F A N F I C T I O N > V . M A R S
Control and Other Impossibilities by Amberina
Veronica woke up every morning next to Logan. On this particular morning, his arm was curled protectively around her body. Veronica snuggled in, awake but unwilling to wake him. He wore red flannel pajamas, the shirt open just enough to give Veronica a hint of his chest. It was a very nice chest.
Being with Logan made her feel warm. Safe. Even if the world outside their door was anything but. It took a while to get here, to exorcise each other of their demons. The ghosts were driven away with each kiss, with each orgasm, until there was nothing but Veronica and Logan. Veronica + Logan = ...
Her head nuzzled into Logan's armpit, Veronica realized that... she loved him. Whatever ways they were fucked up, they still managed to find their way back to each other when the smoke cleared.
That was when Veronica decided to say screw it and wake Logan up. "Loogan," she whispered into his ear. "Looooo - "
"What?" Logan said sleepily, opening one eye. "It's... like... four in the... " He blinked blearily at the clock, and then glanced at the bright sun streaming in their window. "It's not morning, is it?"
"I love you," Veronica said quickly.
Logan didn't say anything, he just kissed her, pulling her close, close, closer. His tongue was soft and his hands strong. Veronica liked - Veronica loved that about him. The only thing she didn't like was his breath - it was putrid. Veronica pulled away and grinned. "Did you ingest tuna in your sleep?"
"Fuck you," Logan laughed, pushing Veronica off of him. "If you insist on confessing your love before I've brushed, you must deal with the consequences!"
"That's your fault too!" Veronica insisted. "I love you because..."
"Don't get all touchy-feely on me now," Logan said with a grin.
Ooh. Veronica faux-pouted, pulling Logan back to her. "I thought you liked when I touched you?" She slid her hand down his body, cupping his cock. She felt it harden under her touch and smiled inwardly.
"Veronica..." Logan sighed. His hips moved into her touch and his face was in her hair. Veronica felt powerful and seductive. It was a good feeling. "I should..."
"Chew some gum," Veronica said, grinning. She reached over to the bedside table and opened a drawer, her other hand still placed firmly on Logan. As if groping around for protection, Veronica searched the drawer, finally finding what she was looking for. A pack of gum.
"You're a vixen," Logan said. She could tell he intended it to be in his usual sardonic tone, but instead it came out breathless. He meant it. He grabbed the pack of gum from her and unwrapped a piece, stuffing it in his mouth. He made a big show of chewing it, his mouth working overtime.
Veronica stopped it with a kiss. It was a quick but passionate kiss that made her insides stir up. When they were done, Veronica found the gum on her own tongue. "Mm, Logan," Veronica said after they broke apart, her mouth still inches from his face. "I have your gum."
"That is unacceptable, Miss Mars. I demand you return it at once."
Veronica stuck her tongue out, the gum right there in the center. Then she pulled away and jumped off the bed. "Come and get it!"
"Oh, no you don't," Logan said, grabbing the fabric of her tank top before she could get away. She wiggled her tongue at him, then quickly tucked it back in her mouth as his face moved nearer. She pressed her lips together, forbidding him entrance. "Say 'ahh'..."
Veronica shook her head. A muffled, "Noooooo," came out but it sounded a bit like, "Mooooo."
"Please? I'll... " Logan paused for effect, and it was certainly working. Veronica could only imagine what Logan was implying, but all the options were very appealing. "I'll..."
"Yes?" Veronica said, and that was it. Logan moved quickly, his tongue swooping in and swiping the gum. "Damn you!" Veronica cursed him, shaking her fist in over dramatic protest. "Now you must be punished!"
Logan looked positively scandalized. "Why, Veronica Mars. Are you suggesting we - "
"Shut up," Veronica said with a laugh as she readjusted herself on the bed so she was straddling him. Very, very carefully pressing her body into him, she began to unbutton the rest of the buttons on his shirt. One, two, three, four... She spread it open and leaned down, kissing his chest.
"Veronica..." Logan said, but Veronica placed a finger to his lips.
"I didn't say you could talk," she said in a sing-song voice.
Logan groaned. "Your elbow is breaking my rib."
"Oh, sorry! Sorry," Veronica said, moving quickly to relieve the pain. "I didn't..."
"Shh, it's okay," Logan assured her and Veronica was reminded once again how gentle and... loving Logan could be. Logan kissed her now, but it was a different sort of kiss. This one was soft and lingering. It had a slow, romantic build that might have ended in a climax all its own if Logan didn't pull away, breathless. "No offense, Veronica, but your breath isn't so great either."
