Fic: Losing to Win - gertinator
Title: Losing to Win
Author: gertinator
Rating: NC-17
Words: 5015
Spoilers: None - AU... In my head, it's the AU of Veronica's before-graduation dream (set before the time in the dream) but really all you need to know is Lilly is alive, she and Logan are not together, and Veronica is still the same sweet V of old. (No rape, etc.)
Summary: Lilly wins a bet with Logan and he must pay up.
Author's Notes: Totally a crack!fic. I just got this in my head and couldn't let it go. I didn't know what to do with it, then decided it was perfect pants_a_thon material. So I posted it. Then I saw the loveathons Karaoke challege and decided to smut it up a bit to enter. I have to say, it adds another layer of meaning to the title *wink*
"You lose and you lose big, Logan!" taunted Lilly, pumping her arm in the air in a victory cheer.
"It was just a stupid bet." Logan sounded bored, jaded. He had only taken the bet to pass the time while Vanderson droned on in Philosophy. "What's the dare this time, Lilly?"
"You have to meet me tonight at Java the Hut," she began, raising her eyebrows and grinning wildly.
"That's not so bad..." Logan was suspicious. This was starting to feel like one of Lilly's set-ups. Dares were usually paid off immediately, not held until later.
"And sing a karaoke song," she finished triumphantly.
Aha. "No way. It's not worth that."
"You have to. Remember last weekend? Dick's party, when you passed out? I may have posed you for a few pictures..." She laughed, and it sent chills down his spine. If she had been planning this for that long, it was sure to be deadly. "You renege on the bet, those pictures go on the net." Lilly sing-songed her rhyme, taunting him with a reckless grin.
She'd do it, for sure. And god only knows who Logan had been posed with or what they had been doing. Shit. "Okay, I have to karaoke." He rolled his eyes.
"The song I pick." She smirked.
"Wait a minute," protested Logan. "No way am I doing any Micheal Bolton or Journey or crap like that. I have my standards."
"It's the song I pick..." Lilly's whole face was lit with evil glee. "...and you have to sing it to Veronica."
Logan felt like he was falling, looking at Lilly through a haze. Did she know? Did Lilly know that Logan wanted Veronica? He had always wanted Veronica a little, even when he was with Lilly and Veronica was with Duncan. She was so perfect, so good, with that sparkle of defiance and humor hiding just underneath. He pushed it down when he was with Lilly, but now, now Veronica was all he could think about. For god's sake, he had dreams about her. Dreams of touching every inch of her pale skin, of kissing every freckle, learning every curve. Dreams of holding her naked body under him, of thrusting into her and making those perfect pink lips scream his name in unbearable pleasure. Fucking wet dreams, like he had just fucking hit puberty.
It was embarrassing. He had tried to keep it a secret. He told himself it was because it wasn't right for him to want his ex's best friend and it sure as hell wasn't right for him to want his best friend's ex. But mostly, deep down, he worried that he wasn't good enough for Veronica and she'd reject him. Lilly had just exposed his deepest desire and worst fear.
"You want me to sing to Veronica? Are you crazy? Have you told her?" Logan was frantic. Lilly knew, he could tell by her look. And there was no way he was going to escape this humiliation. Lilly always got what she wanted in the end. He just had to trust that deep down Lilly still loved him a little, and she loved Veronica a lot, and even though she liked mischief, she wasn't looking to cause pain.
Lilly just smiled, with that twinkle in her eye that said, "Hold on for the ride of your life." "Trust me, it'll be perfect."
"Okay, Lilly. But if you pick a shitty song, you can post all the pictures you want of my bare ass in compromising positions, but I am walking away. I don't care if it looks like I am going down on Dick..."
"Damn. I wish I would have thought of that. It would've been hot. Even if it was just for my own collection." Lilly grinned and took his arm. "You have no faith in me, Logan. Now about what you'll be wearing..."
Logan had given in to the inevitable, but at those words he stopped in horror. "What are you going to make me wear???" His stomach sank at the possibilities Lilly's twisted and depraved mind would come up with.
"Trust me, you'll look totally fabulous..."
******
Veronica sat at the table, sipping her frappuccino. "Why did I have to get all dressed up to go to Java the Hut?" Veronica looked around suspiciously. "And why did you make me wear this dress? You hate this dress." She narrowed her eyes at her best friend. "What are you planning, Lilly Kane? I don't trust you for a minute." She nervously smoothed the skirt on her virginal white sundress.
Lilly's eyes twinkled, and her voice was husky. "You are a smart girl, Veronica Mars. You shouldn't trust me. But you'll like this, I promise." She licked her lips in anticipation.
Logan entered just then, looking a little lost and uncertain. He had his hand in his hair, messing up the already tousled locks. "Is that Logan?" Veronica asked, eyes wide. "In leather pants?" She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Lilly licked her lips again, and her eyes glowed with an evil light. "Oh, yes. The silly boy was stupid enough to make a bet with me and lose and now he has to pay up."
Veronica's mouth hung open. "Lilly?! What have you done?" She was shocked at Lilly's antics, but couldn't help but admire the view.
Lilly petted Veronica's shoulder reassuringly. "A little lying, a little cheating... oh, and some blackmail." She giggled. "It was so worth it. Look at his ass! It was made for leather."
"But Lilly, I thought you didn't want him anymore..." Veronica tried to hide her disapproval at the way Lilly toyed with Logan. She would never reveal her own crush on the boy, or how it frustrated her that Lilly didn't seem to want him, but also wouldn't quite let him go.
