Cha Cha Cha -- shangri__la
Title: Cha Cha Cha
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5286
Spoilers: If you know that V and Co. are in college next season, then you’re golden.
Note: Written for the loveathons “Lessons Learned” challenge.
A/N: Eep! How rude of me- special thanks to my lovely beta, solflower22. :)
Summary: Why can’t we be like normal college kids instead of the cynical bastards to which we aspire?
Veronica slammed her bag down on the large oak table, the impact echoing through the large library and getting the attention of some annoyed students. Her boyfriend continued to read, ignoring her conspicuous brattiness. He was acting like her father. One afternoon watching baseball together, and Logan was already picking up traits. This was not good. “Come on, Logan!” She hissed.
“Veronica, I’m trying to study.”
“Oh, like you know how to read.” She frowned, tilting her head to get a better look at the book Logan was busy skimming through. “What are you reading?”
“Pop Surrealism: The Rise of Underground Art.” Logan mumbled, chewing on the cap of his pen. He used his tongue to move it to the other side of his mouth. “This is some surreal shit, let me tell you. If I was on drugs...”
Veronica leaned over the table, placing her hands on the pages and thwarting his attempt at self-appointed discipline. “Logan, you have to come. It’s your duty as my boyfriend. It’s your job.”
Logan finally removed his eyes from the book, shooting her a glare as he leaned back in his seat. “Veronica. I have a very important exam tomorrow morning and the works of Alex Gross are kicking my ass.” He removed the pen cap from his mouth, pointing it at her. “This isn’t good for my GPA.”
“SSH!” Came from somewhere in the aisles.
She sat down, annoyed and pouting. “When did you become such a nerd?”
“When you threatened to dump me if I didn’t do something with myself- since when did you want to learn the art of dance? You’re too contentious for dance.”
Veronica chose to ignore him, giving him a faint smile. “The community center is giving free classes, and Wallace really wants to go.” She slouched in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “It just sounds like fun, Logan.”
His eyes narrowed, and he threw his pen cap at her. “Then get Wallace to take you!”
“Wallace is taking some girl he met in his Bio class!” She retorted swiftly, throwing the cap back.
“So, we’re doubling.” She nodded, and he mimicked her, straightening up in his seat. “Take Mac.” Her mouth dropped, and he nodded, turning the page of his textbook.
“Some people are trying to study!” A voice came from behind them.
“Sorry!” Veronica shook her head, managing a laugh. “Logan, you love to dance,” she whispered.
He nodded again, turning another page. “That’s true, but I usually like to keep it contained to lively parties and between the sheets.”
Veronica rolled her eyes, sitting up. “For your information, Mac has an exam to study for.”
“Imagine that...”
“Why can’t we be like normal college kids instead of the cynical bastards to which we aspire?” She paused, resisting the urge to smack him with his big ass art book. “Besides, I would really appreciate it if you could just be Wallace’s wingman for one night. I promise it’ll be fun-”
“Hey, we should buy one of Tim Biskup’s pieces for my apartment.”
She stared at him in disbelief, trying to understand how he could keep on as if she wasn’t talking. Just like her father. They were never going to hang out again. “You don’t have an apartment,” she said through gritted teeth.
His eyes slowly lifted, meeting hers. “I will after this semester.” He grinned broadly. “Then we can have sleepovers!”
“I’ll be sure to bring my Wonder Woman pajamas,” she said dryly, giving him a look when he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her. She stood briefly, grabbing her bag and bringing it back to her side. “Logan, are you going to come or not?”
“I don’t know...” He glanced at her faded purple unicorn t-shirt and black denim skirt. “You look cute today.”
“Thank you.” She sat back down, giving him a hard look. “Are you coming or not?”
Logan sighed, stretching across the table and holding both hands out. She placed her hands in his, and he stroked the back of her wrists with his thumbs. “Baby, I would love to, but I really have to study. I don’t feel like failing the first exam of the year.”
She leaned over, slowly sliding her hands up his arms. She squeezed his biceps, pausing to appreciate the muscle there. “Fine. You’re not getting laid for a week.” She started to pull back, and he grabbed her forearms, yanking her back. “What?”
“What?” He repeated, his eyes narrowing. “What- are you blackmailing me into going?” She shrugged, and he tugged on her arms again. “That’s not fair!”
“NO TALKING IN THE LIBRARY!” Some girl screeched from across the room.
Logan rolled his eyes, jumping to his feet. He gathered his books, shoving them into his bag. “Veronica, I can’t believe you’re forcing me.”
Veronica smirked, standing. She had him, he was definitely going. “Logan, I’m not forcing you.”
He sighed, heading for the exit, and waited until she was at his side to continue. “Veronica, yes, you are. By the way? Using sex to manipulate me is low.”
“It’s not my fault you like to get laid.”
“If I recall, so do you.”
“Point taken.” She smiled, slipping her arm around his, entwining their fingers together. He squeezed her hand, pushing the library door open and holding it as she walked out. “What a gentleman. Logan, listen. We hardly go out anymore, and this thing is free. If anything, you’ll be getting an intense workout.”
Logan shrugged, pulling his arm out of Veronica’s grasp and wrapping it around her shoulders. “I get an intense workout when we actually, you know, have sex. We haven’t done that in a while, by the way, thanks to your buddy Wallace.”
“He’s your buddy, too.” She said, wrapping her arm around his waist as they walked through the crowded campus.
“And my roommate who won’t let me get any play. I was going to poison his Red Bull this morning.”
Veronica laughed, glancing up at him. “Logan, he doesn’t care if we have sex.”
“Sure, he does. You just don’t know about it.”
“You have the scarf rule!”
He nodded, taking the moment to accept a flier being thrust at him by another freshman. He skimmed over an ad for the latest play before crumbling it up. “Wallace says he’s traumatized to come to his dorm with the scarf on the knob. He says it’s like I’m violating his sister.”
She frowned, thinking about that. “Well, he needs to get over it, because as long as my dad’s alive and carrying a gun, it’s not happening at my place. I don’t go crying because he’s sleeping with Lourdes from Psych.”
“Is he really?” She nodded, and he frowned. “Huh.” He shook his head, squeezing her shoulder. “Back on topic, I don’t want to go dancing.”
She smiled, slipping out of his grasp and grabbing his hand, leading him to the men’s dorms. “You do, you just don’t know it yet.”
A small grin came on his face as he allowed her to pull him to the building. “Why are you so cheerful all of a sudden?”
“I love college, and I just aced my Criminology exam,” she said, her smile growing as she held her hand out.
“Ooh, good girl. One step closer to being a CSI.” He dashed up, high-fiving her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she swung the glass door of the building open. “Are we going to celebrate?” He whispered, kissing her neck slowly.
Veronica gasped as he continued his assault on her neck, squeezing his wrists to stop him from tickling her. “Are you going to take dance lessons with Wallace and I?”
