so she could rub herself against him. Her thighs were shaking, her leg muscles straining with the effort.
Her hands moved up and down his shaft, her fingers coated in precum to assist her ministrations. He moaned against her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her skin. “I-I took care of it earlier,” he explained, lifting his head. He swallowed and aimed for coherence. “In the shower.” He choked on a laugh at her wide-eyed expression. “If I didn’t, it’d be done already.”
She held his gaze as she continued to stroke him. “Really?”
“It’s been weeks, Veronica.”
“I mean…I....in the shower?” She was picturing him now, imagining the rivulets of water cascading down his strong back as he worked himself over.
He watched her through hooded eyes, gauging her reaction. It was so easy to get lost now, to forget everything else when he was looking at her and her beautiful flushed face. She was still absently rubbing against his hipbone, seeking out the friction. “I thought about you, about all of the things I wanted to do to you tonight, or…or the things we’ve done before.”
She lifted her head to kiss him, her tongue licking the corner of his mouth as she fell back down. “Like what?” Her words were a whisper, a puff of hot air against his skin.
“Mm, like going down on you, or fucking you from behind.” His hand slipped under her tank top to palm her bare breast, her nipple tightening at his touch. Veronica’s favorite position was doggie-style, much to his surprise. One of the things that always got him there was the memory of their first time that way. He had maneuvered her around on the bed, telling her without words what he wanted to try. She was unsure, even a little shy, but she rose on her knees and wiggled her ass, and that image of smooth pale skin is all he ever needs.
He was thrusting harder now, her hand moving faster. The room was filled with the sounds of their pants and slick skin against skin as she slid up and down, her fingers wrapped tightly around him. Logan was muttering her name and curse words against her throat, and when she positioned her mouth against his ear and whispered, “I do it, too,” he couldn’t fight it anymore. He came in her hand, a strangled cry ripped from his throat as the final spurts landed on her wrist. As he tried to catch his breath, he looked down at the mess he made and mumbled his apologies.
“It’s okay,” she told him, and she said it so sweetly, so sincerely that he froze in surprise, his lips parted as he stared back at her.
She sat up and grabbed a towel that she had thrown on her bed earlier after her shower, and then she cleaned them carefully before tossing it on the floor and settling back on the bed, her hands in her lap as she watched him watching her.
“You do it too?”
She blushed and he smiled, licking his lips in anticipation. “Tell me,” he pleaded, but then thought better of it. He unsnapped the buttons of her jeans and pulled them down her legs. “Show me.”
He could see her throat muscles strain as she swallowed, and he wondered if he went too far, asked too much. But then her hand was snaking toward her black cotton underwear, her thighs parting.
“Fuck,” he muttered, watching intently as her fingers moved under her panties. She moaned softly, reaching up with her free hand to rub her nipple through her shirt, her fingers working faster now. He couldn’t take not seeing her, all of her, so he tugged at her underwear, sliding them off too. The sight of her completely bare, masturbating before him in full Technicolor, went straight to his groin, readying him again. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from the pale, dainty fingers stroking pink, slick flesh, and he watched with envy as her thumb worked her clit, her middle finger inside of her.
“Logan,” she panted, her legs opening wider, an invitation.
He fell to his knees at the edge of her bed, his lips kissing her calves before moving up her leg to the inside of her thigh. He teased her slowly before finally giving in and licking the fingers still working at her pussy, and she mewed happily, pulling away so he could take over with his mouth. His tongue found her clit, stroking firmly in a familiar rhythm: up, down, and around. Veronica lifted her hips, needing more, her fingers threading through his soft hair as she clutched him to her.
Her mind was muddled with want, and in her haze all she could think was, Almost there, almost there, and then she was coming hard against his mouth, crying out his name as she arched off the bed.
Logan brought her down slowly, enjoying the taste and the tease. As she melted into the mattress, he stood to fully undress, dying to finally be inside of her again. He slid into bed with her, making sure to yank off her tank top so she was completely nude, too, and then he positioned himself over her as he peppered her face with soft kisses.
Sated and content, she moved to accommodate him, and he inched in slowly, groaning at the feel of her so wet and warm and tight. They took their time, his arms framing her face, her hand massaging his bicep, their eyes locked together as he moved. He knew he was close already, and that she wasn’t going to make it with him. He thrust harder and faster, that white heat unfurling low in his belly, and she caught his mouth in a kiss as he came, shuddering inside of her.
Later, as he spooned her to him, he told her how much he had missed her. Not just the sex, but her and this. She nodded her agreement, the lure of sleep beckoning her.
“It’s just too bad we have to die now,” he added, smiling as he sniffed her hair, the silky strands tickling his nostrils.
“Hmm?” she muttered, her eyes closed.
“Well we’ve had sex. We’re no longer innocent. That kid in the hockey mask is probably outside of your room now, waiting.”
She laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him. “But you gave him the candy.”
“After you pissed him off.”
She shrugged. “But we were never innocent.”
“Well that’s true.”
She closed her eyes again, very near sleep. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from any scary guys wielding a machete.”
Logan grinned, thinking that Halloween was most definitely his favorite holiday now, and nuzzled her closer. “I’m sure you will.”