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Logan and Veronica

silverponies — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 12:02:34 GMT

Cuteness abounds. (Under the cut)

He felt so stupid. Veronica probably thought he was a complete idiot now, as opposed to only the part-idiot he knew she thought he was before. He stretched his legs out on the couch and sighed. He felt like something was ending. A door was closing inside his mind. He recalled the phrase ‘when one door closes, another door opens’ and contemplated making it his inspirational voicemail message of the day for tomorrow. There was a knock at the door and he sighed once again, swinging his legs off the sofa and mumbling to himself that it was about time room service showed up. He’d ordered those pork chops twenty minutes ago. As he made his way to the door, there was another knock, this time harsher and more pronounced. “Alright, alright I’m coming already.” Room service were getting so pushy these days, anyone would think he wasn’t paying seven hundred dollars a night for this room. He opened the door. “It’s about ti-”. He froze. “Veronica.”

“Logan.” Silence filled the gaping hole between them.

“Okay, uh if you came over to get your shirt back I don’t know if that’s going to happen because that little girl-the one with me in the elevator, really liked it and she took it home and-”

“I still love you.”

Logan stood there shocked. Had he just heard her right?

“I’m sorry that I pushed you away but I needed to think. I mean, you slept with Madison Sinclair. Queen of all evil and also the girl that ultimately caused me to get raped.”

Logan looked down. He wasn’t even sure why he did it. He told her he never wanted to hurt her, only protect her. But then he went and did this... For the second time that night he cursed himself for being so stupid.

“I was so mad at you, you know that? I couldn’t believe you’d done that and I didn’t think I could ever get over it.” She stopped and took a breath. Logan was still staring at his shoes. She continued. “But then I listened to your message.” Logan looked up. “I know you’re sorry for what you did and I know that you’d never intentionally do anything to hurt me. It’ll take time for me to fully trust you again but…I still love you Logan. I don’t think I could ever stop, it’s like a curse.”

“A curse?” Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, a really good curse.” She replied smiling and taking a step toward him.

“Veronica, trust me if there was anything in the world I could take back it would be that, it really does make me ill to think about it and I left straight afterwards. I don‘t even know why I did it. I’m so, so sorry and I promise I will do anything it takes for you to trust me again, whatever I need to do I’ll do it, I-”

“Will you just shut up and kiss me already?” She said breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in and hungrily attacked her mouth with his. God he’d missed this. It had been what, a week? He couldn’t survive without her for one week. Well, she was Veronica Mars. And she loved him.

Post Partum, 17/?, NC-17, LoVe

zaftig_darling — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 00:33:21 GMT

Veronica Mars Fic: Post Partum
Title: Post Partum, Part 17/?
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan
Word Count: 2500
Rating: NC-17 (this part) for sex
Summary: motherhood changes Veronica
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: adult language and sex that might be construed as fetishy. The idea for this chapter came to me after reading all the "First Time" fics a vm_library, which covered pretty much every "first time" I could think of, except for, 'the first time after a baby'. This chapter can stand alone if you know that Logan and Veronica are married, Logan and Veronica have recently had a baby, and Veronica is struggling with exhaustion and post partum depression following the birth of their baby
Disclaimer: I don't own rights to this. Written as a tribute only. No copyright infringement is intended.

Many thanks to vanessagalore for the beta.

Part 17 (and links to all prior parts)

Welcome To Neptune (CHAPTER 2 )

soda_pop9 — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 11:49:40 GMT

Title:Welcome To Neptune
Aurthor:Claire
Pairing:LoVe some DuVe,LiWe,DuMe
Raiting:NC-17 for language, sexual situations.Minor Character death (later on)
Summery:AU. When 12-year-old Logan comes to Neptune,Duncan warned him to stay away from Veronica. Now that the Fabfour are older can Logan hide his feelings anymore? What happens when Best friends brake up and dirty secrets are reviled?
Spoilers:Season 1
Aurthors Note: this is not a one-shot there are around 31 chapters

Chapter 2

Then

Logan was lying down on a lounge chair with Lilly on one side of him and Duncan on the other when Veronica came out in a pale pink bikini, blushing.
Logan’s eyes went wide at the sight of her and so did Duncan’s, Lilly saw the way Logan was looking at Veronica, and intently puffed out her chest.

“Hey Logan” Lilly purred but he never looked her way.
“Hey guys” Veronica said as she sat on the other side of Duncan
“Hey Ronnie, why don’t we go and take a dip?” Logan said as he held out his hand for her
“Ronnie?” Lilly and Duncan asked in union
“Yeah, that’s my nickname for her” he said before taking Veronica in the pool before pushing her in and jumping after her.
“I’m going to get you Echolls!” Veronica shouted making Logan laugh.
“You’re going to have to catch me” Logan said and ducked under the water along with Veronica.
“Donut you have to talk to him” Lilly hissed
“It’s not like I can tell him to stay away from her now; they haven’t left each other’s side, except for when Veronica was changing” Duncan said
“Veronica is acting different and I like it; except the part how Logan is only paying attention to her” Lilly said with a scowl across her face
As veronica swam under the water; she couldn’t find Logan, until she felt two-hand wrap around her waist, pulling her up to the surface and tickling her sides.
“Lo…. Logan…sto…. stop” Veronica laughed as Logan kept tickling her.
“What do I get if I stop?” Logan asked
“I…. I…wont…. hurt…you” Veronica laughed only making Logan tickle her more.
“What about a little kiss” Logan said making Veronica blush.
“Fi…fine just…stop tickling me” Veronica laughed and suddenly Logan stopped and made her face him.
“And what about that kiss” Logan asked with a little smile and a glint of hope in his eyes.
Veronica blushed before leaning forward and brushing her lips across his, as Logan tried to make the kiss more passionate Veronica pulled away. She was embarrassed to admit that that was her first kiss so she didn’t want to make it more in case she made a fool of her self.
Logan saw she was embarrassed, and stroked her cheek. He wasn’t used to girls who would blush and pull away; all the girls he knew acted older then they were, and most the time it wasn’t a good thing.
“Um…maybe we should get out and dry off?” Veronica said and Logan blushed
“Ahhh…I will in a few” Logan mumbled as he swam deeper into the pool.
Veronica gave a confused ‘ok’ before leaving the pool.
Lilly and Duncan both seeing them kiss spat their drinks “What the hell?” the both mumbled.
Lilly was confused, out of all the years she knew Veronica Mars, she always knew that Veronica wasn’t somebody to make the first move, so what the hell was going on?
Duncan was angry, his best friend since they where seven had just kissed the girl of his dreams. Oh yeah he defiantly needed to do something before it was too late.
Veronica walked up to her lounge chair and wouldn’t look at Lilly or Duncan because she was still blushing.
“Hey Logan can I talk to you for a second?” Duncan yelled out to Logan who was still in the pool cooling off.
“Yeah just give a second,” Logan yelled back before swimming over to the stairs and getting out of the pool.

As Logan walked over to them, he winked at veronica, which made her blush even more, Duncan quickly stood up and dragged Logan into the house.
Lilly stood up and sat beside Veronica on the lounge chair that Duncan was just on and smiled at her.

“Veronica I have to tell you something” Lilly said and Veronica turned to her.
“I really like Logan, and I was thinking that I am going to ask him out” Lilly continued and Veronica’s smile dropped.
“Oh that’s great” Veronica stuttered.
Veronica knew she had no chance against Lilly because Lilly was what all the guys wanted, and she was just shy, innocent Veronica.

“I know, I feel like me and Logan have a connection, you know?” Lilly smiled and Veronica nodded.“Oh my gosh I have like the greatest idea ever! What if you date the
Donut? You two are like the perfect match. We could go double dating and everything” Lilly stopped to squeal “And imagine if you two get married, then me and you
would be sisters!” Lilly squealed again and Veronica managed a little smile.

“Yeah, that would be great” Veronica turned her face away from Lilly as a deep frown made its way to her face.

Duncan pulled Logan inside, and dragged him to the kitchen, where he poured Logan and himself glass of lemonade.
“So isn’t she great?” Duncan said
“Veronica...yeah she’s awesome” Logan said with a bright smile.

“You know she is the girl I told you about over summer camp. I’m thinking about asking her out, me and her where like made for each other” Duncan shot Logan a
bright smile and instantly Logan’s face dropped.

“Oh” Logan sighed
“Lilly always said Veronica and me where made for each other and would end up married some day, I hope we do” Duncan said and sat down on a stool.
“Are you sure you want to go out with her, I mean there are other girls out there” Logan said trying to change is friends mind.
“No one like her though” Duncan said shooting Logan a glare “Look I saw you kiss her, if you don’t want to destroy our friend ship you will just have to stop hitting on Veronica. We were made for each other” Duncan said and shot Logan another glare that looked like a warning.
“How am I supposed to stay away from her?” Logan spat
“Ignore her, show her you’re not interested” Duncan said
“Yeah” Logan mumbled before walking out of his kitchen, and back outside where he sat back down next to Lilly, without looking at Veronica.

He couldn’t believe this; he was only in Neptune for two days and feel in love with Veronica only to have Duncan tell him to stay away from her. This was completely stupid; how was he supposed to stay away from Veronica when he was head over heals for her?
He turned and looked at Veronica, she shot him a smile and before he could smile back Duncan came out side and shot him a glare, all Logan could do was turn away and not look at her.

After the sun went down, and the Kane’s drivers came to pick Lilly and Duncan up, Duncan shot him a warning glare before stepping into the limo.
Logan and veronica sat beside the pool with their feet in the water, sitting silently until Veronica turned to Logan.

“Are you ok?” she asked him and he snapped out of his thought.
‘What?” he asked while not looking at her.
“Well ever since you came out of the kitchen earlier today with Logan you haven’t spoken a word to me,” she said making Logan feel bad.
“It’s not that I’m ignoring you, it’s” Logan stopped to put his fingers through his hair and sighed.
“What did you and Duncan talk about Logan?” Veronica asked
“He just wanted ask me if I was enjoying Neptune so far “ Logan lied
“It’s just that when I smiled at you earlier, then Duncan comes out of the kitchen you suddenly turn away from me and then the rest of the day you ignore me.
“Hey do you think you would want to hang out tomorrow, just the two of us, we don’t have to tell the other two?” Logan said changing the subject
“Sure” Veronica smiled

Just to let everyone know that this will be a LoVe, I don’t like DuVe since well Duncan cheated on Veronica, but I will not make him a creepy stalker like he was in my other fics, but if you want to see some LoVe in the future then I guess your going to have to Review.

Welcome To Neptune

soda_pop9 — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 10:58:57 GMT

Title: Welcome To Neptune
Author: Claire
Pairing/Character: LoVe some DuVe,LiWe,DuMe
Rating: NC-17 for language, sexual situations.Minor Character death
Summary: AU. When 12-year-old Logan comes to Neptune,Duncan warned him to stay away from Veronica. Now that the Fabfour are older can Logan hide his feelings anymore? What happens when Best friends brake up and dirty secrets are reviled?
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 1.

Ok so this is my new story and there are a few things you should know, this is set before Lilly died and I will decide later i Ok so this is my new story and there are a few things you should know, this is set before Lilly died and im not going to tell you if she dies…surprises people. And yes this will be LoVe but also Duncan friendly )

When it says Then it mean like when they where 12, anyway I hope you like my new story…it should be a happy one. I also would like to thank my Wonderful beta vmfan387 who read through my story and made sure there were no mistakes! Thanks a bunch!

Anyone who reads FanFic should know these first few chapters and know me as .SoDa.PoP9

Enjoy

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Then

As soon as Logan stepped out of the limo he herd other kids laughing and screaming, he looked around and noticed a large oval that had a bunch of girl playing soccer.

Logan felt a hand on his shoulder and turned around “Hey lets go and say hi” Duncan said as he dragged his friend over to the crowd that surrounded the field.

Logan had just moved to Neptune and the only person he knew was Duncan, he had never met his friend’s sister or any of his friends.

As soon as Duncan found out that Logan had moved to Neptune he quickly dragged Logan out of his house and pushed him into the limo telling the driver to take them to the park.