"Oh, I've moved on. This show isn't for my benefit " Lilly assured her with a breezy laugh. "Think of it as a gift to the women of Neptune. Including you, Veronica Mars." Lilly nudged her friend and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
A gift to the women of Neptune, indeed. Veronica was entranced by the way the soft black leather cupped the round cheeks of Logan's ass. She had always thought Logan was hot, but this... this was amazing. He had that edgy quality anyway, a bad boy even in a t-shirt and a pair of board shorts. But in the leather pants and tight black t-shirt, shell necklace, mussed hair - he looked dangerous, wicked... delicious. Veronica wanted to taste just how delicious he could be. The lascivious nature of her thoughts shocked her a little, as she imagined stroking the soft leather and then peeling it off of Logan...
He seemed to feel her stare and glanced over. Their eyes caught. A lightening bolt went straight to her panties and sizzled in the wetness it found there. Logan's look was almost shy for a second and then it burned through her as he slowly grinned his trademark cocky smirk. Veronica could not tear her eyes away from him. This was Logan, but not the Logan she knew. What had Lilly done?
Logan finally turned to speak to the karaoke mc and Veronica felt as if an important piece of her had been physically ripped away. She stared at his back and her eyes clung to the curve of his ass in the black leather. She wondered if it was as soft as it looked. God, she just wanted to reach out and stroke it...
Veronica was startled out of her trance by a punch to her arm. "You're drooling, Mars, " giggled Lilly knowingly. "Though he is totally worth it. It's too bad we are so much alike that we drive each other crazy..." She seemed to be assessing Veronica, "Now the two of you..."
"Next up, Logan Echolls," announced the mc, interrupting.
Veronica looked at Lilly questioningly. "You made him dress up to do karaoke?"
"Oh, better than that. Just you wait, Veronica Mars." Lilly let out a wicked cackle, and Veronica felt a shiver go down her spine. Lilly in this mood was a force to be feared.
Logan took the mic and pinned Veronica with his gaze as the music started. Veronica barely heard it, she was so caught up in the heat crackling between them. As Logan leaned into the mic stand, eyes only for her, the familiar tune penetrated. Suddenly, it made sense - Logan staring at her, the bad boy leather, her prim white sundress... She swung on Lilly, her mouth open in shock. "You set this up! You're making him sing to me!" Veronica felt the blush sweep her face and for a moment, she was livid.
"Don't pretend you don't want it, Veronica Mars. And don't pretend you don't want him. Donut was never enough of a man for a hottie like you, you just gotta let it out. And trust me, Logan wants to help you... Now shhhh. The show's starting." She nudged Veronica, who turned back to the stage as Logan's voice rang out.
Come out Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Aw But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
Logan's eyes were totally on Veronica and she thought she'd die of embarrassment. She knew her face was bright red, and she hid it in her hands for a minute. She couldn't stand it, though. She had to see him, see his face, know what he was thinking. She peeked out. He locked eyes with her again, and his expression was questioning, shy. Veronica knew Lilly had put him up to this and she wondered now what Lilly held over him. This was more than a bet, more than a dare. Could he possibly have an interest in her? God, she hoped so.
Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
But they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done.....
Only the good die young
That's what I said
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Logan sounded great. The song, the leather, suited him somehow and it was clear performance was in his blood as he worked the stage with kind of a 50's do-wop vibe. The soft black skin of the pants gripped him as nicely in front as it did in back, and his occasional pelvic thrusts only served to further display his assets. He was one hell of a well built man. Veronica unconsciously moaned a little.
Logan still had eyes only for her and the crowd was starting to notice. He seemed to be asking her permission for something, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. In that moment, he seemed to ignite. He pulled the cordless mic from the stand and jumped off the stage, striding over to her.
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Aw But that never hurt no one
He was only inches away from her, his eyes twinkling. Dear god, she could barely hear him over the pounding of her heart, which seemed to have gone into a total overdrive. This may have been a set-up by Lilly, but Logan was clearly not doing it for Lilly anymore. Only two people existed in this universe and it was all Logan and Veronica.
So come on Virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darlin' only the good die young
Logan ran a hand down her cheek, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He quirked his eyebrow at her questioningly and she gave him a million watt smile. That seemed to reassure him. He renewed his singing with vigor.
I tell ya
only the good die young
only the good die young
The crowd was going crazy, but Veronica barely heard them. Logan grabbed her hand and pulled her up so she was standing, then sang down to her. The hand that didn't hold the mic was gently exploring her face, tracing her cheek, brushing her lips with his fingers.
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
mmmm, and a cross of gold
But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information
You didn't count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
oh woah woah
He spun her in a swing dance twirl, then pulled her to him so her back landed against his chest. He sang softly into her ear, arm still around her waist, holding her to him. Her body burned where it touched his. His voice was husky with desire as he continued.
They say there's a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it's better but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun...
His lips barely touched her cheek, and she practically cried out from the sensation. Her eyes met his briefly and she could see he was also a little shocked by the electricity between them. Always the consummate performer, he poured the energy back into the song, though his eyes promised that he would not forget the power of that touch.
You know that only the good die young
Oh woah baby
I tell ya
Only the good die young,
Only the good die young
Logan twirled her in a few more dance steps, never letting go of her hand, never taking his eyes off of her.
You say your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation
Aww She never cared for me
But did she ever say a prayer for me? oh woah woah
This time, when she came out of the twirl, Logan pulled her to him, so that her hands braced against his chest and her bare legs brushed the leather of his pants. He looked down at her, looked deep into her eyes, and deeper inside of her.
Come out come out come out Veronica
Logan ennuciated her name, quirking his eyebrow with a smirk at the revision of the song.
Don't let me wait,
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young
Logan was doing more than singing a song. His eyes asked a million questions and hers answered them with all of the right answers. "You are the one..." She whispered.
There was a whole additional chorus but Logan had stopped singing. His arms held Veronica tightly, but it was really his stare that had her trapped. Their lips were barely inches apart as he leaned down and she unconsciously went to tip toes. As the song faded, their lips touched in an explosion of sparks. The crowd roared their approval but the catcalls and applause were totally lost in the swirl of emotions binding Logan and Veronica together as they shared their first kiss.
