Fic: Forget Me Not (R) Logan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly
Title: Forget Me Not
Author: ladydisdain225
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly
Word Count: 2701
Rating: R
Summary: Logan and Veronica finally get together and Lilly isn't thrilled about it.
Spoilers/Warnings: Nothing specific, but through 2x13 to be safe. The sex. Some creepy themes
Author’s note: Written for the loveathons flashback challenge. Thanks to the most excellent rachel_shanz and mutinousmuse for their awesome beta work.
“What the hell?”
Logan stiffened slightly at the voice - he’d been hoping that for once she’d leave well enough alone - but didn’t bother to look up.
He didn’t have to. He could see her burned into his mind’s eye, hands on hips, her face a mirror of shock and indignation, like it was even possible for him to betray her after what she’d done to him.
No he didn’t have to see her to know exactly how pissed off she was. But he wasn’t going to let her ruin this.
He gazed down at the blonde beneath him, smoothing her hair away from her face as he caught her in another kiss. Her eyes drifted shut as he moved his attentions downward, and he relished the gasp she made as he traced his tongue over her pulse point.
“Logan! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
This time he allowed himself to look at her, his glance sliding over her smooth curves, barely concealed in a strappy red silk dress - an affectation she’d picked up ever since he’d started watching the new Battlestar Galactica - her long blond hair spilling down her shoulders in loose waves like a classic Hollywood screen siren.
The look was too old for a seventeen year old girl, but then, Lilly Kane had always acted older than her years - she saw no reason to stop in death.
The first time he’d seen her, three days after the funeral, he was convinced he was high, and he’d vowed never to take anything Dick gave him again, no matter how good he said it was. He’d spent the rest of the night huddled in the bathroom willing away the spectre of his dead girlfriend.
That didn’t explain the second time though.
*****
“Hello, lover.”
He’d been playing some video game, and he was vaguely aware of the controller dropping out of his hands as he looked about for some method of escape.
“God, Logan, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
She’d smirked and it was almost enough to make him forget that she was dead. Only almost though. It was hard to ignore the blood making its way down her forehead.
She noticed his stare and rolled her eyes, throwing herself next to him on the bed. “I know, so gross, right?” She tossed her hair and he swore he could feel it on his cheek. “I mean, if I’d just stuck my head in the oven or something I’d be totally fine, but because some asshole murdered me I’m stuck looking like Carrie for forever. How is that fair?”
He was going insane. It was the only explanation.
Lilly laughed at him, like she’d read his mind, and lay back on the bedspread, her matted hair refusing to fan out beneath her. “Relax, Dingus, you aren’t going crazy. I was just… bored. Seriously, the afterlife? Not all that great.” She absently picked at the clotted blood on her temple, her face twisted with disgust. “Mostly they just want you to do all this like, serious atonement stuff, and I just wasn’t in the mood.”
If he didn’t look at her, she’d go away. It was in his mind.
He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he didn’t feel her flesh whispering across his.
*****
He grinned at Lilly as he brushed his lips against her best friend’s skin.
“This? This would be ‘making out’ but don’t worry, we’ll get to the fucking in a few, I’m sure you’ll feel right at home then. I mean, my dad won’t be here, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”
Veronica pulled him in for another kiss and he went willingly, losing himself in the feel of her, absorbing himself in her again as Lilly snorted her disbelief.
“Oh my God, are you ever going to get over the thing with your dad? It was a mistake okay? God. I think I’ve learned my lesson!” She gestured toward her gaping head wound and he wondered momentarily if she’d chosen her dress to match the blood.
His hands never stopped moving, mapping the every line of Veronica’s body as they made their way down, teasing at the taut skin beneath her t-shirt before sliding back up again to safer, less threatening territory. Officially, he and Veronica were barely at détente, and, though the events of the evening had thrown them together, there was every chance she’d come to her senses and remember that she hated him. He couldn’t risk spooking her.
Not that she looked likely to spook. Her wide eyes were fixed on him again, and the raw passion in them was enough to make him groan. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, and as he pulled away from her long enough to help her tug it off, he spared a glance upward and wanted to laugh.
Lilly looked pissed.
If there was anything she hated it was being ignored - forgotten - and this was the ultimate example of that.
“Why so upset, Lil? After all, it was your idea.”
*****
It had been two weeks and he hadn’t seen Lilly again. He’d convinced himself it was just a mixture of shock and grief and probably a little too much booze. Everyone reacted to death in different ways, and he’d imagined a visit from his ex. No big deal.