Logan and Duncan ran over to the oval just in time to see a petite girl with Blond piggy tails, a green top and shorts along with knee high socks, kicking the soccer ball into the goal. Everyone cheered along with Duncan.

Everyone on the soccer team started to walk back to their families along with the petite girl who was walking towards them. Logan’s breath caught in his throat as he saw her smile at them, before she was knocked over by another girl who was slightly taller.

“Yay veronica you won” the girl said as she helped the petite blonde girl to stand back up on her feet.

“Who’s that?” Logan whispered in Duncan’s ear.

“Oh that’s my sister Lilly” Duncan smiled and Logan kept his eyes on the petite girl

“Lilly” he whispered.

As the girl walked up in front of them the petite girl smiled at Logan “Hi…you must be new, I’ve never seen you around here before” she smiled making Logan give her a goofy smile.

“Duncan told me your name was Lilly” Logan smiled

“Um…that would be me” the taller girl said and stepped in front of the petite girl making Logan’s smile drop.

“And if you need anything while you’re here in my town” Lilly stepped right in front of Logan so their chest where touching “Anything at all…just ask” she grinned and Logan stumbled a little.

“Ahhh…so what’s your name” he said and ignored Lilly by stepping away and facing the petite girl.

“Veronica” she smiled and held her hand out to Logan “Logan Echolls” Logan said and shook her hand and when they both felt sparks go through them they dropped each others hand. Logan gave her another goofy smile and Veronica blushed making Lilly look at them warily.

“So how old are you?” Veronica asked

“Im twelve and I will be starting school at Neptune high soon”

“Me too” Veronica smiled

“So what there to do around here?” Logan asked veronica and she smiled

“Well if you want we could go and get ice-cream,” Veronica said as they both ignored the Kane glares.

“Grate” Logan said as he grabbed veronica’s arms and dragged her towards the limo “Why don’t you show me”

As the Kane’s followed Logan and Veronica they both looked annoyed, Lilly liked the new boy and thought that she would love to turn that goofy smile into a sexy grin, but she also noticed that he ignored her and that ticked her off.

The only time Lilly didn’t care if a boy ignored her is if he were trying to get with her best friend, in that case she would encourage it. But Logan Echolls was different and his father was the famous Aaron Echolls, oh yeah she wanted the boy to be hers.

Duncan stared after his best friend and the girl of his dreams and didn’t understand what was going on, didn’t Logan realise that she was the girl he told Logan about constantly, the girl he wanted to be married to, to spend the rest of his life with…why was Logan taking her away from him?

As they all got into the limo and drove to the ice-cream parlour, Lilly made sure to sit extra close to Logan “So Logan, what’s it like to have a movie star as a father?” Lilly said stroking his arm.

“Ahhh….” Logan was about to answer before veronica cut in.

“Lilly leave him alone, he just got here and I bet he doesn’t want to be talking about his parents” Logan smiled at her and veronica hid her head as she blushed, Duncan noticed this and began sitting closer to Veronica.

As they all got to the ice-cream parlour Logan held Veronicas hand as he dragged her into the building with the Kane’s following behind them.

“So…what’s your favourite ice-cream?” Veronica asked as they stared thought the glass screen.

“Chocolate” Logan said and Veronica rolled her eyes

“Chocolate? But that so normal, I mean everyone likes chocolate. Come on choose another flavour” Veronica smiled.

“Choc-mint chip?” Logan said as if asking her if that’s the right question making Veronica giggle.

“That’s better…funny that’s my favourite flavour.” As Veronica and Logan where next in line they both ordered the same thing along with Veronica getting Lilly and Duncan’s while the two Kane’s chose a booth to sit in.

“What are Lilly and Duncan having?” Logan asked

“Lilly loves Wild Cherry and Duncan’s having vanilla choc-chip”

“Vanilla?” Logan asked.

“It has choc-chip” Veronica said shrugging her shoulders as she grabbed the other ice creams.

“And you thought my choice was boring” Logan said with a snicker

“I never said it was boring…I said it was normal, and you don’t seem like your normal kind of guy,” Veronica said and Logan reached for the Wild Cherry ice cream

“Here I’ll help you” Logan said and Veronica smiled

As they made there way to the booth Logan gave Lilly her ice cream “Why thank you Logan…how did you know it was my favourite” Lilly purred making Logan step back a bit.

“Ahhh…Veronica bought the ice cream I was just holding it for her” Logan said as he sat down next to Veronica making Lilly frown.

The rest of the day went great for Logan, he loved hearing Veronica speak, and the more she talked to him the more he liked her. Neither Logan nor veronica noticed that Duncan and Lilly where both plotting something.

“Donut we have to get Logan away from Veronica” Lilly said

“Why?”

“Don’t play stupid Donut, we both know Logan is making a move on her and Veronica is falling for it, you need to tell her you like her…then drag her away from Echolls.”

“But what happens if Logan try’s to make a move on her?” Duncan asks

“Tell him that you like her and if he want to stay friends with you, he needs to back off, then I will make a move on him and trap him in my web” Lilly said with a evil glint in her eyes.

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“We will just have to make sure they are never around each other’ Lilly said with a shrug of her shoulders.

“So Ronnie, I was wondering if you would like to come over after school, we could go for a dip in my pool” Logan said and had to try and keep the pleading look out of he’s eyes.

“Sure I would love to but I don’t have my bathing suit with me” veronica said

“It’s ok you can use one of my sisters” Logan said with a bright a smile which made Veronica blush.

“So are you ready to go?” Duncan asked them making them break eye contact.

“What?” Logan asked

“You said we should all go for a swim at your place” Lilly said with a small grin.

“Oh ah well….” This was not what Logan wanted; he wanted to spend alone time with veronica. He had never met a girl like her so sweet and shy, she reminded Logan of an angle, but she had a certain kick to her that Logan thought she didn’t show much, which was what had Logan hooked.

Veronica couldn’t believe this, Logan was actually interested in her and it kind of made her feel strange, no one was ever interested in her since her best friend was Lilly Kane. She had to admit she was angry at Lilly and Duncan when the invited them selves over to Logan’s because she just wanted to spend time with him.

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Two Fics

adja999 — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 15:47:09 GMT

Title: The Night Of Revenge
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Author: Adja999
Pairing/Character: Mac, Dick.
Word Count: 7,893
Rating: PG-13?
Spoilers: 2x22
Summary: I changed a few things in 2x22. Cassidy's not the killer. Though if you like him, you won't like my story. It's a MaDi interaction. Takes place during Grad Night.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't care. Will keep playing.
A/N: This is an old story of mine I never posted here. I figured I’d do it now because the sequel comes right after.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six

Title: Poker, you game?
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Author: Adja999
Beta: x3tinkerbell07 from FF.net
Characters: Mac, Dick, Logan, Veronica mostly.
Word Count: 8,632
Rating: PG-13?
Spoilers: Up to 2x22.
Summary: Sequel to The Night of Revenge. When you decide to get revenge, you have to face the consequences. What will happened now?

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven

Community/Challenge Update

taken_with_you — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 14:04:56 GMT

Hi everyone! Your mod has been a very busy bee lately. After up and moving halfway across the country, I've been job hunting and settling in to my new home. Needless to say, it's been craaaaaazy busy. I know several authors are still working on their "Different Time and Place" fics, as am I, and so I probably won't "end" the challenge until sometime late this week/early next week. I've heard some great ideas, and I hope everyone is still working, because I'd love to see the fics from this one.

Email, IM or comment if you be needing an'thin. ;-)

The Different Time and Place Smutathon Challenge!

taken_with_you — Fri, 10 Aug 2007 00:31:38 GMT

Have you ever wondered what Veronica and Logan's relationship would have been like set against the backdrop of World War 2 Germany? Or Weevil and V's secret amour in 1950's New York City, a la West Side Story? How would Duncan and Wallace as undercover lovers work in the Wild West? Only YOU know the answer... Presenting the "Different Time and Place" Smutathon Challenge!

Please pimp this like she’s yo ho. :D

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The prompt for this round is that the smut must occur in a ...um, different time and place. Regency England is totally my ho, so anything else is fair game!

The regular Rules pretty much stay the same, but give 'em a gander so as not to goof up, k?

Rules are as follows:

1. Fics must be at least 2000 words. No one wants to read your drabble. Write us a novel, baby!

2. Fics MUST be R - NC-17. It's called a SMUTathon for a reason, yo.

3. Fics must be submitted by September 30th at 11:59pm EST to be considered for voting.

4. Fics must include characters/couples from Veronica Mars. All couples are welcome!! Even though L/V is prevalent in our fandom, this is a smutathon community for *everyone*! (Please note: while I appreciate the time and effort that goes into creating original characters, no fics will be accepted that features an OC.)

5. Fics must be written with correct grammar/spelling/punctuation or they will be deleted. PLEASE do not submit fics that have not been beta'ed. If you do not have your own editor, please visit vm_betas, or seek a fellow writer for some mutually-assured beta-ing.

No official sign-ups, 'cause that's a pain in the ass, but feel free to comment if you know for sure you're going to write us something fabulous!

Lies and Misdemeanors Part 4a/4 (LoVe) NC-17

kimikochan — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 09:41:04 GMT

Title: Lies and Misdemeanors: Part IVa
Author: Kimikochan
Paring/Character: Logan/Veronica, with occasional appearances by the usual suspects
Word count: 12,445
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Logan & Veronica begin to rebuild their relationship when an old foe resurfaces, plunging them into another mystery.
Spoilers: Except for a couple little tweaks, this story follows canon through 3.11 “Poughkeepsie, Tramps and Thieves.” Anything beyond 3.11, I consider rubbish in the stinkiest sense of the word, hence the alternate ending.
Warnings: swearing & smut
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: In the interest of full disclosure, I am one of those people who will occasionally read ahead to the last page of a mystery, so I'm poking fun at myself. Many thanks to my beta rindee, whose aversion to the words "that" and "then" has made me a better writer. She and taken_with_you kicked me into gear, so hopefully I'll be wrapping this one up soon. Originally written for the Alternate Ending Challenge at vm_library.

Rewind to Part I, Part II, Part III

Lies and Misdemeanors: Part IVa

Fic: The Black Hole (NC-17)

afrocurl — Thu, 12 Jul 2007 05:20:46 GMT

Title: The Black Hole
Author: afrocurl
Characters/Pairings: It should be clear by the end of the fic who this is about, but I'll leave it up to you to think about until then.
Rating: NC-17 for strong sexual content
Spoilers: Through The Bitch is Back, but they're pretty vague if you're being picky.
Summary: They do this far too often, and something should tell them that it's never going to end well.
Word Count: 2279
Disclaimer: Not associated with RT, The CW or WB. I'm just borrowing them. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: Character death and strong sexual content. Enough of a warning for you?
Notes: Thanks to delicatelight and starxd_sparrow for the beta. At this point, all mistakes are my own. This is something really different for me, and I understand if that is weird to any of you. This whole thing was inspired by a book I read in college called La Jalousie by Alain Robbe-Grillet.

He knows that these are a bad idea—an explosion waiting to happen, a time bomb ticking too fast down to zero—but he can’t help but be drawn to her.

The Motel Match Smutathon Challenge!

taken_with_you — Tue, 03 Jul 2007 17:15:43 GMT

It's undeniable...sometimes just a change of location can be all the spice your sex life needs... Outdoors in the backyard... In a neighbor's swimming pool... In the stacks at the library... But... a motel?!

Oh, yes. Paying by the hour is so tawdry...

Please pimp this like she’s yo ho. :D

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The prompt for this round is that the smut must occur in a motel/hotel. As easy as this prompt appears to be, put your thinking caps on, y'all. Are they trapped in a motel room a la "Vacancy"? Is it a survellience job gone wrong? Is Veronica undercover as a hooker, only to find out LOGAN/WEEVIL/LAMB/DEAN WINCHESTER is her john? Strive for extraordinary, guys!

The regular Rules pretty much stay the same, but give 'em a gander so as not to goof up, k?

