Disclaimer: Don't own them. Just LoVe them.
Notes: This chapter is rated M due to a teeny bit of a saucy scene, but most chapters will be T-K. Sweet fluffy fluff, because I'm not too good at the whole smut thing.
THIS CHAPTER: So, the 'Spring Fling' themed Sadie Hawkins dance is coming up, and Veronica has decided to go alone. Logan is, surprisingly, also alone, helping out Gia Goodman at the entrance. When Veronica drags Logan off to dance, the night takes a different turn.
The Sadie Hawkins Dance. It was every girl for themselves, every guy staking out the ladies they wanted and getting unexpected requests instead.
Veronica was goin' stag. She'd told Mac and Wallace a dozen times that she was okay going alone, she was busy manning the camera for the night. Mac had pouted at her but consented after she finally asked Cassidy to go with her. Wallace already had Jane, and the moment she said she was going by herself, had asked if she was sure once and then proceeded to let it go.
Not that she had anyone to go with anyway. All her ex-boyfriends were... not exactly available for her to ask, and most of the other potentials were either taken or hated her. She was totally okay with going by herself and being the local photographer. Totally.
And seeing Logan's face behind the entrance desk as she appeared early to set up her camera equipment totally didn't make her breath hitch. Totally.
His chair was balanced dangerously on two legs, his feet resting on top of the table and his arms behind his head. He seemed to be trying very hard to ignore Gia Goodman's blathering as she flitted around the front of the table, adjusting the tickets and the cash box as she went. Veronica couldn't tell what she was chatting about, but she noticed the restrained annoyance on Logan's face. As she walked up, a flash of an emotion she couldn't pinpoint crossed his face before vanishing under his trademark smirk.
"Well well well, Ronnie, fancy seeing you here. Didn't take you for a dance type-a girl." Logan raised an eyebrow at her, shuffling his feet off the desk. There was a thud as the chair righted itself and his chin fell into his awaiting hands.
His smirk said 'I'm too good for this' but his eyes said 'help me'. She gave him a mocking smile and her famous Veronica head tilt.
She switched over into one of her favourite accents. "Why sir, I've been waitin' for this here dance for years, I believe I'm meant to find myself a husband on this night of debauchery."
This prompted an actual smile from him, and he opened his mouth to respond when Gia finished up her adjustments and finally noticed Veronica standing there. The girl wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her neck as she exclaimed, "Ver-ON-icaaaa. There you are!"
The odd pronunciation of her name that she was still not used to hearing from Gia made her wince and Logan made a face at her. She extracted herself from Gia's arms quickly.
"Okay, I'm just going to go over there and set myself up. You guys have fun." Veronica escaped the awkwardness that was arising, moving to the station that was left for her – which was just a shimmering sheet propped up on a few poles to give the backdrop effect, covered in balloons and streamers. She began pulling all her tripod pieces from her camera bag and started piecing them together.
A tingle on the back of her neck made her aware that she was being watched, and she not-so-subtly turned her head. Logan didn't look away, he just watched her. She didn't know why, but she stuck her tongue out at him cheekily. Before she spun back to her work, she saw the dimples she'd always adored.
The music was making her head ache. That, combined with the flashing strobe lights and the punch Dick had obviously spiked (which she hadn't noticed until she'd had at least six glasses, so the edges of her vision were getting a little blurry), made her want to either hit someone or shuffle into a dark quiet room and never leave. She blinked for a second to focus through her camera lense at yet another couple doing strange poses against her backdrop. After a few shots, she'd had enough and told them to skedaddle. They left with an angry mutter in her direction. She rolled her eyes and turned around, taking note of Gia and Logan sitting at the entrance desk – in typical fashion, she could see Gia's mouth moving a hundred miles a minute and Logan's face was pinched, a clear sign he was on the verge of snapping.
Veronica wandered over to place her handful of cash on the table, catching the last few pieces of conversation. In her tipsy haze, she reached out for Logan's hand right as he turned to tell Gia exactly what he thought of her, tugging him up from his chair.
"Dance with me."
They approached the dance floor, Veronica's hand slipping from his, but he caught it and held tight. Maybe it was just the alcohol rushing through her veins, but courage flared in her chest and she laced their fingers together. He squeezed her hand in response.
"When I dreamed of this moment, I've Had The Time of My Life was always playing." She stopped in the middle of the crowd and turned to face him. He gazed down at her. "What can you do?" He seemed resigned.
The moment before she wrapped her arms around his neck, he opened his mouth, as if to continue. Her hands locked behind his neck, and he instantly placed his hands on her waist, touching her gently. They were swaying mindlessly. He was staring at her. She was avoiding looking into his eyes.
His nose rested against her forehead, as he had always done when he was telling her how much he loved her. This time, he said nothing. She finally glanced up, and their eyes caught: she got stuck in a whirlwind of emotions, of time lost, a feeling of want and pain and need.
"Did I ever tell you I was sorry?"
The question made Veronica stumble. Her eyebrows narrowed. "Sorry for what?"
Logan averted his eyes, the shame clearly burning on his cheeks. "For everything. For summer. Weevil, Duncan, you. There's a lot I have to apologise for."
