Requesting a Fly-by - Keepaofthecheez
Title: Requesting a Fly-by
Author: Lindsay
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: R-NC-17 (Adult)
Word Count: 3,440
Summary: Logan plays a Halloween trick on Veronica, and ends up treating her as well.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Halloween was a time for tricks or treats, for ghouls and ghosts. It was a time for people to shake off their everyday personas and bring their innermost desires and fantasies to life. To be anyone you wanted to be, for just one night a year.
For Veronica Mars, Halloween was a job.
"All right, just a little to the left," she murmured, focusing her camera lens and sinking lower into the seat of her car, every muscle of her body ripe with anticipation as a shadowed figure emerged from the alley.
When she’d first received the call about the mysterious pumpkin thefts occurring around Neptune, she’d laughed it off as typical Halloween pranks by the juvenilistic idiots that inhabited her hometown. She’d certainly never thought that she’d find herself undercover, waiting for the pesky criminal to show him or herself instead of having a rocking good time at Logan’s annual costume party.
But the reward had been too great to resist. Who knew what a nicely carved jack-o-lantern was worth to some people? Then again, this was Neptune. And the thefts had occurred in the 09er district. She knew only too well that the rich and powerful preferred treats over tricks any day.
"Come on, come on…" she muttered, shifting to get a better view without blowing her cover as the figure stilled, looking up and down the street as if expecting someone. She froze, wondering if perhaps she’d been too confident to assume that the person responsible for stealing the pumpkins would be too stupid - or too drunk - to notice a parked car across the street from his latest target.
She held her breath, the movement causing her satin corset-style dress to tighten across her breasts as she drew her lip between her teeth. God, what in the world had persuaded her to dress up as Baby Spice? She was dying in this thing.
Lilly had loved the Spice Girls. They’d planned to dress up together as the girls one Halloween, but it had never happened. Lilly had died before Veronica had ever got up the nerve to slut herself up for a party. Which was exactly why she was determined to do it now.
With a rapidly beating heart she realized that the figure was headed directly toward her, and her eyes narrowed when she realized that there was something extremely familiar about the person…
Logan took the last few feet at a jump and came up beside her window, a wide, saucy grin on his face as he waggled his brows mischievously. His eyes were obscured by a pair of mirrored sunglasses, but she could imagine that they were gleaming in satisfaction.
"Veronica," he drawled her name in the way that made her insides melt into a large puddle of goop. "Whatcha doin’?"
Although happy to see him, she felt it necessary to point out, "What are you doing? I thought we were meeting at the party?" She eyed him suspiciously, noting with amusement his choice of costume for the evening. "We really must do something about your fascination with Tom Cruise," she added with a sigh.
Logan glanced down at his olive-colored flight suit, slowly slid off his sunglasses and pierced her with a look so intentionally wicked that she shifted in her seat. "Sorry, babe. Tonight I definitely feel the need…for speed."
She snorted, ignoring a sharp tug of desire and motioning for him to get into the LeBarron. "I told you I’d be a little late," she murmured, returning her attention to the now empty street. "What the hell is taking so long?"
"Exactly what I want to know," Logan answered, reaching over to play with the hand resting on her thigh. His voice grew subtly lower and husky as he added, "So. What are you supposed to be?"
"I’m supposed to be done by now," she replied absently.
"Oh, so you aren’t Logan’s Wildest Fantasy Come True?"
"Sorry, they don’t sell that one at Party City," she teased, turning to send him a feline smile. She wasn’t prepared for him to be so close, and he caught her mouth with a soft gasp of breath.
She immediately forgot her case, forgot the fact that they were - for all intents and purposes - in a public place. She forgot everything save for the fact that his hand was now cruising along the span of her waist, inching up toward the ribbon that held together the front of her costume. All she could do was moan into his mouth as his teeth tugged on her lower lip.
"Logan," she managed, turning her head and panting as he continued his assault by placing hot, openmouthed kisses along her neck. She arched her head unconsciously, breathing heavily as he reached over to lower the seat. "Logan, wait…"
"You smell so fucking good," he breathed into her ear, punctuating the statement with a nip to the tender lobe. "Christ, Veronica…I want to eat you up. I want you so much…"
It wasn’t the first time he’d admitted as much. During the course of their secret relationship the year before, they’d never gone further than a little under-the-clothing petting. Things had been happening far too quickly for her to allow anything more, despite her own similar urges and curiosity. She hadn’t been ready for him to know just how inexperienced she truly was. She wasn’t ready to disappoint him.