Rules are as follows:

1. Fics must be at least 2000 words. No one wants to read your drabble. Write us a novel, baby!

2. Fics MUST be R - NC-17. It's called a SMUTathon for a reason, yo.

3. Fics must be submitted by Tuesday July 31st at 11:59pm CST to be considered for voting.

4. Fics must include characters/couples from Veronica Mars. All couples are welcome!! Even though L/V is prevalent in our fandom, this is a smutathon community for *everyone*! (Please note: while I appreciate the time and effort that goes into creating original characters, no fics will be accepted that features an OC.)

5. Fics must be written with correct grammar/spelling/punctuation or they will be deleted. PLEASE do not submit fics that have not been beta'ed. If you do not have your own editor, please visit vm_betas, or seek a fellow writer for some mutually-assured beta-ing.

No official sign-ups, 'cause that's a pain in the ass, but feel free to comment if you know for sure you're going to write us something fabulous!

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Fic: IntheVAST- Variations on a Theme (Nc-17) Lilly, Logan, Veronica, Weevil

inthevast — Tue, 26 Jun 2007 06:57:41 GMT

Title: Variations on a Theme
Author: InTheVAST
Pairing/Character: Lilly, Logan/Veronica, Lilly/Weevil
Word Count: 8000
Rating: NC-17 (sex, language, violence)
Summary: Lilly's going to get back at Logan for messing around with Veronica.
Spoilers: Season one and reading the prequel to this, Like Leather on Skin, should be all you need. This fic takes place the day after it.

A/N: Late for both challenges, but this was for vmwhat_if and the "Dire Straits challenge" at the vm_library. I never would have gotten through this, if not for the most wonderful, insightful rindee beta-ing this in bits and pieces until the end, and giving me all of the bestest suggestions. How someone gets to be so smart, I do not know.

I’m too good for this school.

Weevil’s M.I.A and Lilly’s not going to get to spend the period cruising down the PCH with him, like she has been for the past two months. She scans the lunch tables in the quad with a dismissive glance, band geeks, weird goth kids, the boring snobs… even her old crowd seems awkward and unappealing now.

At the stairs, Lilly pauses for a second, pursing her lips thoughtfully.

She doesn’t want to sit alone either; it too pathetic and mopey, not her style.

Her mind is made up when Duncan waves her over from the 09er table, a doped up grin on his face. Looks like the meds have kicked in. Daddy and Mommy will be sooo pleased…

Lilly finds herself smiling gratefully at her brother, hips sashaying as she makes her way to the 09er section. At her approach, Logan looks up from his Dim Sum and glares openly.

“Damn, Lil’!” Dick shouts, eyeing her mini-skirt, sliding further up her thighs with every step. “Lookin’ hot.”

She sits down next to Duncan, in Veronica’s usual spot. A quick glance across the table reveals either Veronica is absent or pouting in a bathroom somewhere. Lately, Lilly hasn’t had time to keep up with Veronica’s drama, whether it‘s Duncan or mom related.

It’s not like she can just invite Veronica to hang out with her now, the girl could barely muster enough up courage to skip out on Homecoming. And there’s absolutely no way pretty--in--pink Mars could get through the Tijuana rave Lilly's planning on hitting with Weevil this weekend, at least, not without having a fit of the vapors.

Sometimes, people just grow apart, and while she misses Veronica, it‘s probably for the best. The girl just refuses to live a little, take a risk now and then!

Lilly pushes away guilty thoughts of her former best friend, crossing her legs as she makes herself comfortable. Dick tracks the movement with an appreciative stare, and she rolls her eyes, but as usual, it doesn’t seem to deter him.

He leans forward eagerly, swiping shaggy blonde bangs to the side. “You free tonight Lil’? It’s been a while since you’ve spent some time with the Dickster.”

“Sorry, bud,” Logan smoothly cuts in. “I think Lilly‘s already got a full schedule of dick, if you know what I mean.”

Lilly smirks back at Logan, flipping glossy ribbons of hair over her shoulder. Could he be any more obviously jealous? If it wasn’t for certain… family gifts- she would’ve cut him loose and never looked back the moment he left that stupid, whiny note in her car. She should’ve known he wouldn’t be able to handle a little fun with her and Weevil.

“Yeah, sorry, Dick, but Logan’s right,” she says to Dick with feigned sweetness, but her eyes are cold as she stares at Logan.

Dick snickers, looking back and forth between them. Finally, when he turns his amorous attentions to Caitlin Ford, the washed up blonde sitting next to him, Lilly leans forward and speaks in a low murmur, just loud enough for Logan‘s ears. “I’ve finally found someone who does it for me.”

Logan’s eyes darken, and she watches his throat work as if in pain. There are shadows under his eyes, he looks like he hasn’t slept in who-knows-when, and admittedly, a part of her is slightly gleeful that she can still do this to him. It’s powerful… intoxicating.

“Come on guys,” Duncan says cheerfully, flinging his arm around her shoulders and smiling at Logan. “Can’t we all just get along?”

“Tell that to Veronica,” Logan spits, shoving his plate of Chinese to the center of the table as he gets up and stomps away.

“What’s your problem, dude?” Duncan yells at Logan’s retreating back.

The Kanes watch in silence as Logan stalks across the courtyard, his hands balled into fists. Duncan turns his attentions back to his adoring masses with a patented shrug, but Lilly’s still watching, eyes narrowing as Logan passes by an almost empty table, one that’s solely occupied by a certain petite blonde.

Veronica looks up as Logan walks by, her face twisted in wistful longing as, unseeing, he continues past her. Lilly doesn’t miss a second of it, not Veronica’s delicate, doll like features falling in rejection, or the fact that Logan walked several tables out of his way to avoid Veronica.

Something’s going on.

It takes two periods, but Lilly gets to the bottom of it. After some careful digging, Madison confides that she was about to enter the bathroom yesterday when she heard certain noises… It sounded suspiciously like Logan making out with someone in one of the stalls, but Madison has no idea who the girl with him was.

“I thought it was you!” She says with fake innocence, her eyes lighting up at the thought that it might‘ve been another girl.

“Oh, it was. I just wanted to see if anyone else knew,” Lilly replies easily, successfully concealing her irritation behind fluttering lashes and a broad smirk. “I thought I heard someone come in. I’m not quite ready for the news to get around, you know?”

Lilly waves goodbye with an icy smile and heads outside to meet Dullnut for a ride home. Inwardly, she’s seething. How dare Logan fuck around with her best friend.

He’s sooo going to regret that.
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He likes the way their skin looks together; hers pure, pale white, as smooth and cool as milk, his rough, brown, and tattooed. There’s just something right about it, her being in his arms as they lounge against the headboard of his bed.

Their fingers entwine. Lilly sighs as he runs his other hand down her smooth belly, fingers splaying over the shadows cast by the brilliant sunlight slanting through the window blinds.

“Everything okay, babe?”

“I’m fine,” she says, turning to face him, the smile on her perfectly curved lips not quite reaching her eyes.

Strange as it is, he knows her. They haven’t been together long, but he already feels closer to her than any girl he’s ever been with. And now, he’s got this gut feeling something’s bothering her.

“You know you can talk to me,” he suggests gently, kneading her arm. She hisses in pain, and his fingers still.

“What the…” he breathes. She pulls away, but he holds fast, studying her arm. He feels sick when he sees the bruises dappled across her skin, purple and green, like something rotten.

“Who did this to you?” he yells, pulling away the sheets to examine the rest of her naked body, but there are no other marks. The rest of her skin is clean and flawless.

“Weevil…” Deep emerald, filling with tears, her eyes are fixed on his. There’s no turning back, no doubt in his head, he‘s going to find out what happened.

“Who did this, baby?” he asks, trying to be gentle in his clumsy way, to ease it out of her. He rubs soothing circles into her back and pulls her close. She sniffles on his shoulder.

“Christ, please tell me, Lil,” he pleads, but he‘s pretty sure he already knows the answer. “It was Logan wasn’t it?” He chokes. “That fuckin’… I’m gonna fuckin’ kill that fuckin’ bitch.”

“It was my fault,” Lilly insists, hands clenching over his, stopping him when he tries to grab his shirt from the side of the bed.

“When? When did it happen?”

“Today, I saw him- with Veronica. They were outside, by his X-terra… I thought it was weird you know? They’ve never really been friends. But he was leaning in, touching her hair. I’ve seen it all before,” she says bitterly. “He was trying to seduce her.”

Sweet, innocent Veronica Mars. In his English class, the girl with the sad eyes.

“I know he was trying to get back at me,” Lilly whispers, a single tear sliding down her cheek. “So I waited for Veronica to leave, then I told him to stay away from her. He grabbed me, twisted my wrist.”

She wraps her arms around herself. Knuckles knotted and white, Weevil expels a breath full of pure loathing. That fucker. Oh, I’m going to make him pay, he’s gonna hurt, I’m gonna kick his fuckin’ head in. How dare he touch my girl.

“I’ll take care of it, babe.” He reaches for her, feeling her skin against him, her soft breasts pressed to his side. Her eyelashes tickle his shoulder as her hands drape around his neck.

“I know you will. It’s just … I’m still worried about Veronica,” she murmurs after a while. “Maybe you could spend some time around her? Keep her away from him?”

He shrugs against her, brushing a few silky strands of hair from her face. “Me? Hang out with Blondie? The Sheriff's daughter? Nuh uh. But I'll tell you what I can do; I’ll keep Echolls away from her. I‘ll see to it personally, so don’t worry, it’s done. I got it.”

“Veronica once said you were cute,” she says softly, with a small laugh. “Wouldn’t it be funny if you, you know, hit on her? Can you imagine Logan’s face?”

“The only way I want to imagine that pendejo's face is under my fists, while I’m bashing it in,” he replies stiffly, gently extracting himself from her arms.

She mock pouts, beautiful cat like eyes sparkling as she watches him. “You don’t think she’s pretty?”

“Yeah, she’s pretty,” he mutters, putting his hands behind his head and falling back on his pillow. “Matter a’ fact, she’s very pretty. But she still ain‘t you, you’re beautiful all over.”

She smirks, leaning on top of him and kissing his throat. “We should all hang out sometime.”

“No more talking about Veronica okay?” he says with a sigh, one hand sliding through her tresses as her warm lips trail lower, down his abs.

“No more,” she agrees. “But Logan… you’ll take care of him right?” The question is puff of air against his hipbone.

“Anything you want,” he groans, as the pink tip of her tongue slides up the seam of his cock. Swallowing, he closes his eyes, a skein of gold wrapped ‘round his fist, and there’s no more talk about Veronica or Logan.

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She hates him. The endless, punishing litany runs through her mind when he passes by her at lunch without even a sideways glance. Once again, Veronica’s reduced to nothing. Over and over, she stabs her spork into her mystery meat until, finally, the bell rings.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. No one talks to her. For the first time ever, she skips last period and pep squad practice.

It’s Logan’s fault. If he hadn’t made her believe he cared about her, she’d be comfortably numb, not restless and confused, not again. She trusted him, confided in him, about Lilly, Duncan, her mother, but in the end, he turned out to be the same as all the others. Cut from the same damn, self-absorbed cloth.

When Veronica gets to the parking lot, she considers going home, telling her dad she’s not feeling well. But he doesn‘t need that, doesn’t need to worry about her even more than he already is. She can’t handle the thought of further burdening him.

With a deep sigh, she walks past cars that cost more than her house, her backpack heavy on her shoulders. She can see Logan‘s X-terra up ahead. A tiny, vindictive part of her itches to let out all the air in his tires out. She doesn’t though, doesn’t have the energy or the will to hurt him.

He’s a coward, she thinks. Unwanted tears brim in the corners of her eyes. Why did he leave me in the bathroom? Why didn’t he return my calls? He could have at least called, even if it was just to tell me he didn’t like me, wasn’t attracted to me. She knew she could never hope to compete with Lilly, but if he would just tell her… give her something, some reason… other than silence, the not knowing.

Is it something wrong with her? Something ugly or stupid or backward about her? Something Duncan saw -- and now Logan's seen it too?

She stares hard into the gloom of his SUV, as if the dark tinted windows could reveal something. And they do, only it’s something much worse than she could have ever expected.

On the other side of Logan’s truck, she can see several PCHers assaulting someone. Whoever it is, whoever's unlucky enough to have pissed them off, is crumpled on the ground, taking a beating. Not that he has much choice. He’s outnumbered, eight to one.