Finally, they came up for air, and Veronica remembered where they were. "Oh, my god!" She hid her face, already flushed from the kiss and now beet red, in Logan's chest.
Lilly chose that moment to speak. "Ooh, I have to go... Logan, you'll take Veronica home, right?" She gave them both an impish grin, then skipped over to meet a dangerous looking biker guy by the door. Judging by the way she stuck her tongue down his throat in greeting, she really had "moved on."
Logan's arms tightened around Veronica, and he murmured into her hair. "Wanna get out of here?" Logan chuckled, petting Veronica's hair as she continued to hide her face. "Don't know if I should kill her or send her a present."
Veronica's hands snuck around to grip Logan's ass in the leather and she mumbled into his chest, "I'm definitely sending a present."
*******
"So, Logan... Did you mean what you said?" Veronica's voice was hesitant, with a faint underlying challenge.
Logan examined her surreptitiously, short glances so he could keep his eyes on the road. It still felt surreal, unbelievable, fantastic, to have her next to him in the car like this. His girlfriend? Was Veronica Mars really his new girlfriend? It seemed too good to be true, but Veronica's kisses back at Java the Hut had said she wanted to belong to him.
The sundress she wore was the picture of virginal innocence and chastity, a common look for Veronica. What was new was the wicked sexy gleam in her eyes, as she stared at him through her thick, velvety lashes. She was begging for him to touch her and Logan's mouth went dry at the thought. He felt his cock swell and strain at the supple leather of the pants Lilly had chosen for him. Thank you, Lilly, he thought. For making me try for the impossible... and get it.
Veronica lounged in the seat of the X-Terra, a picture of purity and longing. Her long blonde hair was shiny and just a little messed from Logan's earlier caresses. She wrapped one strand around her finger unconsciously, as she stared at Logan. Her lips were slightly swollen, the lip gloss eaten off by Logan's hungry mouth. Every now and then, her tongue would flick out to remember the sensation of his lips on hers. Logan tried not to look at her, because it only made it harder for him to breathe, but his eyes were magnetically drawn to her.
Logan had not said a word, so Veronica persisted. She leaned towards him, the prim white dress pulled tight to give him a flash of cleavage. "Do you want to be the one? Tonight?" she asked coyly, chewing on her bottom lip.
Logan gawked at her for a moment as her words seeped into his already lust dazed brain. His eyes finally came back to the road just in time for him to slam on the brakes and narrowly miss crashing into the car in front of him.
"Jesus!" he said, breathing heavily, his heartbeat wild - and not from almost crashing. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to concentrate on maneuvering the highway but darting quick looks to the side. "Veronica - What are you - ? Do you - ? Shit, of course I - oh, my God." The smooth, suave player that used to be Logan Echolls had completely disappeared, and was now replaced by an awkward, stuttering idiot who was as nervous as a boy on the first date of his life. A boy who had just been propositioned by the girl of his dreams. Logan had no idea how to respond.
Veronica leaned over from her seat, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Her hands stroked their way down the soft black leather encasing his thigh and she let out a soft moan.
It was the combination of the moan and the fact that her questing fingers had found the pulsing hardness of Logan's dick that drove him over the edge. He crossed two lanes of traffic and squealed the X-Terra to a stop on the gravely shoulder of the road. He slammed the car into park, unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed blindly for Veronica.
"Oh, my God, Ver-" He didn't finish the words, because once his mouth had found hers all verbal skills were lost. It was a hot, dirty, hungry kiss. Logan's hands tried to memorize every inch of her body, still doubting she was real and not a mirage. Or another wet dream. Veronica met him equally, sliding her hands across the soft leather that coated him like a second skin. It felt as exquisite as she had imagined.
Veronica's sundress had been pushed down, exposing a nipple to Logan's curious tongue. He had a hand high on her thigh, her skirt bundled up around her waist, and a deep rumbling growl went through him. All common sense was gone. There was only blinding white lust in his brain. The scorching pressure of Veronica's hand at his groin unbuttoning the leather brought him to his senses. He pulled back as if burned, pressing himself to the driver's door and trying to catch his breath.
"Jesus," he whispered, his voice hoarse, stunned by the electrical heat that had consumed them. Veronica's face was a mirror of his own but she had obviously not regained reason, the fierce passion and need still clear and demanding. Logan was speechless, and a little afraid. They might have both gotten more than they bargained for here.
Veronica tried to follow him to his seat, her eyes bright with lust, her lips aching to rejoin with his. Her hands craved the decadent feel of leather heated by Logan's skin. She wondered what it would be like to lick the velvet leather along his thigh, trailing in until she touched the softer satin of his skin. She reached out for him, intent on finding out.
Logan pushed her back to her seat with a sigh, barely holding on to his fragile control. Her dress was crumpled around her, baring more than it covered, and she looked throughly debauched... and loving it. He buckled her in and waved a finger. "Stay," he admonished, as if she were an unruly puppy. In heat. "My God, you are going to be the death of me. We are on the highway, for Christ's sake! Now stay on your side of the car and don't say a word until we get to my house." He took a few deep breaths, raked his fingers through his hair and put the car back in drive.
"You said, 'Don't make me wait'..." teased Veronica, voice husky with desire.
Logan imagined his hands sliding over her bare skin and clenched his teeth. "Not. A. Word. Unless your want your first time to be in my back seat. On the highway. With everybody driving by and honking." Veronica's eager grin in response to his threat did not help matters. He groaned and tried to gather enough shreds of will power to pull back into traffic.
