A/N: Rated M for a reason. Smut warning. Originally posted a few months back on AO3. Decided to make this a preseries multichapter fic. We'll see where this goes...
He refuses to let her worm her way into his brain. To let her words hold sway over him.
It's going to take all the willpower he possesses.
He breaks the kiss and she shifts on top of him. He doesn't need to see her face to know the expression she wears. Victorious.
Block her out. Think about Lilly.
Lilly, his sex-personified girlfriend. Lilly's kisses, Lilly's touch. Lilly, who lets him do anything, anything, in bed.
"Lo-gan," she breathes into his ear and punctuates it with a little nip to the lobe. He's sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed and blows out a long exhale, leans his head back against the mattress, the black silk tie obscuring his vision shifts slightly with the movement. Small fingers move up to adjust, smooth, the fabric back over his eyes.
She laughs. It's her I-know-your-deepest-secret laugh. He's only heard it once before.
"Don't you like your birthday present?" She whispers in his other ear.
And he does, god help him, he does like his present.
She moves back to his right ear, inserts her tongue teasingly, whispers, "I think you do."
When Lilly said she had something special planned for his birthday, he was expecting some new sex toy or incredibly complicated Kama Sutra position. He wasn't expecting this. This is so much better and so, so much worse. She'd waltzed into the pool house and greeted him with, "Happy Birthday, Lover. I'm here to give you what you really want for your birthday."
His mind went a million different directions as he considered what she had in store. Last year for his birthday, she dressed in a French maid's costume and blew him while he watched porn. It was a threesome video she brought as his gift; two blondes in similar French maid attire with a young guy. She claimed she was inspired because the guy looked like him. It was the hottest video he'd ever seen.
He proceeded to fuck her brains out for rest of the night. That was a good birthday.
He'd watched that video at least fifty times in the past year. It didn't escape his notice that one of the blondes was a dead-ringer for Veronica. Same slim build, same smallish breasts, same delicate features. The girl wasn't as beautiful but if he narrowed his eyes and let his focus go slightly fuzzy, he could easily make the substitution. It also didn't escape his notice that video-Veronica was the central person in the threesome. The other two lavished attention on her, bringing her to orgasm over and over.
But that had to have been a coincidence. Lilly couldn't have known he was into Veronica back then. He'd only gotten less careful about hiding it recently. Lilly had busted him twice in the last month making what she called "goo-goo" eyes at Veronica. Once when Veronica beat him at poker, and again last week at the beach when Veronica showed up in a black - shockingly un-modest - bikini. Lilly had teased him about it later, calling him out on his infatuation. She'd acted amused, like it was cute, so he laughed it off and denied it. That was the first time he'd heard that knowing chuckle of hers.
Now, it's clear to him that she's looking for payback.
"And what, pray tell, do I really want, Lilly?"
She winked at him. "You'll see."
After Lilly secured the tie around his eyes, she plopped into his lap on the floor and began her torment by whispering to him all sorts of things he didn't want to know about Veronica:
Do you know she sleeps in the skimpiest pj's?
(She kisses him deeply for several minutes.)
Just tiny camisoles and sleep shorts.
(She moves to his neck and leaves a trail of wet kisses down to his collarbone.)
I swear to god, Logan, the shorts she wears are so short her cute little butt hangs halfway out of them.
(She thrusts against him.)
And when she wears white camis, I can easily make out her adorable little nipples through the fabric.
(She rubs her nipples against his chest and bites the other side of his neck.)
I've seen her, you know, when she changes.
(She nibbles on his collarbone.)
You wouldn't believe how amazing she looks naked.
(She sucks on his earlobe and swirls her tongue inside.)
Her nipples are so gorgeous. Bubblegum pink. Wouldn't you just love to taste them? To take those little rosebuds into your mouth and just suck?
(She places her thumbs on his nipples and sucks on the side of his neck.)
My god, can you imagine how good she must taste?
(She moves back to his mouth for a passionate kiss, sucking on his tongue.)
Slowly, she drags her hand down to his shorts. He's dressed casually in work-out attire. Easy on - easy off. She wraps a hand around his bulge, murmurs in his other ear, "Oh, Logan. You do like your present."