All the bikers are wearing helmets, and Veronica can’t see over or between them. Taking turns, they’re viciously kicking the guy, in the ribs, gut, and back. She swallows a scream when she hears a crack and a soft groan of pain. Keeping her eyes trained on them, she fumbles for her phone. Her dad will know what to do.

Her fingers are slow and unsteady, and she misdials twice. When the PCHers slow the beating to talk amongst themselves, she almost drops the phone in relief, but her other hand, the one questing for her taser, doesn’t stop until her fingers close around the present her dad got her on her fourteenth birthday.

One of the bikers has backed off the one-sided fight and removed his helmet. She knows him instantly. It’s is a face you can’t really forget, handsome, dark and fierce. It’s Weevil, Lilly’s new boyfriend.

“This is what you get,” Weevil says to the bleeding and broken body before him, his lip curling in disgust. “For putting a hand on Lilly.” He kicks the figure again, the force of the blow causing the other boy to flop onto his back.

Veronica squeezes her eyes shut, feels like she‘s going to throw up. What has Lilly gotten herself mixed up in?

She knows one thing, they can’t keep beating up this guy. He’s bloody, and barely moving. All signs indicate he needs to go to a hospital right away, or else. She cracks open her eyes again, struggles to get it together, she has to come up with a plan, a diversion or something… and that’s when she sees him.

Oh God. No! His face is swollen and bloody but the aristocratic, boyish structure, the strong, angular jaw and aquiline nose are unmistakable. Logan.

When she realizes it’s him, she cries out, comes rushing from behind his car, no longer thinking about her plan to summon help, or her own safety. She has to get to him before they hurt him worse. After she pushes the PCHers away, she can see him clearly.

His head has a deep gash, right below his hairline. One of his eyes is puffed up and will undoubtedly be black by morning. He’s barely conscious, but she can’t see any other injuries, his clothes are probably covering the rest.

Drooping to her knees, she cradles his head in her lap, wrapping her arms around him protectively. “Logan? Logan?”

“Veronica,” he murmurs, his eyes opening a sliver.

“What did you do?” she yells, looking up at Weevil with hatred.

The leader of the gang looks around nervously. Look blondie. There’s a lot going on here you don’t understand,” he says, glancing from her to Logan. “This punk hurt Lilly.”
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“No,” she shakes her head vehemently, sudden tears spilling down her cheeks. “Logan would never do that.”

“That’s not what Lilly said,” Weevil replies, studying his bruised knuckles.

“You don’t even know Lilly! She lies. To everyone, about everything. She manipulates people. It’s how she gets her kicks. And if you think,” Veronica laughs bitterly, “she has any sort of feelings for you, just wait till she stabs you in the back. You weren’t the only one she cheated on when she was with Logan.”

At least Weevil has the decency to look slightly guilty.

“Veronica, just go. I don‘t want you to get hurt…” Logan croaks. “Let them do whatever they want to me."

“Look, we’re not going to do anything to you,” Weevil says to Veronica, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“That’s good,” she replies, reaching into her pocket for her old birthday present.

Weevil sees it immediately, stepping back and putting his hands out in front of him. "Woah, girl. I said we ain't gonna do anything to you, okay?” he repeats.

“I’m going to take Logan,” she tells him, voice quavering. “The bell’s going to ring soon. I don’t think you want to try anything.”

His full mouth quirks into a smile of almost admiration. The rest is something darker, something she can’t quite grasp as he looks from her to Logan and back again.

“Fine.”

She struggles against Logan, trying to help him up. He sags in her arms, but she’s able to lever him high enough to drag him to her car, keeping one wary eye on the PCHers.

He falls back into the passenger seat of her LeBaron, managing to pull in his legs. She rushes to the other side, slamming the door behind her. Leaning over she buckles his seat belt, her other hand hastily twisting the keys in the ignition.

Veronica looks behind, in the rearview mirror as she peels out of the parking lot. She can hear Logan breathing- quick and heavy. She gets onto the freeway as fast as possible, the minutes passing like hours.

“I’m going to take you to the hospital okay?” she says, glancing over at him as she weaves in and out of lanes, fast.

“No,” he groans, slumped in his seat. “Just take me home.”

“You need to go to the hospital, Logan.”

“Listen to me, Veronica,” his voice hitches. “If my dad finds out about this, he’ll do me ten times worse than Weevil and his merry men. Trust me, okay?” She bites her lip and looks over at him. His eyes are clear and lucid, though his tense body radiates suppressed pain.

“Please, Veronica.”

She presses on the gas, taking the exit for the Echolls mansion.

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He leans on her like she’s a crutch, careful not to put too much weight on her. She helps him hobble to the front door, where the realization hits him as she fumbles in his pockets for his keys.

“We need to go to the pool house. My parents might be home soon.”

“Okay,” she says, forehead creasing with concern as he leans on her shoulder again.

It’s getting dark outside, the sun starting to fade over the fake palm trees his mother had planted last summer. He knows Veronica will have to go home soon. Her father, everything by the book.

Slow and steady, she guides him through the entrance and into the pool house. She helps him sit awkwardly on the edge of the bed, her tiny frame barely able to support him.

“Thanks,” he says, smiling weakly up at her. “Do you think you could open the liquor cabinet for me? I could really use a drink.”

Veronica nods, hesitantly walking over to the liquor cabinet and opening it. “What’s your poison?” she asks, rummaging through the bottles.

“Just give me something strong.”

A second later, she presses a cool glass of something clear into his hand. He gulps the fiery mix without question. He doesn’t want to upset her by asking her about the concoction, it might be possibly related to her mom.

The alcohol settles into his stomach, effectively numbing the pain in his ribs and head. He’d lay back down, but he still feels slightly dizzy. Veronica’s eyes are bright and shiny on his, and she reaches forward, touching his hair gently. Her fingers come away slick and red.

“You’re still bleeding,” she murmurs, looking down at the fresh blood.

“There’s a tub full of medicine under the bed. There’s some antiseptic, bandages and stuff like that,” he offers helpfully. There’s a sudden look of shock on her face, delicate blue eyes wide and guileless. It’s only there for a second, and then her face turns hard, her jaw stiffening; he can see her mental resolve as she decides her questions are off limits. She knows enough to come to her own conclusions.

Her decision is strangely relieving. For Lilly, his abuse, and scars, were a fascination, almost a turn on, but with Veronica, her expression is one of pain and burdened silence. She can’t bare to ask him the questions he knows she wants to, or generate any naïve plans to right the wrongs and save him.

Her hands shake when she finds the box, lifts it onto the bed. He watches in silence as she pulls the lid off and begins pulling out the rubbing alcohol and gauze. She soaks a pad of cotton into the alcohol and presses it firmly against his forehead. It stings like a bitch and he hisses, biting into his lip.

“Sorry,” she says softly, “I need to clean it to see how deep it is.” Veronica squints down at him, looking at his forehead as she dabs the cotton against the gash. “It’s not that bad,” she says after a moment, sighing in relief. “Though you definitely shouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon. You might have a concussion.”

He swallows his fast response -- she should keep him up. It’ll sound wrong, and God, he doesn’t want to be an ass to her. Not now. But regardless, the words, though unspoken, seem to hang in the air and he watches, fascinated, as her cheeks turn a vivid, dark pink.

“Could you…?” Her eyes drop shyly to his chest, then lower, demurely to the carpet. “I should check your other injuries.”

“Mars, if you want to see me naked, just ask.”

“Logan.” One elegant eyebrow raises in warning.

He obeys with a shaky grin, slipping one arm and then the other from his tee-shirt. The room tilts alarmingly for a moment, and then rights itself. He pauses for a second before taking it off, unable to peel it over his head right away. He hears her sharp intake of breath and stares down at his own torso, at the red and purple bruises swelling across his ribs.

“It’s not very pretty,” he says, licking his lips and swallowing.

“No, it’s not.” Veronica’s voice is very faint. He watches as she carefully begins to apply the Neosporin over the abrasions. “You really need to go to the hospital,” she frets.

“My mom has a doctor who‘ll come to the house,” he tells her, having no better way to reassure her. “I’ll be fine.”

Her mouth creases in worry, but she says nothing as she begins to wrap the bandages on his chest. He watches her, studying as she sets to the task, her soft hair falling across her face. On impulse, he reaches for the silken strands, pushing them behind her ear so he can see her. He doesn’t know why, but he just needs to see her. He needs to soak up her presence, her touch, while he can.

He observes her eyelashes fluttering, crystalline tears clinging before they slip down her flushed cheeks. His chest constricts.

“Don’t cry, Veronica,” he pleads, pained. “I’m going to be okay.” She sniffles as he gently rubs the tears away with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m sorry,” he says ruefully. “You never should have gotten involved in this.” A second too late, he realizes his words are the wrong ones.

“And- what - what would have happened if I hadn't?” she chokes out, pushing his hand away. “Why is it so hard for you to accept that I want to help you?! God - maybe I should just go.”

She’s crying harder now, sobs wracking her small shoulders. His stomach lurches as she starts throwing her things in her purse, grabbing her car keys from the coffee table, her cell from the edge of the bed.

“No, don’t,” he breathes, lifting himself from the bed, trying to stand on his own. He can’t let her leave like this.

“Logan, stop!” she cries, reaching for him as he staggers toward her. She rushes forward to grab him quickly, helping him to the bed and shouldering him into it.

“What are you thinking?” she demands, easing him back against the pillows. Even though his vision is suddenly filtered through a hazy red, he can see how tense and distressed she looks. She’s trembling, she's that worried, about him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Veronica,” he murmurs against her hair, curling his arm around her waist, drawing her close. “Don’t leave.”

“I won’t,” she promises with a deep, shaky breath, laying across from him, his arms fitting loosely against her sides. She still looks worried and upset though.

“I am sorry about what happened at the parking lot, but I’m glad you were there,” he admits, grimacing at the thought of how he screwed up expressing this earlier. “But what I really need to say is thank you. You stood up for me, and I don’t think anyone other than my mom’s ever done that for me. And I know I don’t deserve it - after what I did to you yesterday….”

“I’m such a fool,” he whispers, and it's not just what he did in the girls' bathroom. It's all this time he's been chasing Lilly, with Veronica right there, with Duncan. He reaches forward to touch her again, brushing her cheekbone before letting his hand drop to trace her soft, parting lips. She captures his fingers and presses a kiss against the tips of them. The simple touch is enough to send a electric surge through his body, so strong it‘s almost painful.

She leans close enough for his mouth to replace his hand. Their lips meet gently, then more ardently as his tongue opens her mouth and she cups the back of his head. He locks his hands around her back, fingers sliding under her tee-shirt to feel her warm, bare skin. She presses her body to his, wrapping her legs around him.

“Veronica,” he moans against her lips.

“Oh!” she gasps, breaking apart, trying to pull away. “I’m hurting you, aren’t I?”

“No,” he says, “Not at all.” And even though it‘s a tiny lie, he’d cheerfully go through a lot more pain to feel this again.

He crushes his lips against hers, and their tongues touch as he falls back, bringing her with him. He’s hard already, just from kissing her, exploring her soft, sweet mouth. She breaks the kiss to tug her tee-shirt over head, smiling shyly at him.

“Is this okay?” she asks hesitantly, her voice soft. She holds her shirt in one hand as if she‘s ready to put it back on. He squints in the darkness, eyes drawn helplessly to her bra, to the delicate pink cups and the satin bow nestled between the supple curves of her breasts.

“Yes,” he says, strangely out of breath. “Yes, it’s… it’s fine. But if you’re more comfortable with your shirt on, it’s good too.”

“I'm not,” she replies, grinning bashfully as she carefully leans against him again, “I like it better when our skin touches.”

“Mmm, good,” he breathes, kissing her throat, feeling her pulse race against his tongue, and he shouldn’t be doing this, not after all that's happened…. They need time, but he wants her more than he’s ever wanted anything, and he can’t make himself stop, not when she’s responding this way, as if she wants him just as badly.

She moans hot in his ear, fingers threading through his hair as he pushes a satin bra strap aside to lay fervent kisses against her shoulder. “Logan,” she says, urgently, “Wait.”