"Toothpaste time," Veronica said with a grin, climbing out of bed.
She made her way to the bathroom with Logan following her. She reached the sink and pulled her pink toothbrush from the holder. Logan reached around her to get his own and his arm brushed against her side. It was a small bit of contact, a lot less than they had just a few minutes ago, but it electrified her entire body.
They both froze. Veronica stared down at her toothbrush. All she could feel was the heat of Logan's nearness. "Logan?"
"Yeah?" he said from behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck.
"We don't necessarily have to kiss." Veronica turned around. Her eyes met Logan's and the two just looked at each other for what felt like forever. Just staring. Taking each other in. She wanted to touch him so badly, just to feel his skin under hers.
Logan shook his head. His hand came towards her in slow motion it seemed, then it was on her body... her hip, her side, sliding across her breast. Veronica traced her own hand up and down his chest, dancing her fingertips around his nipples, down his stomach. She slipped her hand inside his pants and brushed her fingers lightly against his hair.
They maintained eye contact. Never flinching, never looking away. Veronica could see the desire in Logan's eyes and it made her even hotter.
"What do you want me to do, Veronica?" Logan said, his voice low. It was the single sexiest phrase Veronica had ever heard.
"Fuck me," Veronica said, the words coming out very slowly. She wanted to sound in control, even though she was so far from it. Both of them were... but that was okay. That was essentially what love was, right? Loss of control over your heart and your body and...
Not breaking eye contact, Logan pushed Veronica against the sink. She could feel his erection against her thigh and it made her want it more.
"Mmm," Veronica said, finally admitting she had no control. Still, her eyes stayed focused on Logan's. Logan managed to push her pajama bottoms down without looking.
His hand dipped between her thighs, testing her. "You're so wet," Logan said. He was a big fan of stating the obvious. Veronica forgave him, though, as his fingers began to work their magic. He caressed up her thigh before bringing his fingertips to her clit, gently massaging it. Only a few seconds of that before he slid a finger inside her.
Veronica's hips moved almost of their own accord, pushing Logan's finger deeper into her.
"You like that?" Logan asked. He knew she did. He was taunting her with his words. He liked to do that when they had sex. Taunting was always his preferred form of foreplay, anyway. Even if this was slightly... different.
"I want you to fuck me," Veronica said again, denying him the satisfaction he would get if she confirmed his remark. Even in love, even during sex, the competition never ended. That was one thing that made being with him fun, exciting. Challenging.
Veronica won. Logan obliged, removing his finger and helping her take off his pants (though not before tickling her clit evilly.) He stood there in front of her in all his glory for what felt like the longest time. Veronica had to fight not to break eye contact but finally she couldn't help it and glanced down.
His dick was hard and she was ready. And yet he stood there as if waiting for something. As if trying to torture her.
"Logan..."
"Say it."
"I did."
"Say it again."
"Fuck me. Now," Veronica said.
Logan embraced her, using his hips to push her back against the sink. She could feel his cock. Though she wasn't exactly surprised, feeling it against her skin again made it seem much more real. Much more... immediate. And she needed him inside her immediately.
He helped her wrap her legs around him (they fumbled a bit, Veronica ending up with a few bruises on her rear end but she barely noticed) and he pinned her against the sink. His cock teased at her lips for a second before he pushed inside her, filling her body with a sense of fullness and Logan. "God," Veronica breathed as she began to move with his slow, calculated thrusts. It wasn't their first time (the first time had been a disaster mingling with perfection, need and want and a seat belt sticking her in her back) but it felt as good as that first time, when she had come under his tongue and later peeled herself off of his backseat.
Logan's speed increased ever so slightly, his cock pushing deeper inside of her. Veronica's hands grasped at his back, pulling him ever closer and closer. Closer was never enough, it seemed.
Logan groaned as she squeezed his shoulder hard as she came. It didn't take long before he was coming inside her as well. Pain always did the trick.
Even in love, they may have been a little fucked up but what did it matter?
They stayed in that position for a while, him not moving from his place within her, until Veronica said, "Logan, this sink isn't really comfortable."
Logan laughed and helped her down. Then he kissed her, bad breath be damned. "I love you."
The phone rang. It was a loud, angry sound invading their moment. "I should get that," Veronica said reluctantly. She pulled her pants up as she walked back to the bedroom. Sighing, she answered the phone.
"Veronica Mars?"
"Yes?"
"We need you to identify a body that washed up on the beach. We believe it to be your father."
Veronica's knees gave out from under her and she faintly felt Logan's arms catch her.