Of course that was when she decided to show up again, and a perverse part of him wondered if she’d planned it just to freak him out.
She stood, clad in her little pep squad uniform, her t-shirt straining across her breasts and he’d turned away with a shudder because even dead he still wanted her. He’d screwed his face up willing her to disappear and for several minutes, it was so quiet that he’d decided it worked.
He opened his eyes cautiously only to be greeted by her exasperated face.
“Honestly, Logan, are we going to go through this every time I visit? You’re worse than Duncan.”
That got his attention, despite himself. “You’ve seen Duncan?”
“Duh. He’s only my brother. He’s totally a wreck though. He kept asking me why I’d left. Like, hello, not my choice. Veronica was way cooler about it.”
Her blood was pooling on his floor and he wondered how he was going to explain that to the maid.
“Veronica?”
“Yeah, I mean, she was mushy but that’s understandable, I mean, it is me.”
She grinned that grin that was supposed to be self-deprecating but really wasn’t. And she was so Lilly that he could almost believe she was back. He could feel himself gearing up to apologize, to beg her forgiveness for not being there and rather than deal with that particular nest of vipers he found himself asking after Veronica instead.
“Oh, you know,” she said, straddling his chair in a way that made him have to remind himself that she was dead and wanting her now was wrong. “She’s devastated of course. Although it’s as much the whole Duncan thing as it is me - which, I think I’m a little more important, thanks. But whatever, she’s just moping all the time. Girl needs to get laid. Bad.”
It wasn’t the first time Lilly had gone off on this particular tangent. She was always insisting that what Veronica Mars needed was a good fuck to break her out of her pink plastic existence.
Today her eyes narrowed and she looked at him with a look he’d come to be wary of as it generally netted a suspension at least.
“You know what? You should do it. God, that would be totally hot.”
Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that.
“What? You want me to-”
“I know you want her. She’s entirely hot, totally sweet, what exactly is the problem?”
He was quiet when he finally answered, his voice barely a whisper. “She’s not you.” He couldn’t look at her. He knew she’d just laugh at him like she always did and he couldn’t take that, not on top of everything else.
“Oh so you have some huge objection to fucking Veronica, but you’ll cheat on me with a girl you barely know?”
“That wasn’t - it was just-”
“Whatever, I don’t want to hear it. I’m not telling you to fall in love with her or anything; she just needs something good in her life right now.”
She prowled over to him settling herself over his thighs.
“And let’s face it. You’re good.”
She leaned toward him and he closed his eyes as her lips locked with his and he knew he was going to hell.
*****
His eyes were still on Veronica, drinking her in, and he could feel Lilly getting more and more pissed off.
“You wanted this. You aren’t changing your mind are you?”
Veronica blinked up at him and shook her head with a determination so characteristic that it made him love her more.
“I want this, Logan,” she murmured, her breath catching as his hand slipped under her bra, brushing lazily against her nipples. “I want you.”
Lilly was gritting her teeth and he laughed against Veronica’s chest.
He could feel both girls growing indignant at inability to take the situation seriously and he found himself whispering to Veronica as he kissed his way down her abdomen. “I’m sorry. (kiss) You just (kiss) sounded so fierce.” On ‘fierce’, his tongue dipped into her belly button and he felt her fingers tighten in his hair.
“This is nauseating.”
He flipped open the button on Veronica’s jeans, and devoted himself to the thin strip of skin just below her waist band.
“No one said you have to watch.”
“You’re telling me to leave?” She sounded horrified and he could feel her begging him to look at her.
Lilly never could stand second place.
*****
“What do you mean you kissed?”
“Lips, tongue, bodies pressed together, tell me you remember this.”
“What were you doing kissing her?”
“Why are you getting so upset? I thought you wanted this. You’ve been after me to hook up with her for more than a year.”
“Yeah, so I wanted you two to hook up, okay?” she admitted. “I thought you’d be hot and I didn’t want Veronica to be lonely. That doesn’t mean -”
“What?”
She looked frustrated, like she didn’t want to admit whatever she was about to say. Lilly hated to show weakness.
“I didn’t want you to forget me.”
He regarded her somewhat sadly, reaching out to brush her cheek.
”I’m sorry, Lil. I did - I do - love you, but I can't live like this." He paused and she flinched. "I’ve got to move on."