And he tries, he tries so fucking hard not to make a sound. His hands are bunched into fists at his side and he's squeezing so much there's actual pain. But then her hand is inside his shorts and she's pulling him out and she'd obviously licked her palms and fingers because she's stroking him now and he's all wet and it feels unbelievably awesome and she says, "I bet Veronica's hands would feel just like this."
He just can't help the groan that escapes.
At this point, he's grateful for the blindfold. He doesn't need to see her arched eyebrow and bitchy smile. If she's going to do this to him, fuck it, he's going to enjoy it while it lasts. He figures she's going to dump him for good in the next five minutes so he needs to make the most of it.
She spends the next few minutes stroking him, kissing him, biting his neck and he's thinking maybe, maybe she's not going to leave him. That she really doesn't care about his crush. Then her hands are pulling off his clothes and she lowers her mouth to him.
She licks him up and down and starts sucking. In between each suck she's teasing him:
When Veronica gives blow jobs she probably does it really gently. Her hand like this...
(She moves her hand up to meet her mouth at the top of his cock.)
Don't you think Veronica's pretty mouth would look amazing wrapped around your cock? Those wide lips covered in lip gloss getting you all wet and sticky?
Veronica's lip gloss tastes like fruit punch.
Did you know Veronica gave Duncan a blow job and he came in her mouth and she swallowed?
Can you even picture virginal little Veronica Mars swallowing your come? Showing it to you and drinking it down?
A little dribble escaping and dripping down her chin that you could wipe away with your thumb?
If she keeps talking like this, he's going to lose it. If she says just one more thing, he's gonna come and that would be beyond terrible. The nail in his coffin. Because under normal circumstances, Logan can last exceptionally long during blow jobs. Lilly has complained many times about her jaw getting sore. It's just that he loves them so much, he puts maximum effort into lasting as long as possible. So if only two minutes of dirty talk about Veronica gets him to blow his load, he's pretty sure Lilly will be out the door before he ever gets the blindfold off.
"Stop." He chokes out.
"Oh my god, were you just about to come? Don't come yet, things haven't even begun to get good. I have another surprise for you."
He feels her get up. "Don't move and no peaking," she orders.
An agonizing minute later, he smells Veronica's perfume and feels bare thighs straddling him. He immediately moves his hands to caress them, starting at the knees and moving up, up, until his fingers brush the edge of soft cotton sleep shorts. He sucks in a harsh breath, his heart rate picking up considerably. For a second his brain flashes – Veronica? Did Lilly really get Veronica to agree to this? Oh my god, this is the Best. Birthday. Ever.
But then a sliver of doubt creeps in and he has to know for sure, so he slides his hands up to cup his seducer's breasts and his heart sinks like a stone. There's no doubt about who is sitting in his lap. I'm such a goddamn fool.
"Aw, you ruined it. I know you thought I was her. Your jaw actually hung open. I thought you were going to catch flies."
"Not. Funny. Lilly." His hands are back at his sides gripping the carpet.
"I don't know… I think it's terribly funny. Now don't ruin my present. Pretend I'm her. What would you do to me?"
"Lilly, I can't." he pleads. It's one thing for her to talk to him about Veronica to arouse him, it's sexy and (maybe but probably not at all) harmless, but he's still not sure how this whole thing is going to shake out. Is Lilly going to burst out of the room in anger? Ridicule him? Break up with him? Keep up the charade and let him finish?
If he actually pretends he's fucking Veronica, there's no way for them to recover from that. He'd be tender and gentle and that is just not the way things are with him and Lilly. He's afraid he would end up making love to her in a way that Lilly's never allowed and everything would just be so spectacularly fucked up after that. It would ruin friendships. Relationships. This whole thing is an awful idea.
A wonderful, awful idea.
"Shh. You're thinking too much." She starts kissing him again, softly, teasing. Her hands are ghosting over his skin. She grinds her sleep shorts against him and his mind is taken right back to her words from before (the shorts she wears are so short her cute little butt hangs halfway out of them) and he's harder than he's ever been.
She's whispering to him between kisses while she grinds down.
I'm wearing a white cami just like Ronica's.
These are her shorts.
She left them at my house last night.
We watched Cruel Intentions.
She got all hot and bothered and spent a few minutes in the bathroom doing naughty things after the movie.