The security officer straightened up from his seat at the front desk, pointing at the two. “Hey, Echolls- what have I told you about bringing your girlfriend in here?”
Logan stared at Mike blankly, lifting his mouth from Veronica’s neck. “Dude, I bring her in here all the time.”
“It’s against the rules, you’re gonna get me fired.”
Logan glanced at Veronica before releasing her. He grabbed her hand, leading her to the front desk. “Okay, Mike, what do you want?”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “What do I want? What the hell do you mean what do I want?” He nodded at Veronica as he ran a hand over his cornrows. “Hey, Veronica.”
Veronica gave him a short wave. “Hey, Mike.”
“Well, you already have my VIP pass to Club Thin and my four hundred dollar watch,” Logan shot off, giving him a glare. “What do you want?”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Man, this would be a lot easier if you would just go to her place.”
“Yeah, have you met her father?” He sighed, glancing at the ceiling. “Connor Larkin’s autograph. It’s worth at least two hundred bucks, I can get that for you.”
“Connor Larkin? You know Connor Larkin?” Mike glanced at Veronica, and she nodded quickly. “All right, deal. But if you get caught, I know nothing.”
“Of course.” Logan gave Mike a wink before leading Veronica to the stairs. “I swear, there’s no campus rule, he’s just trying to screw me out of my possessions.”
Veronica shrugged, pulling her hair out of her ponytail. She ran her hands through her hair, combing it out. “Whatever. Like you were going to use any of that stuff anyway.”
“True. Do you think Wallace is upstairs?”
“Nope, he’s at practice.” Logan grinned, and she shook her head, unable to stop the smile from forming on her lips. “Logan, no. Don’t even think about it. We’re so not if you’re not.”
He frowned. “What does that even mean?”
She nudged him with her elbow. “You know what it means!”
Logan sighed, wrapping his arm around her. “I’ll think about it, but only if you help me study. I really need to pass this time.”
A skinny Goth kid stopped his walk down the stairs, eying Veronica. “No girls allowed in the dorms.”
Logan glanced at Veronica, then back at the kid. “She’s not a girl, she’s just a tiny, hot man.”
She rolled her eyes as the Goth kid glared at them as they walked past. “Logan, you’re so going to get kicked out.”
“Well, it’s their fault for accepting me. They knew I was your boyfriend when I applied, your dad was one of my references, for God’s sake.”
Veronica frowned slightly. “You know, I have never seen couples who talk as much as we do.”
“I know, when are we going to shut the hell up? I’m sick of us already. We should break up.” She gave him a look and he grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist. “God, I’m joking, Mars.”
“So, are you going to dance with us?”
Logan rolled his eyes, searching for his dorm key in his bookbag. “I don’t want to.”
“Logan!” She glanced up at him, grinning. “It’ll be just like Dancing with the Stars. You love Dancing with the Stars.” She paused. “Don’t you want me to be as ripped as Lisa Rinna?”
“You know, she kind of looks like my mother.”
Veronica frowned, thinking about that observation, then gasped. “She so does! What’s that about?”
He shrugged. “I really shouldn’t think she’s hot then, right?” Her nose crinkled up in disgust, and he nodded. “Yeah, I thought so...”
* * * * *
Logan let out a harsh groan as Veronica lowered herself on him, holding onto his shoulders for support. He ran his hands over her thighs, both waiting for the initial pleasure to pass. “I thought you said I wasn’t getting laid...” he whispered, kissing her neck softly.
She smiled, her back hitting Wallace’s table. “Color me impatient.”
“Or just plain horny.” Logan leaned back in Wallace’s computer chair, hoping no evidence would be left of their encounter. This time it wasn’t his fault- asking Veronica to help him study wasn’t a smart idea, especially when she abandoned the task after ten minutes to jump him in his seat. He didn’t even know where she pulled the condom from, she was that quick. “I guess I don’t have to go dancing now...”
Veronica jerked her hips, once, then twice, getting a grunt out of him. “Oh, you’re still going. This is just a preview of what’s to come.”
He licked his lips as Veronica started to move steadily, and he pushed her skirt further up her waist to get a better look at what she was doing. “I’m getting the milk for free, baby...”
She stifled a moan as Logan leaned forward, his mouth on her neck, his tongue tracing nonsense on her skin. His hands slid up her waist, gathering her shirt and pushing it up her body. She leaned back, allowing him to push her shirt up over her breasts and hoping he appreciated her new silk bra. “Yes, but you have no idea what dance lessons will do for our sex life.”
Logan inhaled sharply as Veronica grinded against him faster, her grip on his shoulders tightening. His hands clutched at her hips, moving her just the right way. “You’re doing just fine...” He gasped, glancing up at her.
“Thank you.”
He eyed her chest, eyebrows rising at the sight of the black material. “Hey. I like your bra.”
She grinned down at him, pleased. “Thank you!” Her words were cut off by a moan as his mouth fell on the spot between her breasts. His hands ran down the soft material of her bra, and she threw her head back, her back arching as she thrust her hips harder.
Logan moved his mouth up her chest, focusing on her collarbone for a moment before lifting his gaze. He gaped at her beauty as she rode him, blonde hair wild as she licked her lips, her face contorted into an expression of genuine pleasure. Her mouth formed words that never came, her eyes half-closed as she allowed him to control her, her teeth gritting as he moved her harder.
Her hands clutched at his t-shirt, her hips jerking hard against him. “God, Logan, harder...” She panted, kissing him roughly.
He kissed her back, his hand cupping the back of her head and forcing her mouth deeper onto his. He shuddered at the sounds of her low whimpers, his free hand wrapping around her waist and pushing into her lower back, forcing her to grind against him.
The door started to open, and Logan inhaled sharply, nearly falling out of the chair and taking Veronica with him.
“Don’t open the door!” Veronica and Logan shouted in unison, Veronica trying to pull down her shirt.
The door slammed shut, and Wallace groaned on the other side. “Oh, come on! What the hell is wrong with you two?”
“Give us five minutes, dude!” Logan glanced at Veronica, who was busy glaring at him. “Fifteen! Give us fifteen!” She continued to scowl, and his brow furrowed in confusion. “More than fifteen?” He whispered. “How much time do you need, woman? Jesus...”
“I have to get my books for my next class!” Wallace shouted.
Veronica started to move her hips again, and Logan grabbed her waist. “Stop it,” he hissed, glancing at the door. “Wallace, dude- now’s not the time.”
“I need my books!”
“Wallace!” Veronica called. “Are we still going dancing?”
“Yes! Let me get my books!”
“Wallace,” Veronica tried again, unable to stop the smile from crossing her features. Yes, she was going to be embarrassed when she saw him that night, but she had to do what needed to be done. “Are you upset that I have an active sex life?”
Wallace was silent on the other end, and Veronica struggled not to laugh as Logan covered his face with his hands.
“I...whatever you want, V.”
“I mean, Logan’s just so good at-”
“Okay, I’m leaving!”
