Spoilers. Set after Season 2 with the only twist that Keith Mars died in the Plane explosion.
Disclaimer: Well obviously I don't own Veronica Mars or any relations to the show. I am also a French person in an English world so some mistakes might have made their way in the writing. This is rated M for obvious reason of mature content from the very beginning.
Summary. After the tragic death of her father, Veronica found herself alone and defeated. When Logan make the crazy proposition to take her away and start a new life far away, she accepts. LoVe Fluff all the way.
I looked around at my living room with a satisfied sigh. I spent the afternoon cleaning every square feet of this house that my husband and I purchased a couple of years back. I hated to clean, but having a house comes with some positives and negatives sides, cleaning was definitely in the negative column, but seeing the joy in my husband eyes when he was coming back from work at the end of the day was just priceless. For my part I was working at home, I wasn't a stay at home mother, or a housewife, I was a Lawyer. I was 25 when I graduated from Georgetown University and I was looking at that diploma on the shelf in the living room with pride, just next to my husband's, his was a real miracle.
I looked quickly at my watch, it was almost six, I smiled thinking that he would come back soon, but my smile quickly faded away when I saw my reflection in the picture frame of our wedding day, I needed a shower, it was actually more than a need as the filth from the house was now all over me. As I ran upstairs, my legs remembered me that having this huge house was the best workout ever, who knows how many times I was climbing those stairs during the day, and my calf were showing sign of it.
I let the hot spray of water wash away all the dirt as the vanilla perfume of my shampoo replaced it. The bathroom was finally finished after two weeks of work and noises, we were now able to enjoy our well lighted and heated restroom and I wasn't even mentioning our huge shower, that could fit, him, me and probably another person. But we both made clear that the other person would have to be either Jessica Alba or Josh Hartnett, both celebrities that my husband and I fancied secretly, knowing that they would never cross our doorstep.
I slipped into my red panties with white lace embroidery that I bought at Victoria Secret during our last trip to Washington and curled up my long platinum hair around a wood stick. I loved this store so much, and for once I wasn't against me spending a ridiculous amount of money in clothing and he was encouraging me as usual. I even suspected that the giant posters of the Victoria Secret's angels were pleasing him very much as he spent thirty minutes admiring them.
I went across the closet and entered our bedroom the lamps each side of the bed reflecting the gold patterns on the dark red walls as the night was already here. We were in February, and the snow was beginning to fall, for the first time this year. Thanks to my job I was able to spend days without going out in the freezing wind, but I didn't forgot for a second what the temperature was outside this warm house. And the hands on my husband reminded it to me so well when he slipped his arms around my naked body frightening me in the process. He had this creepy custom to come into the house without making any noise, knowing that it was oh so too easy to make me jump when I was in deep concentration, working in the office that occupied the third floor or like tonight choosing my outfit for the evening. I screamed quickly feeling his frozen nose in my neck as he kissed under my ear.
"you are insufferable" I said putting my hands under his to get them away from my stomach. I turned my head and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Geez your cold" I let out stepping away from him. A grin appeared on his face, making his dimples come into sight, those being one of all the reasons I married him in the first place.
"I'm sorry honey but it's not my fault if you are so hot" He added taking his jacket off and putting it on the armchair.
"You mean warm" I said to him with a devious smile picking a black jeans with a pink faux wrap V-neck top with 3/4 length sleeves from my closet.
"That too" He confessed taking his tie off, I chuckled and put my jeans on when I felt his hands on my shoulders slowly sliding on the sides on my arms followed by his lips. "You know what I was thinking while I was in the glacial cold earlier" He whispered between his kiss.
"Your car have heated seat" I teased him sighing each time his lips were touching my skin.
"Shut up" he muttered as I was feeling his smile on the back on my neck. "No, I was thinking of you, warming me up once I'll be home" He slid his thumb under my bra strap making it fall on my upper arm.
A wild smile appeared on my face as I turned around now looking up at his beautiful brown eyes from his six feet three tall figure. Unfortunately I was only five feet seven so I had to go up on my toes to be able to kiss him, he put his arms around me and held me closer, deepening the kiss I initiated in the first place. Still holding me I felt my feet leaving the ground while he took the two steps that were between us and the king size bed, grabbing quickly my thighs making my legs wrap around his waist as we fell on the duvet.
