The Return 18-Sinners (Lilly, Veronica) NC-17
Title: The Return 18-Sinners
Author: princess72385
Rating: NC-17 (sexual situations, swearing, and some underage sex)
Word Count: 4,486
Characters/Pairings: Lilly the first, Weevil, Aaron Echolls, Veronica, Logan, Dick, Mac, Duncan (mentions of: Lynn Echolls, Trina Echolls, Kane Parents, Kendal Casablancas, Big Dick Casablancas, Jackie Cook, Wallace) Lilly/Weevil, Lilly/Aaron, LoVe and MaDi
Spoilers: All episodes (from 1.01: Pilot to 3.20: The Bitch Is Back. Just to be sure) Although this is obviously AU and there are obviously going to be some alterations to events and especially some in the last couple of episodes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally, nothing. So don’t sue me over this, because you won’t get anything. It all belongs to Rob Thomas and if I had owned it when it was still on the last season would have been way different.
Chapter 1: Awake/ Chapter 2: Homecoming/ Chapter 3: Forgive/ Chapter 4: Arrival/ Chapter 5: Reconnect/ Chapter 6: Belong/ Chapter 7: Bets/ Chapter 8: Fight/ Chapter 9: Battle/ Chapter 10: Retreat/ Chapter 11: Push/ Chapter 12: Sound/ Chapter 13: Potential/ Chapter 14: More/ Chapter 15: Storytime/ Chapter 16: Understanding/ Chapter 17: Piggyback
A/N: There’s a section in italics that is a fantasy sequence, it’s pretty obvious, but just in case it confuses anyone, it doesn’t really happen, it’s Lilly’s fantasy
A/N: There’s a flashback scene that involves Lilly/Aaron and if that makes you squeamish, you can skip right past it. But I have to warn that it’s pretty graphic.
The Return
18
Sinners
~Lilly~
Lilly spotted Eli laying on a lounge next to the pool. Now there’s a sight. It wasn’t like he was in a pair of swimming trunks and shirtless, it was October after all. But she’d never seen out in the broad daylight like this when they had ‘dated’. They were all clandestine meetings and under the bleachers rendezvous’.
Marching up to him, she stopped at his side, waiting for him to look up at her. When he didn’t, she had to resist the urge to stomp her foot in frustration. Instead she continued on with the speech she had been practicing since her earlier conversation with Veronica.
“Just so you know, you were never a toy. I didn’t think of you as one in high school, and I certainly don’t think of you as one now.” Lilly told him, letting the raw honesty of it slip into her voice.
“Great, now go away.” Eli told her in a gruff voice without looking up at her, his eyes remaining closed.
Lilly frowned, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. There was never a time that she could recall that she hadn’t caused some kind of reaction. But Eli wasn’t biting, he wouldn’t even argue with her so she could do that thing that seemed to work so well for Veronica. The ‘accidentally’ shouting out the truth thing.
“What?” Lilly’s voice came out as a squeak, just verging on whine territory.
“What do you mean what? It’s not rocket science Lil, you turn and walk away from me, best if you just go in the house.” Eli looked up at her now, squinting a little at the sun that was currently behind her.
Lilly again resisted stamping her foot, instead she dropped down to sit on the lounge next to Eli.
“You’re not even going to say anything?” Lilly pushed, still hoping for some latent feelings to surface, bursting into some passionate display of affection and angst.
“Oh, Lilly. I know I was never your toy. I always knew we’d be together in the end and I love you just as much now as I did then. Please, be with me?” Eli said as he gripped her waist and pulled her to him, settling her on his lap. She could feel exactly how excited he was that she was here. That she was awake, and he’d been in a near constant state of arousal since he first saw her nearly a week ago.
“Fucking finally. I thought that maybe there was something in the water, but of course no one could resist this for too long.” Lilly said, avoiding answering his question as she moved to straddle him.
“Lilly?” Eli said, looking questioningly at her before he was overcome with pleasure and groaned as she ground her hips into his errectio-
“Lilly!” Eli said louder, and she felt his arm tug beneath her hand and nails. She had somehow drifted into a place that was definitely not reality-more like a romance novel-and in the process grabbed his arm and started to dig her nails in.
“What the hell Lilly? Have you gone completely loco?” Eli asked, annoyed and still trying to reclaim his arm from her.
Lilly lifted her fingers first, seeing the little half moon shapes left by her nails. Lifting her entire hand Eli pulled his arm back like he’d been burned.
In all reality Lilly, he has been. A few times. Lilly accidentally let the look of pity slip onto her face as she thought about how she had treated him in the past. She really had been horrible.
“What the fuck is that look all about? You feel sorry for me?” Eli’s voice had gotten even harder, rougher, in a matter of moments. Lilly shrunk back against the lounge a little. He was angry, probably because of the pity look, and suddenly she was feeling threatened and trapped, like she was in danger. The last time she’d felt this way, the last time she’d gotten herself in a situation where she was alone with a man and she’d made him angry he had gotten dangerous and reckless and… murderous.
Not good, at all.
Eli stood up to his full height, which was only about an inch or two more than hers, but with her still on the lounge he towered over her by nearly eighteen inches.
“I don’t need your pity, Lilly. Out of the two of us, I’m not the one that needs any pity. You’re the one that fucked up and got put in a coma.” Eli yelled at her, getting her attention and sparking her anger enough to make her forget her fear.
“Yeah, I fucked up. But I didn’t mean for that one little mistake to get so big. The coma wasn’t my screw up, the pissing Aaron off was. Aaron going all psycho and homicidal was his mistake.” Lilly shouted back at him, standing up to get in his face.