His knuckles tightened on the wheel as Veronica let out a soft little mewl and threw her head against her headrest. Torture. The girl was trying to torture him. He was only a teenage boy after all, how much will power was he supposed to have? He could feel her eyes on him, her feverish gaze tactile against his skin. Much to her amusement, he refused to look at her for the rest of the drive. He seemed to be muttering a mantra about a one legged nun and a goat.
*******
Veronica's feeling of reckless abandon deserted her when confronted with the reality of Logan's bedroom... and bed. She glanced at him nervously. "Could we maybe... shut off the light?" Her hands clutched at the skirt of her sundress.
"Oh, Veronica," he moaned, pulling her back against him in a tight hug. His desire to see her body was at war with the need to respect her wishes and treat her gently. Suddenly, he had an idea. He kissed her forehead and said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
He returned a moment later with three tall pillar candles. He lit them and set them on the dresser. They gave off a gentle vanilla scent as they burned, and just enough light to burnish Veronica's skin with a dark orange glow. The room suddenly seemed smaller, safer, more intimate.
Veronica perched on the edge of his bed, toying with the strap on her dress. Logan sat down and pulled her close. He slid his hand down her cheek and caught her eyes with his own intense gaze. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Veronica. I am happy to just touch you, be with you." With any other girl, it might have been a line, but Logan was surprised to realize that with Veronica, it was the truth.
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and then moved down to her lips. Veronica's arms snaked around him and they tumbled backward onto the bed, giggling. Logan tickled Veronica's sides and she squirmed up the bed to get away from him.
"Ah, I'm not letting you get away that easily," he said, catching her ankle and then crawling up to pin her beneath him. Suddenly, the giggling fun was gone and the blazing lust was back. Logan stared down at the tiny blonde and felt something inside him move, a deep shift like tectonic plates. He knew they would both be changed forever by what they were about to do and he welcomed the change. He could see in Veronica's eyes that she did as well. He slanted his mouth down over hers.
Time seemed to stop or at least become completely irrelevant as Logan and Veronica began to explore each other with tongues, lips and hands. All was lost in the sensation, the electricity and need... including their clothes. The leather and white had been fun for the roles they had been playing, but it was time to strip themselves of all but the essence, come to each other bare and open.
Hours may have passed, or minutes. Neither was sure and neither cared. Eventually they came to the moment of truth. Logan lay next to Veronica, stroking her belly. "Are you sure?" he asked, still overwhelmed at the gift she was giving him. He had never been with a virgin before, never been with anyone who meant as much to him as Veronica did.
Veronica ran her fingers through Logan's hair, smoothing the wild tousled curls. He was so vulnerable, so caring. It was a side he did not show often, and only to a privileged few. "I'm sure," she smiled, pulling him down for a reassuring kiss.
He reached into his dresser and pulled out a condom. His hands shook as he ripped open the wrapper and he fumbled a moment as he pulled it on. He touched his forehead gently to Veronica's and whispered shakily, "Damn. I'm as nervous as a virgin."
"Well, that's makes two of us," quipped Veronica, nipping at his neck. Logan laughed, feeling love for her course through his body. It really did feel like his first time.
He settled in over Veronica, his cock nestled in the warm wet space between her legs. He propped himself up on an elbow and ran a finger down her cheek. "So beautiful..." he murmured. He kissed her gently and slid inside, eyes locked to hers, memorizing the moment. There was only a second of resistance, a small gasp from Veronica, and then he was in, fully in. Closer to Heaven than bad boy Logan Echolls had ever hoped to get. His eyes closed in delirium as his lips returned to her mouth.
Veronica locked her legs around Logan, pulling him tight inside her and holding him there. "Ease up, sweetheart," he whispered. "It's a lot more fun if I can move..."
Veronica let out a short laugh, embarrassed. ""Sorry. It's just that -" She eased the grip around his hips.
Logan held her gaze and smiled. "I know. It's okay." He began to slide in and out, slowly at first and then gaining speed as their bodies found a rhythm to share. Logan closed his eyes again, concentrating on the sensation of being joined to Veronica. It was amazing that one tiny blonde could make his universe explode so easily. This thing between them? Was like nothing he had ever felt before or ever hoped to feel again. He could tell it was the same for her.
Her hands stroked his back, his shoulders. "What should I do?" she whispered. "I'll do anything for you. What do you want?"
Logan opened his eyes slowly, taking in the eager, beloved face below him. His voice was hoarse and raw when he finally answered. "Just - love me... that's all I want, Veronica. Is for you to love me." Anguish and desire threaded their way through his tone, as he revealed far more than he had ever planned to.
Veronica laughed brightly, the laugh changing to a gasp of pleasure as Logan thrust more deeply into her. She arched in response, her smile splitting her face. "That's easy. I do, Logan. I love you so much." She fitted her mouth to his, moving with him, gasping, "I love you," again and again in his ear.
The words were enough to push him over and he stiffened up as all of his muscles locked in ecstasy so extreme it was almost painful. He stayed clenched for an instant, Veronica clinging tightly to him, then relaxed bonelessly as an ocean of pleasure rolled over him in a wave. He felt a moment of regret that Veronica had not climaxed with him, but vowed to make it up to her later.
The last words Logan heard as he drifted off to sleep, Veronica securely nestled in his arms were, "Yep. Really have to get Lilly a present." If he could have moved his lips at all, he might have agreed.
A/N: Yes, I realize Veronica didn't get an orgasm, too. I feel a little guilty about that. But come on, let's be realistic. How many of YOU had an orgasm the first time? Uh, huh. Thought so. It's realism, baby. And he did promise to make it up to her later.
Author: gertinator
Rating: NC-17
Words: 5015
Spoilers: None - AU... In my head, it's the AU of Veronica's before-graduation dream (set before the time in the dream) but really all you need to know is Lilly is alive, she and Logan are not together, and Veronica is still the same sweet V of old. (No rape, etc.)