“Oh, shit… I’m sorry,” he curses, pulling away. What in the hell is wrong with him? He should have asked her first.

“No,” she amends quickly, flushing. “I didn’t mean ‘wait’ like that. It’s just… I really care about you - more than Duncan. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone,” she says timidly, “I know I could never compare to Lilly but…”

“God, fuck the Kanes, Veronica. I’m done with her - you mean so much to me, it scares me.”

She sighs happily, giving him a slow, pleased smile. “Kiss me,” she commands in a whisper, and he holds her tight, pressing his mouth greedily against hers. Their tongues touch as his fingers slide up and down the curve of her spine, and she rocks into him, panting. When she reaches behind to undo her bra and peel it away, he watches intently until it’s gone, until there's more skin for him to kiss.

For a brief, painful instant, she covers her breast with her hands, until he says “please, don’t” and she allows him to nudge her fingers aside, slowly. Her breasts fit perfectly in his palms, warm and soft, nipples plump and swollen. His mouth slides down her neck and over her collarbone, down to the curves of her breasts. She gasps as he sucks the tender pink flesh, teasing lazy circles with his tongue.

“Oh, Logan,” she gasps, rubbing against him. He’s not sure if it’s intentional until she reaches below the bandages on his chest, pressing her hand firmly over the fly of his pants. He’s dizzy and it’s completely unrelated to his injuries, when his zipper rasps down and he can feel the heat of her hand so close.

“Veronica, are you sure?” he groans, and Goddamn it, he’s really not supposed to be the voice of reason here. It’s not exactly his calling.

She says “yes” over and over between kisses, pressing her lips and tongue against his again and again, until he loses count. One of her hands is between them, tickling and stroking down to his navel. When he makes a needy sound, she gently raises off him, nimble fingers sliding under the waistband of his jeans.

Veronica slowly eases them over his various scrapes and bruises, cautiously extracting his boxers along the way. His dick springs free, hard and swollen. When she wraps her fingers around and experimentally caresses him, Logan licks his lips desperately.

“Fuck,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Is this okay?” she asks, breathy and unsure. “Am I doing it right?”

“Yeah, that’s really good,” he says, trying to thrust into her warm hand, but his chest moves when he does, and fuck -- it hurts.

He strains for her, reaching for the zipper on the side of her skirt. When she grasps his intention, she tugs it down for him, letting it pool around her knees before kicking it off. Her panties are more pale pink, and soft, like the rest of her under his searching fingers. Tracing the damp seam with his middle finger, he looks at her for her approval. He’s never felt so unsure and unsteady before, constantly afraid that he might be asking for too much.

Her head is thrown back, gold hair falling in wild waves down her shoulders, kiss swollen lips parted as she moans his name. Beautiful. She’s absolutely beautiful and for some crazy reason she trusts him. Enough to allow him to slide her underwear down slowly. Oh, God.

He says it aloud with awe and she giggles shyly, the laugh turning to a low, throaty moan when he slides his hand between her thighs again, finding where she’s wet. He wants to taste her so bad, give her all the pleasure she deserves. But there’s no way he could, not the way he is now.

Veronica has other plans. She straddles him, knees tucked beside his hips.

“Veronica, please ... don’t do anything you don’t want to…”

“Stop saying that,” she says, and he can feel her smile against his lips, her hair trailing silky smooth against his chest.

“I want to be with you.” She presses more firmly against him, his cock nestled between her tummy and his bandaged chest. “Tell me what to do,” she whispers, fisting his cock again.

“Sit up a little,” he groans, and when he feels her weight come off his hips, he reaches forward, rubbing two fingers against her clit until the insides of her thighs are slick and slippery.

“Logan,” she whimpers, china-blue eyes hazy with lust.

His index finger slides further down in answer, nudging against her wet opening. He presses forward gently, slowly sinking his finger into her. His eyes stay on her face, searching for signs of pain or discomfort. But there are none, not even when he’s in all the way to his second knuckle.

His cock is aching, along with the rest of his body. When he eases out of her pussy to rub his erection against her clit, she arches against him in a perfect bow.

“How’s this?” he mummers, holding her hips and watching his cock slip-slide against her.

“Good, so good, Logan. But ... can you ... I want to really feel you.” She flushes, moaning softly into his ear.

“Veronica - I can’t,” he stammers. “I don’t have that kind of control tonight.”

“It’s okay, you’re fine. I just want to...”

She leans forward to kiss him, her mouth opening hungrily to his. She slides lower against him, his cock pressing harder against her, and when their tongues touch, the tip of his cock is against her taut opening.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Oh, God, Veronica. Don’t ... don't ... I don't want to hurt you.”

“I'm good,” she breathlessly assures him, rocking her hips up and down, until he's an inch deeper, pulsing against the strain of her muscles.

He touches her clit, teasing it as she slowly sinks down, she’s so tight and hot around him. It’s a good thing his chest and head still throb, and there’s alcohol in his system, or this would be over already.

When he’s halfway in, she gives a little gasp of pain, eyes glittering with tears.

“It hurts,” Veronica cries out, stilling.

“You don’t – we don't have to – put it all the way in, not right away,” he tells her, gritting his teeth. “You’re so tight, you might need - more time, to get used to it -- me.” He guides her back up his length, to the tip, and back down again.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, keeping his own body still. God, he so badly wants to thrust all the way in, but he won’t, he can’t do that to her, not until she’s ready.

“Yeah, it‘s good,” she moans, repeating what he showed her, sliding carefully up and down as low as she can. He cups her breasts, massages them, then plays his hands down her sides and to her clit, rubbing in time with her agonizingly slow movements. It’s so slow it’s painful.

“Mmm, Logan” she breathes, pink lips falling open, and when he presses his hand even harder against her, she cries out, muscles tightening around his cock. She’s so close he can hear how wet she is, and with her eyes fluttering shut as she moans his name, her breasts heaving against his chest, it’s sensory overload.

“Come on, baby,” he groans, pinching her clit as she rides him. He can’t think clearly, but he knows it’s almost over for him.

When she comes, she screams, pulsing around his cock. She’s so wet, so fucking good, he can’t hold out any longer. His own orgasm tears through him suddenly, and, too late, he comes inside of her, just as he realizes there’s no condom between them.

His mouth opens and closes in shame as he struggles to say something.

Veronica smiles lazily back at him, cheeks bright pink. “Don’t worry, my mom got me on the pill last year. When I was dating Duncan…” she mummers drowsily, and he laughs, pleased. He gently eases her off him to tuck her into his side.

“What time is it?” she asks, voice soft and warm.

He checks his own wristwatch, and grins. “It’s only a little after 7,” he says, kissing her forehead. “You can stay a little longer?”

“Mmhhmm,” she replies, smiling against his skin as he strokes her back.

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Her phone vibrates in her pocket and, with a deep sigh, she tugs it out and flips it open.

“It’s Lilly,” she says expectantly, pursing her lips.

“You lied,” a voice responds. It’s hard and cold.

She sits straight up in her comfy bed, the Cosmo article about seducing the hard to get man completely forgotten. “Weevil?”

“Someone else you been lying to?” he inquires bitterly. “Of course there is,” he continues gruffly, quickly answering his own question.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snaps, already tiring of his cryptic comments. “What happened?”

“Let me spell it out for you, baby,” his voice is dangerously low. “You lied about Echolls. He never touched you, did he?”

She inhales nervously, twirling a long strand of silky hair in her fingers. “Not the way I said,” she admits to his silence. Finally, “I did it to protect Veronica,” she says defensively. “She can’t be with Logan.”

“Really? Looks like he’s already better for her than you are,” he says derisively.

“He’s a jerk, Weevil! A spineless worm,” she explodes, standing to pace the confines of her room. “He doesn’t deserve her.”

“Whadda you care who he’s with? Huh? Don’t want him moving on just yet?”

“Weevil, no,” she breathes. “It’s not like that-”

“Hey, I ain‘t finished,” he hisses, effectively silencing her. “I thought I was protecting you! Took me a minute to figure it out, but what it all comes down to - you just can’t stand it cuz they don't need you anymore. You lost your faithful toadies, and they're not waiting in the wings to do your bidding." He laughs, but there's no humor in his tone. “Was I ever anything to you? Besides the leader of a biker gang, guaranteed to piss off your folks if they ever found out?”

“Of course,” she swallows hastily. “We have a lot of fun together, and you know I like being with you.”

“Do I?”

Hand on her head, she searches for the right words. What can she say to make this better? To fix it?

“Careful Lil’. Your makeup’s starting to flake. And it’s real ugly under there. Real ugly,” he says grimly.

“Weevil, don’t you want to know who really bruised me?” It’s a desperate last-minute play for his forgiveness, and she knows they both know it. There’s no mistaking, or concealing the way her voice breaks on the words.

“No. Not really,” he says quietly, pausing.

She hears the slightest click on the line.

“Weevil?”

There’s nothing but dial tone.

Lilly stands still for a long moment, breathing in and out, before wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. She sees herself in her bedroom mirror. She won’t cry over this. She won’t.

What kind of jealous lies did Logan feed to Weevil anyway? What happened when Weevil went after him? There’s only one way she’s going to get any answers.

A few minutes later, she’s in the SUV, on the road to Logan’s. It‘s already late, and traffic has thinned out enough that she can race several miles over the speed limit to Logan’s neighborhood, only a few blocks away.

It’s dark when she gets there, and all the lights in the Echolls’ mansion are off. Logan’s parent’s cars are missing from the driveway. Good, that could be… awkward.

On second glance, she realizes Logan’s X-Terra is missing too. She scowls, undoing her seatbelt and opening the car door. Where would he have gone? He has nowhere else to go, she reasons, walking the stone path around the house to the backyard. She knows he goes to the pool house when he wants to avoid his father. And that reminds her… there’s something she left, last time she was here.

Strolling past the pool, she spies the pool house. The lights are on. “Logan?” she calls as she goes through the entrance. There’s no response.

Well, well, well… what do we have here. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stares at the unmade, rumpled sheets. She’s had enough sex in this place to know what it looks like on that bed, she smirks coldly, looking up at the fan above.

It’s a good thing she’s come to take care of her own private collection. When she first discovered it, Aaron almost caught her, but now that she knows he’s not here, it’s the perfect time to retrieve it. The stakes have gone up too, now that the pervert has something of Veronica.

She crosses over to the bookcase, and pulls the two sides apart. It’s just like she remembered. A black TV screen and VCR plugged in underneath, rigged to turn on by motion or by the owner. She presses a manicured fingernail on the rewind button, and the screen flickers to life.

Logan is on the bed alone, but she waits patiently until… Veronica is there too, her clothes on, then off. Soon enough, they’re cuddling, completely naked. Reversing it further, she sees Veronica, on top of Logan, writhing as she moves up and down. Even on tape, she sees he only has eyes for Veronica, his gaze impossibly intense and – strange as it is – loving.

Lilly didn’t think Veronica had in it her, but there she is, having sex on screen with Lilly’s ex, and she’s totally enjoying it. It’s the kind of thing a virgin can’t fake.

Even in rewind, their sex is slow and careful, and Lilly swallows something thick that's caught in her throat. It’s intimate both ways, something she never expected between them. The thought of Aaron seeing it disgusts her beyond belief. When she found out he’d taped her, it had been amusing, even better when she realized what she could get out of it. But this, this would destroy Veronica.

Lilly doesn’t watch it to the beginning, she’s seen enough. She presses eject and puts the digital tape in her purse. She grabs all the other stray tapes, sweeping them into her bag as well… probably only a few have her on it, but she’ll worry about that later. When they’re all tucked away, she presses her lips against the TV screen, smirking when she sees a bright red residue of her lip gloss on the glassy black. Then she closes the bookshelf, hiding Aaron’s little dirty secret, for the time being, that is.

There won’t be any mistaking who took the tapes. The only question is, how long will it take Aaron to find out? She smiles wickedly, turns to leave, and bangs right into…

Logan. She breathes a sigh of relief as he stares at her in confusion.

“What are you doing here?” he says coldly. Quickly, Lilly takes in the cut on his head, the bandages wrapped around his chest. So.. he deflowered Veronica after he got the shit beaten out of him.

It’s delightfully kinky.