*****
Veronica’s hands reached down blindly, fumbling with the zipper to his pants. He eased off of her to strip himself of them and his boxers before settling back above her, molding his frame against hers, groaning as her small hand wrapped around his hard length.
A light sheen of sweat stood out against her brow, and he couldn’t help grinning at the rosy flush creeping across her skin. He kissed her again.
“I can’t believe you would do this just to spite me.”
He glared fiercely at Lilly, and somewhere in the back of his mind he was grateful that Veronica’s eyes had lost their focus as soon as his finger found her clit.
“This has nothing to do with you. This is about me and the girl I’m in love with and you have no fucking place in it.”
“God, ‘the girl your in love with? What, are you in some bad paperback romance? Cause please.”
“You’re just pissed it’s not you anymore.”
*****
“Are you in love with her?”
Her eyes were flashing and he marveled at the idea that she could possibly be indignant about this.
“What do you care?” he asked. She’d stayed away for a month after he’d found out about her and Aaron, and he’d thought she was gone for good, that some sense of shame, of decorum was keeping her away. Apparently not.
“Um, if you’re in love with my best friend, I think I care.”
“Yeah, well, let’s say your opinion doesn’t mean so much anymore.”
She looked affronted. Like she honestly didn’t understand what he could possibly be mad about.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“You fucked my dad!”
“God, Logan, I was just… I was mad at you, it was mistake, it’s not that big of a deal!”
His hand clenched had to resist the urge to throw something.
“Fucking my dad is a plan, not a mistake.”
She softened and managed to look as contrite as she ever did, which, being Lilly, was not very.
“I’m sorry, okay?”
She reached out to take his arm but he angrily brushed it away.
“And Weevil? He another mistake?”
“Logan,”
“Whatever, I don’t want to hear it.”
He walked out of the room leaving her gaping after him.
*****
He groaned as he eased himself into Veronica, her legs wrapping round him, pulling him tighter against her body. “That my love-”
Veronica’s eyes snapped open, surprise painted across her features, “What did you say?” she whispered.
“My love,” he murmured, propping himself up on his elbows and regarding her seriously.
“So what, I’ve been replaced?”
“Can’t replace what you never had,” he practically spat, keeping his warm gaze on Veronica the whole time, glorying in the feel of her under him - around him.
He knew it was tempting fate, but he couldn’t help it. He found himself talking as he pressing kisses on her temple her cheek, her jaw, her throat, dipping down past her collar bone into swell of her breasts. “I love you, Veronica. I’m not, I mean, I know you don’t-”
“Logan,” she whispered firmly, “Be quiet.”
She pulled him up to her again, dragging him in for another kiss, this one hungrier, more desperate. She drew away momentarily, fixing him with a stern gaze. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lilly laughed and if she wasn’t dead he would have killed her again for trying to ruin this.
“You think she loves you? Like she’s not closing her eyes and thinking of my brother? That she doesn’t compare you two and stick with you only cause he’s not around?”
“Shut up.”
He was fucking her harder now, their bodies moving against each other in a heady rhythm.
He was close, and he slipped his hand back down to her clit, willing her to come along with him. She moaned as he pressed his thumb hard against her, a muttered “oh God” flying from her lips.
“Sure, I betrayed you or whatever. I never meant to hurt you or anything! God, to I have to point out the whole part where she turned you in for murder?”
“For fucks, sake, Lilly-”
Veronica froze.
She went absolutely still in his arms and he realized to his horror that he’d spoken aloud.
“Veronica-”
Then she was beating frantically against him, pushing him off of her, and he could see her trying to fight back tears.
“Veronica, it’s not, I don’t mean-”
He didn’t know how she’d grabbed her clothes so fast, he was sure they’d been scattered across the room. He reached out to stop her but she wouldn’t even look at him. When she spoke she sounded broken.
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Veronica, please!”
“I have to go. I have to…”
And with that she was flying out into the night and away from him, and this time he knew she’d never be coming back.
*****
Veronica sat curled up in a ball in the back seat of her car. She couldn’t handle driving just then, couldn’t take things moving, ripping themselves out from under her before she got a chance to adjust to them. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The tears were coming too fast, she’d drown in them.
Slowly she became aware of a hand stroking her hair and she looked up to see Lilly smiling at her sympathetically.
“I’m so sorry Veronica. I’m so sorry,” she murmured, pulling Veronica to her in a hug. “You have to understand, with Logan, it’s always been me.” Her hand rubbed soothingly down Veronica’s back.
