Author: ophelia2007
Pairing: LoVe.
Word Count: 635
Summary: my take of The Kiss in ep 1.18: Weapons Of Class Destruction. so there're no spoilers or anything. And this is another oneshot. Feedback is always appreciated.
Her lips leave a burning feeling on yours; she has turned away already, but you can still feel it, still feel her. Swiftly, you spin her back towards you and look deep into her eyes. You almost drown. You think back to a time, not all that long ago, when the piece of dynamite you're holding was warm and cuddly, shallow but soft. Oh, how the times have changed, Echolls.
For a moment, you're sure her eyes have darkened as she has become tainted, stained, no – marred – with each rumour she heard about herself, each time you twisted the knife you threw in her back. She looks right back at you, your eyes trying to to tell her all you are thinking. You hope she knows you are sorry. In case she doesn't, you show her. You kiss her, urgently then gently, a handful of passion and a bushel of remorse. At least that's the excuse you give yourself for kissing her.
Electricity, the first real spark you've ever felt, storms through you. You can no longer deny the tension that has been growing between the two of you anymore. The sexual tension, that is; you'd never deny the tension caused by hatred. You also can't deny that this is partly fulfilling one of your fantasies: you and the oh-so-dirty Veronica Mars at a motel. But of course, Veronica Mars isn't dirty at all. You just started the rumours knowing it'd hurt her. And hurt her, it did.
You consider breaking the kiss, but only for a moment. There is no way you want this to end; for the first time since Lilly's death, you feel alive. Your pulse hammers through you, and you're pretty sure the girl in your arms can feel it, too. After all, you are holding her so damn tight.
Suddenly, she's kissing you back, her tongue easing past your teeth, fleetingly pressing her tongue to yours. You're spurred on by her, you bend your head further, giving her more access to your mouth, and you stretch your tongue inside her. She tastes like no one else: Lilly, cherry lip gloss and vodka; Caitlin, diet coke and smoke; Yolanda, you don't even remember. Veronica is different. Peppermint gum, strawberries and chocolate. But there is something else, a sadness maybe, a taste of betrayal, regret perhaps, that you are sure is there. Despite it, you're sure she is the best tasting.
You break away. She looks into your eyes and smiles weakly.
"I'm sorry, Veronica," you barely vocalize the words but she reacts to them immediately.
"I know. I am, too," an understanding smile this time, a slight nod of the head.
"You've got nothing to be sorry for. I'm the bad guy here. Somehow, I'll make it right again," you try to assure her.
"You know, you can't actually do that. I'm a different person now, Logan. I bear grudges and I get revenge," she shrugs.
"You can't just accept that, Veronica!" you wail the words but she just smiles faintly.
"Guess I've given up on the idea of things ever returning to anything remotely normal."
You know this is a reference to you and Duncan being her friends, but you don't respond. She turns to leave once more, but you stop her, needing one more taste of her soul.
Your lips seize hers and the spark surges through you once more. You slip your tongue into her mouth momentarily, trying to memorize her. You know, however, that you will fail and you will crave Veronica Mars for the rest of the week, just because of this momentary thing.
You release her, watch her retreat to her car. She looks up towards you before getting in her LeBaron. You speak to her, silently.
"Some day, I'm gonna marry you, Veronica Mars."
