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Title: Stroke of My Hand
Author: keepaofthecheez
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: R for Abstract S-E-X.
Word Count: 930
Summary: Logan is summoned for jury duty, it very well sucks, and Veronica kisses it all better. Basically, porny, pointless, ridiculous crack. Because after that finale, who needs angst??
Spoilers/Warnings: Everything and beyond. But nothing, really.
Author’s Note: I’d like to dedicate this fic to truemyth, if for no other reason than for seeing that it was actually written. I LUFF YOU, GRACE!
Written for the loveathons “Courthouse Challenge”, and it actually fits the prompt if you squint really hard.
Acknowledgements: The lyrics Logan sexily sings to Veronica are from Pantera’s Motorhead’s Ted Nugent’s “Cat Scratch Fever”.
“And how was your day?”
Veronica bit back an amused snort as Logan shot her a look, grumbling something unrecognizable beneath his breath as he exited the courtroom with several others. She followed him down the hall, twirling her keys and thinking about Logan’s childish reaction to being summoned for jury duty a week earlier.
Every day she came and picked him up, not because he needed her to, but because she got a kick out of watching him pout the entire way home.
“You know I can’t talk about it,” he finally muttered as they passed by a set of water fountains. His eyes flicked to her face and narrowed. “And you’re enjoying this far, far too much.”
“Well, it was inevitable,” Veronica grinned, not bothering to deny the truthfulness of his statement. Tucking her arm in his, she bumped his hip and sang, “You can only bribe the mayor for so long, even with questionable celebrity status.”
“Yeah, you’d think that would count for something,” Logan murmured, flashing her his first real grin.
This time Veronica did snort. “Well, at least they gave you a quickie. Just think…you could be stuck serving on the case Cliff is working on right now. Murder. Mayhem. Tawdriness…” She gave a mock-shiver, nearly bouncing on the tips of her toes to keep up with Logan’s ambling stride. “In a hurry much?”
“I wanna get the fuck out of here,” Logan replied, jerking at his collar with a distracted look in his eyes. “I can’t take much more of the law.”
“But you know it so well,” Veronica returned sarcastically, turning her face up to Logan’s.
His eyes went dark a split-second before Veronica realized what was happening, and she came up against the wall of an empty broom closet as Logan’s lips crashed against hers. Her bag fell to the floor, fingers tangling in his hair as she reached up, jerked him by the collar and plunged her tongue into his mouth.
Logan swore, reaching down to tear at his zipper while trying to keep Veronica propped up against the door. The edges of his mouth lifted as they lurched to the side. “Damn, you put on some pounds, babe.”
“Ass,” she muttered, unable to keep from giggling. “Maybe you’re just that weak and pathetic.”
Always one to rise to the bait, Logan grinned dangerously, and the heat of his palm fell on her upper thigh. From there, it was a short venture to shoving her legs apart and settling up against her.
“Today sucked,” he breathed against her mouth, hands already working beneath her skirt. “But right now I can’t even remember why.”
Well, that was nice, but Veronica hadn’t quite forgotten one thing.
“Logan…we’re still at the courthouse.”
Eyes blazing and heavy-lidded and fingers toying with the strap running across her hip, Logan shrugged a shoulder and leaned further into her. “I’m sure there’s a point you’re trying to make, but oh, look, panties.”
With that, he hooked a finger in the waist of her underwear and puuuulled…holding her scandalized gaze the entire time. As if that weren’t bad enough, he bent at the knee and placed the softest of kisses against her collarbone.
“Logan!” she hissed, determined not to react when his tongue found the curve of her shoulder. The teenytiny moan that escaped her throat was merely indignation. Exasperation. It was most definitely not a plea for him to-“Oh, God…do that again…”
“I make the pussy purr with the stroke of my hand,” Logan sang in her ear, voice thick and husky as his fingers continued to play beneath her skirt, “they know just where to go when they need their lovin’ man...”
“I…hate that song,” Veronica muttered lamely, lashes fluttering and teeth sinking into her lip. Her hips rolled against his hand, fingers closing around his wrist in a desperate urge to make him go quickerfaster.
“I love you.”
She stared up at him, noting that all hints of teasing had been replaced by that intense expression he sometimes wore around her. The one that turned a typically jaded and cynical twenty year old woman into a jelly-legged lovesick fool. Her mouth opened soundlessly, but he was already reaching for her, whispering insane things in her ear as his hands manipulated her body and drew her closer to the edge.
So fucking gorgeous.
Want you so bad.
Crazy without you.
And then she was keening his name, tilting her hips against him and feverishly grabbing for anything within her grasp…which happened to be Logan’s back. As her nails dug into his skin, Logan hissed sharply, but didn’t pull away. Or let her. Instead, his movements sped up, and Veronica went blind.
She didn’t care that the door wasn’t locked, or that there were trials in session just down the hallway. She could run into her Dad, or Cliff, or nearly thirty different people she knew and they’d only have to glance at her to know what she’d been up to.
And she. Did. Not. Give. A damn.
Not when Logan was there, coming right along with her and sending chills down her spine as he nibbled on the tender skin of her throat.
Not when every part of her wanted to burst out giggling at the absolute absurdity of what they’d just done.
Not when she wanted to do it all over again.
Logan caught her eye, cheeks flushed and hair rumpled. He glanced around the small closet, then flicked his gaze back to her face and gave a lop-sided grin.