Then…everything had been destroyed between them, and she’d gone back to Duncan. She hadn’t felt the same concerns about being intimate with him. She’d known that Duncan’s experience had matched her own, and they’d learned things together. But she’d never felt the same desperation to be with him that a single touch from Logan could arise.
When things had predictably ended between her and Duncan a mere few months later, Logan had been there, waiting. Daring her to deny the chemistry they had together. She’d tried, and had failed. He hadn’t gloated or lorded it over her; instead simply taking her into his arms and proving once and for all that they belonged to each other, anyone and everything else be damned.
Although she felt that they were on a more equal footing now when it came to sex, something had continued to hold her back. For a while she’d thought it was memories of Lilly that were keeping her from cementing that intimate bond with Logan, but she knew deep down that she was fooling herself. If there was anything Lilly would have understood, it was unstoppable attraction. She was simply still afraid.
Logan’s exploits were legendary around Neptune High, and they included some of the most beautiful girls in town. Veronica was purposely not including Kendall Casablancas, knowing if she thought of Dick and Beaver’s gorgeous stepmother that Logan had had a short-term affair with, she’d make herself sick.
Logan immediately noted her withdrawal, pulling away and watching her with wary concern. "What’s wrong?" he wondered hoarsely.
"What?" she jumped, looking back at him with guilty eyes. She forced a laugh. "Nothing’s wrong."
She tried to kiss him again, knowing her blush betrayed her thoughts. But he was having none of it, and evaded her grasp and set her firmly apart from him, gaze dark and searching. After a beat of silence he asked, "Is it…what I said? Did I cross a line?"
She was genuinely confused now. "What are you…?"
"When I said I wanted to eat you up," he clarified meaningfully.
Oh, God. She’d been so consumed by her own thoughts and fears that she’d completely missed that comment. Her cheeks blazed.
"I want to go down on you, Veronica," he added softly, reaching out to caress her cheek with one rough palm. " I want…I want to do everything. With you." His eyes were earnest and filled with honest arousal and an underlying affection.
"Logan, I-" she cut herself off, wondering how to go about telling him the truth. She had a retort for every occasion, but this was too…personal. "I’ve never…"
"Never?" he echoed, understanding her immediately. She read the surprise in his voice, but there was no scorn or amusement present. Merely curiosity. "Are you telling me that Duncan didn’t put his mouth on your-"
"Okay!" she laughed nervously, scooting away and fanning her face, giving up all pretense of calm composure. "I cannot talk about this."
"Veronica," he whispered, pulling her close again and forcing her to meet his eyes. "It’s not something to be afraid of. You can talk to me about anything. Anything, all right?"
She nibbled her lip, trying to resist looking over at him. She felt him move closer, felt him bring her hand up to his lips. Felt the heat of his mouth close over one finger. She drew in a ragged breath, eyes flicking toward him. He was watching her with intent purpose.
"If you don’t want to be with me, you have to say it," he murmured in a husky voice, "because otherwise, I’m going to do everything I’ve been thinking about for years."
"Years?" she replied thickly, lost in the seductive lure of his gaze.
"Since I saw you in those knee-socks," he joked in a low voice, but there was a truthfulness in his statement that left her gaping. He shrugged. "What can I say? I entertained myself nightly with images of you dressed up as a naughty schoolgirl. Among other..." he looked over her current costume with an approving eye "…interesting apparel."
She knew her mouth was hanging open, but really! Who could blame her? "What about Lilly?" she demanded, so flabbergasted that she barely noticed him pulling her into the backseat.
He shot her a sheepish grin. "I’m a guy, Veronica. I was horny. And Lilly’s sexuality was always so in your face. You know what they say about still waters?" he breathed into her ear, dragging a gasp from deep in her throat as his hands crept up beneath the skirt of her dress. "I used to drive myself crazy wondering just how…hot you really were."