Summary: Lilly wins a bet with Logan and he must pay up.
Author's Notes: Totally a crack!fic. I just got this in my head and couldn't let it go. I didn't know what to do with it, then decided it was perfect pants_a_thon material. So I posted it. Then I saw the loveathons Karaoke challege and decided to smut it up a bit to enter. I have to say, it adds another layer of meaning to the title *wink*
"You lose and you lose big, Logan!" taunted Lilly, pumping her arm in the air in a victory cheer.
"It was just a stupid bet." Logan sounded bored, jaded. He had only taken the bet to pass the time while Vanderson droned on in Philosophy. "What's the dare this time, Lilly?"
"You have to meet me tonight at Java the Hut," she began, raising her eyebrows and grinning wildly.
"That's not so bad..." Logan was suspicious. This was starting to feel like one of Lilly's set-ups. Dares were usually paid off immediately, not held until later.
"And sing a karaoke song," she finished triumphantly.
Aha. "No way. It's not worth that."
"You have to. Remember last weekend? Dick's party, when you passed out? I may have posed you for a few pictures..." She laughed, and it sent chills down his spine. If she had been planning this for that long, it was sure to be deadly. "You renege on the bet, those pictures go on the net." Lilly sing-songed her rhyme, taunting him with a reckless grin.
She'd do it, for sure. And god only knows who Logan had been posed with or what they had been doing. Shit. "Okay, I have to karaoke." He rolled his eyes.
"The song I pick." She smirked.
"Wait a minute," protested Logan. "No way am I doing any Micheal Bolton or Journey or crap like that. I have my standards."
"It's the song I pick..." Lilly's whole face was lit with evil glee. "...and you have to sing it to Veronica."
Logan felt like he was falling, looking at Lilly through a haze. Did she know? Did Lilly know that Logan wanted Veronica? He had always wanted Veronica a little, even when he was with Lilly and Veronica was with Duncan. She was so perfect, so good, with that sparkle of defiance and humor hiding just underneath. He pushed it down when he was with Lilly, but now, now Veronica was all he could think about. For god's sake, he had dreams about her. Dreams of touching every inch of her pale skin, of kissing every freckle, learning every curve. Dreams of holding her naked body under him, of thrusting into her and making those perfect pink lips scream his name in unbearable pleasure. Fucking wet dreams, like he had just fucking hit puberty.
It was embarrassing. He had tried to keep it a secret. He told himself it was because it wasn't right for him to want his ex's best friend and it sure as hell wasn't right for him to want his best friend's ex. But mostly, deep down, he worried that he wasn't good enough for Veronica and she'd reject him. Lilly had just exposed his deepest desire and worst fear.
"You want me to sing to Veronica? Are you crazy? Have you told her?" Logan was frantic. Lilly knew, he could tell by her look. And there was no way he was going to escape this humiliation. Lilly always got what she wanted in the end. He just had to trust that deep down Lilly still loved him a little, and she loved Veronica a lot, and even though she liked mischief, she wasn't looking to cause pain.
Lilly just smiled, with that twinkle in her eye that said, "Hold on for the ride of your life." "Trust me, it'll be perfect."
"Okay, Lilly. But if you pick a shitty song, you can post all the pictures you want of my bare ass in compromising positions, but I am walking away. I don't care if it looks like I am going down on Dick..."
"Damn. I wish I would have thought of that. It would've been hot. Even if it was just for my own collection." Lilly grinned and took his arm. "You have no faith in me, Logan. Now about what you'll be wearing..."
Logan had given in to the inevitable, but at those words he stopped in horror. "What are you going to make me wear???" His stomach sank at the possibilities Lilly's twisted and depraved mind would come up with.
"Trust me, you'll look totally fabulous..."
******
Veronica sat at the table, sipping her frappuccino. "Why did I have to get all dressed up to go to Java the Hut?" Veronica looked around suspiciously. "And why did you make me wear this dress? You hate this dress." She narrowed her eyes at her best friend. "What are you planning, Lilly Kane? I don't trust you for a minute." She nervously smoothed the skirt on her virginal white sundress.
Lilly's eyes twinkled, and her voice was husky. "You are a smart girl, Veronica Mars. You shouldn't trust me. But you'll like this, I promise." She licked her lips in anticipation.
Logan entered just then, looking a little lost and uncertain. He had his hand in his hair, messing up the already tousled locks. "Is that Logan?" Veronica asked, eyes wide. "In leather pants?" She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Lilly licked her lips again, and her eyes glowed with an evil light. "Oh, yes. The silly boy was stupid enough to make a bet with me and lose and now he has to pay up."
Veronica's mouth hung open. "Lilly?! What have you done?" She was shocked at Lilly's antics, but couldn't help but admire the view.
Lilly petted Veronica's shoulder reassuringly. "A little lying, a little cheating... oh, and some blackmail." She giggled. "It was so worth it. Look at his ass! It was made for leather."
"But Lilly, I thought you didn't want him anymore..." Veronica tried to hide her disapproval at the way Lilly toyed with Logan. She would never reveal her own crush on the boy, or how it frustrated her that Lilly didn't seem to want him, but also wouldn't quite let him go.
"Oh, I've moved on. This show isn't for my benefit " Lilly assured her with a breezy laugh. "Think of it as a gift to the women of Neptune. Including you, Veronica Mars." Lilly nudged her friend and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
A gift to the women of Neptune, indeed. Veronica was entranced by the way the soft black leather cupped the round cheeks of Logan's ass. She had always thought Logan was hot, but this... this was amazing. He had that edgy quality anyway, a bad boy even in a t-shirt and a pair of board shorts. But in the leather pants and tight black t-shirt, shell necklace, mussed hair - he looked dangerous, wicked... delicious. Veronica wanted to taste just how delicious he could be. The lascivious nature of her thoughts shocked her a little, as she imagined stroking the soft leather and then peeling it off of Logan...