Logan started to laugh, shaking his head. “Wow, Veronica, I never thought you had it in you.”
She stared down at him, giving him the best sultry look she could mange through the undeniably dorky smile on her face. “Guess what else I have in me?”
He rolled his eyes as she started to move again, his arms wrapping around her waist. “Oh, real mature,” he mumbled as she giggled, leaving small kisses on the corners of his mouth. “I can’t believe you’re considered the adult one.”
“To be fair, I am older...”
“That’s true, you old hag. What’s with me and older women?”
Veronica bit down on his lower lip, smiling as he nearly yelped in pain. “Watch it, Alfie,” she warned, releasing his lip. A gasp escaped her as he moved a hand between her legs, and she spread her thighs for him, trying to press herself against his body. “God...”
Logan grinned, leaning back in his seat. “I love it when you call me that.”
“Such arrogance...” She scoffed, gasping when he lifted his hips at the same time she sank down on him. “Do that again.” She breathed.
“Oh, pipe down,” he muttered, grabbing the sides of her face and bringing her mouth onto his.
He kissed her roughly, nearly panting as she thrust hard on top of him, her nails digging into his shoulders. She tilted back, bringing him with her as she pressed her hands against his knees, rolling her hips against his. With a groan, he leaned back, pushing her shirt up again to enjoy the view. It was the next best thing to her being naked.
Her nails dug into his knees as she ground against him, moaning as his fingers pushed against her clit at the same he moved his hips against hers. She moved harder, sighing as he groaned and biting back a moan of her own as her body began to heat up with the first waves of her orgasm.
Logan inhaled sharply as she started to thrust out faster, faint grunts escaping his lips as he grabbed the strap of her bra, jerking her forward. She nearly slammed into his chest, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck as she fucked him harder, gasping when he bit down on her shoulder.
With a loud cry, Veronica came, hips jerking wildly against Logan’s as he kept moving her, his fingers digging into her waist. He kept moving, one hand slipping down between her legs and pressing on her already sensitive clit as she thrust harder, her moans becoming louder and more unrestrained. He felt her second orgasm wash over her and it was then he allowed himself to come, groaning against her neck, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her waist.
Veronica sighed happily, enjoying the dull fatigue that always came after one of their sessions. His fingers rubbed against her skin, rousing her, and she licked her lips, sliding off Logan’s lap and pulling down her shirt. She fixed her bra as Logan removed the condom, throwing it in the trash before zipping up his pants.
There was really nothing to be said, they had both said it all their first time, right after she came back from New York. Patience was never a virtue for either of them, and the backseat of Logan’s XTerra had to do after a week apart with no contact whatsoever. It was still as good as that first time, and she was happy they never had an “awkward stage” to be embarrassed over.
She pulled down her skirt, leaning down and giving Logan a quick kiss on the cheek before perching herself on the edge of the computer desk and picking up his big art book. He gazed up at her appreciatively with a big grin, running his hand over her thigh and she smiled, turning the page. “Okay, let’s move on to Kalynn Campbell...”
* * * * *
Veronica rubbed her hands together, glancing at Wallace as eager dance students bustled about around them. “Okay, I’m so ready for this. We’re gonna burn calories and get some rhythm in our feet.” Logan rolled his eyes, unwrapping a piece of gum and popping it in his mouth. “I just want to dance.”
“Man, Dane Cook was right about women and dancing.” Wallace said with a shake of his head, scowling when Logan threw his gum wrapper at him.
Veronica glanced around the room, looking for their teacher. “The instructor’s name is Sasha Monroe. She supposedly was a member of the New York Dance Company- she turned down a touring gig to perform in Europe, so she has to be good, right?”
Wallace grabbed Veronica’s arm, leaning in as if the other students would hear. “Not for nothing, V, but you gotta stop talking to me if I’m on a date with Zola, here.”
She frowned slightly. “What happened to Lourdes?”
Wallace slowly grinned, and Logan nodded, rubbing the back of his neck roughly. “Fuck buddy,” he mumbled, using his tongue to blow a bubble.
Wallace nodded, rolling his eyes at Veronica’s look of disapproval. “Don’t hate the playa, V...” He grinned, holding up his fist and Logan returned the manly pound.
Veronica slid back so she was at Logan’s side, giving him a slightly wary glare. “Do you have a lot of fuck buddies?” She asked tersely.
He shrugged. “Don’t get pissy. You’re my fuck buddy.”
“I’m your girlfriend.”
He blinked, staring down at her. “You’re the girl I fuck, and you’re also my best friend. Therefore...fuck buddy. Every guy should be so lucky.”
Veronica paused, amazed at how touched she was at his offhanded compliment. “Aw.” She smiled, holding her face up and he leaned down, kissing her softly.
“Alright!” Sasha the instructor said loudly, clapping her hands as she bounced into the room, curly hair trailing behind her. “Is everyone ready to dance?”
Logan popped his gum, glancing at the ceiling as students cheered around him and Veronica grinned. “I’m going to fail my exam.”
“Yeah, too bad wanton sex with my best friend isn’t part of the exam.” Wallace grumbled.
“I said I was sorry.” Logan replied quietly as Sasha continued her introduction, putting on a Latin song on the stereo. “We forgot the scarf.”
“You forgot to move the hell out.”
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t enjoy my effervescent presence.”
Sasha grinned at the class. “Is anyone here a first-timer?” Several hands, including Veronica, Wallace, and Logan’s, popped up. “Okay, is anyone worried that they won’t be able to keep up?” Veronica raised her hand, along with several other students.
“Wimp,” Logan muttered.
“Bite me,” Veronica said under her breath.
Sasha licked her lips, picking up the boom box resting on the floor and setting it on an empty chair. “Now, personal question time,” Her smile grew. “Who here has had sex?” Logan raised his hand proudly, as did Wallace, Veronica, and most of the class. “Good, ‘cause if you can fuck, you can dance.”
Logan glanced at Veronica, smirking. “I should’ve taken dance, then. I would’ve aced it.”
Veronica rolled her eyes, pushing her hair behind her ears. “There’s such a thing as being too confident...”
Sasha pointed at her feet, bouncing to the beat. “Now, the basic beat to the cha-cha will be rock, step, cha-cha-cha. No matter what direction you’re facing, rock, step, cha-cha-cha. It’s that easy.” She nodded, starting to move her hips. “Men, it’s left foot forward and to the side-” She stepped forward, sliding to the side as her class began to copy her. “Small step, and back...girls, it’s the opposite.” She repeated the moves, pointing at her class. “Come on! Anyone can do it.”
Veronica glanced at Logan, frowning as she tried to mimic Sasha. Logan wiggled his eyebrows at her, moving to his own beat. “Okay, she sucks as a teacher,” Veronica mumbled, trying to remember the moves Sasha was doing.
“This is easy!” Wallace exclaimed, oblivious to the glare he was getting from Veronica.