I couldn't hold back a gasp when his body crashed on top on mine, cutting my air supplies for a second.
"Did I told you that I loved you today" He said kissing my collarbone and putting his hands in my hairs. I pressed my pelvis into his making him groan in my neck.
"I think I heard it this morning" I said grinning at the feel of him so close to me.
"I love you" He whispered before kissing the top of my breast. "I missed you today"
I was about to respond when I felt something vibrating in his front pocket, I groaned discovering a feeling not that unpleasant.
"Are you cheating on me with my cell phone?" He said looking at me while he was retrieving his phone.
"Whose fault is it, if it is a better lover than you are?" I giggled
"Hold on a sec, you are going to pay for that" He said before looking at the screen and picking up. "Yeah"
"Words, words, words" I laughed as he tickled me. I laughed even harder receiving a sshh from my husband.
"Wait a second Man" He said before putting his phone on speaker.
"Hi" I said out loud.
"You two can't stop shagging for a minute" a deep voice came out of the phone supporting a heavy British accent.
"We are not" I said looking up. "What's up ?"
"I am on my way, so stop doing what you are doing to get diner ready woman" He snapped playfully in the phone. A look of shock appeared on my face and I was about to say something about throwing his diner up his ass when my other half put his hand on my mouth stopping me.
"See you later Liam" He said and hung up.
"Did you hear what he said?" I was finally able to say when he took off his hand, he quickly got on his knees straddling my lower body as he took the hem of my jeans and made them slide along my legs.
"Yes, he said he was on his way, so we have ten minutes" He said undoing his belt and opening his fly "Do you want to be on top, or do you want me to be?" he added taking off his shirt in a quick motion. I couldn't believe he was actually considering having sex right now, knowing his business partner on his way for diner with his new girlfriend.
"I love when you talk dirty to me" I purred sitting up and kissing him before getting up.
"Baby!" He whined when he saw me getting dressed.
"I'll make it up to you" I said closing my jeans "I promise"
When he came down a couple of minutes later, dressed more casual than his usual work suit, in a jean and a sweater, he began to set the dining table as I put all the plates on it ready for him. I didn't plan on anything fancy tonight, so Lasagnas with a salad sounded about right for a light diner. Of course I filled up the freezer with vanilla and passion Ice Cream, knowing it was the favorite flavor of my husband and our dear long time friend.
"Lucy I'm hoomme" I heard someone saying from the front door. I looked quickly at my husband as Liam made his way to the kitchen.
"I told you to lock the door when you come home" I said
"I did, he have a key remember" He said before welcoming them.
Liam Murphy was a complete heartthrob, tall, dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and all muscles. Coming from a rich Irish family, he and my husband own the town, well most of the properties for rent or sale were theirs as well as most businesses. He was our age and my husband and I met him in Georgetown University as he was doing the same Master in Real Estate as him.
"Hey Ronnie, How you doin'?" He said hugging me tightly. "I haven't see you in a while"
"you saw me yesterday, you ass" I said as he was still hugging me. "Hi, you must be Taylor" I said taking the hand of the little blond next to him and shaking it while he released me.
"Yes, hi nice to meet you, your house is lovely" She said.
As they were making their way to the living room, my husband stayed next to me for a second.
"She is polite at least" I said looking at our friend's new girl.
"And she is wearing underwear" He added putting his arm around my waist.
"This is definitely an improvement" I finally said.
As diner was coming to an end, I went to the kitchen to get the ice cream, my head was lost in the freezer when I suddenly bump into someone while bending over. I looked behind me and found Liam cornering me in the fridge. I stood up and turned around.
"So V, did you decide to leave this loser and run away with me yet" He said softly, his top lip curling slightly with his grin. I rolled my eyes and pushed him so I could get away from the fridge before my ass got completely frozen.
"Aren't you tired of that yet?" I respond annoyed.
"When are you going to realize that I'm the one for you" He added stepping toward me.
"Sweetie, I've known you for 6 years, I think if you were the one for me I would have realized that at the beginning."
"Right, I think you were pretty out of it then" He said his smile getting bigger by the second.
"Are you hitting on my wife again?" My husband said entering the kitchen.
"Hey, it's not my fault if she doesn't want to recognize that she made a mistake marrying you" He said holding his partner's shoulder while I rolled my eyes again.