“Sorry,” Lilly says, smirking. “I left my favorite panties here. You remember ‘em right? The little black ones?”

“Get out,” he replies, without preamble, leaning against the wall. He looks tense, pained but self-satisfied, like he just got laid.

“What?” she asks, blinking in mock confusion. “You’re not happy to see me? I thought we could have another… roll in the sack. For old time’s sake. I see Veronica has kept the bed nice and warm….” She reaches over to pat the comforter, smiling winningly at him.

“Stay away from Veronica,” he says furiously, glaring at her.

“Veronica can make her own mind up, all for herself,” she snaps.

“Good luck with that,” Logan responds, his mouth morphing into a cruel smile, one she’s never seen directed at her before . “But for now, you can just focus on staying away from me. Does that make it any easier?”

“Awww, and here I thought we were getting to be friends again,” she mock pouts. “You sure were friendly last night,” she crosses over to him, running one finger down the bandages over his chest.

“Get out you fucking bitch,” he snarls, pushing her away. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”

“Please,” she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her chest. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

“I’m serious Lilly. We’re done,” he says, standing up straighter with a slight grimace. “And if I have to throw you out, I will.”

“And hurt your boo-boos?” she simpers, bringing her hand to her mouth. “Don’t worry. I‘ll show myself out.”

Sauntering past him, head high, she leaves the pool house and keeps going, past the pool and out into the front yard where her car is parked.

She always knew Logan was a drama queen… But really? He gets in one little tangle with Weevil and acts like she ruined his life. He should be thanking her. Not only did he get a little tender loving care from Veronica, but when her tapes go public, his father’s going to be in some serious shit. There could even be jail time.

Lilly smirks to herself as she gets in her car. Logan will come crawling back like he always does, just like Weevil will, and all the other men she’s been with. It’s almost a curse.

She turns her keys into the ignition, and pulls out of the driveway. All of the tapes are safe in her Prada purse, and she’s ready to go home.

She yanks her cell phone out of her pocket on the way. She’ll just give Veronica a call, congratulate her on becoming a woman or whatever. The phone rings and she purses her lips, waiting expectantly as she accelerates, guiding the steering wheel with her other hand.

A few minutes later, when she pulls in front of her house, there’s still no answer. And she’s called five times.

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Lilly wakes to sunshine streaming though her window. She frowns at it, rubs her eyes. Another morning. At least Dullnut is at some stupid debate competition, and her parents are at a corporate brunch. Neither activity is worth waking up early for, so she has the house to herself.

After a shower, she checks her phone again. No voice mail, no missed calls, nothing. She debates calling Veronica, leaving her a message that'll be sure to win her over. They’re best friends. They can’t stay mad at each other forever. But no, she’ll do it later. She needs a little de-stressing time. A few hours by the pool and she’ll be as good as new. It will give Veronica a little time to soften up.

First, there’s something Lilly needs to take care of. She digs around in her purse, finding all of the tapes she stole from Aaron the night before. The vent will be the perfect hiding place until she decides who she’ll try to sell them to first. Not that it really matters, it will go to the highest, most disreputable bidder. Her parents will just love her film debut.

She screws the vent shut with a grin, and grabs some Cosmogurl magazines from her table. Sunbathing it is.

When she’s outside, putting her sunscreen and thick stack of reading material down, she hears a car door slam. She rolls her eyes, already annoyed.

I wonder which one of my dear family members has returned home first, ready to bore me to death.

Secrets Can’t Stay Hidden - snuffybaby

snuffybaby — Mon, 25 Jun 2007 19:38:59 GMT

Title: Secrets Can’t Stay Hidden
Author: Snuffybaby
Disclaimer: RT owns the VM universe
Rating: R for sexual situations
Pairing: LoVe
Word Count: 9,263
Spoilers: up to 309 ‘Spit and Eggs,’ but just in case, I’ve seen the entire series.
Summary: AU. What if Veronica had left Neptune with a secret after solving the Hearst Rapist case? (Don’t you just love my vague summaries?)
Author’s Note: Originally written for the vm_library Mistaken Identity/Anonymous challenge. Obviously it didn’t get done in time for that one, so I finished if for the vm_library Dire Straits challenge. A day late, but better late than never. Also, sorry if anyone sounds OOC (especially Logan) and the fact that I don’t think I did very well at entering the mind of an eighteen year old boy.

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The End of Innocence, part 1 - L/V - NC-17 - rindee

rindee — Sat, 23 Jun 2007 19:13:27 GMT

Title: The End of Innocence, part 1
Author: Rindee
Rating: NC-17, sexual situations, language, implied violence
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica, Lilly, implied Lilly/Weevil, and Aaron Echolls.
Word Count: 5,145 for this part - about 12,220 total
Spoilers/warnings: AU preseries fic about Logan and Veronica's growing passion for each other - spoilers for some events from S1.
A/N: Sequel to A Taste of Innocence, and Another Taste, this fic begins where the last one ended, so it might be helpful to have read Another Taste. Written for the "Dire Straits - Not the Band" challenge at vm_library. Beta'd by some of my very favorite people: inthevast, who always has the most unique perspective, moire2, who nails me when I eff-up the characterization, rejeneration, who challenges me on everything, bless her perfectionist soul, kimikochan, who magically transformed the troublesome transitions, and, of course, Madame Librarian, taken_with_you, who is simply the best evah, and who always knows the answer(s). All remaining mistakes are mine.

You should listen to him, Veronica.

Important Community Status Message

taken_with_you — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 02:49:24 GMT

Okay, due to the overwhelming HOLY SHIT DON'T CLOSE THE COMM feedback I got on the extension post, I wanted to post and clarify. I didn't realize interest in the fandom would be this high after the show has ended. I do want to keep the comm open, but since I'm going to be very busy this summer, and participation was down anyway, I'm going to do away with the judging/nominations process, and just issue the challenges.

I will keep the community open for as long as people continue to write, and even if the fic well completely dries up, the comm will stay up and open for as long as LJ is around. I won't take the comm and the stories down.

Everyone okay with that compromise?

Lies and Misdemeanors Part 3/4 (LoVe) NC-17

kimikochan — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 09:09:41 GMT

Title: Lies and Misdemeanors: Part III
Author: Kimikochan
Paring/Character: Logan/Veronica, with occasional appearances by the usual suspects
Word count: 11,378
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Veronica is pursuing a career with the FBI, but she’s having second thoughts and can’t stop thinking about Logan, who is finally building a good life for himself.
Spoilers: Except for a couple little tweaks, this story follows canon through 3.11 “Poughkeepsie, Tramps and Thieves.” Anything beyond 3.11, I consider rubbish in the stinkiest sense of the word, hence the alternate ending.
Warnings: swearing & smut
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Many thanks to my beta rindee Originally written for the Alternate Ending Challenge at vm_library.

Lies and Misdemeanors: Part III

Harder, Faster, Longer (Logan/Weevil; NC-17)

afrocurl — Sat, 09 Jun 2007 16:57:36 GMT

Title: Harder, Faster, Longer
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters/Pairings: Logan/Weevil
Rating: NC-17 for strong sexual content.
Spoilers: Through Ahoy Mateys!. Goes AU after a certain scene.
Summary: This is the beginning of...
Word Count: 2050
Disclaimer: Not associated with RT, The CW or WB. I'm just borrowing them. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: Slash is slash is slash.
Notes: Written as the vm_library "Dire Straits" challenge. Thanks to starxd_sparrow for the beta and support all along. At this point, all mistakes are my own.

Keep your cool, kid.

Feedback is appreciated.

Fic: Inthevast- Happy Birthday, Dear Logan NC-17 (Logan/Veronica)

inthevast — Fri, 08 Jun 2007 18:25:16 GMT

Title: Happy Birthday, Dear Logan
Author: InTheVAST
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica, mentions of Lilly and Lilly/Weevil
Word Count: 4500
Rating: NC-17 (sex, language)
Summary: Logan gets a special surprise on his birthday. (This was for the gorgeous ML’s b-day, so I’m sure you guys can guess what it is!)
Spoilers: This is AU but takes place in the same universe as Behind Closed Doors, (by that I mean, Lilly’s alive and Logan/Veronica are happy, yay!) so, if you care to take a peek at that one, let me know what you think.
A/N: Thanks to the most wonderful and brilliant betas known as rindee and starxd_sparrow. You guys rock! taken_with_you, I hope you enjoy your late, late b-day fic! You deserve it.

Logan was exhausted. After a full day of midterms, all the while missing Veronica, he was ready to drink until he passed out. He calculated he was entitled to at least one night of college debauchery, otherwise known as binge drinking. He’d been so good all semester, and after all, it was his birthday and he was about to spend it completely alone.

His parents had wanted to take him and Veronica to dinner, but he’d made the appropriate excuses: he'd already made plans with Veronica, et cetera, et cetera. He felt like he’d rather die than spend his evening watching his lecherous pops eying his girlfriend, his mom awkwardly ignoring Aaron's behavior, prattling on about school and other trivialities, acting like what her husband did was normal.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket. His mother already called twice today. But Veronica, the person he most wanted to hear from, hadn’t called at all. He knew she was probably just busy, holding back the hair of a certain mutual friend as she made her offerings to the porcelain gods. As for his mother, a twinge of guilt mandated he called her before the drinking commenced. He had already made up his mind he wasn’t going to call Veronica; it just seemed like she should call him first.

Okay, so it wasn’t like birthdays were a big deal anymore. He was nineteen, and it wasn’t his “My Super Sweet 16,” party, so Logan wasn’t going to cry because Lilly'd come home with some sort of drama-induced girly emergency that required Veronica attend her every waking moment. Not even if Lilly's drama meant she was going to drag Veronica to clubs and parties and prevent her from calling him on his birthday. Scowling darkly, he locked his car and walked towards his apartment building, mulling his options. He could go out with Dick, but if Veronica called, or came back early from hanging out with Lilly, he wanted to make sure he didn’t miss her.

God, he was whipped.

He tugged his Tijuana key ring out of his jeans and unlocked the door to his dark apartment. Maybe he would just sleep. He was dead from his economics exam, so crashing seemed like a good idea. Slamming the door behind him, he toed off his sneakers and sighed. Falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV, was sounding better and better. He’d just plug in his cell phone in case there were any more calls, and that would be that.

He walked past the couch, and that’s when he heard it, the sound of something cracking. Like an egg. Logan took one step backwards and looked into his kitchen-dinette area. There she was; Veronica, her back to him, wearing his favorite robe and tiny white iPod ear buds. There were grocery bags scattered all around, and she was cracking another egg against the edge of the mixing bowl.

She was making him a cake. For his birthday. She was singing softly to the Beatles. And with just the sight of her, a huge grin was plastered across his face. This was perfect. He was pleased he had taken his sneakers off so he wouldn’t make noise, even though she probably couldn‘t hear it. Sneaking up on Veronica wasn’t easy, she had this innate ability to sense any furtive activity; Keith must have trained that into her in the cradle.

She was stirring the chocolately cake batter as he crept up, and damn, it smelled really good. Damp and berry-scented, her hair tickled his face. He wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her check.

She stiffened for a quick second and tugged the earphones out of her ears before shrieking, “You weren’t supposed to be back for another hour!”

“Sorry, babe.” He nuzzled her neck.

“You ruined the surprise,” Veronica pouted.

“Well, maybe if you'd told me you were planning a surprise,” he began. “I would have taken longer on my exam.”

“Hmmm, duly noted," she said, relaxing in his arms while scraping the mixture into the pan. "How'd the test go? Tell me about it while I put the cake in the oven,” she suggested.

He placed another lingering kiss on her jaw before flopping back on the sofa, keeping an eye on her through the pass-through window into the kitchen.

“I studied last night, while you were out partying,” he accused with a grin, grabbing a pillow and putting it behind his head. “So I think I got at least a B.”

“That’s great! And I was not out partying. Trust me, Lilly was a hand-full. If I got paid by the hour, it would be just like babysitting.”

“Yeah, but only if the kid was a lying whore.”

“Logan!” She shot him the patented Mars evil eye as she fiddled with the dials on the oven. “Don’t talk about her that way. She’s having a hard time right now.”