She let out a huff of annoyance as Logan stepped behind her, prompting her to move her right foot forward with a knee to the back of her leg. He chuckled, pressing her body against his so she could move with him. “With some rhythm this time, Veronica.”
She smiled briefly, relaxing as he led her through the moves. “Be nice, not all of us had a professional dancer as their mommy.”
“Excuse me, she only danced for fun.”
Sasha moved around the class, watching and correcting moves. “Rock- step- cha, cha, cha!”
Logan chewed lazily on his gum, loosening his hold on Veronica’s waist. “All those formal parties came in handy- I’m doing this backwards, by the way.”
Veronica frowned, eyes on her feet as she tried to keep in step. “Yeah, you’re so talented- do the side thing.”
“See, I could’ve taught you this in the privacy of my dorm,” he said quietly, pulling her back, then to the side.
Veronica smirked, trying to keep with the moves as Logan slipped away from behind her. “You just want to get in my pants.”
“Hm. I can do that without the dancing, thank you.”
Sasha jogged to the front of the room, stopping the music. “Okay- freeze!” She pointed at Logan. “You know how to do it, come here.”
Wallace clapped his hands gleefully. “This is awesome.”
“You’re high.” Logan mumbled. He forced a smile, shaking his head. “No. I’m just here because my girlfriend threatened me with bodily harm.”
“I don’t care why you’re here, move your ass.” Sasha said curtly.
“You are, like, the worst teacher ever.”
Veronica pushed Logan toward the front, giving him a hard look. “Stop being difficult!”
Logan sighed, heading to the front of the room. “I only know basic steps,” he told Sasha shortly.
“That’s fine, we’re just doing partners.” She grabbed Logan’s hands, placing one on her waist and making him hold her free hand. “Now, y’all just watch us and follow. It’s your basic steps, but with a partner. All you have to do is make sure you’re in beat and in unison.”
Veronica smirked, watching as Sasha made Logan lead her through the steps. He looked completely and utterly bored, but she appreciated that he was making the effort. She reminded herself to give him a small token of her appreciation later, whatever it may be.
“Okay, do your moves individually.” Sasha said loudly, clapping the beat for the class.
Logan rushed back to his spot beside Veronica, moving reluctantly to the beat. “Well, that was awkward.”
Veronica danced, unable to stop the smile from creeping on her face. “Oh, stop it, you loved it.” She paused. “You teacher’s pet, you.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
“Now grab a partner!” Sasha yelled, turning the music on again. Instead of a traditional ballroom music came the sounds of a more contemporary song. Wallace was lost, choosing to dance to his own beat rather than the steps provided.
Logan grabbed Veronica’s hand, twirling her in his direction. He grasped one hand, his other hand on her waist. “This is just so stupid. I could be studying and/or sleeping by now.” He glanced down at Veronica, giving her a pointed look. “We could be having sex right now.”
She smiled up at him, ignoring his last comment. “Oh, come on, you’re having fun! Where else are you going to dance the cha-cha to club music?”
“Oh, gee, I did it when I was, like, twelve...”
“To the left, take it back...” Sasha sang, moving around her dancing students.
“Admit it, you’re enjoying this.” Logan rolled his eyes, but the smile was there, and Veronica’s grin grew. “Look at you! You’re having fun! It’s just adorable, Logan.”
Logan sighed, glancing at the ceiling. “Veronica, I really have to study. I think your dad’s going to kill me if I fail even one test this semester.”
Sasha clapped her hands, getting the class’s attention. “Okay, separate, and dance one more time!’
Veronica and Logan stepped away from each other, and Veronica counted under her breath, trying to keep with the beat. She glanced at Logan, only to find him dancing backwards toward the door. “Logan!” He shrugged, moving out of the classroom.
Wallace shook his head, smiling as Zola started dancing behind him. “That boy’s a party pooper.”
Veronica sighed, resisting the urge to run after him. “When he wants to go, he’ll go...”
“We’re never inviting him again.”
“Right foot, left foot- cha-cha!”
* * * * *
Logan glanced up from his book as the dorm room opened. He smiled as Veronica slipped in, primly placing the blue wool scarf on the handle before shutting the door. “Enjoy the rest of the class?”
“I did, actually.” She removed her jacket, throwing it on Wallace’s computer chair. “No thanks to you, you wet blanket.”
“Nice metaphor.” He sat up in his bed, resting the book on his lap as Veronica sat down on the edge of the mattress. “I really needed to study.”
“No, you didn’t,” Veronica said quietly, removing her shoes. “You’ve been taking art history since senior year- you know art like the back of your sneaky hand.” She shifted, getting on her hands and knees and crawling up Logan’s legs.
“Don’t make it sound like I lied to you,” he replied, leaning back on his pillow. “I didn’t. I do have an test tomorrow.”
She smiled, grabbing the book and tossing it on the floor before reclining on the length of his body. “I know, but you didn’t need to study as bad as you said you needed to. You just didn’t want to dance.”
Logan sighed, wrapping his arms around Veronica’s waist as she nestled against his chest, burying her face in his neck. “Also not true. I just don’t like taking corny dance classes...” He trailed off, closing his eyes.
“But...” she prompted, running her thumb over the edge of his jaw.
“But...” He opened his eyes, looking down at her. “I really don’t mind as long as you’re my dance partner.”
She laughed, pushing up off him. She straddled his hips, running her hands down his chest. “Speaking of corny...”
“Come on, that was pretty good. That has to get me at least a handjob.”
Veronica frowned, pretending to think about it. “It’ll get you a boob grope.”
Logan rested his hands on her waist, gently lifting his hips against hers. “What if I wanted the whole nine?” She gave him a wickedly unsettling grin, and his smile faded. “Oh my God- what?”
She leaned down, kissing him softly. Pulling away, she rested her forehead on his, her lips brushing against his. “Come with me next week. They’re moving on to the rhumba.”
“I’ll give you the rhumba-” He flipped them both over, getting a scream out of her.
Veronica gasped as Logan’s mouth fell on her neck, her arms wrapping around his back as he worked his way between her legs, his hands pushing up her t-shirt. “Logan,” she whispered, planting short kisses on his cheek. “We’re actually doing this on the bed...”
“Mm. First time for everything,” he replied, his hands slipping between her thighs. His fingers trailed along her skin before pushing her legs apart, the simple gesture getting a faint moan out of her.
Suddenly, the doorknob jiggled, and Logan lifted his head, glaring at the door. “Don’t!”
“Oh, come on!” Wallace yelled from the other side. “You guys are ridiculous! Open the door!”
“Fifteen minutes!”
“Nah- I’m tired, man! Open!”
Veronica lifted her head, staring at the door. “I’m naked and Logan’s between my legs- if you want to come in, by all means-”
“Fine!” Wallace interrupted quickly. “I’m gone...”
Logan grinned, holding up his hand, and Veronica quietly high-fived him. “Are you sure, Wallace? You can pull up a chair if you want-”
“Shut up, Veronica!”