He seemed to feel her stare and glanced over. Their eyes caught. A lightening bolt went straight to her panties and sizzled in the wetness it found there. Logan's look was almost shy for a second and then it burned through her as he slowly grinned his trademark cocky smirk. Veronica could not tear her eyes away from him. This was Logan, but not the Logan she knew. What had Lilly done?
Logan finally turned to speak to the karaoke mc and Veronica felt as if an important piece of her had been physically ripped away. She stared at his back and her eyes clung to the curve of his ass in the black leather. She wondered if it was as soft as it looked. God, she just wanted to reach out and stroke it...
Veronica was startled out of her trance by a punch to her arm. "You're drooling, Mars, " giggled Lilly knowingly. "Though he is totally worth it. It's too bad we are so much alike that we drive each other crazy..." She seemed to be assessing Veronica, "Now the two of you..."
"Next up, Logan Echolls," announced the mc, interrupting.
Veronica looked at Lilly questioningly. "You made him dress up to do karaoke?"
"Oh, better than that. Just you wait, Veronica Mars." Lilly let out a wicked cackle, and Veronica felt a shiver go down her spine. Lilly in this mood was a force to be feared.
Logan took the mic and pinned Veronica with his gaze as the music started. Veronica barely heard it, she was so caught up in the heat crackling between them. As Logan leaned into the mic stand, eyes only for her, the familiar tune penetrated. Suddenly, it made sense - Logan staring at her, the bad boy leather, her prim white sundress... She swung on Lilly, her mouth open in shock. "You set this up! You're making him sing to me!" Veronica felt the blush sweep her face and for a moment, she was livid.
"Don't pretend you don't want it, Veronica Mars. And don't pretend you don't want him. Donut was never enough of a man for a hottie like you, you just gotta let it out. And trust me, Logan wants to help you... Now shhhh. The show's starting." She nudged Veronica, who turned back to the stage as Logan's voice rang out.
Come out Virginia, don't let me wait
You Catholic girls start much too late
Aw But sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one
Logan's eyes were totally on Veronica and she thought she'd die of embarrassment. She knew her face was bright red, and she hid it in her hands for a minute. She couldn't stand it, though. She had to see him, see his face, know what he was thinking. She peeked out. He locked eyes with her again, and his expression was questioning, shy. Veronica knew Lilly had put him up to this and she wondered now what Lilly held over him. This was more than a bet, more than a dare. Could he possibly have an interest in her? God, she hoped so.
Well, they showed you a statue, told you to pray
They built you a temple and locked you away
But they never told you the price that you pay
For things that you might have done.....
Only the good die young
That's what I said
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Logan sounded great. The song, the leather, suited him somehow and it was clear performance was in his blood as he worked the stage with kind of a 50's do-wop vibe. The soft black skin of the pants gripped him as nicely in front as it did in back, and his occasional pelvic thrusts only served to further display his assets. He was one hell of a well built man. Veronica unconsciously moaned a little.
Logan still had eyes only for her and the crowd was starting to notice. He seemed to be asking her permission for something, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. In that moment, he seemed to ignite. He pulled the cordless mic from the stand and jumped off the stage, striding over to her.
You might have heard I run with a dangerous crowd
We ain't too pretty we ain't too proud
We might be laughing a bit too loud
Aw But that never hurt no one
He was only inches away from her, his eyes twinkling. Dear god, she could barely hear him over the pounding of her heart, which seemed to have gone into a total overdrive. This may have been a set-up by Lilly, but Logan was clearly not doing it for Lilly anymore. Only two people existed in this universe and it was all Logan and Veronica.
So come on Virginia show me a sign
Send up a signal I'll throw you the line
The stained-glass curtain you're hiding behind
Never lets in the sun
Darlin' only the good die young
Logan ran a hand down her cheek, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He quirked his eyebrow at her questioningly and she gave him a million watt smile. That seemed to reassure him. He renewed his singing with vigor.
I tell ya
only the good die young
only the good die young
The crowd was going crazy, but Veronica barely heard them. Logan grabbed her hand and pulled her up so she was standing, then sang down to her. The hand that didn't hold the mic was gently exploring her face, tracing her cheek, brushing her lips with his fingers.
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
mmmm, and a cross of gold
But Virginia they didn't give you quite enough information
You didn't count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
oh woah woah
He spun her in a swing dance twirl, then pulled her to him so her back landed against his chest. He sang softly into her ear, arm still around her waist, holding her to him. Her body burned where it touched his. His voice was husky with desire as he continued.
They say there's a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it's better but I say it ain't
I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
The sinners are much more fun...
His lips barely touched her cheek, and she practically cried out from the sensation. Her eyes met his briefly and she could see he was also a little shocked by the electricity between them. Always the consummate performer, he poured the energy back into the song, though his eyes promised that he would not forget the power of that touch.
You know that only the good die young
Oh woah baby
I tell ya
Only the good die young,
Only the good die young
Logan twirled her in a few more dance steps, never letting go of her hand, never taking his eyes off of her.
You say your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation
Aww She never cared for me
But did she ever say a prayer for me? oh woah woah
This time, when she came out of the twirl, Logan pulled her to him, so that her hands braced against his chest and her bare legs brushed the leather of his pants. He looked down at her, looked deep into her eyes, and deeper inside of her.
Come out come out come out Veronica
Logan ennuciated her name, quirking his eyebrow with a smirk at the revision of the song.
Don't let me wait,
You Catholic girls start much too late
Sooner or later it comes down to fate
I might as well be the one,
You know that only the good die young
Logan was doing more than singing a song. His eyes asked a million questions and hers answered them with all of the right answers. "You are the one..." She whispered.