"Come on, get out of here before you end up wearing your sundae" They laughed and headed back to the living room.
My name is Veronica and I am Mrs Logan Echols.
Ten Years ago.
I couldn't take my eyes away from the gravestone sporting my father's name as people were leaving the funeral of Keith Mars, tears rolling down my cheeks partially hidden by my big black sunglasses. I just couldn't believe that there was nothing for me to mourn, the explosion of the plane made no survivor, nothing to recover, no bodies to burry. Logan had arranged the funeral, making sure that I would have a place to go to if I ever wanted to mourn my father, he knew from experience that having a parent just vanishing was somehow even worst than physically see them dead. The unknown, the "what ifs" were eating him from inside. He stood next to me in his black Armani suit, holding my hand, kissing my temple as I cried on his chest, until at some point I didn't have the strength to cry anymore.
As I pushed the door to my home, I was exhausted, I felt empty, looking around the apartment I, for the first time in my life, couldn't find a reason to fight, I just wanted to disappear. Logan came after me a few minutes later and found me sitting on the couch looking in the emptiness in front of me, Backup's chin resting on me lap.
"Veronica?" His voice was just a whisper at the sight of me he knew so strong but seemed to be like an empty shell before him.
"I'm…all alone" I said finally looking up at him with bloodshot eyes. "I don't even know… how to… or what to do…I"
"Veronica, you are not alone" He said kneeling in front of me taking my face in his hands "I am here, I am here for you" I looked into his eyes for a second defeated, then pushed his hands away.
"Don't be stupid Logan, we are only 18 and we are not in some teen lifetime drama, you can't be here for me"
"Why the hell not? No one can understand more than me what you feel at this moment. Veronica…if we were in a teen drama, I would take you away and start over" His words took me out of my trance. "I would create a life for us where you would never be hurt again. I lov…"
"You are not in love with me Logan" I looked at him with despair cutting him before he could say the words "and even if you were, take a deep breath and it will go away"
"Veronica" All he wanted me to know was that he did love me, for a while now, he only just realized it but it didn't mean that it wasn't there.
"You should leave" I pushed myself up and stepped away from him. He wanted to fight for me, for them, but the look on my face told him that it just wasn't the time.
Two days later, I knocked from the door of his suite, he hadn't seen me since he left my house, and he called wanting to see me but I wanted to be alone, I needed time. He opened the door and found me there standing in front of him.
"Take me away," I said in a whisper, and it only took three seconds, a blink of an eye, three seconds for him to make up his mind and alter our lives forever. He smiled and pulled me to him before kissing me softly on the lips.
"So who's going to play you in the movie?" He said with a smile "too soon?" He added but I eventually smiled too.
Logan grabbed my hand and walked me to the living room where he took the tv remote and turned the Tv on to the weather channel.
"Where do you want to go?" He said pointing at the Map of America on display before them. I looked at him for a second; I might have thought he was joking at first but then approached the screen and observed it for a moment. Logan stood behind me patiently.
"Here" I put my finger on the screen.
"Maryland?" I nodded "Alright" He took his walled and pulled out his black American Express. "Book the flight, we are leaving tomorrow"
"Tomorrow? We can't leave tomorrow, I have to pack and sell the house and the office, I can't just go"
"V, everything is going to be taken care of, from now on, you don't need to worry about anything, you might have found it funny, maybe not, but I was damn serious when I told you I would create a new life for us. I love you Veronica and I will do everything in my power to make you smile again"
I grabbed the card between my thumb and index finger and looked into his eyes. Dropping my bag onto the floor, I stepped closer to him and gently threw the card on the coffee table.
"There is something, that I want to do first" I took my jacket off and left it slide on the flood before grabbing his waist and pulling him toward me. I reached for his lips and kissed him like I kissed him so many times last year, passionately and hungrily. Soon his arms were around me holding me tight. I pushed him a little bit but his leg were stopped by the couch and he fell onto it heavily as I sat across his laps tugging on the bottom of his t-shirt to take it out of his jeans. He grabbed my wrists and pushed me away holding me tight.