“It’ll always be me.”
Author: ladydisdain225
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly
Word Count: 2701
Rating: R
Summary: Logan and Veronica finally get together and Lilly isn't thrilled about it.
Spoilers/Warnings: Nothing specific, but through 2x13 to be safe. The sex. Some creepy themes
Author’s note: Written for the loveathons flashback challenge. Thanks to the most excellent rachel_shanz and mutinousmuse for their awesome beta work.
“What the hell?”
Logan stiffened slightly at the voice - he’d been hoping that for once she’d leave well enough alone - but didn’t bother to look up.
He didn’t have to. He could see her burned into his mind’s eye, hands on hips, her face a mirror of shock and indignation, like it was even possible for him to betray her after what she’d done to him.
No he didn’t have to see her to know exactly how pissed off she was. But he wasn’t going to let her ruin this.
He gazed down at the blonde beneath him, smoothing her hair away from her face as he caught her in another kiss. Her eyes drifted shut as he moved his attentions downward, and he relished the gasp she made as he traced his tongue over her pulse point.
“Logan! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
This time he allowed himself to look at her, his glance sliding over her smooth curves, barely concealed in a strappy red silk dress - an affectation she’d picked up ever since he’d started watching the new Battlestar Galactica - her long blond hair spilling down her shoulders in loose waves like a classic Hollywood screen siren.
The look was too old for a seventeen year old girl, but then, Lilly Kane had always acted older than her years - she saw no reason to stop in death.
The first time he’d seen her, three days after the funeral, he was convinced he was high, and he’d vowed never to take anything Dick gave him again, no matter how good he said it was. He’d spent the rest of the night huddled in the bathroom willing away the spectre of his dead girlfriend.
That didn’t explain the second time though.
*****
“Hello, lover.”
He’d been playing some video game, and he was vaguely aware of the controller dropping out of his hands as he looked about for some method of escape.
“God, Logan, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”
She’d smirked and it was almost enough to make him forget that she was dead. Only almost though. It was hard to ignore the blood making its way down her forehead.
She noticed his stare and rolled her eyes, throwing herself next to him on the bed. “I know, so gross, right?” She tossed her hair and he swore he could feel it on his cheek. “I mean, if I’d just stuck my head in the oven or something I’d be totally fine, but because some asshole murdered me I’m stuck looking like Carrie for forever. How is that fair?”
He was going insane. It was the only explanation.
Lilly laughed at him, like she’d read his mind, and lay back on the bedspread, her matted hair refusing to fan out beneath her. “Relax, Dingus, you aren’t going crazy. I was just… bored. Seriously, the afterlife? Not all that great.” She absently picked at the clotted blood on her temple, her face twisted with disgust. “Mostly they just want you to do all this like, serious atonement stuff, and I just wasn’t in the mood.”
If he didn’t look at her, she’d go away. It was in his mind.
He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he didn’t feel her flesh whispering across his.
*****
He grinned at Lilly as he brushed his lips against her best friend’s skin.
“This? This would be ‘making out’ but don’t worry, we’ll get to the fucking in a few, I’m sure you’ll feel right at home then. I mean, my dad won’t be here, but I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”
Veronica pulled him in for another kiss and he went willingly, losing himself in the feel of her, absorbing himself in her again as Lilly snorted her disbelief.
“Oh my God, are you ever going to get over the thing with your dad? It was a mistake okay? God. I think I’ve learned my lesson!” She gestured toward her gaping head wound and he wondered momentarily if she’d chosen her dress to match the blood.
His hands never stopped moving, mapping the every line of Veronica’s body as they made their way down, teasing at the taut skin beneath her t-shirt before sliding back up again to safer, less threatening territory. Officially, he and Veronica were barely at détente, and, though the events of the evening had thrown them together, there was every chance she’d come to her senses and remember that she hated him. He couldn’t risk spooking her.
Not that she looked likely to spook. Her wide eyes were fixed on him again, and the raw passion in them was enough to make him groan. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, and as he pulled away from her long enough to help her tug it off, he spared a glance upward and wanted to laugh.
Lilly looked pissed.
If there was anything she hated it was being ignored - forgotten - and this was the ultimate example of that.
“Why so upset, Lil? After all, it was your idea.”
*****
It had been two weeks and he hadn’t seen Lilly again. He’d convinced himself it was just a mixture of shock and grief and probably a little too much booze. Everyone reacted to death in different ways, and he’d imagined a visit from his ex. No big deal.