“Yeah, but would that have happened if you didn’t think it would be fun to fuck your best boy’s daddy?” Eli wasn’t yelling this time, but his question was aimed to hurt her more the last.
And it did. It felt like a punch to the gut. No, it wouldn’t have ever happened if she’d stuck to unmarried non-famous guys her age that didn’t secretly tape their exploits. But she hadn’t really thought it would be fun when she had embarked on this little affair of hers.
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She’d gone over to Logan’s house to drop off a box of his stuff. It didn’t really matter, he probably had completely forgotten she had anything of his. Theirs was not a relationship in which the other got a drawer. But if she didn’t drop off the stuff she would have wasted two hours of scratching CDs and bleaching clothes and cutting up pictures. It was a little more ‘wronged woman’ than she usually dealt with, but it sent a message: You don’t cheat on Lilly Kane. Her second plan of attack involved keys and his precious XTerra’s paint job.
But then Mr. Echolls had come down, obviously thinking he was alone since he was completely naked. Lilly had been an Aaron Echolls fan before they had moved to Neptune, but that had pretty much ended the moment she’d watched him drunkenly grope about every waitress, parking attendant and any other help of every single one of the parties thrown by every single member of the 09er community. Still, the man did look good naked, a nice preview of future-Logan? If he didn’t develop a gut after all the drinking and trips to TJ.
Lilly had actually blushed and stuttered through an apology, saying that she didn’t think anyone was home. Mr. Echolls had agreed with her, he hadn’t thought anyone was there either, just him. Mrs. Echolls was at a spa in LA for the next couple of days and Logan was off with his friends for then next few days. Aaron actually tried to make small talk while he stood in the middle of the kitchen with her. In the buff.
“I heard you and Logan broke up. I’m sorry we’re not going to see you around the house anymore.” Mr. Echolls said, moving a little closer.
Lilly bit her bottom lip and nodded, trying desperately not to let her eyes drift down and stare at his obviously aroused state.
“Especially in those little bikinis.” Aaron took another couple steps closer, he stopped being ‘Mr. Echolls’ when he was standing less than a foot away, completely naked and so completely obvious about the fact that he was thinking about throwing you against a wall and fucking the shit out of you.
“Mr. Echolls.” Lilly’s voice was much bolder, much more seductive than she’d meant it. She watched Aaron’s eyes darken and his pupils dilate, he shifted again and she could feel his erection press against her stomach.
“Its Aaron.” He didn’t allow her to say anything else before he kissed her. The thrill she got was unlike any other jolt she’d ever gotten from any other stunt she’d pulled before. This would piss her mother off more than staying out all night. More than her fucking a biker ever would.
Lilly felt a pang at the thought of Eli. She really had cared about him, thought she might even start things up with him again after this recent break up with Logan. Maybe even take things public.
The thought, and the pang, were quickly pushed away as Aaron lifted her on to the counter, his mouth on her neck and his hands under her skirt, pulling off her panties.
They fucked right there on the kitchen counter, where Logan ate his morning pop tarts and drank his after school juice. The counter where she’d often seen Lynn reading a magazine and Trina doing her nails while on the phone. The counter she’d sat at with Veronica last week and planned out their trip for Fleet Week while Logan attempted to talk Letty into making them a snack.
The did it again in the pool house, at Aaron’s insistence. And when she left she promised to come back in a couple days, taking the box she’d come to drop off with her.
Fucking his dad was better revenge than bleaching clothes and vandalizing CDs ever would be. Not that she’d ever let Logan, or anyone else, know about this.
No way in hell.
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She’d found out why he was so insistent about the pool house a couple days later, and in one moment of stupidity she’d lost four years of her life. She’d never actually planned on selling the tapes, just wanted to put the threat out there. It was blackmail and she had intended on using it to her advantage.
Like Aaron quit beating Logan or she’d take it to the tabloids. Or he buy her a plane or a house in France or something. She’d never take it to the tabloids, not when it could destroy Logan. They were broken up but she’d always thought of him as her family. Her parents were never there for her like they were for Duncan. She was the mistake. The first pancake. The practice kid that they screwed up before they got to the perfect one, precious little Donut.
Logan, Veronica and Duncan were her family, the one she’d chosen. She loved them like you love family. It was true, she hurt Logan. Often. But she’d never do such irreparable damage as letting him see her screwing his dad. She had just hoped he’d never find out.
That had been a shit plan. Like Veronica had told her that first night: Secrets always come out.
“It wasn’t for fun. And I didn’t actually sit around and think of ways to screw you and Logan over, it just happened.” Lilly was practically screaming at him now.
“I don’t buy it. You don’t just let things happen, you initiate them. I should know, I was one of your things.” Eli wasn’t yelling anymore, but his cold and snide voice were just as scary.
“Well, you don’t have to buy it, I’m giving this one away for free. I didn’t go there searching for a fuck and a starring role in homemade porn.” Lilly’s voice had quieted, but it still held note of hysteria that was making her panic even more.
“It’s too bad, the sex tapes really do wonders for the career in Hollywood these days Lil. You just missed the boat. Too bad V found the tapes and handed them over to the cops, you really could get a good career started. You’re quite the actress.” Eli raised an eyebrow at her, almost daring her to slap him.
“I don’t know why I’m getting so upset, you’re just the boy that likes to play man with his little motorcycle gang.” Lilly tried a different tactic, break him down a little and she might be able to get past his tough exterior to the sweet and vulnerable guy she’d once known.
“And you’re just the girl that got left behind by everyone she loved. Funny about that huh? You’re just a tad more pathetic than the poor Mexican.” Eli smirked, a very jackass move that reminded her so much of Logan it made her want to hit him.