"No, Logan-" She was shaking her head when his fingers rose to touch her chin, forcing her to face him. Their lips were a breath apart, noses together.
"Bobcat, just let me apologise." The nickname put a hitch in her throat. Logan clearly noticed, because a snarky smile appeared on his lips. "I'm sorry... Bobcat."
Veronica moved quickly, resting her chin on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. "You stop that right now."
His grip on her waist tightened. "What, calling you Bobcat? I'm only doing it because I know you like it. It always got you all hot and bothered."
"And that's why you need to stop. We aren't together anymore."
"That can always change, you know." She pulled back to look at him, and the sincerity in his eyes shocked her. He leaned forward tentatively.
"Should we be doing this?" she asked quietly, the movement making her lips brush.
"Absolutely, Bobcat." Logan closed the distance between them, and heat rushed through Veronica, making her lean into the kiss.
She shouldn't have been kissing him, it was bad news. Last summer, he had almost gotten himself killed, she knew that. That was why they broke up. That was why she'd gone with the safest option, with Duncan – but then, her safe option had ended up kidnapping his daughter after his pregnant ex-girlfriend plunged over a cliff, went into a coma, and died after giving birth.
"Screw the safe option," she mumbled against his lips. Logan moved back, breaking off the kiss with a traditional eyebrow raise.
"What?"
Veronica shook her head. "Don't worry. How about... we get out of this dance? I'm a bit drunk and can't stand the thought of snapping pictures of any more sappy couples. And somehow, we're going to talk about everything, but for now, we are just going to go."
Logan didn't give any complaint, he simply laced their fingers together again and the pair of them left the dance, gathering a few stolen moments when they saw a dark corner void of people.
Ever the gentleman, Logan opened her door for her when they reached his car, allowing her to scramble inside. Getting into the driver's seat and starting the ignition, he grinned at her, reaching to grab her hand gently and squeezing it before turning to the task at hand.
The Neptune Grand lobby was fairly dead at this time. Considering it was a Thursday night, this was hardly surprising. Logan had Veronica's hand in a vice-like grip as they hurried toward the elevators. The second the doors closed, they were pressed into the corner, hands and mouths roving. Logan was busy with her neck when they arrived at the floor, and Veronica blushed deeply upon seeing a bellboy entering as they were leaving.
Logan's card beeped against the lock and he tugged Veronica into his room. Her back hit the door, her legs lifting as he picked her up. The two were breathing heavily.
"Logan," she said, trying to get his attention. She moaned softly when he bit lightly into her shoulder in response. Her hands fluttered at his chest. "Logan, we need to talk."
"Nope. No talking. More kissing." Veronica shoved him gently, detaching his mouth from her body. He sighed, looking at her. "Okay, okay. You win, Bobcat. We'll talk. But you owe me extra time afterwards."
He winked as he sashayed over to the couch and plonked himself among the cushions. Veronica followed after a beat, settling in under his waiting arm and throwing her legs over his, essentially becoming seated in his lap.
"So you interrupted our favourite time of the evening. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Logan's fingers brushed against her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"We need to discuss things. Like, us things. Because I'd like to jump straight back into this, but I want us to be totally open and honest with each other."
He placed a kiss on her cheek, along her jawline. "Yes. Honest. Open. Absolutely."
"I'm serious, Logan," she said. He groaned, his head dropping until it was resting against her, his hair tickling her nose.
"Bobcat, I promise. I won't keep anything from you from now on, I'll be totally honest, and I won't lash out if something comes up. Is there anything else to go with that promise?"
Veronica copied his earlier move and touched his chin, lifting his head so he would look at her. "One more thing. Did you mean it when you said you were in love with me last summer?"
The grin that bloomed on his face made her heart skip a beat. "I was in love with you then, and I'm in love with you now. Our story is epic. Lives ruined. Blood shed. And that will never change."
She was looking in his eyes, seeing the truth in his words. She smiled. "I love you too." His eyes widened, by a lot. For a second, she wondered why, but as his lips smashed into hers, she realised it was that she hadn't said it to him before. She kissed him back for a second before she muttered against his mouth, "I do love you Logan. Always have."
Their clothes were gone before she could process it, but the heat flaring in her chest was threatening to burn her up from the inside, and she needed to have him closer.
He was pressing light kisses against her skin, along her neck and chest and stomach, his hands exploring the skin near her waist. Her back arched, her head pushing into the gap between the cushions. Her hand reached for him, tangling into his hair. She used her grip to tug his head up, meeting his lips forcefully.
She could feel him against her, and she had to have him in that second. One swift move joined the two of them, a loud moan erupting between them. Her nails left marks down his back as they moved together. The heavy breathing turned into Oh god's and yes's, into drawn-out groans and the squeaking of couch cushions under her bare skin. Minutes and minutes passed, the pleasure building in her naval. Both of them were covered in a thick sheen of sweat by the time it erupted, leaving her gasping against his chest.
Logan's arm was wrapped around her, stuck between her body and the couch as she rested her head on his chest. She glanced up into his eyes. He grinned mischievously down at her, kissing her forehead.
"That- was- incredible. But despite having a lot of fun, I think we should probably get up and dress before Dick decides to come find you. After all, you did leave him all alone at the dance."