There was a whole additional chorus but Logan had stopped singing. His arms held Veronica tightly, but it was really his stare that had her trapped. Their lips were barely inches apart as he leaned down and she unconsciously went to tip toes. As the song faded, their lips touched in an explosion of sparks. The crowd roared their approval but the catcalls and applause were totally lost in the swirl of emotions binding Logan and Veronica together as they shared their first kiss.
Finally, they came up for air, and Veronica remembered where they were. "Oh, my god!" She hid her face, already flushed from the kiss and now beet red, in Logan's chest.
Lilly chose that moment to speak. "Ooh, I have to go... Logan, you'll take Veronica home, right?" She gave them both an impish grin, then skipped over to meet a dangerous looking biker guy by the door. Judging by the way she stuck her tongue down his throat in greeting, she really had "moved on."
Logan's arms tightened around Veronica, and he murmured into her hair. "Wanna get out of here?" Logan chuckled, petting Veronica's hair as she continued to hide her face. "Don't know if I should kill her or send her a present."
Veronica's hands snuck around to grip Logan's ass in the leather and she mumbled into his chest, "I'm definitely sending a present."
*******
"So, Logan... Did you mean what you said?" Veronica's voice was hesitant, with a faint underlying challenge.
Logan examined her surreptitiously, short glances so he could keep his eyes on the road. It still felt surreal, unbelievable, fantastic, to have her next to him in the car like this. His girlfriend? Was Veronica Mars really his new girlfriend? It seemed too good to be true, but Veronica's kisses back at Java the Hut had said she wanted to belong to him.
The sundress she wore was the picture of virginal innocence and chastity, a common look for Veronica. What was new was the wicked sexy gleam in her eyes, as she stared at him through her thick, velvety lashes. She was begging for him to touch her and Logan's mouth went dry at the thought. He felt his cock swell and strain at the supple leather of the pants Lilly had chosen for him. Thank you, Lilly, he thought. For making me try for the impossible... and get it.
Veronica lounged in the seat of the X-Terra, a picture of purity and longing. Her long blonde hair was shiny and just a little messed from Logan's earlier caresses. She wrapped one strand around her finger unconsciously, as she stared at Logan. Her lips were slightly swollen, the lip gloss eaten off by Logan's hungry mouth. Every now and then, her tongue would flick out to remember the sensation of his lips on hers. Logan tried not to look at her, because it only made it harder for him to breathe, but his eyes were magnetically drawn to her.
Logan had not said a word, so Veronica persisted. She leaned towards him, the prim white dress pulled tight to give him a flash of cleavage. "Do you want to be the one? Tonight?" she asked coyly, chewing on her bottom lip.
Logan gawked at her for a moment as her words seeped into his already lust dazed brain. His eyes finally came back to the road just in time for him to slam on the brakes and narrowly miss crashing into the car in front of him.
"Jesus!" he said, breathing heavily, his heartbeat wild - and not from almost crashing. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to concentrate on maneuvering the highway but darting quick looks to the side. "Veronica - What are you - ? Do you - ? Shit, of course I - oh, my God." The smooth, suave player that used to be Logan Echolls had completely disappeared, and was now replaced by an awkward, stuttering idiot who was as nervous as a boy on the first date of his life. A boy who had just been propositioned by the girl of his dreams. Logan had no idea how to respond.
Veronica leaned over from her seat, resting her cheek against his shoulder. Her hands stroked their way down the soft black leather encasing his thigh and she let out a soft moan.
It was the combination of the moan and the fact that her questing fingers had found the pulsing hardness of Logan's dick that drove him over the edge. He crossed two lanes of traffic and squealed the X-Terra to a stop on the gravely shoulder of the road. He slammed the car into park, unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed blindly for Veronica.
"Oh, my God, Ver-" He didn't finish the words, because once his mouth had found hers all verbal skills were lost. It was a hot, dirty, hungry kiss. Logan's hands tried to memorize every inch of her body, still doubting she was real and not a mirage. Or another wet dream. Veronica met him equally, sliding her hands across the soft leather that coated him like a second skin. It felt as exquisite as she had imagined.
Veronica's sundress had been pushed down, exposing a nipple to Logan's curious tongue. He had a hand high on her thigh, her skirt bundled up around her waist, and a deep rumbling growl went through him. All common sense was gone. There was only blinding white lust in his brain. The scorching pressure of Veronica's hand at his groin unbuttoning the leather brought him to his senses. He pulled back as if burned, pressing himself to the driver's door and trying to catch his breath.
"Jesus," he whispered, his voice hoarse, stunned by the electrical heat that had consumed them. Veronica's face was a mirror of his own but she had obviously not regained reason, the fierce passion and need still clear and demanding. Logan was speechless, and a little afraid. They might have both gotten more than they bargained for here.
Veronica tried to follow him to his seat, her eyes bright with lust, her lips aching to rejoin with his. Her hands craved the decadent feel of leather heated by Logan's skin. She wondered what it would be like to lick the velvet leather along his thigh, trailing in until she touched the softer satin of his skin. She reached out for him, intent on finding out.
Logan pushed her back to her seat with a sigh, barely holding on to his fragile control. Her dress was crumpled around her, baring more than it covered, and she looked throughly debauched... and loving it. He buckled her in and waved a finger. "Stay," he admonished, as if she were an unruly puppy. In heat. "My God, you are going to be the death of me. We are on the highway, for Christ's sake! Now stay on your side of the car and don't say a word until we get to my house." He took a few deep breaths, raked his fingers through his hair and put the car back in drive.
"You said, 'Don't make me wait'..." teased Veronica, voice husky with desire.