But the comment had hit it’s mark so well that she was left speechless as she watched him leave her, standing alone in the cold by the pool, leaves whirling in the wind at her feet.
Lilly wished for the millionth time this week that she hadn’t so actively sought drama in the years before her coma. It made this reintroduction into society and the land of the living so much hard.
Fuck drama.
~Veronica~
“It’s about damn time,” Logan called out from his place at the top of the front steps. He was seated next to Mac drinking a bottle of water.
Veronica bounced almost painfully on Dick’s back, he’d gotten a little careless as they’d gotten closer to the house and she’d had to ‘chokehold’ him once or twice.
Still, it had been fun. Dick told her funny stories about his summer with Mac and she’d told him the one funny thing that had happened during her internship. They’d actually been laughing when they got to the front yard.
“You guys have fun on your walk back?” Mac asked, pushing up from the steps.
“Yeah, we didn’t kill each other so I take that as a good sign.” Veronica answered as Dick released her legs and crouched down a little so she could safely slide to the ground.
“I see that, looks like you’re getting along pretty well actually. Almost like you don’t hate each other.” Logan agreed, getting up himself to walk over to where Dick and Veronica were now standing with Mac.
“She was practically running to keep up, man. I was just being chivalrous.” Dick announced, preening in front of his best friend and his girlfriend.
“So who won your race?” Veronica asked, looking at Logan and Mac.
“We decided to call it a draw since we’d been aiming for the porch and practically collapsed as soon as we hit actual grass. I think I may have overestimated the distance.” Logan said, slinging an arm around Veronica’s shoulders and pulling her closer.
“We were going to run to the store, pick up something for dinner and some more Lucky Charms. You want to come?” Mac announced, looking at Dick.
“Sure, just let me take the sweatshirt off. I’ll be right back.” Dick pecked a light kiss onto Mac’s lips before dashing inside.
“How about you? You want to come?” Logan asked, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling.
“I think I’ll stay here, take a bubble bath and wash the dirt off. And I smell.” At Logan’s frown she quickly added, “You go, maybe I’ll still be in the bath when you get back.”
Logan’s eyes lit up as he lifted his head to look at her, and a wide grin spread quickly across his face.
“It’s a plan.” Logan told her, leaning forward to give her a long, sweet kiss just before Dick came bounding out of the house.
“Come on, stop sucking face and lets go.” Dick urged, walking quickly to Logan’s Range Rover and getting in the passenger seat. “Girls in the back.”
Logan pressed one more, chaste, kiss to her lips and loped off to his car.
“Ronnie, come on.” Dick urged, rolling down the window to put his arm out and wave her over.
“She’s not coming.” Veronica heard Logan say as he started the engine and began rolling the window up.
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Veronica bounced through the foyer, and into the kitchen to grab a soda to drink in the tub. But if Logan gets home… Veronica changed tactics and pulled open the glass door of the chilled wine cabinet. She pulled a sweet blush wine from the rack and set on the counter. Turning to retrieve a pair of champagne flutes she spotted Duncan in the doorway, causing her to jump a little.
“Ohmygod Duncan, you scared me.” Veronica breathed out, pressing her left hand to her chest as her right one gripped onto the counter.
Forgetting the glasses and the wine and the thought of something to drink altogether, she moved to brush past Duncan.
“I’ll see you.” She muttered as she flattened herself against to the wall to avoid touching him at all.
“Forgot your wine.” Duncan pointed out, moving to give her a little more room.
“Oh. Right.” Veronica said flatly, and hurriedly grabbed the bottle and moved to leave again.
“Don’t you need a glass?” Duncan asked.
“Oh, yeah.” Her voice was still toneless as she set the bottle back down on the counter. “Actually, I think I’m going to pass on the wine after all.”
“Why are you avoiding me?” Duncan asked, his voice so vulnerable and small it made him sound like a little boy.
“I’m not avoiding you.” Veronica lied. She had been avoiding him like she was being paid for it.
“Yes you are. We haven’t been alone in a room since you all got here. I’ve talked to you with Logan there, and Lilly there. I’ve talked to you when it’s the four of us, but never when it was just us. I’ve had some one on one time with both Logan and Lilly, but you seem to avoid it like you don’t even want to see me.” Duncan pointed out.
Veronica remained silent, clearly frustrating Duncan.
“What’s the problem here, Veronica?” Duncan pushed. “Is it Lilly? The way I left, the fact that Clarence didn’t come to you when I was ready to come back? It this about my daughter? What?”
“Yeah, well if I’d known…” Veronica purposely let herself trail off, the sarcasm in the statement more than evident.
“You know, I’m a little sick of the passive aggressive shots Veronica. Why don’t you just say what you really want to say.” Duncan said with a hard edge to his voice, pushing her.
“If I’d known you’d knocked Meg up I would have thrown that fortune cookie back in your face. If I’d known that you basically slept with her and then broke up with her I would have tasered your ass, not gone back to you.” Veronica didn’t need any more permission than that to let loose. She’d been wanting to say these things since senior year of high school, she finally had the chance.
“Nice, but after you found out she was pregnant, you didn’t dump me.” Duncan fired back, his voice rising.
“No. I was still in too much shock to do that. You see, I just found out, but you had already known.” She paused, took a breath and then continued. “Of course I forgot, it didn’t have anything to do with us, with you and me, so I obviously didn’t need to know.”
“You didn’t need to know.” Duncan insisted, his voice still rising as he advanced on her a little.
Veronica wanted to back up, but refused to show that much weakness, so she held her ground and prayed that he wouldn’t have an episode.
“Stop acting like I betrayed you in some way. God. I didn’t tell you because I honestly didn’t think you’d care that much.” Duncan continued.