"Please don't try to be a gentleman" I said "I need to feel something, please"
"Ok" that's all he said before claiming my lips for another hot kiss but this time he took control of the situation flipping me onto the couch laying his body on top of mine. He reached for my knee sliding his hips between my legs. I gasped at the feeling of his hard, hot body against mine, I grabbed his t-shirt and Logan pulled away just a second, enough for me to pull it over my head. Suddenly he stood up replacing the heat I've been feeling with cool air but I didn't have time to protest as he clearly was not going to stop, instead he strongly grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet, pushing my t-shirt up and working the buckle of my belt as it slid right out of my jeans with a squirm escaping my mouth. My jeans made it to the floor before he grabbed me letting me wrap my legs around his waist.
"I am not going to be a gentleman, if you don't want me to, but I won't fuck you on the couch like a cheap one night stand" his crude word just raised my temperature a little as I stood before him in my underwear. I smiled and kissed him more tenderly this time, my tongue playing with his, pressing my body tightly against his. He groaned putting his hands on my side, slowly sliding his thumbs in the waistband of my panties. I slowly stepped away, my eyes locked in his, like they were the mirrors of my own lust, they followed mine as I walked to the bedroom slowly sitting on the bed, making my body gradually slide up until my head reached the pillows. In a quick motion, he took off his jeans; in the meanwhile I unfastened my bra and threw it on the side, his pants already being transformed in a pool of fabric on the floor.
I slowly laid down on the large king side bed as he reached down to grab my lacey panties.
Logan looked down at me for a second, his eyes wandering on my body. I lifted my head a little meeting his mouth halfway before he crashed his body on mine. They kissed slowly at first, his hands grabbing my hairs while mine were exploring his strong back, our kisses becoming more impatient and erratic. Logan ran his hand on the right side of my body, until he reached my leg, grabbing my knee and lifting it higher. He didn't need to check; he already knew that I was ready. He crashed his mouth on mine to silence the gasp I let out when I felt him deep inside me.
After a few seconds, he started moving, his body undulating on mine, bringing himself even deeper at each thrust. Sliding his hand behind my neck, he used his other one to push us off the mattress, so I ended up in a sitting position on his laps. We both groaned, the new arrangement bringing him even deeper than before. I crossed my ankles behind his back whimpering against his mouth, all the other thoughts leaving my mind, when all I could think of, was Logan so intimately close to me his breathing deep and irregular.
He grabbed me by the waist hoisting me, retrieving himself almost all the way out of me, before letting me slide on him as slowly as possible, bringing intomy body the most intense pleasure I had ever felt.
My elbows went to rest on his shoulder as he did his last move, over and over again, my fingers taking hold on his hairs, while he was kissing my collarbone, going up in my neck and my jaw, before I looked down and kissed him passionately, taking control over him. I pushed my hips against his harder, his hands grabbing my ass to be able to push into me even more, small cries escaping my throat uncontrollably matching his moans.
He suddenly gripped my hips and made me fall on me back brusquely. His trusts became faster, deeper, making me bit my lower lip, the pleasure so intense, my hips joining his with as much force than his trusts.
I was so close; with a quick move, I rolled and ended up on top of him, his hands immediately grabbing my shoulder for leverage, making me gasped, more in surprise than pleasure. But Logan took quickly the control again, making us roll another time, his arms still under me, as he trusted erratically into me, causing my head to roll back and my back to arch, bringing his body closer to mine, if that was even possible.
"Come for me baby" He said between each trusts, as I was feeling a wave building slowly inside my belly.
"Only if you come with me" I managed to say, my breath caught in my throat like I was running a marathon.
"I'm right behind you" He said biting my neck, but that wasn't good enough. I ran my hands from his hairs to his lower back, grabbing onto the firmness of his ass.
"Now" I ordered pushing my hips against his forcefully, tightening my inner muscles at the same time, driving us both over the edge as I felt him come inside me just before the wave of my orgasm made me impossible to talk, think, or even breath.
After a moment of catching my breath, while Logan was doing the same, he looked up from my shoulder where his head was resting, My eyes still drunk from the orgasm he gave me. He slowly pulled off some pieces of hair stuck on my face by the sweat of our workout and kissed me passionately, a wild smile appearing on my face.
We drifted off in a orgasm induced sleep for a while, but when Logan woke up the bed was empty and I wasn't next to him anymore. He found me on the couch wrapped a bed sheet his laptop on my lap. He put his boxers back on and jumped onto the couch seating behind me.