"T-That’s sort of sick," she managed to moan, reaching up to grip his forearms as he lowered himself over her. "I was twelve, Logan."
"Ah, but you were a fucking hot twelve-year old," he countered with a purr, catching her mouth with his own. Against her lips he groaned, "But you wanted Duncan."
"Not anymore." The words were out with no thought on her part, and with a start she realized it was true. She’d used to think that what she shared with Duncan was forever. That if soulmates truly existed, that he was hers. Their relationship had been a fairytale, until it had become a nightmare.
The events of the last few years had changed her so much, and she was so different now. She didn’t want a fairytale. She wanted something…real. She wanted someone who knew her well enough to understand that she was prickly and opinionated. Someone who would match wits with her and occasionally even come out on top.
She wanted Logan.
He’d stilled above her, looking down with unreadable eyes. "What are you saying, Veronica?" he demanded gruffly.
Several blithe replies entered her mind, and she dismissed all but one. The only one that really mattered. Throwing back her head, she met his gaze defiantly and answered, "I’m saying that I love you. Got a problem with that?"
It was almost comical to watch the expression on his face. His mouth fell open, his eyes widened and an unrecognizable sound came from his throat. All at once he seemed to regain control of his senses and his lids grew heavy as he echoed, "You love me?"
She struggled not to laugh hysterically, suddenly feeling lighter than she had in years. "Love you? Hell, no. I meant the other guy who’s dressed up like a pilot from Top Gun and laying on top of me in my car."
His gaze narrowed and he gave her a punishing kiss on the mouth. "Smart ass."
"Dumb ass," she countered with an evil grin, inciting him to pin her to the seat with the full weight of his body. She stared up at him as he began to lower his mouth to hers, reaching up to clap a hand over his lips when he was a mere inch away. "Um, excuse me, don’t you have something to say?" she added a bit petulantly.
He blinked. "Why yes, I do. Shut up," he growled, then caught her offended breath with a kiss that racked through her with all the subtlety of a freight train. Within moments she’d forgotten her ire and was moaning into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and trying to move closer to the heat of his body.
Her fingers tore feverishly at the zipper doing up the front of his flightsuit, a whimper escaping her mouth as she pulled back to concentrate on disrobing him. "Take this off," she pleaded softly, looking up and meeting his hungry stare. "Please?"
His cheeks were flushed, his eyes so dark that she could barely make out their color in the dim lamplight that illuminated them from the night. His voice was gravelly and hard with arousal. "Okay."
He moved back and with shaking hands began to slide the zipper down, revealing patches of naked skin to her avid gaze. She sat up onto her elbows, not even bothering to hide her interest as he pushed the sleeves off and she caught sight of lean, muscled arms and torso.
Just as he was sitting up to pull the suit completely off, he glanced up and found her watching. An evil light entered his eyes and he paused, a slow smile stretching across his lips. "Having fun?" he wondered, leaning back against the back window. The movement pulled the suit tight around his crotch and the opening dipped to reveal his lower abdomen.
"W-What?" Veronica stammered, licking her lips and blinking rapidly.
"Shit, Veronica, don’t look at me like that," he groaned forcefully. "Unless you want this to be over before it even gets good."
"I’m sorry, I-"
"Stop apologizing," he demanded softly, slowly moving back toward her over the short expanse of the car. "Lay back."
Suddenly, her fears returned with a vengeance. "Logan, I don’t…I don’t know if we’re ready," she began, feeling stupid and shaky as she read the intent in his gaze.
He froze, eyeing her speculatively. His jaw tightened and he blurted out, "But you were ready with Duncan?"
"No," she replied honestly, "and that was one of the problems. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice. Not with you."
Gradually his indignace began to disappear, then he let out a sigh and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Relax, baby. We’re not going to do that tonight. Okay? We’re just going to play around a little. Test the waters, so to speak."
"Oh, really? And how are we going to do that?" she asked impishly. "Are you requesting a fly-by, Ghostwriter?"
He smirked at her Top Gun reference and answered, "Are you saying the pattern is full?"
"I’m saying that your ego is writing checks your body can’t cash," she drawled in a deep voice.