END
Author: Me
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 5286
Spoilers: If you know that V and Co. are in college next season, then you’re golden.
Note: Written for the loveathons “Lessons Learned” challenge.
A/N: Eep! How rude of me- special thanks to my lovely beta, solflower22. :)
Summary: Why can’t we be like normal college kids instead of the cynical bastards to which we aspire?
Veronica slammed her bag down on the large oak table, the impact echoing through the large library and getting the attention of some annoyed students. Her boyfriend continued to read, ignoring her conspicuous brattiness. He was acting like her father. One afternoon watching baseball together, and Logan was already picking up traits. This was not good. “Come on, Logan!” She hissed.
“Veronica, I’m trying to study.”
“Oh, like you know how to read.” She frowned, tilting her head to get a better look at the book Logan was busy skimming through. “What are you reading?”
“Pop Surrealism: The Rise of Underground Art.” Logan mumbled, chewing on the cap of his pen. He used his tongue to move it to the other side of his mouth. “This is some surreal shit, let me tell you. If I was on drugs...”
Veronica leaned over the table, placing her hands on the pages and thwarting his attempt at self-appointed discipline. “Logan, you have to come. It’s your duty as my boyfriend. It’s your job.”
Logan finally removed his eyes from the book, shooting her a glare as he leaned back in his seat. “Veronica. I have a very important exam tomorrow morning and the works of Alex Gross are kicking my ass.” He removed the pen cap from his mouth, pointing it at her. “This isn’t good for my GPA.”
“SSH!” Came from somewhere in the aisles.
She sat down, annoyed and pouting. “When did you become such a nerd?”
“When you threatened to dump me if I didn’t do something with myself- since when did you want to learn the art of dance? You’re too contentious for dance.”
Veronica chose to ignore him, giving him a faint smile. “The community center is giving free classes, and Wallace really wants to go.” She slouched in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “It just sounds like fun, Logan.”
His eyes narrowed, and he threw his pen cap at her. “Then get Wallace to take you!”
“Wallace is taking some girl he met in his Bio class!” She retorted swiftly, throwing the cap back.
“So, we’re doubling.” She nodded, and he mimicked her, straightening up in his seat. “Take Mac.” Her mouth dropped, and he nodded, turning the page of his textbook.
“Some people are trying to study!” A voice came from behind them.
“Sorry!” Veronica shook her head, managing a laugh. “Logan, you love to dance,” she whispered.
He nodded again, turning another page. “That’s true, but I usually like to keep it contained to lively parties and between the sheets.”
Veronica rolled her eyes, sitting up. “For your information, Mac has an exam to study for.”
“Imagine that...”
“Why can’t we be like normal college kids instead of the cynical bastards to which we aspire?” She paused, resisting the urge to smack him with his big ass art book. “Besides, I would really appreciate it if you could just be Wallace’s wingman for one night. I promise it’ll be fun-”
“Hey, we should buy one of Tim Biskup’s pieces for my apartment.”
She stared at him in disbelief, trying to understand how he could keep on as if she wasn’t talking. Just like her father. They were never going to hang out again. “You don’t have an apartment,” she said through gritted teeth.
His eyes slowly lifted, meeting hers. “I will after this semester.” He grinned broadly. “Then we can have sleepovers!”
“I’ll be sure to bring my Wonder Woman pajamas,” she said dryly, giving him a look when he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her. She stood briefly, grabbing her bag and bringing it back to her side. “Logan, are you going to come or not?”
“I don’t know...” He glanced at her faded purple unicorn t-shirt and black denim skirt. “You look cute today.”
“Thank you.” She sat back down, giving him a hard look. “Are you coming or not?”
Logan sighed, stretching across the table and holding both hands out. She placed her hands in his, and he stroked the back of her wrists with his thumbs. “Baby, I would love to, but I really have to study. I don’t feel like failing the first exam of the year.”
She leaned over, slowly sliding her hands up his arms. She squeezed his biceps, pausing to appreciate the muscle there. “Fine. You’re not getting laid for a week.” She started to pull back, and he grabbed her forearms, yanking her back. “What?”
“What?” He repeated, his eyes narrowing. “What- are you blackmailing me into going?” She shrugged, and he tugged on her arms again. “That’s not fair!”
“NO TALKING IN THE LIBRARY!” Some girl screeched from across the room.
Logan rolled his eyes, jumping to his feet. He gathered his books, shoving them into his bag. “Veronica, I can’t believe you’re forcing me.”
Veronica smirked, standing. She had him, he was definitely going. “Logan, I’m not forcing you.”
He sighed, heading for the exit, and waited until she was at his side to continue. “Veronica, yes, you are. By the way? Using sex to manipulate me is low.”
“It’s not my fault you like to get laid.”
“If I recall, so do you.”
“Point taken.” She smiled, slipping her arm around his, entwining their fingers together. He squeezed her hand, pushing the library door open and holding it as she walked out. “What a gentleman. Logan, listen. We hardly go out anymore, and this thing is free. If anything, you’ll be getting an intense workout.”
Logan shrugged, pulling his arm out of Veronica’s grasp and wrapping it around her shoulders. “I get an intense workout when we actually, you know, have sex. We haven’t done that in a while, by the way, thanks to your buddy Wallace.”
“He’s your buddy, too.” She said, wrapping her arm around his waist as they walked through the crowded campus.
“And my roommate who won’t let me get any play. I was going to poison his Red Bull this morning.”
Veronica laughed, glancing up at him. “Logan, he doesn’t care if we have sex.”
“Sure, he does. You just don’t know about it.”
“You have the scarf rule!”
He nodded, taking the moment to accept a flier being thrust at him by another freshman. He skimmed over an ad for the latest play before crumbling it up. “Wallace says he’s traumatized to come to his dorm with the scarf on the knob. He says it’s like I’m violating his sister.”
She frowned, thinking about that. “Well, he needs to get over it, because as long as my dad’s alive and carrying a gun, it’s not happening at my place. I don’t go crying because he’s sleeping with Lourdes from Psych.”
“Is he really?” She nodded, and he frowned. “Huh.” He shook his head, squeezing her shoulder. “Back on topic, I don’t want to go dancing.”
She smiled, slipping out of his grasp and grabbing his hand, leading him to the men’s dorms. “You do, you just don’t know it yet.”
A small grin came on his face as he allowed her to pull him to the building. “Why are you so cheerful all of a sudden?”
“I love college, and I just aced my Criminology exam,” she said, her smile growing as she held her hand out.
“Ooh, good girl. One step closer to being a CSI.” He dashed up, high-fiving her. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she swung the glass door of the building open. “Are we going to celebrate?” He whispered, kissing her neck slowly.
Veronica gasped as he continued his assault on her neck, squeezing his wrists to stop him from tickling her. “Are you going to take dance lessons with Wallace and I?”
The security officer straightened up from his seat at the front desk, pointing at the two. “Hey, Echolls- what have I told you about bringing your girlfriend in here?”