“You don’t think that was a betrayal? You knew you were going to have a baby with your comatose ex-girlfriend and you didn’t even think I had the right to know that you’d had sex with someone other than me. Do you know how dangerous that is, Duncan? And you don’t think I would have cared that my boyfriend was about to become a daddy? That I wouldn’t care that another one of my friends was pregnant?” Veronica’s voice was getting colder, and angrier.
“Oh please. You stepped out of our relationship long before anything about the pregnancy came out.” Duncan accused, his eyes narrowing into angry slits.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Veronica took a step back in shock. She’d never thought Duncan would ever accuse her of cheating.
“Just that whenever Logan was around you turned into this girl. You showed off, with the bantering and the arguing and the flaunting our relationship when he was around. And when Kendal was there, you were the picture of a jealous girlfriend. You hated Kendal, but why?” Duncan questioned, his eyes trained on her face, watching her for signs of a lie.
“Because she was a bitch and cheated on her husband-” Veronica started, only to be interrupted by Duncan.
“Like you’ve ever given a fuck about Big Dick Casablancas. I say that’s all bullshit. You never cared about Kendal, didn’t even know she existed, until you found out she was fucking Logan. Then it was all out war.”
Veronica opened her mouth to argue, to tell him that she hated everyone that cheated as a rule.
“Same with Jackie Cook. You didn’t like her when she was over to watch Pride and Prejudice with us and Wallace. You didn’t like her when she was going after Wallace. But the second she went after Logan you went ballistic, got physical. I saw how tightly you grabbed her at homecoming. I thought I was going to have to hold you back from a fight.” Duncan shook his head. “Here you and I were having this moment and all you saw was Logan.
“You know for one moment I thought we might actually be free to be together. That the cloud of Logan was no longer hanging over our head. After the bus crash you came to the suite and told me you didn’t want to have any regrets. I was a little shocked at first that you came to me, that you hadn’t gone to him, so I thought that you’d finally moved on. Really moved on. But right after you got up and left, and I heard you.”
“Heard me what?” Veronica asked tightly, she was not pleased to have all this thrown back in her face. It’d been over two years ago now, not exactly something she often thought about these days.
“I heard you and him out in the hallway. Right after we had sex, you were in the hallway talking to Logan. Do you know how much that hurt? How much of a disappointment it was to find out that not sleeping with me really wouldn’t be one of your regrets?” Duncan wasn’t yelling and wasn’t angry, just defeated.
“Probably just about as much as when Logan mentioned that Kendal had been in your room for about an hour after he kicked her out.” Veronica offered half-heartedly, but the truth was, looking back on it, it hadn’t really hurt all that much. She had been hurt that it was that easy for him to start screwing the same girl Logan had been screwing when he was done with her.
“You don’t actually believe that. I know you, you care that your fragile ego got bruised, but you were a little relieved.” Duncan countered.
“No I wasn’t relieved, Duncan. Quite the opposite really, no one is really relieved when their current boyfriend starts sleeping with the girl their ex rebounded off of. And you’re wrong. You don’t know me. Not really, not anymore. You know me even less now, after a year and half of not being here.” Her voice started to get louder again, she was close to yelling.
“You know what else sucked? That I had to pretend that you were continuously sleeping with her in front of the entire school, and then I had to listen to you yell at me about Meg and the baby. All the while I was cleaning up your mess.” Veronica added, her voice quieting, but the cold sarcastic edge creeping into it more and more.
“Oh yeah, well, you’re not cleaning up my mess now. I didn’t come to you with this and that just kills you doesn’t it, Veronica? That I didn’t rush to you with my problem, that you weren’t the savior this time?” Duncan was getting angry again.
“Yeah, it’s a real bummer that I didn’t get to figure out all the legal loopholes in order to get you back into the states. Tell me Duncan, how exactly are you only going to end up serving a year for a crime that usually means a twenty to life sentence?” Veronica questioned, advancing on Duncan this time, feeling more confident in the arena.
“What?” Duncan was either stalling for time or genuinely confused, maybe she wasn’t clear enough.
“Exactly what are they charging you with? What did it get reduced to that you’ll only spend about a year in prison? I know it can’t still be a felony kidnapping, because that’s a much longer sentence.” Veronica tried again.
Duncan was still silent.
“Exactly what I thought. I might not be cleaning up your mess this time, Duncan, but neither are you. You always come off as so responsible, but you’re really not. That’s what everyone always sees, but you’re the one that got a girl pregnant in high school and committed a felony, violated international laws, cheated. You were the stable one and Logan was the bad guy. But who actually committed the crimes he’s accused of?
“You don’t even know how people are fixing your life, fixing your problems. At least with Logan he was involved, tried to do it himself. You not only weren’t involved in the process of getting your ass out of trouble, you don’t even know the end result.” Rolling her eyes she began to walk out of the kitchen, but Duncan reached out and grabbed her by the elbow, spinning her around to face him again.
“So now I’m the sinner and Logan is the saint?” Duncan questioned, angrier than she’d ever seen him before without going into a epileptic episode. She tugs halfheartedly without successfully pulling her arm out of his grip.
“Maybe you were always a sinner, and Logan was never a saint. But he wasn’t the sinner, either.” Veronica tugs again, this time she is successful in pulling out of his grasp. She quickly turns and leaves the kitchen before he can debate her on whether or not he’s a sinner or grab her again.
It isn’t until she reaches the stairs and is on the second step that she remembers her wine, not that she’s going to go back and get it. But she hears a crash a moment later and realizes that that particular bottle of wine won’t be joining her and Logan in the tub later.
Not when Duncan has smashed the bottle and its contents all over the kitchen.
