Learning to Trust
I wrote most of this while waiting impatiently for Season 3 to begin. So this one takes place as of the season finale of season two.
I wanted to get it done before season 3 started. Fan fiction somehow loses its significance for me once the actual episodes start to conflict with the fan fiction world. So knowing I wasn't going to make the deadline, I almost abandoned the story…until the season started. They skipped all the good stuff! Veronica and Logan share a kiss at the end of Season 2 and then it fast forwards to the afterglow of one of the many times they've made love. yawn. What about their journey to get to that point in their relationship? That's the stuff we want to see!
I am also frustrated that Veronica is still holding back with Logan. He is allowing himself to be vulnerable but Veronica is still hesitant. Not in my world. :-)
So, here it is. The missing chapters of LoVe.
Chapter One
Veronica and Logan cuddled together on her couch as the closing credits to the movie rolled. They'd gradually moved closer as the movie played. Touching. Her hand on his flat stomach. His arms around her. Her head resting against his chest – paying more attention to his beating heart than the movie. Veronica snuggled in closer and Logan tightened his arms around her. She sighed. She'd been anticipating this part all evening.
Between his father's murder and funeral, she and Logan hadn't had any time to be alone together since, well, since they'd gotten back together. It seemed that his friends, lawyers or even his full-of-herself sister were always around. She'd swear he was trying to avoid her except he wanted her around, too.
Her phone would ring early in the morning. "Hey, gorgeous."
"Hey, yourself."
"When are you coming over?"
"Can I at least shower first?" She expected a flirty reply to that one – maybe something about saving water by showering together.
"No point in showering. We're just going to be hanging out by the pool. Dick and the gang are coming over, too."
Damn. Dick.
Finally, today she'd grabbed her chance. Her Dad came into the kitchen, suitcase in hand. He was going out of town on a case for a few days. Perfect.
The second he was out the door, she was on the phone with Logan. "Want to come over for dinner tonight?"
"Family dinner with the Mars clan? Me? I don't know. That sounds a little too "Leave it to Beaver—"
Veronica sucked in her breath.
"Sorry. Stupid comment. I-I wasn't thinking."
"That's OK. Simple pop culture reference. What am I going to do? Stop discussing furry little rodents, or Canadian nickels, or using the word dam?"
"Canadian nickels?"
"Yeah, they have a beaver on them. Never mind. Besides, it's not the Mars clan. Mars senior is out of town for a few days." She paused to let the implication sink in.
The pause seemed longer than it should have been.
"Yeah, sure. That sounds good. Can I bring anything?"
So damn formal. No comment about it just being the two of them? "Just yourself."
"Let's make it dinner and a movie. I'll bring the movie."
A movie. That wouldn't leave a lot of time for talking or anything else she might have in mind. But at least he hasn't suggested going out to a movie, surrounded by hundreds of other people. They were going to be alone together. It was a start.
Lord of the Bloody Rings. Could he have found something longer to rent? Well, it could have been longer – he could have rented the whole trilogy.
Veronica raised her eyes to Logan's and smiled. He returned a hesitant smile and leaned down. She closed her eyes, remembering the fiery kisses the two of them had shared last year.
No lips pressed against hers. She opened one eye a crack. Logan was reaching for the remote control.
"If you start the DVD extras I will beat you up."
Logan laughed. "And I don't doubt that you could." He leaned back on the couch, a cocky half smile on his face. The remote still lay on the coffee table.
OK, she had his attention. Now what? This hadn't been so difficult last year. Veronica took a deep breath. "I've missed you."
Logan lost his cocky half smile. Veronica would have been nervous about that but in his eyes…in his eyes she could see a glint of the passion they'd shared.
"I missed you, too," he whispered.
Veronica sat up and wrapped her arms around Logan's neck. "Show me how much."
Logan half exhaled, half groaned as his lips met hers. Hard and soft. Rough and gentle. Here was the passion she'd known. The Logan she'd known. That, and a hint of desperate longing. He was a man in the desert and she was his water. He bent her backwards on the couch, his weight pressing down upon her length.
She fumbled with his shirt, gently drawing her hands up his back.
He buried his face in her neck, nipping a trail as he went.
OMG that felt good. Her nails dug into his back as she arched towards him.
"Veronica," he groaned.
She reached for the waistband of his jeans, running her fingers just underneath until she reached his belt buckle.
A sharp intake of breath hissed through Logan's teeth and he was gone. He stood beside the couch, breath heavy, eyes dark. "I've got to go. It's late."
Veronica scrambled up. "Logan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just…I have another appointment with the damn lawyer tomorrow."
"Come on. I've seen you go into exams after partying all night. What's one meeting with a lawyer who's totally sucking up to you anyway?" Veronica reached out a hand.
He stepped backwards. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he hadn't meant to do it. Like he'd given too much away.
Veronica's voice shook. "What did I do wrong?"
Logan straightened up. "God! Why do girls always think it's about them? I've got two dead parents – a pill-popping suicide case for a Mom and a murderous, now murdered father. I've got a vulture of a sister circling the dead bodies, looking for the cash." Logan opened his arms wide. He was yelling now. "Excuse me if I don't have time to satisfy your animal urges!"
Veronica gasped.
Logan opened his mouth as if to say something. Then he shook his head and headed for the door. A hand paused on the doorknob for a moment, and then he was gone.
What the Hell just happened?