Of course that was when she decided to show up again, and a perverse part of him wondered if she’d planned it just to freak him out.
She stood, clad in her little pep squad uniform, her t-shirt straining across her breasts and he’d turned away with a shudder because even dead he still wanted her. He’d screwed his face up willing her to disappear and for several minutes, it was so quiet that he’d decided it worked.
He opened his eyes cautiously only to be greeted by her exasperated face.
“Honestly, Logan, are we going to go through this every time I visit? You’re worse than Duncan.”
That got his attention, despite himself. “You’ve seen Duncan?”
“Duh. He’s only my brother. He’s totally a wreck though. He kept asking me why I’d left. Like, hello, not my choice. Veronica was way cooler about it.”
Her blood was pooling on his floor and he wondered how he was going to explain that to the maid.
“Veronica?”
“Yeah, I mean, she was mushy but that’s understandable, I mean, it is me.”
She grinned that grin that was supposed to be self-deprecating but really wasn’t. And she was so Lilly that he could almost believe she was back. He could feel himself gearing up to apologize, to beg her forgiveness for not being there and rather than deal with that particular nest of vipers he found himself asking after Veronica instead.
“Oh, you know,” she said, straddling his chair in a way that made him have to remind himself that she was dead and wanting her now was wrong. “She’s devastated of course. Although it’s as much the whole Duncan thing as it is me - which, I think I’m a little more important, thanks. But whatever, she’s just moping all the time. Girl needs to get laid. Bad.”
It wasn’t the first time Lilly had gone off on this particular tangent. She was always insisting that what Veronica Mars needed was a good fuck to break her out of her pink plastic existence.
Today her eyes narrowed and she looked at him with a look he’d come to be wary of as it generally netted a suspension at least.
“You know what? You should do it. God, that would be totally hot.”
Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that.
“What? You want me to-”
“I know you want her. She’s entirely hot, totally sweet, what exactly is the problem?”
He was quiet when he finally answered, his voice barely a whisper. “She’s not you.” He couldn’t look at her. He knew she’d just laugh at him like she always did and he couldn’t take that, not on top of everything else.
“Oh so you have some huge objection to fucking Veronica, but you’ll cheat on me with a girl you barely know?”
“That wasn’t - it was just-”
“Whatever, I don’t want to hear it. I’m not telling you to fall in love with her or anything; she just needs something good in her life right now.”
She prowled over to him settling herself over his thighs.
“And let’s face it. You’re good.”
She leaned toward him and he closed his eyes as her lips locked with his and he knew he was going to hell.
*****
His eyes were still on Veronica, drinking her in, and he could feel Lilly getting more and more pissed off.
“You wanted this. You aren’t changing your mind are you?”
Veronica blinked up at him and shook her head with a determination so characteristic that it made him love her more.
“I want this, Logan,” she murmured, her breath catching as his hand slipped under her bra, brushing lazily against her nipples. “I want you.”
Lilly was gritting her teeth and he laughed against Veronica’s chest.
He could feel both girls growing indignant at inability to take the situation seriously and he found himself whispering to Veronica as he kissed his way down her abdomen. “I’m sorry. (kiss) You just (kiss) sounded so fierce.” On ‘fierce’, his tongue dipped into her belly button and he felt her fingers tighten in his hair.
“This is nauseating.”
He flipped open the button on Veronica’s jeans, and devoted himself to the thin strip of skin just below her waist band.
“No one said you have to watch.”
“You’re telling me to leave?” She sounded horrified and he could feel her begging him to look at her.
Lilly never could stand second place.
*****
“What do you mean you kissed?”
“Lips, tongue, bodies pressed together, tell me you remember this.”
“What were you doing kissing her?”
“Why are you getting so upset? I thought you wanted this. You’ve been after me to hook up with her for more than a year.”
“Yeah, so I wanted you two to hook up, okay?” she admitted. “I thought you’d be hot and I didn’t want Veronica to be lonely. That doesn’t mean -”
“What?”
She looked frustrated, like she didn’t want to admit whatever she was about to say. Lilly hated to show weakness.
“I didn’t want you to forget me.”
He regarded her somewhat sadly, reaching out to brush her cheek.
”I’m sorry, Lil. I did - I do - love you, but I can't live like this." He paused and she flinched. "I’ve got to move on."