Logan imagined his hands sliding over her bare skin and clenched his teeth. "Not. A. Word. Unless your want your first time to be in my back seat. On the highway. With everybody driving by and honking." Veronica's eager grin in response to his threat did not help matters. He groaned and tried to gather enough shreds of will power to pull back into traffic.
His knuckles tightened on the wheel as Veronica let out a soft little mewl and threw her head against her headrest. Torture. The girl was trying to torture him. He was only a teenage boy after all, how much will power was he supposed to have? He could feel her eyes on him, her feverish gaze tactile against his skin. Much to her amusement, he refused to look at her for the rest of the drive. He seemed to be muttering a mantra about a one legged nun and a goat.
*******
Veronica's feeling of reckless abandon deserted her when confronted with the reality of Logan's bedroom... and bed. She glanced at him nervously. "Could we maybe... shut off the light?" Her hands clutched at the skirt of her sundress.
"Oh, Veronica," he moaned, pulling her back against him in a tight hug. His desire to see her body was at war with the need to respect her wishes and treat her gently. Suddenly, he had an idea. He kissed her forehead and said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back."
He returned a moment later with three tall pillar candles. He lit them and set them on the dresser. They gave off a gentle vanilla scent as they burned, and just enough light to burnish Veronica's skin with a dark orange glow. The room suddenly seemed smaller, safer, more intimate.
Veronica perched on the edge of his bed, toying with the strap on her dress. Logan sat down and pulled her close. He slid his hand down her cheek and caught her eyes with his own intense gaze. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Veronica. I am happy to just touch you, be with you." With any other girl, it might have been a line, but Logan was surprised to realize that with Veronica, it was the truth.
He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and then moved down to her lips. Veronica's arms snaked around him and they tumbled backward onto the bed, giggling. Logan tickled Veronica's sides and she squirmed up the bed to get away from him.
"Ah, I'm not letting you get away that easily," he said, catching her ankle and then crawling up to pin her beneath him. Suddenly, the giggling fun was gone and the blazing lust was back. Logan stared down at the tiny blonde and felt something inside him move, a deep shift like tectonic plates. He knew they would both be changed forever by what they were about to do and he welcomed the change. He could see in Veronica's eyes that she did as well. He slanted his mouth down over hers.
Time seemed to stop or at least become completely irrelevant as Logan and Veronica began to explore each other with tongues, lips and hands. All was lost in the sensation, the electricity and need... including their clothes. The leather and white had been fun for the roles they had been playing, but it was time to strip themselves of all but the essence, come to each other bare and open.
Hours may have passed, or minutes. Neither was sure and neither cared. Eventually they came to the moment of truth. Logan lay next to Veronica, stroking her belly. "Are you sure?" he asked, still overwhelmed at the gift she was giving him. He had never been with a virgin before, never been with anyone who meant as much to him as Veronica did.
Veronica ran her fingers through Logan's hair, smoothing the wild tousled curls. He was so vulnerable, so caring. It was a side he did not show often, and only to a privileged few. "I'm sure," she smiled, pulling him down for a reassuring kiss.
He reached into his dresser and pulled out a condom. His hands shook as he ripped open the wrapper and he fumbled a moment as he pulled it on. He touched his forehead gently to Veronica's and whispered shakily, "Damn. I'm as nervous as a virgin."
"Well, that's makes two of us," quipped Veronica, nipping at his neck. Logan laughed, feeling love for her course through his body. It really did feel like his first time.
He settled in over Veronica, his cock nestled in the warm wet space between her legs. He propped himself up on an elbow and ran a finger down her cheek. "So beautiful..." he murmured. He kissed her gently and slid inside, eyes locked to hers, memorizing the moment. There was only a second of resistance, a small gasp from Veronica, and then he was in, fully in. Closer to Heaven than bad boy Logan Echolls had ever hoped to get. His eyes closed in delirium as his lips returned to her mouth.
Veronica locked her legs around Logan, pulling him tight inside her and holding him there. "Ease up, sweetheart," he whispered. "It's a lot more fun if I can move..."
Veronica let out a short laugh, embarrassed. ""Sorry. It's just that -" She eased the grip around his hips.
Logan held her gaze and smiled. "I know. It's okay." He began to slide in and out, slowly at first and then gaining speed as their bodies found a rhythm to share. Logan closed his eyes again, concentrating on the sensation of being joined to Veronica. It was amazing that one tiny blonde could make his universe explode so easily. This thing between them? Was like nothing he had ever felt before or ever hoped to feel again. He could tell it was the same for her.
Her hands stroked his back, his shoulders. "What should I do?" she whispered. "I'll do anything for you. What do you want?"
Logan opened his eyes slowly, taking in the eager, beloved face below him. His voice was hoarse and raw when he finally answered. "Just - love me... that's all I want, Veronica. Is for you to love me." Anguish and desire threaded their way through his tone, as he revealed far more than he had ever planned to.
Veronica laughed brightly, the laugh changing to a gasp of pleasure as Logan thrust more deeply into her. She arched in response, her smile splitting her face. "That's easy. I do, Logan. I love you so much." She fitted her mouth to his, moving with him, gasping, "I love you," again and again in his ear.
The words were enough to push him over and he stiffened up as all of his muscles locked in ecstasy so extreme it was almost painful. He stayed clenched for an instant, Veronica clinging tightly to him, then relaxed bonelessly as an ocean of pleasure rolled over him in a wave. He felt a moment of regret that Veronica had not climaxed with him, but vowed to make it up to her later.
The last words Logan heard as he drifted off to sleep, Veronica securely nestled in his arms were, "Yep. Really have to get Lilly a present." If he could have moved his lips at all, he might have agreed.
A/N: Yes, I realize Veronica didn't get an orgasm, too. I feel a little guilty about that. But come on, let's be realistic. How many of YOU had an orgasm the first time? Uh, huh. Thought so. It's realism, baby. And he did promise to make it up to her later.