19:Drama
Author: princess72385
Rating: NC-17 (sexual situations, swearing, and some underage sex)
Word Count: 4,486
Characters/Pairings: Lilly the first, Weevil, Aaron Echolls, Veronica, Logan, Dick, Mac, Duncan (mentions of: Lynn Echolls, Trina Echolls, Kane Parents, Kendal Casablancas, Big Dick Casablancas, Jackie Cook, Wallace) Lilly/Weevil, Lilly/Aaron, LoVe and MaDi
Spoilers: All episodes (from 1.01: Pilot to 3.20: The Bitch Is Back. Just to be sure) Although this is obviously AU and there are obviously going to be some alterations to events and especially some in the last couple of episodes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally, nothing. So don’t sue me over this, because you won’t get anything. It all belongs to Rob Thomas and if I had owned it when it was still on the last season would have been way different.
Chapter 1: Awake/ Chapter 2: Homecoming/ Chapter 3: Forgive/ Chapter 4: Arrival/ Chapter 5: Reconnect/ Chapter 6: Belong/ Chapter 7: Bets/ Chapter 8: Fight/ Chapter 9: Battle/ Chapter 10: Retreat/ Chapter 11: Push/ Chapter 12: Sound/ Chapter 13: Potential/ Chapter 14: More/ Chapter 15: Storytime/ Chapter 16: Understanding/ Chapter 17: Piggyback
A/N: There’s a section in italics that is a fantasy sequence, it’s pretty obvious, but just in case it confuses anyone, it doesn’t really happen, it’s Lilly’s fantasy
A/N: There’s a flashback scene that involves Lilly/Aaron and if that makes you squeamish, you can skip right past it. But I have to warn that it’s pretty graphic.
The Return
18
Sinners
~Lilly~
Lilly spotted Eli laying on a lounge next to the pool. Now there’s a sight. It wasn’t like he was in a pair of swimming trunks and shirtless, it was October after all. But she’d never seen out in the broad daylight like this when they had ‘dated’. They were all clandestine meetings and under the bleachers rendezvous’.
Marching up to him, she stopped at his side, waiting for him to look up at her. When he didn’t, she had to resist the urge to stomp her foot in frustration. Instead she continued on with the speech she had been practicing since her earlier conversation with Veronica.
“Just so you know, you were never a toy. I didn’t think of you as one in high school, and I certainly don’t think of you as one now.” Lilly told him, letting the raw honesty of it slip into her voice.
“Great, now go away.” Eli told her in a gruff voice without looking up at her, his eyes remaining closed.
Lilly frowned, her eyebrows drawing together in confusion. There was never a time that she could recall that she hadn’t caused some kind of reaction. But Eli wasn’t biting, he wouldn’t even argue with her so she could do that thing that seemed to work so well for Veronica. The ‘accidentally’ shouting out the truth thing.
“What?” Lilly’s voice came out as a squeak, just verging on whine territory.
“What do you mean what? It’s not rocket science Lil, you turn and walk away from me, best if you just go in the house.” Eli looked up at her now, squinting a little at the sun that was currently behind her.
Lilly again resisted stamping her foot, instead she dropped down to sit on the lounge next to Eli.
“You’re not even going to say anything?” Lilly pushed, still hoping for some latent feelings to surface, bursting into some passionate display of affection and angst.
“Oh, Lilly. I know I was never your toy. I always knew we’d be together in the end and I love you just as much now as I did then. Please, be with me?” Eli said as he gripped her waist and pulled her to him, settling her on his lap. She could feel exactly how excited he was that she was here. That she was awake, and he’d been in a near constant state of arousal since he first saw her nearly a week ago.
“Fucking finally. I thought that maybe there was something in the water, but of course no one could resist this for too long.” Lilly said, avoiding answering his question as she moved to straddle him.
“Lilly?” Eli said, looking questioningly at her before he was overcome with pleasure and groaned as she ground her hips into his errectio-
“Lilly!” Eli said louder, and she felt his arm tug beneath her hand and nails. She had somehow drifted into a place that was definitely not reality-more like a romance novel-and in the process grabbed his arm and started to dig her nails in.
“What the hell Lilly? Have you gone completely loco?” Eli asked, annoyed and still trying to reclaim his arm from her.
Lilly lifted her fingers first, seeing the little half moon shapes left by her nails. Lifting her entire hand Eli pulled his arm back like he’d been burned.
In all reality Lilly, he has been. A few times. Lilly accidentally let the look of pity slip onto her face as she thought about how she had treated him in the past. She really had been horrible.
“What the fuck is that look all about? You feel sorry for me?” Eli’s voice had gotten even harder, rougher, in a matter of moments. Lilly shrunk back against the lounge a little. He was angry, probably because of the pity look, and suddenly she was feeling threatened and trapped, like she was in danger. The last time she’d felt this way, the last time she’d gotten herself in a situation where she was alone with a man and she’d made him angry he had gotten dangerous and reckless and… murderous.
Not good, at all.
Eli stood up to his full height, which was only about an inch or two more than hers, but with her still on the lounge he towered over her by nearly eighteen inches.
“I don’t need your pity, Lilly. Out of the two of us, I’m not the one that needs any pity. You’re the one that fucked up and got put in a coma.” Eli yelled at her, getting her attention and sparking her anger enough to make her forget her fear.
“Yeah, I fucked up. But I didn’t mean for that one little mistake to get so big. The coma wasn’t my screw up, the pissing Aaron off was. Aaron going all psycho and homicidal was his mistake.” Lilly shouted back at him, standing up to get in his face.