Logan stared at Mike blankly, lifting his mouth from Veronica’s neck. “Dude, I bring her in here all the time.”
“It’s against the rules, you’re gonna get me fired.”
Logan glanced at Veronica before releasing her. He grabbed her hand, leading her to the front desk. “Okay, Mike, what do you want?”
The man’s eyes narrowed. “What do I want? What the hell do you mean what do I want?” He nodded at Veronica as he ran a hand over his cornrows. “Hey, Veronica.”
Veronica gave him a short wave. “Hey, Mike.”
“Well, you already have my VIP pass to Club Thin and my four hundred dollar watch,” Logan shot off, giving him a glare. “What do you want?”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Man, this would be a lot easier if you would just go to her place.”
“Yeah, have you met her father?” He sighed, glancing at the ceiling. “Connor Larkin’s autograph. It’s worth at least two hundred bucks, I can get that for you.”
“Connor Larkin? You know Connor Larkin?” Mike glanced at Veronica, and she nodded quickly. “All right, deal. But if you get caught, I know nothing.”
“Of course.” Logan gave Mike a wink before leading Veronica to the stairs. “I swear, there’s no campus rule, he’s just trying to screw me out of my possessions.”
Veronica shrugged, pulling her hair out of her ponytail. She ran her hands through her hair, combing it out. “Whatever. Like you were going to use any of that stuff anyway.”
“True. Do you think Wallace is upstairs?”
“Nope, he’s at practice.” Logan grinned, and she shook her head, unable to stop the smile from forming on her lips. “Logan, no. Don’t even think about it. We’re so not if you’re not.”
He frowned. “What does that even mean?”
She nudged him with her elbow. “You know what it means!”
Logan sighed, wrapping his arm around her. “I’ll think about it, but only if you help me study. I really need to pass this time.”
A skinny Goth kid stopped his walk down the stairs, eying Veronica. “No girls allowed in the dorms.”
Logan glanced at Veronica, then back at the kid. “She’s not a girl, she’s just a tiny, hot man.”
She rolled her eyes as the Goth kid glared at them as they walked past. “Logan, you’re so going to get kicked out.”
“Well, it’s their fault for accepting me. They knew I was your boyfriend when I applied, your dad was one of my references, for God’s sake.”
Veronica frowned slightly. “You know, I have never seen couples who talk as much as we do.”
“I know, when are we going to shut the hell up? I’m sick of us already. We should break up.” She gave him a look and he grinned, wrapping his arm around her waist. “God, I’m joking, Mars.”
“So, are you going to dance with us?”
Logan rolled his eyes, searching for his dorm key in his bookbag. “I don’t want to.”
“Logan!” She glanced up at him, grinning. “It’ll be just like Dancing with the Stars. You love Dancing with the Stars.” She paused. “Don’t you want me to be as ripped as Lisa Rinna?”
“You know, she kind of looks like my mother.”
Veronica frowned, thinking about that observation, then gasped. “She so does! What’s that about?”
He shrugged. “I really shouldn’t think she’s hot then, right?” Her nose crinkled up in disgust, and he nodded. “Yeah, I thought so...”
* * * * *
Logan let out a harsh groan as Veronica lowered herself on him, holding onto his shoulders for support. He ran his hands over her thighs, both waiting for the initial pleasure to pass. “I thought you said I wasn’t getting laid...” he whispered, kissing her neck softly.
She smiled, her back hitting Wallace’s table. “Color me impatient.”
“Or just plain horny.” Logan leaned back in Wallace’s computer chair, hoping no evidence would be left of their encounter. This time it wasn’t his fault- asking Veronica to help him study wasn’t a smart idea, especially when she abandoned the task after ten minutes to jump him in his seat. He didn’t even know where she pulled the condom from, she was that quick. “I guess I don’t have to go dancing now...”
Veronica jerked her hips, once, then twice, getting a grunt out of him. “Oh, you’re still going. This is just a preview of what’s to come.”
He licked his lips as Veronica started to move steadily, and he pushed her skirt further up her waist to get a better look at what she was doing. “I’m getting the milk for free, baby...”
She stifled a moan as Logan leaned forward, his mouth on her neck, his tongue tracing nonsense on her skin. His hands slid up her waist, gathering her shirt and pushing it up her body. She leaned back, allowing him to push her shirt up over her breasts and hoping he appreciated her new silk bra. “Yes, but you have no idea what dance lessons will do for our sex life.”
Logan inhaled sharply as Veronica grinded against him faster, her grip on his shoulders tightening. His hands clutched at her hips, moving her just the right way. “You’re doing just fine...” He gasped, glancing up at her.
“Thank you.”
He eyed her chest, eyebrows rising at the sight of the black material. “Hey. I like your bra.”
She grinned down at him, pleased. “Thank you!” Her words were cut off by a moan as his mouth fell on the spot between her breasts. His hands ran down the soft material of her bra, and she threw her head back, her back arching as she thrust her hips harder.
Logan moved his mouth up her chest, focusing on her collarbone for a moment before lifting his gaze. He gaped at her beauty as she rode him, blonde hair wild as she licked her lips, her face contorted into an expression of genuine pleasure. Her mouth formed words that never came, her eyes half-closed as she allowed him to control her, her teeth gritting as he moved her harder.
Her hands clutched at his t-shirt, her hips jerking hard against him. “God, Logan, harder...” She panted, kissing him roughly.
He kissed her back, his hand cupping the back of her head and forcing her mouth deeper onto his. He shuddered at the sounds of her low whimpers, his free hand wrapping around her waist and pushing into her lower back, forcing her to grind against him.
The door started to open, and Logan inhaled sharply, nearly falling out of the chair and taking Veronica with him.
“Don’t open the door!” Veronica and Logan shouted in unison, Veronica trying to pull down her shirt.
The door slammed shut, and Wallace groaned on the other side. “Oh, come on! What the hell is wrong with you two?”
“Give us five minutes, dude!” Logan glanced at Veronica, who was busy glaring at him. “Fifteen! Give us fifteen!” She continued to scowl, and his brow furrowed in confusion. “More than fifteen?” He whispered. “How much time do you need, woman? Jesus...”
“I have to get my books for my next class!” Wallace shouted.
Veronica started to move her hips again, and Logan grabbed her waist. “Stop it,” he hissed, glancing at the door. “Wallace, dude- now’s not the time.”
“I need my books!”
“Wallace!” Veronica called. “Are we still going dancing?”
“Yes! Let me get my books!”
“Wallace,” Veronica tried again, unable to stop the smile from crossing her features. Yes, she was going to be embarrassed when she saw him that night, but she had to do what needed to be done. “Are you upset that I have an active sex life?”
Wallace was silent on the other end, and Veronica struggled not to laugh as Logan covered his face with his hands.
“I...whatever you want, V.”
“I mean, Logan’s just so good at-”
“Okay, I’m leaving!”
Logan started to laugh, shaking his head. “Wow, Veronica, I never thought you had it in you.”