"You’re so sadly mistaken, yet I find your flagrant naiveté endearing," he sighed teasingly. His eyes trailed over her costume again, brows wagging. "What about you, huh? If I wanna be your luvah, do I gotta get with your friends? Baby Spice, Veronica? I would’ve pinned you as Scary Spice, myself."
She scowled. "Don’t make me ruin you."
"Let me taste you instead."
That effectively shut her up, and she goggled as he came to his knees on the floor, looking up at her with serious eyes as his palms rested on her thighs. With aching slowness, he pushed them forward, gathering the hem of her dress and bunching it up so that it revealed more and more of her naked legs.
Cool air blew against her and she fought the urge to moan when he made a considering noise, licking his lips and sending her a naughty expression. "Logan," she choked out, glancing out of the window into the darkness beyond. "Anyone can see."
"No one’s around," he murmured, reaching out to trace a finger across the face of her thong. She jumped at the intimate pressure, biting hard on her lip as he smiled. "Besides, once you’re steaming up the windows, they won’t be able to tell anyway."
"But-" Whatever she’d been about to say was lost as he hooked his fingers into the band of her panties and began to drag them down her legs.
"Oh, Veronica…" he breathed with a husky groan "Fucking gorgeous." He lifted one long leg, studying the white platforms. "Nice shoes."
He moved lower, pressing a kiss against the top of one thigh. She stared at the top of his head in glazed amazement, her hand burying in his hair as she felt his breath against her. As his mouth finally pressed against her wet warmth, she arched up and released a ragged moan. "Logan…"
He settled in to feast on her, running his tongue up and down her sensitive skin as she mewled and squirmed above him. She’d never felt anything as incredible as Logan Echolls’s mouth making love to her most private areas. It was so lucious, so naughty, so…torrid. Like the dirty Harlequin’s Lilly had used to try and make her read back when they were in junior high.
He groaned her name, sending a pleasurable hum through her as the vibrations echoed against her flesh. She cried out, gripping his hair while his tongue bored in on a spot that drove her crazy, swirling in slow, soft circles. An intense wave of pressure began to build inside of her, making what pleasure Duncan had ever given her seem like a mockery in comparison.
"Ah, Logan, I’m…" she broke off on a low cry as the wave crested, washing over her and leaving her weak and destroyed in its wake. She’d always equated an orgasm as a small burst of pleasure - exciting, but nothing to write home about. But with Logan, the difference was so profound that it brought tears to her eyes. She slumped against the seat, breathing quickly and staring at him as he sat up and carelessly wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.
Her eyes fell to the obvious tent in his pants and widened. "Oh, my God. You weren’t kidding…before."
He made a sound as if in pain, resting his head in her lap as his shoulders shook with the effort to control himself. It took her a moment to realize he was laughing, as he looked up and grinned. "You’re like no other girl I know." While she was still trying to decide how to take that, he moved close and added softly, "And I love you, too."
She smiled slowly, accepting his kiss and tasting herself on his tongue. It should have been disgusting and perverse, and yet…and yet it made her feel safe, secure. Loved. And wanted.
"Some Halloween treat, huh?" he chuckled, nuzzling her neck and pulling her more firmly into his lap.
Just as he was deepening the embrace, his words sank in and she shot up with a gasp. "It was you!" she accused, realization dawning on her as she pointed a finger at him with a glare.
"Me? Yes, it was me down there making you scream a moment ago," he sighed, an expression of pure male gratification coloring his features.
"You’re the one who called about the damn pumpkins disappearing," she clarified with a growl. "I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out until now…I can’t believe I actually sat out here and-and waited on you!"
"I wanted you all to myself for a while," he admitted, cocking his head and gazing at her with a small smile. "And I’ll admit it - watching you play private eye is pretty hot."
"You-you," she stuttered, finally releasing a growl of frustration and slumping into the seat with a hmph. "I’m not sure how, but this has to be illegal."
"You’ll never prove it."
"And did you plan on all of this happening, as well?" she wondered, making vague gestures between them as another blush worked its way up her cheeks.
He didn’t appear the least bit chagrined, merely satisfied and smirking as he zipped back up his costume and slid on the sunglasses. "I could tell you, baby," he drawled in an overly Tom Cruise-as-Maverick tone of voice, "but then I’d have to kill you."