“Yeah, but would that have happened if you didn’t think it would be fun to fuck your best boy’s daddy?” Eli wasn’t yelling this time, but his question was aimed to hurt her more the last.
And it did. It felt like a punch to the gut. No, it wouldn’t have ever happened if she’d stuck to unmarried non-famous guys her age that didn’t secretly tape their exploits. But she hadn’t really thought it would be fun when she had embarked on this little affair of hers.
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She’d gone over to Logan’s house to drop off a box of his stuff. It didn’t really matter, he probably had completely forgotten she had anything of his. Theirs was not a relationship in which the other got a drawer. But if she didn’t drop off the stuff she would have wasted two hours of scratching CDs and bleaching clothes and cutting up pictures. It was a little more ‘wronged woman’ than she usually dealt with, but it sent a message: You don’t cheat on Lilly Kane. Her second plan of attack involved keys and his precious XTerra’s paint job.
But then Mr. Echolls had come down, obviously thinking he was alone since he was completely naked. Lilly had been an Aaron Echolls fan before they had moved to Neptune, but that had pretty much ended the moment she’d watched him drunkenly grope about every waitress, parking attendant and any other help of every single one of the parties thrown by every single member of the 09er community. Still, the man did look good naked, a nice preview of future-Logan? If he didn’t develop a gut after all the drinking and trips to TJ.
Lilly had actually blushed and stuttered through an apology, saying that she didn’t think anyone was home. Mr. Echolls had agreed with her, he hadn’t thought anyone was there either, just him. Mrs. Echolls was at a spa in LA for the next couple of days and Logan was off with his friends for then next few days. Aaron actually tried to make small talk while he stood in the middle of the kitchen with her. In the buff.
“I heard you and Logan broke up. I’m sorry we’re not going to see you around the house anymore.” Mr. Echolls said, moving a little closer.
Lilly bit her bottom lip and nodded, trying desperately not to let her eyes drift down and stare at his obviously aroused state.
“Especially in those little bikinis.” Aaron took another couple steps closer, he stopped being ‘Mr. Echolls’ when he was standing less than a foot away, completely naked and so completely obvious about the fact that he was thinking about throwing you against a wall and fucking the shit out of you.
“Mr. Echolls.” Lilly’s voice was much bolder, much more seductive than she’d meant it. She watched Aaron’s eyes darken and his pupils dilate, he shifted again and she could feel his erection press against her stomach.
“Its Aaron.” He didn’t allow her to say anything else before he kissed her. The thrill she got was unlike any other jolt she’d ever gotten from any other stunt she’d pulled before. This would piss her mother off more than staying out all night. More than her fucking a biker ever would.
Lilly felt a pang at the thought of Eli. She really had cared about him, thought she might even start things up with him again after this recent break up with Logan. Maybe even take things public.
The thought, and the pang, were quickly pushed away as Aaron lifted her on to the counter, his mouth on her neck and his hands under her skirt, pulling off her panties.
They fucked right there on the kitchen counter, where Logan ate his morning pop tarts and drank his after school juice. The counter where she’d often seen Lynn reading a magazine and Trina doing her nails while on the phone. The counter she’d sat at with Veronica last week and planned out their trip for Fleet Week while Logan attempted to talk Letty into making them a snack.
The did it again in the pool house, at Aaron’s insistence. And when she left she promised to come back in a couple days, taking the box she’d come to drop off with her.
Fucking his dad was better revenge than bleaching clothes and vandalizing CDs ever would be. Not that she’d ever let Logan, or anyone else, know about this.
No way in hell.
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She’d found out why he was so insistent about the pool house a couple days later, and in one moment of stupidity she’d lost four years of her life. She’d never actually planned on selling the tapes, just wanted to put the threat out there. It was blackmail and she had intended on using it to her advantage.
Like Aaron quit beating Logan or she’d take it to the tabloids. Or he buy her a plane or a house in France or something. She’d never take it to the tabloids, not when it could destroy Logan. They were broken up but she’d always thought of him as her family. Her parents were never there for her like they were for Duncan. She was the mistake. The first pancake. The practice kid that they screwed up before they got to the perfect one, precious little Donut.
Logan, Veronica and Duncan were her family, the one she’d chosen. She loved them like you love family. It was true, she hurt Logan. Often. But she’d never do such irreparable damage as letting him see her screwing his dad. She had just hoped he’d never find out.
That had been a shit plan. Like Veronica had told her that first night: Secrets always come out.
“It wasn’t for fun. And I didn’t actually sit around and think of ways to screw you and Logan over, it just happened.” Lilly was practically screaming at him now.
“I don’t buy it. You don’t just let things happen, you initiate them. I should know, I was one of your things.” Eli wasn’t yelling anymore, but his cold and snide voice were just as scary.
“Well, you don’t have to buy it, I’m giving this one away for free. I didn’t go there searching for a fuck and a starring role in homemade porn.” Lilly’s voice had quieted, but it still held note of hysteria that was making her panic even more.
“It’s too bad, the sex tapes really do wonders for the career in Hollywood these days Lil. You just missed the boat. Too bad V found the tapes and handed them over to the cops, you really could get a good career started. You’re quite the actress.” Eli raised an eyebrow at her, almost daring her to slap him.
“I don’t know why I’m getting so upset, you’re just the boy that likes to play man with his little motorcycle gang.” Lilly tried a different tactic, break him down a little and she might be able to get past his tough exterior to the sweet and vulnerable guy she’d once known.
“And you’re just the girl that got left behind by everyone she loved. Funny about that huh? You’re just a tad more pathetic than the poor Mexican.” Eli smirked, a very jackass move that reminded her so much of Logan it made her want to hit him.