*****
Veronica’s hands reached down blindly, fumbling with the zipper to his pants. He eased off of her to strip himself of them and his boxers before settling back above her, molding his frame against hers, groaning as her small hand wrapped around his hard length.
A light sheen of sweat stood out against her brow, and he couldn’t help grinning at the rosy flush creeping across her skin. He kissed her again.
“I can’t believe you would do this just to spite me.”
He glared fiercely at Lilly, and somewhere in the back of his mind he was grateful that Veronica’s eyes had lost their focus as soon as his finger found her clit.
“This has nothing to do with you. This is about me and the girl I’m in love with and you have no fucking place in it.”
“God, ‘the girl your in love with? What, are you in some bad paperback romance? Cause please.”
“You’re just pissed it’s not you anymore.”
*****
“Are you in love with her?”
Her eyes were flashing and he marveled at the idea that she could possibly be indignant about this.
“What do you care?” he asked. She’d stayed away for a month after he’d found out about her and Aaron, and he’d thought she was gone for good, that some sense of shame, of decorum was keeping her away. Apparently not.
“Um, if you’re in love with my best friend, I think I care.”
“Yeah, well, let’s say your opinion doesn’t mean so much anymore.”
She looked affronted. Like she honestly didn’t understand what he could possibly be mad about.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“You fucked my dad!”
“God, Logan, I was just… I was mad at you, it was mistake, it’s not that big of a deal!”
His hand clenched had to resist the urge to throw something.
“Fucking my dad is a plan, not a mistake.”
She softened and managed to look as contrite as she ever did, which, being Lilly, was not very.
“I’m sorry, okay?”
She reached out to take his arm but he angrily brushed it away.
“And Weevil? He another mistake?”
“Logan,”
“Whatever, I don’t want to hear it.”
He walked out of the room leaving her gaping after him.
*****
He groaned as he eased himself into Veronica, her legs wrapping round him, pulling him tighter against her body. “That my love-”
Veronica’s eyes snapped open, surprise painted across her features, “What did you say?” she whispered.
“My love,” he murmured, propping himself up on his elbows and regarding her seriously.
“So what, I’ve been replaced?”
“Can’t replace what you never had,” he practically spat, keeping his warm gaze on Veronica the whole time, glorying in the feel of her under him - around him.
He knew it was tempting fate, but he couldn’t help it. He found himself talking as he pressing kisses on her temple her cheek, her jaw, her throat, dipping down past her collar bone into swell of her breasts. “I love you, Veronica. I’m not, I mean, I know you don’t-”
“Logan,” she whispered firmly, “Be quiet.”
She pulled him up to her again, dragging him in for another kiss, this one hungrier, more desperate. She drew away momentarily, fixing him with a stern gaze. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lilly laughed and if she wasn’t dead he would have killed her again for trying to ruin this.
“You think she loves you? Like she’s not closing her eyes and thinking of my brother? That she doesn’t compare you two and stick with you only cause he’s not around?”
“Shut up.”
He was fucking her harder now, their bodies moving against each other in a heady rhythm.
He was close, and he slipped his hand back down to her clit, willing her to come along with him. She moaned as he pressed his thumb hard against her, a muttered “oh God” flying from her lips.
“Sure, I betrayed you or whatever. I never meant to hurt you or anything! God, to I have to point out the whole part where she turned you in for murder?”
“For fucks, sake, Lilly-”
Veronica froze.
She went absolutely still in his arms and he realized to his horror that he’d spoken aloud.
“Veronica-”
Then she was beating frantically against him, pushing him off of her, and he could see her trying to fight back tears.
“Veronica, it’s not, I don’t mean-”
He didn’t know how she’d grabbed her clothes so fast, he was sure they’d been scattered across the room. He reached out to stop her but she wouldn’t even look at him. When she spoke she sounded broken.
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Veronica, please!”
“I have to go. I have to…”
And with that she was flying out into the night and away from him, and this time he knew she’d never be coming back.
*****
Veronica sat curled up in a ball in the back seat of her car. She couldn’t handle driving just then, couldn’t take things moving, ripping themselves out from under her before she got a chance to adjust to them. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The tears were coming too fast, she’d drown in them.
Slowly she became aware of a hand stroking her hair and she looked up to see Lilly smiling at her sympathetically.
“I’m so sorry Veronica. I’m so sorry,” she murmured, pulling Veronica to her in a hug. “You have to understand, with Logan, it’s always been me.” Her hand rubbed soothingly down Veronica’s back.
“It’ll always be me.”