I heard her gasping, Logan.
And now these shorts smell like her, like her soft little pussy when she comes.
Wanna smell them?
The answer to that question is a resounding yes. This is torture. Lilly is honest-to-god torturing him over his crush, and he knows he shouldn't but he does, desperately, want to smell Veronica's sleep shorts. He murmurs an "mmm hmm" and Lilly stands to push them down and a second later the silky-soft cotton pajama shorts are placed under his nose. He inhales deeply, and Jesus-fucking-Christ, now he knows what Veronica's arousal smells like. Different from Lilly, not as strong. Heady and feminine and perfectly Veronica and how the hell is he going to look her in the eyes at school on Monday?
He moans and takes another whiff. Lilly's back on top of him now. His head is tilted back on the bed and she places the shorts entirely over his nose and mouth.
Lilly takes a firm hold of his cock in her hand and wiggles down on top of him, sighing. His mind goes blank with the indescribably good sensation. The only thing he feels is uncontrollable need. He can't keep his hands from touching her anymore. He's desperate, grabbing anywhere he can feel skin. "Oh god, Lilly." Lilly starts moving, undulating her hips on top of him.
Mmm. You feel so good.
What do you think Veronica would say if she knew about your crush?
I've seen her looking at you.
I think she wants you, too.
She fantasizes about you being her first.
Do you want that?
Do you want to fuck that sweet virgin pussy?
I'd let you, you know. If you want to.
And this is so fucked up. Who does this to their boyfriend? He knows he's going to pay. She'll make him pay one way or another. But she's driven him to this point; past the point where he can stop. It's so fucking unfair, he hates her mind games. Why couldn't it have just been a birthday blowjob and some porn?
Can you imagine how good it would feel to push into her? Those pale thighs bracketing your hips? How tight she'd feel (Lilly squeezes him hard with her internal muscles)… all slippery and warm and wet.
What she'd feel like coming with you inside her, spasming all around your cock?
Do you think she's loud when she comes?
Could you make her scream?
He's bucking up hard now, moans slipping unbidden from his lips after every dirty thing Lilly says, and he can't help it, he's given up, cause there's absolutely no way he can keep from imagining Veronica on top of him. His thumb strums Lilly's clit in time with their thrusts and he's applying pressure the way she likes it. Lilly's on the verge of coming and he thinks maybe she has a crush on Veronica, too.
God, Logan. Just think about it. Little Veronica Mars falling to pieces on top of you. Grasping and clawing at you, moaning your name.
One deep inhale and he's coming so hard he's seeing stars and shouting out Veronica's name. Lilly's coming, too, writhing on top of him.
A minute passes and he pulls the shorts and blindfold off of his face, blinks open his eyes to adjust to the light. She's looking at him, assessing, her face unreadable.
"I love you, Lilly," he tells her sincerely, apology clear in his voice even though he's not completely sure he owes her one. He thinks it's possible she owes him one but his mind is all jumbled up and he can't think straight.
She gives him a feline grin and kisses him sweetly. "I know. I love you, too." She drops Veronica's shorts into a gift bag she had stashed under the bed. "Here. Happy Birthday."
As he's looking at the shorts hastily thrown into the bag, he's overcome with a deep sense of dread.
A few days pass and everything appears to be fine. He's avoiding Veronica, which is kind of strange, but Lilly's acting normally; they kiss and talk and fuck like nothing's changed. But day after day, he's left waiting for Lilly's time bomb of retribution to go off.
After a few weeks pass, he begins to relax. Starts talking to Veronica again and stops obsessing over the whole thing. One day, he and Lilly make plans to swim at his pool and just as he comes downstairs and is making his way to the kitchen, he hears Lilly's voice. He stops in the hallway and watches her flirting for several minutes with his dad. She's strutting around in a string bikini, playing with the tie on the front of her top and laughing at his lame jokes and twirling her hair. Aaron's eyes are glued to her cleavage. She sees Logan watching them and winks at him. Gotcha.
Everything crystallizes in an instant.
Payback.
A/N1: I wrote this fic to explore a possible motive for Lilly's affair with Aaron. I've never been totally satisfied with the "she's just a thrill seeker/hedonist/young and wild" explanation. I'm thinking it was more vengeful.