“What? Can't she find a decent lap dog, or enough lovesick slaves at Vassar to do her bidding?” As soon as the words were out, he winced. He hadn’t meant for it to sound so…

“You sound jealous,” Veronica responded softly, and he heard water running in the sink as she rinsed her hands.

“I’m not jealous,” he said, shutting his eyes. “I just would have liked to see my girlfriend more this week.”

She was silent for the briefest moment, and Logan was prepared to do the necessary damage control when he heard the rustle of the robe coming nearer.

“I’m here now,” she whispered, closer to him. “So, no more talking about Lilly.”

A slow smile spread across his face, as he reached out to the voice and sweet body he knew was there. He felt the soft, worn fabric of his robe, and the heat of her skin through it. Cracking an eyelid, he saw her looking down at him.

His hand pressed against her thigh, and he smoothed it up and down, feeling the slight raised edges of something underneath. Sliding his hand between her legs, he parted the robe and noticed she was wearing white thigh-highs. He traced the scratchy, elastic lace that held up the nylon stocking with his thumb.

“I should get dressed. I thought we would go out for dinner…” She breathed, cheeks flushing pink as his fingers touched the tops of her hose, caressing the delicate skin of her thigh.

“Dinner can wait,” he said cockily, “I think we should work up an appetite first.”

“Lo-gahn,” Veronica sighed anxiously, and he eased himself up the slippery leather of the couch to look at her.

Veronica had turned all sorts of pinks before, after, and -his favorite- during sex. But this time, she seemed even more palpably nervous and shy as his fingers ghosted further up her thighs.

“It’s my birthday, Veronica.” His middle finger brushed against the damp front of her panties, which were interestingly enough, also lacy and sheer. And new.

They'd experimented with lingerie before, Veronica having bought silky camisoles for several different occasions. Then there was that time she'd rode him wearing nothing but pigtails and boots, which, while not technically qualifying as lingerie, made his dick strain against the fly of his jeans with just the thought. But there was no reason for her nervousness now. Glancing up above his lashes, he saw she was breathing hard, almost panting. Her lips were slick and wet as her tongue ran against her lower lip.

“May I…” he gestured to the sash of the robe, and she nodded, her cheeks turning impossibly pinker. Tugging on one end, the knot unraveled, revealing first the white stockings and crimson panties, and finally, a matching red satin corset.

His throat was unbelievably dry. He tried to swallow. “Wow.” He rose from the couch and swayed to his feet, to get a better look. As he stroked her cheek, Veronica smiled shyly. She seemed more petite than usual, shoe-less and barely to his shoulders, but they somehow managed to make the kiss work. She stood on tip-toe, and he leaned down, cupping her face. Their lips brushed and caught, his tongue licking into the silky recesses of her mouth.

“Mmm,” Logan mumbled against her, tasting mint and chocolate. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lips and tongue stroking his as she pressed her body into him, rubbing her stomach against his erection.

Several kisses and curse words later, they stumbled into the bedroom. He lifted her onto the bed and threw off his own tee-shirt, not missing her admiring gaze as she swept her fingers over his abs before pulling him on top of her. He ran his hands over the satin corset, crushing her mouth against his.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned, eyes wandering over her body again, as if to memorize it. Because, in a minute he was about to start ripping everything off.

“Sexier than Lilly?” she whispered.

"What?" He snorted, searching her eyes for the joke he was sure he was missing. "Are you kidding?”

She shook her head at his words, biting into her plump lower lip. Her little stockinged heels were pressing into his back, and he could see the pink edges of her nipples, swelling against the top of the corset. Her damp hair fell against the pillow, in soft waves as she stared up at him with wide, silver-blue eyes. She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

“Veronica. You're a thousand times sexier than her," he groaned. “That’s the stupidest-”

Veronica grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him in for another kiss. He ran his hands up the satiny edges of her corset as his tongue parted her soft lips. Once again, he could taste how sweet she was. He swallowed her moans and teased her tongue with his until he could stand it no longer.

“This thing needs to come off. Now,” he panted, breaking apart for air and gesturing toward the garment guarding her skin from him.

Veronica nodded, hands dropping to the clasps of the corset. But, before she could undo them, he grabbed her delicate wrists and held them above her head.

“No, let me.”

“Okay,” she agreed breathlessly. Their eyes met as he lowered one hand to the cinches, unhooking one metal clasp after another. Traveling down her body, his lips trailed his fingers, undoing each hook and kissing the patch of bare skin exposed, until, finally, the corset was completely peeled off, uncovering inch after inch of flawless skin, from her soft, perfect breasts down to her smooth, flat stomach.

He took turns sucking and nibbling the swollen buds of her nipples, swirling his tongue around them. One of his hands curled lower to her stomach as his lips whispered down her sides. God, he loved the feel of her skin pressed against him; there was only one thing he loved more.

Pressing the flat of his palm against her lacy scrap of panties, he could feel how wet she was, how hot she was for him. He tugged the scarlet material down her lithe legs, licking his lips at the sight of her, so pink and ready for him.

Her body arched towards his, eyes fluttering as she understood what he wanted.

“But it’s your birthday,” she gasped, as he kissed the insides of her thighs, spreading her. Her clit was swollen and begging for attention, and he breathed on it, teasing her in the way he knew would drive her crazy.

“Logan,” Veronica rasped, nails raking over his shoulder blades.

“It’s my birthday, so I believe I am entitled to do what I want,” he announced, punctuating his statement by licking a wet stripe down her pussy, tasting her. She was like honey on his tongue, so good, it made his cock throb. When he closed his mouth around her clit and began to suck, a sob was torn from her throat. He kept his eyes on her lovely face, the heavy lidded, stormy eyes, her mouth falling open to an 'O' as his tongue flickered against her.

“Logan...I – God, I need…” she moaned, spine bowing off the mattress.

“What do you need, baby?” He circled one finger around her pink opening, gently sliding his forefinger halfway in.

“God!”

“Like this?” He sank the rest of his index finger in, feeling her pussy squeeze around him like taut silk.

“Logan ... I need – could you, please,” her face flushed a deep red as she inhaled, and he saw the determination settle on her jaw. “Kiss me. Kiss me lower.”

If not for his impressive self-control, he would have come right there and then, his cock already uncomfortably hard to the point of pain. Veronica had allowed him to do it a few times, but she had never asked for it, and for that, he was definitely going to reward her.

Slipping a pillow under the small of her back, Logan grinned, licked his lips and pressed them against her soft, round bottom, opening her up. He licked around the tiny, crease of puckered skin as Veronica thrashed beneath him. At the same time, he continued rocking his finger in and out of her pussy, his rhythm matching the swirl of his tongue.

He could feel how close she was to coming, her body tense as she moaned louder and louder. This was the best, when she let go of her control. He loved to push her over the edge, to make her come hard and furious. He pushed the tip of his tongue gently, lovingly, inside, and that was it.

She groaned, sputtering incoherently as her orgasm ravished her, the syllables of his name lost in her breathy gasp. Her pussy pulsed around his finger, and he growled against her skin, stroking her hipbone as she writhed and rode against him shamelessly.

When it was over, she fell back on the pillows with a soft moan, and he watched the tension ebb out of her body, a soft glow replacing it. “God,” she panted. “That was so good, Logan.” She shivered. He pulled himself back up the bed, wrapping his arms around her. Her face was relaxed, completely sated, and utterly lovely.

“Mmmm, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her temple, the tiny freckle above her eyebrow. She smiled, arching against him, rubbing like a cat against his neglected hard on. "Veronica,” he groaned, “please don’t tease.”

Grinning, she brushed her lips firmly against his, sliding her hands from his chest to the fly of his jeans. Her pink tongue ran against the seam of his gasping mouth as the zipper rasped down.

“No teasing,” she promised, with a playful giggle. Her hot little hand wrapped around his aching cock, fisting him.

“Fuck,” he gritted. “Fuck, Veronica.”

“Not yet,” her kiss was dark and promising, but she didn’t linger. Her silken hair whispered across his nipples, down his abdomen, to his red and swollen cock. His eyes rolled back at the sight of her, curiously regarding his cock through long lashes, cheeks still flushed from her orgasm. Then, with a careful deliberateness, she licked up the rigid underside, tongue curling over the head as she lapped at him.

Biting his lip, he kept his hips still; even after all this time, he was terrified he might hurt her. He tenderly stroked her hair, the side of her face, as she slowly lowered her pretty mouth on his erection, lips wide to accommodate him. When that was too much, he gripped and clutched at the sheets. He groaned as she began to suck, cheeks hollowing around him.

“Baby…” he moaned roughly. “I’m not going to last long if you keep… God – if you keep doing that. Please – God, Veronica- -- I want to be inside you. I want to be inside you so bad, baby.”

She released his cock with a wet ‘pop’, daintily licking her lips with a smile. He tugged her up his body, rolling her onto her back as he sucked her fluttering pulse point. He was already sliding between her legs, feeling the insides of her thighs, slick with arousal.

He rubbed his aching cock against her belly, wanting to do nothing but lose his mind and sink deep inside her. But Veronica had other plans. She scooted further up the mattress, away from him.

“Veronica?” The skin between his eyebrows creased in worry, but her face was calm.

“I have another present to give you,” she answered, fingers entwining with his.

“Can it wait?” he asked, reaching to try to kiss her again. He had the sinking suspicion he looked like a kid who’s candy had been taken from him.

“But I want to give it to you now,” she breathed into his mouth. She, held his hand, gilding it down her body, over the delicate skin between her legs, to the spot he had earlier kissed so feverishly.

His jaw dropped as he touched the crease of skin, so soft against his fingers. “You want me to…”

She nodded, pursing her kiss swollen lips as he stared back at her in dawning realization. He had begged her for this once before, telling her he would make sure she felt good, swearing he would never hurt her, but she had never seem interested.

Veronica reached behind her, under the pillow smushed against the head board of his bed. She produced a black bottle of lubricant, a shiny, red bow tied around it.

“Veronica, you don’t have to do this for me,” he breathed. “We don’t have to do this period.”

“I really want to,” she said boldly, but blushing as she looked down at her hands. “I want to be intimate with you.”

“We are intimate, babe.” He tilted her chin so their eyes were level.

“I know,” she sighed. “I just want to try it. I – I don‘t want to be afraid to be with you... completely, anymore.”

His cock was harder than it had ever been, straining against her warm, willing body, but he wasn’t ready. He had to know why she wanted to do this now.

“Veronica,” he reached forward to tuck her hair behind her ear, eyes searching hers. “Why are you – what brought this about? Was it,” he frowned, wondered if the bitch would actually dare. “Did Lilly say something?"

She stared at him in disbelief, then giggled. “No, Logan!” He smiled, relieved until she began to speak thoughtfully. “But it does have something to do with her.”

“What?” Logan asked uneasily.

“The reason she came to Neptune was because she wanted to see a guy… she wanted me there for moral support. She didn’t treat him too well the last time she was with him,” Veronica paused, gauging his reaction; Logan waited patiently for her to continue. “We went to the mall, and I left her alone to meet him. I was buying the lingerie,” she smiled softly at him. “On the way out, I stopped by the bathroom. And I could hear Lilly, in one of the stalls ... with Weevil.”

She paused to look at him again.

“Go on,” he urged, swallowing.

“They were really loud. I‘m surprised someone didn‘t call security on 'em....” She crossed her arms over her bare chest, Logan could see goose bumps trailing up her arms.

“She was begging him to fuck her ... in the ass," Veronica said in a hushed voice. "I knew I should have been, you know, shocked, and shouldn't have been listening, but I couldn't leave," she whispered shyly. "It was so passionate ... So intimate."

Deep in his chest, Logan felt his love and desire for her unfurl. He leaned forward, tenderly running his fingers over her arms, over the raised bumps. She moaned his name, and he wrapped his arms around her, supporting her. But, he had to hear the rest of the story.

“Did you stay and listen, Veronica?” he croaked. She nodded, sighing a little when he kissed down her throat, his hand palming her breasts, gliding over her puckering nipples.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Did you touch yourself?” he questioned, sliding one hand down her belly to her wet pussy. He deliberately stroked her clit, sinking two fingers inside her.