“So. How was your day?”
Author: keepaofthecheez
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: R for Abstract S-E-X.
Word Count: 930
Summary: Logan is summoned for jury duty, it very well sucks, and Veronica kisses it all better. Basically, porny, pointless, ridiculous crack. Because after that finale, who needs angst??
Spoilers/Warnings: Everything and beyond. But nothing, really.
Author’s Note: I’d like to dedicate this fic to truemyth, if for no other reason than for seeing that it was actually written. I LUFF YOU, GRACE!
Written for the loveathons “Courthouse Challenge”, and it actually fits the prompt if you squint really hard.
Acknowledgements: The lyrics Logan sexily sings to Veronica are from Pantera’s Motorhead’s Ted Nugent’s “Cat Scratch Fever”.
“And how was your day?”
Veronica bit back an amused snort as Logan shot her a look, grumbling something unrecognizable beneath his breath as he exited the courtroom with several others. She followed him down the hall, twirling her keys and thinking about Logan’s childish reaction to being summoned for jury duty a week earlier.
Every day she came and picked him up, not because he needed her to, but because she got a kick out of watching him pout the entire way home.
“You know I can’t talk about it,” he finally muttered as they passed by a set of water fountains. His eyes flicked to her face and narrowed. “And you’re enjoying this far, far too much.”
“Well, it was inevitable,” Veronica grinned, not bothering to deny the truthfulness of his statement. Tucking her arm in his, she bumped his hip and sang, “You can only bribe the mayor for so long, even with questionable celebrity status.”
“Yeah, you’d think that would count for something,” Logan murmured, flashing her his first real grin.
This time Veronica did snort. “Well, at least they gave you a quickie. Just think…you could be stuck serving on the case Cliff is working on right now. Murder. Mayhem. Tawdriness…” She gave a mock-shiver, nearly bouncing on the tips of her toes to keep up with Logan’s ambling stride. “In a hurry much?”
“I wanna get the fuck out of here,” Logan replied, jerking at his collar with a distracted look in his eyes. “I can’t take much more of the law.”
“But you know it so well,” Veronica returned sarcastically, turning her face up to Logan’s.
His eyes went dark a split-second before Veronica realized what was happening, and she came up against the wall of an empty broom closet as Logan’s lips crashed against hers. Her bag fell to the floor, fingers tangling in his hair as she reached up, jerked him by the collar and plunged her tongue into his mouth.
Logan swore, reaching down to tear at his zipper while trying to keep Veronica propped up against the door. The edges of his mouth lifted as they lurched to the side. “Damn, you put on some pounds, babe.”
“Ass,” she muttered, unable to keep from giggling. “Maybe you’re just that weak and pathetic.”
Always one to rise to the bait, Logan grinned dangerously, and the heat of his palm fell on her upper thigh. From there, it was a short venture to shoving her legs apart and settling up against her.
“Today sucked,” he breathed against her mouth, hands already working beneath her skirt. “But right now I can’t even remember why.”
Well, that was nice, but Veronica hadn’t quite forgotten one thing.
“Logan…we’re still at the courthouse.”
Eyes blazing and heavy-lidded and fingers toying with the strap running across her hip, Logan shrugged a shoulder and leaned further into her. “I’m sure there’s a point you’re trying to make, but oh, look, panties.”
With that, he hooked a finger in the waist of her underwear and puuuulled…holding her scandalized gaze the entire time. As if that weren’t bad enough, he bent at the knee and placed the softest of kisses against her collarbone.
“Logan!” she hissed, determined not to react when his tongue found the curve of her shoulder. The teenytiny moan that escaped her throat was merely indignation. Exasperation. It was most definitely not a plea for him to-“Oh, God…do that again…”
“I make the pussy purr with the stroke of my hand,” Logan sang in her ear, voice thick and husky as his fingers continued to play beneath her skirt, “they know just where to go when they need their lovin’ man...”
“I…hate that song,” Veronica muttered lamely, lashes fluttering and teeth sinking into her lip. Her hips rolled against his hand, fingers closing around his wrist in a desperate urge to make him go quickerfaster.
“I love you.”
She stared up at him, noting that all hints of teasing had been replaced by that intense expression he sometimes wore around her. The one that turned a typically jaded and cynical twenty year old woman into a jelly-legged lovesick fool. Her mouth opened soundlessly, but he was already reaching for her, whispering insane things in her ear as his hands manipulated her body and drew her closer to the edge.
So fucking gorgeous.
Want you so bad.
Crazy without you.
And then she was keening his name, tilting her hips against him and feverishly grabbing for anything within her grasp…which happened to be Logan’s back. As her nails dug into his skin, Logan hissed sharply, but didn’t pull away. Or let her. Instead, his movements sped up, and Veronica went blind.
She didn’t care that the door wasn’t locked, or that there were trials in session just down the hallway. She could run into her Dad, or Cliff, or nearly thirty different people she knew and they’d only have to glance at her to know what she’d been up to.
And she. Did. Not. Give. A damn.
Not when Logan was there, coming right along with her and sending chills down her spine as he nibbled on the tender skin of her throat.
Not when every part of her wanted to burst out giggling at the absolute absurdity of what they’d just done.
Not when she wanted to do it all over again.
Logan caught her eye, cheeks flushed and hair rumpled. He glanced around the small closet, then flicked his gaze back to her face and gave a lop-sided grin.
“So. How was your day?”