She stared down at him, giving him the best sultry look she could mange through the undeniably dorky smile on her face. “Guess what else I have in me?”
He rolled his eyes as she started to move again, his arms wrapping around her waist. “Oh, real mature,” he mumbled as she giggled, leaving small kisses on the corners of his mouth. “I can’t believe you’re considered the adult one.”
“To be fair, I am older...”
“That’s true, you old hag. What’s with me and older women?”
Veronica bit down on his lower lip, smiling as he nearly yelped in pain. “Watch it, Alfie,” she warned, releasing his lip. A gasp escaped her as he moved a hand between her legs, and she spread her thighs for him, trying to press herself against his body. “God...”
Logan grinned, leaning back in his seat. “I love it when you call me that.”
“Such arrogance...” She scoffed, gasping when he lifted his hips at the same time she sank down on him. “Do that again.” She breathed.
“Oh, pipe down,” he muttered, grabbing the sides of her face and bringing her mouth onto his.
He kissed her roughly, nearly panting as she thrust hard on top of him, her nails digging into his shoulders. She tilted back, bringing him with her as she pressed her hands against his knees, rolling her hips against his. With a groan, he leaned back, pushing her shirt up again to enjoy the view. It was the next best thing to her being naked.
Her nails dug into his knees as she ground against him, moaning as his fingers pushed against her clit at the same he moved his hips against hers. She moved harder, sighing as he groaned and biting back a moan of her own as her body began to heat up with the first waves of her orgasm.
Logan inhaled sharply as she started to thrust out faster, faint grunts escaping his lips as he grabbed the strap of her bra, jerking her forward. She nearly slammed into his chest, her arms immediately wrapping around his neck as she fucked him harder, gasping when he bit down on her shoulder.
With a loud cry, Veronica came, hips jerking wildly against Logan’s as he kept moving her, his fingers digging into her waist. He kept moving, one hand slipping down between her legs and pressing on her already sensitive clit as she thrust harder, her moans becoming louder and more unrestrained. He felt her second orgasm wash over her and it was then he allowed himself to come, groaning against her neck, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her waist.
Veronica sighed happily, enjoying the dull fatigue that always came after one of their sessions. His fingers rubbed against her skin, rousing her, and she licked her lips, sliding off Logan’s lap and pulling down her shirt. She fixed her bra as Logan removed the condom, throwing it in the trash before zipping up his pants.
There was really nothing to be said, they had both said it all their first time, right after she came back from New York. Patience was never a virtue for either of them, and the backseat of Logan’s XTerra had to do after a week apart with no contact whatsoever. It was still as good as that first time, and she was happy they never had an “awkward stage” to be embarrassed over.
She pulled down her skirt, leaning down and giving Logan a quick kiss on the cheek before perching herself on the edge of the computer desk and picking up his big art book. He gazed up at her appreciatively with a big grin, running his hand over her thigh and she smiled, turning the page. “Okay, let’s move on to Kalynn Campbell...”
* * * * *
Veronica rubbed her hands together, glancing at Wallace as eager dance students bustled about around them. “Okay, I’m so ready for this. We’re gonna burn calories and get some rhythm in our feet.” Logan rolled his eyes, unwrapping a piece of gum and popping it in his mouth. “I just want to dance.”
“Man, Dane Cook was right about women and dancing.” Wallace said with a shake of his head, scowling when Logan threw his gum wrapper at him.
Veronica glanced around the room, looking for their teacher. “The instructor’s name is Sasha Monroe. She supposedly was a member of the New York Dance Company- she turned down a touring gig to perform in Europe, so she has to be good, right?”
Wallace grabbed Veronica’s arm, leaning in as if the other students would hear. “Not for nothing, V, but you gotta stop talking to me if I’m on a date with Zola, here.”
She frowned slightly. “What happened to Lourdes?”
Wallace slowly grinned, and Logan nodded, rubbing the back of his neck roughly. “Fuck buddy,” he mumbled, using his tongue to blow a bubble.
Wallace nodded, rolling his eyes at Veronica’s look of disapproval. “Don’t hate the playa, V...” He grinned, holding up his fist and Logan returned the manly pound.
Veronica slid back so she was at Logan’s side, giving him a slightly wary glare. “Do you have a lot of fuck buddies?” She asked tersely.
He shrugged. “Don’t get pissy. You’re my fuck buddy.”
“I’m your girlfriend.”
He blinked, staring down at her. “You’re the girl I fuck, and you’re also my best friend. Therefore...fuck buddy. Every guy should be so lucky.”
Veronica paused, amazed at how touched she was at his offhanded compliment. “Aw.” She smiled, holding her face up and he leaned down, kissing her softly.
“Alright!” Sasha the instructor said loudly, clapping her hands as she bounced into the room, curly hair trailing behind her. “Is everyone ready to dance?”
Logan popped his gum, glancing at the ceiling as students cheered around him and Veronica grinned. “I’m going to fail my exam.”
“Yeah, too bad wanton sex with my best friend isn’t part of the exam.” Wallace grumbled.
“I said I was sorry.” Logan replied quietly as Sasha continued her introduction, putting on a Latin song on the stereo. “We forgot the scarf.”
“You forgot to move the hell out.”
“Oh, don’t act like you don’t enjoy my effervescent presence.”
Sasha grinned at the class. “Is anyone here a first-timer?” Several hands, including Veronica, Wallace, and Logan’s, popped up. “Okay, is anyone worried that they won’t be able to keep up?” Veronica raised her hand, along with several other students.
“Wimp,” Logan muttered.
“Bite me,” Veronica said under her breath.
Sasha licked her lips, picking up the boom box resting on the floor and setting it on an empty chair. “Now, personal question time,” Her smile grew. “Who here has had sex?” Logan raised his hand proudly, as did Wallace, Veronica, and most of the class. “Good, ‘cause if you can fuck, you can dance.”
Logan glanced at Veronica, smirking. “I should’ve taken dance, then. I would’ve aced it.”
Veronica rolled her eyes, pushing her hair behind her ears. “There’s such a thing as being too confident...”
Sasha pointed at her feet, bouncing to the beat. “Now, the basic beat to the cha-cha will be rock, step, cha-cha-cha. No matter what direction you’re facing, rock, step, cha-cha-cha. It’s that easy.” She nodded, starting to move her hips. “Men, it’s left foot forward and to the side-” She stepped forward, sliding to the side as her class began to copy her. “Small step, and back...girls, it’s the opposite.” She repeated the moves, pointing at her class. “Come on! Anyone can do it.”
Veronica glanced at Logan, frowning as she tried to mimic Sasha. Logan wiggled his eyebrows at her, moving to his own beat. “Okay, she sucks as a teacher,” Veronica mumbled, trying to remember the moves Sasha was doing.
“This is easy!” Wallace exclaimed, oblivious to the glare he was getting from Veronica.
