Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars. I'm in no way affiliated with the actors or the writers or anything like that. I just love the show.
It's hard to say when it began, this dance of theirs. In the rush of Duncan's departure, no one looked closely enough at the jilted lover and the forgotten best friend both shoved aside for a tiny baby and a gaping heart wound. No one expected them to band together and with the last thread of their past really truly gone, it had seemed impossible. Who would've thought that Logan Echolls and Veronica Mars would ever be caught dead together again? Willingly?
"Logan." Her voice is an urgent whisper and it cuts through the inky darkness of the room.
"Hm?" He responds, still half sleeping. His lips smear a kiss on her forehead, his arms tightening about her for just a second. His eyes snap open, and he loosens his grip remembering that with an arrangement like theirs, there's no room for romance. "Yes, Veronica?" He asks, completely unselfconscious, as if he's not naked and practically on top of the covers.
"I thought I heard a noise." His brows furrow in surprise as he glances to the doorway of her bedroom.
"And you wanted me to go kill the creepy crawly? Sorry Mars, I didn't think to come with bug repellent."
"And I obviously don't have any." She replies pointedly. Turning from her, he reaches to the floor for his jeans. In a moment he's dressed and heading for the door. "What're you doing?" She asks, panic rising in her voice. She's clutching the covers to her chest as she sits up and he smirks.
"Mars, you just got a booty call. How many more services can I render for you this evening?" There's a smile in his eyes, the ghost of the old Logan-the one that he keeps hidden slips out, and for just that second, she feels herself softening towards him. "I promise I'll look for the noise making thing on my way out, if that makes you feel any better. After all, we can't have something else coming in here and damaging your virtue."
"Ha, ha. Funny. You really can't go out that way."
"C'mon, Mars. You didn't pay for all night and I have other…things to do." He moves to turn the doorknob, but she jumps out of the bed, wrapping her hands around his before he can. "Aw, Sugar, if you wanted me to say this badly, you could've just asked." He smirks, glancing appreciatively at her now completely exposed form.
"Can you just use the window? Please?" She fumes, grabbing the sheet from the floor and wrapping it tightly around herself.
"Veronica, I promise you. Whatever's out there isn't going to hurt me." His voice is sincere and for a second the room is cast in silence. Then she snorts.
"Unless it's my father with his shotgun, right?" His face pales considerably, and he nods, grabbing his discarded jacket from the floor and edging open the window.
"You sure about Papa Mars? He was snoring mighty loudly when I snuck in." He's halfway out the window now, balancing precariously on the sill.
"Not a hundred percent, but you never know." She grins to herself, and he can't help but smiling back. He reaches forward and her breath catches. His fingers drop before he can touch her. "Well that was really close to being a hallmark moment." She responds, cuttingly-anything to explain away any hidden heart or flower like sentiment. "But you've got to go." She shoves him the rest of the way, leaning over the ledge he'd been sitting on, moments before. "After all, I've got other things to do." Her brows rise in an unspoken challenge, but she knows he won't take her up on it. As she wanders through the room she wonders if there really is someone else filling his bed. She can't quite push the dull ache away from her heart.
Author's Note: I'm not sure if that's going to be it, but we shall see.