But the comment had hit it’s mark so well that she was left speechless as she watched him leave her, standing alone in the cold by the pool, leaves whirling in the wind at her feet.
Lilly wished for the millionth time this week that she hadn’t so actively sought drama in the years before her coma. It made this reintroduction into society and the land of the living so much hard.
Fuck drama.
~Veronica~
“It’s about damn time,” Logan called out from his place at the top of the front steps. He was seated next to Mac drinking a bottle of water.
Veronica bounced almost painfully on Dick’s back, he’d gotten a little careless as they’d gotten closer to the house and she’d had to ‘chokehold’ him once or twice.
Still, it had been fun. Dick told her funny stories about his summer with Mac and she’d told him the one funny thing that had happened during her internship. They’d actually been laughing when they got to the front yard.
“You guys have fun on your walk back?” Mac asked, pushing up from the steps.
“Yeah, we didn’t kill each other so I take that as a good sign.” Veronica answered as Dick released her legs and crouched down a little so she could safely slide to the ground.
“I see that, looks like you’re getting along pretty well actually. Almost like you don’t hate each other.” Logan agreed, getting up himself to walk over to where Dick and Veronica were now standing with Mac.
“She was practically running to keep up, man. I was just being chivalrous.” Dick announced, preening in front of his best friend and his girlfriend.
“So who won your race?” Veronica asked, looking at Logan and Mac.
“We decided to call it a draw since we’d been aiming for the porch and practically collapsed as soon as we hit actual grass. I think I may have overestimated the distance.” Logan said, slinging an arm around Veronica’s shoulders and pulling her closer.
“We were going to run to the store, pick up something for dinner and some more Lucky Charms. You want to come?” Mac announced, looking at Dick.
“Sure, just let me take the sweatshirt off. I’ll be right back.” Dick pecked a light kiss onto Mac’s lips before dashing inside.
“How about you? You want to come?” Logan asked, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling.
“I think I’ll stay here, take a bubble bath and wash the dirt off. And I smell.” At Logan’s frown she quickly added, “You go, maybe I’ll still be in the bath when you get back.”
Logan’s eyes lit up as he lifted his head to look at her, and a wide grin spread quickly across his face.
“It’s a plan.” Logan told her, leaning forward to give her a long, sweet kiss just before Dick came bounding out of the house.
“Come on, stop sucking face and lets go.” Dick urged, walking quickly to Logan’s Range Rover and getting in the passenger seat. “Girls in the back.”
Logan pressed one more, chaste, kiss to her lips and loped off to his car.
“Ronnie, come on.” Dick urged, rolling down the window to put his arm out and wave her over.
“She’s not coming.” Veronica heard Logan say as he started the engine and began rolling the window up.
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Veronica bounced through the foyer, and into the kitchen to grab a soda to drink in the tub. But if Logan gets home… Veronica changed tactics and pulled open the glass door of the chilled wine cabinet. She pulled a sweet blush wine from the rack and set on the counter. Turning to retrieve a pair of champagne flutes she spotted Duncan in the doorway, causing her to jump a little.
“Ohmygod Duncan, you scared me.” Veronica breathed out, pressing her left hand to her chest as her right one gripped onto the counter.
Forgetting the glasses and the wine and the thought of something to drink altogether, she moved to brush past Duncan.
“I’ll see you.” She muttered as she flattened herself against to the wall to avoid touching him at all.
“Forgot your wine.” Duncan pointed out, moving to give her a little more room.
“Oh. Right.” Veronica said flatly, and hurriedly grabbed the bottle and moved to leave again.
“Don’t you need a glass?” Duncan asked.
“Oh, yeah.” Her voice was still toneless as she set the bottle back down on the counter. “Actually, I think I’m going to pass on the wine after all.”
“Why are you avoiding me?” Duncan asked, his voice so vulnerable and small it made him sound like a little boy.
“I’m not avoiding you.” Veronica lied. She had been avoiding him like she was being paid for it.
“Yes you are. We haven’t been alone in a room since you all got here. I’ve talked to you with Logan there, and Lilly there. I’ve talked to you when it’s the four of us, but never when it was just us. I’ve had some one on one time with both Logan and Lilly, but you seem to avoid it like you don’t even want to see me.” Duncan pointed out.
Veronica remained silent, clearly frustrating Duncan.
“What’s the problem here, Veronica?” Duncan pushed. “Is it Lilly? The way I left, the fact that Clarence didn’t come to you when I was ready to come back? It this about my daughter? What?”
“Yeah, well if I’d known…” Veronica purposely let herself trail off, the sarcasm in the statement more than evident.
“You know, I’m a little sick of the passive aggressive shots Veronica. Why don’t you just say what you really want to say.” Duncan said with a hard edge to his voice, pushing her.
“If I’d known you’d knocked Meg up I would have thrown that fortune cookie back in your face. If I’d known that you basically slept with her and then broke up with her I would have tasered your ass, not gone back to you.” Veronica didn’t need any more permission than that to let loose. She’d been wanting to say these things since senior year of high school, she finally had the chance.
“Nice, but after you found out she was pregnant, you didn’t dump me.” Duncan fired back, his voice rising.
“No. I was still in too much shock to do that. You see, I just found out, but you had already known.” She paused, took a breath and then continued. “Of course I forgot, it didn’t have anything to do with us, with you and me, so I obviously didn’t need to know.”
“You didn’t need to know.” Duncan insisted, his voice still rising as he advanced on her a little.
Veronica wanted to back up, but refused to show that much weakness, so she held her ground and prayed that he wouldn’t have an episode.
“Stop acting like I betrayed you in some way. God. I didn’t tell you because I honestly didn’t think you’d care that much.” Duncan continued.
