Note: For anyone wondering why Slides of Cosy Lives hasn't been updated in a while, this fic is the main reason why - I spent all of October writing and posting Promptober (and now I'm having a bit of writer's block with Slides).

Flashlight

Veronica slid the room key into the door and opened it carefully. The suite was dark, save for the corner lamp that always seemed to be on. She crossed the room swiftly, feeling just the teeniest bit guilty for being here, for intruding on his space without asking.

He never asked for your key back, she reminded herself, as if it that made it better. It's not B&E if you have a key. Besides, you're just gonna grab what you came for and leave. A quick in-and-out. No one has to know.

She slipped into Logan's dark room and made a beeline for the nightstand on the right side of the bed. Starting with the bottom drawer, she gently eased it open and slid her hand in, feeling around. Nothing. Carefully pushing it closed, she tried the next one up. Still nothing. She gave an internal sigh as she pulled open the top drawer and hesitantly reached in, not sure she wanted to know what was inside.

Back when they were together, Logan had actually kept his top drawer surprisingly scandal-free. Other than a box of condoms, it hadn't held anything particularly inappropriate. Of course, that may have all changed in the time since they'd broken up.

It has to be here. It has to.

"Hmm, I bet you're wishing you had a flashlight right about now."

Veronica froze, her eyes wide and her heart pounding as she turned her head towards the bed to see the outline of Logan's head illuminated in the dim moonlight.

"Fuck." The curse word fell from her lips involuntarily as Logan reached across to turn on the bedside lamp.

"What are you doing here, Veronica?" he asked wearily, propping himself up on one elbow as he blinked sleepily, his hair mussed

"I, uh…" Veronica glanced down at her hand in the drawer, before quickly pulling it out and slamming it closed. "I didn't think you were here."

He gave her a perplexed look. "That doesn't answer my question."

"I, um, I was looking for something that I left here."

He cocked an incredulous eyebrow. "And instead of just asking me for it, you decided to break into my hotel room when you thought I wouldn't be in?"

"I didn't break in," she muttered feebly, still kneeling on the floor. "You gave me a key."

"Yeah, when we were dating." Logan didn't look impressed. "Which you failed to return after we broke up."

Veronica looked down, guilt surging through her. "Sorry. You're right, I should have asked. It's just… it's kind of embarrassing, and I thought it would be easier if I just got it myself."

That made Logan straighten, as he frowned suspiciously. "What exactly are you looking for, Veronica?"

She felt her cheeks flush with heat and she kept her head down as she mumbled it under her breath.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." His tone held a hint of amusement, which told her he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Oh, don't make me say it, Logan." She sighed, finally looking up at him.

A slow, teasing smile spread across his face. "Say what?"

"Never mind." She shook her head and rose to her feet, just wanting to get out of there. "I'm just gonna go."

"Okay, fine." A smirk played on his face. "But if you're not gonna take it now, I guess I'll just drop it by your dad's house in the morning.

Veronica's eyes widened as she flushed with embarrassment. "You wouldn't!"

His smirk turned into a grin. "Try me."

She closed her eyes for a moment before holding out her hand. "Okay. Give it here."

Logan raised an eyebrow, before leaning over to the left side of the bed and opening the top drawer of the other nightstand. He pulled out the exact object she'd been looking for and placed it in her hand. Her fingers clamped around it immediately and she swiftly shoved it into her bag.

"Thank you."

Turning quickly to avoid his penetrating gaze, she strode toward the door and pulled it open. As she was about to step through it, his voice floated across the room.

"Any particular reason you needed it tonight?" he aked airily. "I mean, you do seem very tense; guess you must be in need of a release."

"Fuck you, Logan," she muttered, mortification flooding through her.

So much for a quick in-and-out. Her eyes widened as she realised what she'd just thought. God, that was a poor choice of phrasing.

"I'd be happy to help you out," he added. "It'd be just like old times. You, me and your handy little helper there."

Veronica couldn't help it; she looked back at him, her body thrumming with sudden arousal. How did he always manage to do that to her? Even when they were enemies, she couldn't seem to stop her body from reacting to him.

She shook her head. "I have to go. Goodbye, Logan."

Without turning back, she stalked out of the hotel suite, not stopping until she was safely inside the elevator. She sank back against the mirrored wall and ran a shaky hand through her hair.

Fuck. That could not have gone any worse.

Not only had it been an unexpected and extremely awkward run-in with Logan, now she was feeling so worked up, she was actually tempted to take him up on his offer… which would be a supremely stupid thing to do. She'd only gone to his room tonight because she'd heard he would be at a frat party… and because she'd wanted to save both of them the embarrassment of actually having to ask for it back. Except it had completely backfired and she had just made things ten times worse.

Story of my life.