Hey, this fanfic is from Logan's POV, pretty much his thoughts from his and Veronica's first kiss. I really love this scene and the actors did such a good job, they had real chemistry! It's short but sweet. LoVe!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! If I did this show would still be going 3
Veronica stepped out of the room, and looked at me a moment, she tried to reason out why I was here, why I bothered. She moved to kiss my cheek, catching the edge of my lips. My throat went dry, and my heart leapt. I hadn't felt like that in a long time.
Her eyes searched mine, maybe she felt it too, that jolt of life. An awakening of some feeling that has been dormant a long time.
I had to kiss her. It wasn't a thought, or reasoned out process, it simply was. When we were younger, the glowy, starry eyed look Veronica Mars walked around with made me a little nauseous. She was pure, untainted by the dark things of this world.
I wasn't so lucky. Burn scars, or marks left from belts, littered my skin. Not noticeably. He was smarter than that. She was just so freaking happy. I couldn't hate her for it. I envied it really. I loved messing with her, making her blush. So did Lilly.
Veronica never looked at me with that look though, it was a Duncan look, or dare I say it, a daddy look. Yet standing outside the Camelot hotel room, where she had just finished a private interview with her own early 90's sitcom cliché, she stared up at me with the look of awe and wonder. I am happy it still exists buried under all the sassy remarks.
She turns away from me, shaking her head, silent, unsure what could be said of the recent changes in our dynamic. Chalking this redeeming moment up to a twist of fate, or maybe some strange phase I am going through. I can't be taken seriously, or trusted. My hand reaches out and I grab her arm and I twirl her back to face me.
I let go of her arm, dip my head, and slide my hands to her waist like a rehearsed dance. I don't move slow, or give us time to think. My lips touch hers forcefully, pulling her closer, she doesn't push me away. I feel her body tense; she rises slightly, getting on tip toes.
We move together, arms hunting for just the right place to prey from. My lips move in quick kisses, changing the angle of my onslaught. Her fingers press at the back of my neck, her mouth opens and I know she wants more. Leaning down further, my tongue meets hers.
Part of me has wanted to do this since we were kids. Yet as Veronica's familiar scent filled and clouded my mind, I know that this was the right moment. Tightening my arms around her, I hug her small frame close to me. She slides down my front, and finally pulls away.
She stares up at me with a mixture of shock and fear. I see panic rising in her like a tidal wave. My hand lingers on her hips a moment, I don't want to let go, but the world is back in motion again. Reality hits. Her eyes bear into mine as if she waiting for me to speak, I got nothing.
She doesn't say anything either, and backs several steps back before bolting down the stairs. I think about calling after her, but I still don't know what to say.
Her car door opens and I watch her, transfixed, as she goes to leave and pulls away. I burn in every place she touched. Part of me feels guilty instantly, and yet I know, this won't be the end.
The End
Like I said, short. I am re-watching the first season and got inspired to write this little drabble, Veronica Mars is by far my favorite show ever, so please review and let me know if I did it justice!
~Artemis