“You don’t think that was a betrayal? You knew you were going to have a baby with your comatose ex-girlfriend and you didn’t even think I had the right to know that you’d had sex with someone other than me. Do you know how dangerous that is, Duncan? And you don’t think I would have cared that my boyfriend was about to become a daddy? That I wouldn’t care that another one of my friends was pregnant?” Veronica’s voice was getting colder, and angrier.
“Oh please. You stepped out of our relationship long before anything about the pregnancy came out.” Duncan accused, his eyes narrowing into angry slits.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Veronica took a step back in shock. She’d never thought Duncan would ever accuse her of cheating.
“Just that whenever Logan was around you turned into this girl. You showed off, with the bantering and the arguing and the flaunting our relationship when he was around. And when Kendal was there, you were the picture of a jealous girlfriend. You hated Kendal, but why?” Duncan questioned, his eyes trained on her face, watching her for signs of a lie.
“Because she was a bitch and cheated on her husband-” Veronica started, only to be interrupted by Duncan.
“Like you’ve ever given a fuck about Big Dick Casablancas. I say that’s all bullshit. You never cared about Kendal, didn’t even know she existed, until you found out she was fucking Logan. Then it was all out war.”
Veronica opened her mouth to argue, to tell him that she hated everyone that cheated as a rule.
“Same with Jackie Cook. You didn’t like her when she was over to watch Pride and Prejudice with us and Wallace. You didn’t like her when she was going after Wallace. But the second she went after Logan you went ballistic, got physical. I saw how tightly you grabbed her at homecoming. I thought I was going to have to hold you back from a fight.” Duncan shook his head. “Here you and I were having this moment and all you saw was Logan.
“You know for one moment I thought we might actually be free to be together. That the cloud of Logan was no longer hanging over our head. After the bus crash you came to the suite and told me you didn’t want to have any regrets. I was a little shocked at first that you came to me, that you hadn’t gone to him, so I thought that you’d finally moved on. Really moved on. But right after you got up and left, and I heard you.”
“Heard me what?” Veronica asked tightly, she was not pleased to have all this thrown back in her face. It’d been over two years ago now, not exactly something she often thought about these days.
“I heard you and him out in the hallway. Right after we had sex, you were in the hallway talking to Logan. Do you know how much that hurt? How much of a disappointment it was to find out that not sleeping with me really wouldn’t be one of your regrets?” Duncan wasn’t yelling and wasn’t angry, just defeated.
“Probably just about as much as when Logan mentioned that Kendal had been in your room for about an hour after he kicked her out.” Veronica offered half-heartedly, but the truth was, looking back on it, it hadn’t really hurt all that much. She had been hurt that it was that easy for him to start screwing the same girl Logan had been screwing when he was done with her.
“You don’t actually believe that. I know you, you care that your fragile ego got bruised, but you were a little relieved.” Duncan countered.
“No I wasn’t relieved, Duncan. Quite the opposite really, no one is really relieved when their current boyfriend starts sleeping with the girl their ex rebounded off of. And you’re wrong. You don’t know me. Not really, not anymore. You know me even less now, after a year and half of not being here.” Her voice started to get louder again, she was close to yelling.
“You know what else sucked? That I had to pretend that you were continuously sleeping with her in front of the entire school, and then I had to listen to you yell at me about Meg and the baby. All the while I was cleaning up your mess.” Veronica added, her voice quieting, but the cold sarcastic edge creeping into it more and more.
“Oh yeah, well, you’re not cleaning up my mess now. I didn’t come to you with this and that just kills you doesn’t it, Veronica? That I didn’t rush to you with my problem, that you weren’t the savior this time?” Duncan was getting angry again.
“Yeah, it’s a real bummer that I didn’t get to figure out all the legal loopholes in order to get you back into the states. Tell me Duncan, how exactly are you only going to end up serving a year for a crime that usually means a twenty to life sentence?” Veronica questioned, advancing on Duncan this time, feeling more confident in the arena.
“What?” Duncan was either stalling for time or genuinely confused, maybe she wasn’t clear enough.
“Exactly what are they charging you with? What did it get reduced to that you’ll only spend about a year in prison? I know it can’t still be a felony kidnapping, because that’s a much longer sentence.” Veronica tried again.
Duncan was still silent.
“Exactly what I thought. I might not be cleaning up your mess this time, Duncan, but neither are you. You always come off as so responsible, but you’re really not. That’s what everyone always sees, but you’re the one that got a girl pregnant in high school and committed a felony, violated international laws, cheated. You were the stable one and Logan was the bad guy. But who actually committed the crimes he’s accused of?
“You don’t even know how people are fixing your life, fixing your problems. At least with Logan he was involved, tried to do it himself. You not only weren’t involved in the process of getting your ass out of trouble, you don’t even know the end result.” Rolling her eyes she began to walk out of the kitchen, but Duncan reached out and grabbed her by the elbow, spinning her around to face him again.
“So now I’m the sinner and Logan is the saint?” Duncan questioned, angrier than she’d ever seen him before without going into a epileptic episode. She tugs halfheartedly without successfully pulling her arm out of his grip.
“Maybe you were always a sinner, and Logan was never a saint. But he wasn’t the sinner, either.” Veronica tugs again, this time she is successful in pulling out of his grasp. She quickly turns and leaves the kitchen before he can debate her on whether or not he’s a sinner or grab her again.
It isn’t until she reaches the stairs and is on the second step that she remembers her wine, not that she’s going to go back and get it. But she hears a crash a moment later and realizes that that particular bottle of wine won’t be joining her and Logan in the tub later.
Not when Duncan has smashed the bottle and its contents all over the kitchen.
19:Drama