“Oh, God, yes,” Veronica murmured, hips rocking up to meet his hand. “All I could think about was you.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, rubbing his cock against the soft crease between her thigh and hip.

“What did you think about me Veronica?” he whispered against the shell of her ear, gently sliding his fingers from her pussy and lowering them to cup her ass.

“I thought of you, doing the same thing to me,” she breathed, azure eyes wide and dazed. He circled his fingers around the tight ring of muscle he found, slowly fondling it.

“Please, Logan. I need you,” she gasped.

“Okay. Okay, baby.” His fingers were wet enough to ease into her ass. He stretched it, trying to prepare her, his other hand pulling one of the pillows from behind her.

“More Logan,” she pleaded, as his slick fingers slid deeper.

“Lift up,” he commanded, and Veronica raised her hips so he could place the cushion underneath her. It gave just the right elevation.

He grabbed the bottle of lube, ripping the bow off and unscrewing the top. Squeezing a small puddle on his hand, he slicked a palm up his dick, groaning when he saw Veronica’s unabashed lust, the way she licked her lips and blushed at what he was about to do. It was like a dream.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay, baby?”

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, arching towards him. He put her legs on either side of him and pressed his cock against the little hole. Swallowing desperately, he pushed gently against her tight, resisting muscle, feeling it stretch, little by little, to fit him.

Veronica’s nails scratched his arms, the silk of her stockings rubbing his back as she wrapped her legs around him. “Harder,” she gasped, rocking her hips. “Har-” He pressed his mouth against hers, his tongue slipping past her lips at the moment the head of his cock slipped into her ass.

He nearly collapsed at the feel of it, struggling to keep his arms straight and remain in a semi-upright position. He stayed still for what felt like an hour, trying to maintain his control and let her get used to the sensation.

“Come on, baby,” she whimpered against his ear, and never one to disappoint, he pushed deeper, almost halfway in.

“How does that… feel?” he breathed, nuzzling her neck.

“So good,” she said, moaning as he eased out and stroked back in, slowing where his cock was thicker.

He kept his eyes trained on her face, alert for a sign she wanted to stop. Her expression was somewhere between pleasure and pain, even when he bottomed out. Thrusting in and out, the lace of her thigh-highs scratching against his back and her sweet mouth gasping against his... it felt so unbearably good, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. She was so amazing, so tight – made for him.

“Touch yourself, Veronica,” he urged. “I need you to come with me, babe.”

His mouth went cotton-dry as she did as he asked, lowering one hand between her legs. He watched her two fingers thrust into her pussy, her eyes fluttering shut as she worked them deeper.

“Veronica, love you so much,” he moaned, peppering her face with kisses. He was fixated by the sight of her fingers jerking in- out, in rhythm with his cock, her tongue, dragging across her lips as she gasped. Unbearably tight, she quivered around him, bucking against his body, and he couldn’t last.

His thrusts were more concentrated as he gave her what she wanted; Veronica responded with equal fervor, fucking herself and thrusting harder and harder against him until she screamed, body bowing into his. He could feel her muscles squeezing at the base of his cock, and he shuddered, spilling into her as his orgasm ripped through him.

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They laid in bed a long time, curled around each other, Veronica gently stroking his sides. She lay in her favorite little nook, the space between his neck and shoulder, where her cheek fit perfectly.

“Happy birthday Logan,” she said, kissing his collarbone. “I love you.”

He wrapped his arm around her in response, cracking a smile and murmuring an agreement before drifting off to sleep. In his dream, he was in Paris with Veronica. They were at a little café, where they could see the Eiffel tower glowing in the distance. Their gloved and mittened fingers were entwined as they waited for their hot chocolates, bundled in big jackets at their small café table. They watched the crowds of people out for late night walks.

“Do you smell that?” Veronica asked him, nose crinkling playfully. “It smells like something is burning.”

“They’re probably burning bread or something inside,” he said, leaning forward to kiss her but she poked him in the side, looking worried.

“Logan!”

“What?” he asked, blinking his eyes and opening them to a dark room. Paris at night vanished instantly and regretfully, but the burning smell didn’t go away.

Veronica was pressed against him in bed, eyes wide with dawning comprehension.

“Oh shit, the cake!”

A minute later they were in the smoky kitchen, both looking at a black, shiny lump that had come from the oven. He wouldn’t eat it, but it would probably make a good doorstop.

Veronica prodded at it with a fork, blinking away tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her bare shoulders. She wasn’t getting upset over the cake was she?

“I wanted it to be perfect,” she said, sniffling.

“It is,” he insisted, kissing her cheek. “I’m pretty sure this is the best birthday I’ve ever had, burnt cake and all.”

She molded into him perfectly, as his lips gently brushed against her neck. Her body went still in his arms, and she gasped softly as he kissed the hollow of her throat. There was nothing between them, and there way no way she couldn’t feel his cock harden against her. Yeah, his birthday was about to get even better.

Fic: Façade, Logan/Veronica

knx — Tue, 05 Jun 2007 17:52:34 GMT

So after some severe computer issues, I'm finally posting a link here. :-)

Title: Façade
Author: knX (Bek)
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica, slight Logan/Parker and Piz/Veronica
Word Count: 5951
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: It doesn’t look like he can get away with it this time.
Spoilers: Ambiguous season 3; no big spoilers
Warnings: Sex, violence, allusions to rape, dark themes
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: A huge thank you to inthevast for everything you did to help me out! I really can’t express my thanks enough. You pretty much rock at life. :-)
Also, this happens to fit the vm_library Dire Straits challenge, so that's always fun. Hope y'all enjoy!

He shakes his head sadly. “I don’t want you to look into this one, Veronica.”

Locus Ceruleus (Logan/Veronica) NC-17

starxd_sparrow — Sun, 27 May 2007 04:08:34 GMT

Title: Locus Ceruleus
Author: StarCrossdSparrow
Character / Pairing: Veronica/Logan
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Drug use, violence, and smut
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: ~ 9,600
Disclaimer: I don't own anything... I don't even pwn anything. RT is the master of the Mars-iverse; I just live and die in it.
Spoilers: Up to 3.10 "Show Me the Monkey"
Summary: Veronica faces down ecstasy, bad techno, and a blizzard.
Author's Notes: Originally, I wrote this for the now-defunct loveathons "Snowed In" challenge (I never submitted it). I posted it without the smutty ending to veronicamarsfic...but then, our lovely Madame Librarian suggested a smutted up ending, so I wrote it for her. The original beta credit goes to delicatelight...without her, I'd never have posted this in the first place. The smutty re-do was beta'd by ML herself, taken_with_you. After a few more minor edits on my part, I humbly submit it for the vm_library's Dire Straits challenge.

The blue spot processes sensory signals from all areas of the body.

Lies and Misdemeanors 2/4 (Logan/Veronica) NC-17

kimikochan — Sat, 26 May 2007 04:05:01 GMT

Title: Lies and Misdemeanors: Part II
Author: Kimikochan
Paring/Character: Logan/Veronica, with occasional appearances by the usual suspects
Word count: 12,355
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Veronica picks up Duncan’s trail, but her search is taking longer than she expected. Meanwhile, back home in Neptune, Logan is trying to move on.
Spoilers: Except for a couple little tweaks, this story follows canon through 3.11 “Poughkeepsie, Tramps and Thieves.” Anything beyond 3.11, I consider rubbish in the stinkiest sense of the word, hence the alternate ending.
Warnings: swearing & references to sex, but no actual smut
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Thanks again to rindee, the busiest beta in cyberspace. She's talked me out of a few bad moves and inspired me with her own fics to stretch a little more. Written for the Alternate Ending Challenge at vm_library.

Lies and Misdemeanors: Part II

And le winners are...

taken_with_you — Wed, 16 May 2007 02:56:43 GMT

Congratulations to ALL our winners!! And may I say THANK YOU to all of our authors, and ALL of our nominators. We couldn't have done this without YOU!!

Each of the authors will be sent copies of the nominations their fic(s) received. The nominators remained anonymous.

Please remember that the judges used the nominations as a GUIDE, and not as a abacus. They each commented how helpful the nominations were in pointing out the strengths of each fic. :D

Please thank lapdogdesign for the absolutely GORGEOUS banners. ;-) Danke, as always, El.

Our judges this round were: the incomprable fickledame, the esteemable pegm81484, and the quixotic tempestuous_sea. Unfortunately, our fourth judge was suddenly unavailable, so we made do with three. :D

The nominations seemed to have (once again) gone over swimmingly, according to all the people that I've spoken with...of course sometimes the unhappy never say anything. :-/ PLEASE take the opportunity to tell me what could have been done better, I'm ALWAYS open to suggestions.

The Dire Straits (not the band) Smutathon Challenge!!

taken_with_you — Tue, 15 May 2007 15:35:47 GMT

The blood is pumping, the adrenaline is rushing, your heart is pounding... Suddenly, the sexual rush is overwhelming you...unwanted, unbidden...but undeniable.

Welcome to the Dire Straits (not the band) Smutathon...this idea was brought to me (almost a year ago, now) by our own very brilliant itsthedetails when we were discussing good challenge ideas for another comm.

Please pimp this like she’s yo ho. :D

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The prompt for this round is that one or more of the characters must be placed into a desperate, life-or-death circumstance...and whaddya know, afterwards, during, whenever, SMUT ensues. :D (I think leobrat said it best with, "oh, honey, we're about to fall off this cliff...quick, lift your skirt!")

The regular Rules pretty much stay the same, but give 'em a gander so as not to goof up, k?

Rules are as follows:

1. Fics must be at least 2000 words. No one wants to read your drabble. Write us a novel, baby!

2. Fics MUST be R - NC-17. It's called a SMUTathon for a reason, yo.

3. Fics must be submitted by Sunday, June 17th, at 11:59pm CST to be considered for voting.

4. Fics must include characters/couples from Veronica Mars. All couples are welcome!! Even though L/V is prevalent in our fandom, this is a smutathon community for *everyone*! (Please note: while I appreciate the time and effort that goes into creating original characters, no fics will be accepted that features an OC.)

5. Fics must be written with correct grammar/spelling/punctuation or they will be deleted. PLEASE do not submit fics that have not been beta'ed. If you do not have your own editor, please visit vm_betas, or seek a fellow writer for some mutually-assured beta-ing.

No official sign-ups, 'cause that's a pain in the ass, but feel free to comment if you know for sure you're going to write us something fabulous!

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As always, please thank lapdogdesign for the wonderful banners!!

Birthday Fic: Sometimes You Get What You Need

itsthedetails — Sat, 12 May 2007 03:28:41 GMT

It's my favoritest girl birthday and she asked for a very special present. Of course I cannot deny her anything, so without further ado I present to you Saskia's birthday ficcie. WooHoo!!! \o/ \o/

Title: Sometimes You Get What You Need
Author: sinoftheday
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Through the end of S2
Summary: Logan's had a rough day and needs a release.
Disclaimer: Not mine never were.

A/N: A big thank you to the wonderful rindee for betaing. She did a fantabulous job! \o/

She is naked and beautiful and standing behind him.

FIC: Bruised, Logan/Piz, NC-17

delicatelight — Sat, 12 May 2007 01:48:07 GMT

Title: Bruised
Author: Erin
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Logan/Piz
Word Count: 2,153
Summary: The only way I can describe this is “angry boy!sex.”
Spoilers: Through episode 3.16
Disclaimer: Well, I don't own them, and honestly, if Rob Thomas and Co. saw what I did to their lovely characters, well, I have a feeling there'd be some screaming involved.
Warnings: It's slash, people! Jeez, I'd think the pairing would speak for itself.
A/N: Okay, so I lost my mind, and wrote a slash fic for the truly delicious Madame Librarian herself, a.k.a. taken_with_you. It's her birthday, and I figured, “What the hell?” That was before I knew how dirty it would become. But it's all for you, darling, and I hope you have a wonderful porn-filled Birthday.
2nd A/N: Thanks to both the delightful afrocurl for pushing and pushing and pushing me into smuttier and smuttier sentences, and then correcting them because I was too blinded by the smut to write correctly, and the always fabulous starxd_sparrow, for being a genius beta, and an awesome friend.

Bruised