She let out a huff of annoyance as Logan stepped behind her, prompting her to move her right foot forward with a knee to the back of her leg. He chuckled, pressing her body against his so she could move with him. “With some rhythm this time, Veronica.”
She smiled briefly, relaxing as he led her through the moves. “Be nice, not all of us had a professional dancer as their mommy.”
“Excuse me, she only danced for fun.”
Sasha moved around the class, watching and correcting moves. “Rock- step- cha, cha, cha!”
Logan chewed lazily on his gum, loosening his hold on Veronica’s waist. “All those formal parties came in handy- I’m doing this backwards, by the way.”
Veronica frowned, eyes on her feet as she tried to keep in step. “Yeah, you’re so talented- do the side thing.”
“See, I could’ve taught you this in the privacy of my dorm,” he said quietly, pulling her back, then to the side.
Veronica smirked, trying to keep with the moves as Logan slipped away from behind her. “You just want to get in my pants.”
“Hm. I can do that without the dancing, thank you.”
Sasha jogged to the front of the room, stopping the music. “Okay- freeze!” She pointed at Logan. “You know how to do it, come here.”
Wallace clapped his hands gleefully. “This is awesome.”
“You’re high.” Logan mumbled. He forced a smile, shaking his head. “No. I’m just here because my girlfriend threatened me with bodily harm.”
“I don’t care why you’re here, move your ass.” Sasha said curtly.
“You are, like, the worst teacher ever.”
Veronica pushed Logan toward the front, giving him a hard look. “Stop being difficult!”
Logan sighed, heading to the front of the room. “I only know basic steps,” he told Sasha shortly.
“That’s fine, we’re just doing partners.” She grabbed Logan’s hands, placing one on her waist and making him hold her free hand. “Now, y’all just watch us and follow. It’s your basic steps, but with a partner. All you have to do is make sure you’re in beat and in unison.”
Veronica smirked, watching as Sasha made Logan lead her through the steps. He looked completely and utterly bored, but she appreciated that he was making the effort. She reminded herself to give him a small token of her appreciation later, whatever it may be.
“Okay, do your moves individually.” Sasha said loudly, clapping the beat for the class.
Logan rushed back to his spot beside Veronica, moving reluctantly to the beat. “Well, that was awkward.”
Veronica danced, unable to stop the smile from creeping on her face. “Oh, stop it, you loved it.” She paused. “You teacher’s pet, you.” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
“Now grab a partner!” Sasha yelled, turning the music on again. Instead of a traditional ballroom music came the sounds of a more contemporary song. Wallace was lost, choosing to dance to his own beat rather than the steps provided.
Logan grabbed Veronica’s hand, twirling her in his direction. He grasped one hand, his other hand on her waist. “This is just so stupid. I could be studying and/or sleeping by now.” He glanced down at Veronica, giving her a pointed look. “We could be having sex right now.”
She smiled up at him, ignoring his last comment. “Oh, come on, you’re having fun! Where else are you going to dance the cha-cha to club music?”
“Oh, gee, I did it when I was, like, twelve...”
“To the left, take it back...” Sasha sang, moving around her dancing students.
“Admit it, you’re enjoying this.” Logan rolled his eyes, but the smile was there, and Veronica’s grin grew. “Look at you! You’re having fun! It’s just adorable, Logan.”
Logan sighed, glancing at the ceiling. “Veronica, I really have to study. I think your dad’s going to kill me if I fail even one test this semester.”
Sasha clapped her hands, getting the class’s attention. “Okay, separate, and dance one more time!’
Veronica and Logan stepped away from each other, and Veronica counted under her breath, trying to keep with the beat. She glanced at Logan, only to find him dancing backwards toward the door. “Logan!” He shrugged, moving out of the classroom.
Wallace shook his head, smiling as Zola started dancing behind him. “That boy’s a party pooper.”
Veronica sighed, resisting the urge to run after him. “When he wants to go, he’ll go...”
“We’re never inviting him again.”
“Right foot, left foot- cha-cha!”
* * * * *
Logan glanced up from his book as the dorm room opened. He smiled as Veronica slipped in, primly placing the blue wool scarf on the handle before shutting the door. “Enjoy the rest of the class?”
“I did, actually.” She removed her jacket, throwing it on Wallace’s computer chair. “No thanks to you, you wet blanket.”
“Nice metaphor.” He sat up in his bed, resting the book on his lap as Veronica sat down on the edge of the mattress. “I really needed to study.”
“No, you didn’t,” Veronica said quietly, removing her shoes. “You’ve been taking art history since senior year- you know art like the back of your sneaky hand.” She shifted, getting on her hands and knees and crawling up Logan’s legs.
“Don’t make it sound like I lied to you,” he replied, leaning back on his pillow. “I didn’t. I do have an test tomorrow.”
She smiled, grabbing the book and tossing it on the floor before reclining on the length of his body. “I know, but you didn’t need to study as bad as you said you needed to. You just didn’t want to dance.”
Logan sighed, wrapping his arms around Veronica’s waist as she nestled against his chest, burying her face in his neck. “Also not true. I just don’t like taking corny dance classes...” He trailed off, closing his eyes.
“But...” she prompted, running her thumb over the edge of his jaw.
“But...” He opened his eyes, looking down at her. “I really don’t mind as long as you’re my dance partner.”
She laughed, pushing up off him. She straddled his hips, running her hands down his chest. “Speaking of corny...”
“Come on, that was pretty good. That has to get me at least a handjob.”
Veronica frowned, pretending to think about it. “It’ll get you a boob grope.”
Logan rested his hands on her waist, gently lifting his hips against hers. “What if I wanted the whole nine?” She gave him a wickedly unsettling grin, and his smile faded. “Oh my God- what?”
She leaned down, kissing him softly. Pulling away, she rested her forehead on his, her lips brushing against his. “Come with me next week. They’re moving on to the rhumba.”
“I’ll give you the rhumba-” He flipped them both over, getting a scream out of her.
Veronica gasped as Logan’s mouth fell on her neck, her arms wrapping around his back as he worked his way between her legs, his hands pushing up her t-shirt. “Logan,” she whispered, planting short kisses on his cheek. “We’re actually doing this on the bed...”
“Mm. First time for everything,” he replied, his hands slipping between her thighs. His fingers trailed along her skin before pushing her legs apart, the simple gesture getting a faint moan out of her.
Suddenly, the doorknob jiggled, and Logan lifted his head, glaring at the door. “Don’t!”
“Oh, come on!” Wallace yelled from the other side. “You guys are ridiculous! Open the door!”
“Fifteen minutes!”
“Nah- I’m tired, man! Open!”
Veronica lifted her head, staring at the door. “I’m naked and Logan’s between my legs- if you want to come in, by all means-”
“Fine!” Wallace interrupted quickly. “I’m gone...”
Logan grinned, holding up his hand, and Veronica quietly high-fived him. “Are you sure, Wallace? You can pull up a chair if you want-”
“Shut up, Veronica!”
END