"American Airlines to Washington, leaving at 1400 tomorrow" I said titling my head back to claim his mouth. He looked at the screen, as I was about to validate the purchase.
"First Class?" He asked kissing my neck. I smiled slowly and modified the seats. "We can afford to start fresh somewhere far away from this place, anything you want is yours, I promise you"
We flew to Washington that day and never looked back, I let him take control and at first I struggled, but soon I realized that being hot headed only brought tears and pain, so I let him and I have never been so happy. A car was waiting for us at the airport; he looked like a kid in a candy store when he slid behind the wheel of the shiny Volvo. We drove for 2 hours until we made it to the middle of Maryland in a little town called Oakland. It was really isolated but looked like a fairy tale, build around a huge lake, the sun was shining in this summer day like millions of little diamonds over the water. He stopped in front a little house made out of stones and wood, a chalet hidden in the trees. He reached for the glove compartment and retrieved a pair of keys.
"How on earth did you have the time to do all this?" I asked looking at the house. He smirked and kissed my hand.
"Money can buy anything. Even time" Logan opened the door and got out of the car.
But what I thought was a small chalet turned out to be a huge lake house; as soon as we stepped in the foyer, I discovered a massive living area with a fully equipped kitchen. The whole façade of the house was a window giving us an amazing view on the lake with our own private access to it.
As I stepped on the terrace just outside the living room, Logan came behind me sliding his arms around my waist.
"You like?" He asked kissing my cheek. "I got a great price for it" I turned around a look at him.
"You bought it?" He smiled and kissed my nose.
"Come on bumpkin, you have work to do" He said taking me back inside. "You have to make it yours" He twirled with his arms in the air "You are the woman of the house now"
I would never have thought that I would marry Logan five years later. We both went to Georgetown University after Logan made a very generous donation that I overlooked and He started a Real Estate business in the area with his College best friend, buying houses, businesses and land and turning them into the must have of the rich and famous of Washington and the East Coast. A Real Estate diamond in the middle of nowhere. I became a lawyer, looking after small claims from the comfort of our house.
Liam has been, flirtatious and was openly teasing me about choosing the wrong rich guy, suggesting us to ran away and make the passion we share rebirth from its aches. I never took him seriously; neither did Logan, knowing that his own business Partner wouldn't hit on the love of his life, his wife so explicitly if he were at least a minimum serious.
But things have changed; Liam was constantly changing girlfriends, finding pitiable excuses to break it off with them. Some were nice girls, some weren't, and some looked strangely like me, blondes for the most part, tall, mostly with blue eyes. I convinced myself that I was being paranoiac and was taking his assault with humor and weightlessness, but recently, he began talking to me while I was alone, stopping when Logan wasn't there. I wasn't scared of Liam, I knew he wouldn't do anything, he was sweet and caring, but his words were making me uncomfortable and I found myself avoiding him when it was possible. I didn't share that with my husband, even if we made each other promise to tell the truth and to not hide feelings that could at the end, after keeping too many of them in the dark, destroy our marriage. I was just waiting for the right moment to confess him my feelings fearing that it would break something between them or us.
I said goodnight to Liam and Taylor and went upstairs while Logan was leading them to the front door. I sighed at my reflection after brushing my teeth, even if I loved having people over for diner or any other moment of the day, I was always relieved to see them leave, knowing that I would be finally alone with Logan. I washed my face and dried it with the little towel that was hanging on my side of the sink and took off the wood stick that was holding my hairs up massaging my scalp a little to make the soreness fade away. My hands were soon replaced but Logan's as he put them through my hairs, I moaned slightly and pressed my back against his hard chest.
"Are you tired?" He said looking at me in the mirror. I opened my eyes and smiled slowly.
"A little bit" I answered sliding my hands alone his arms. "The cleaning wore me off"
"I told you to hire a cleaning lady last time, you don't need to clean the house that often" He whispered turning me so I could face him.
"I know, I like it when it's clean and tidy. And I don't need a maid" I smiled when he laughed.
"I have a surprise for you in the bedroom" He said taking my hand and dragging me there.
"You used to be so much more creative to put me in your bed Mr. Echols" I teased him, but I soon realized that sex wasn't the surprise he was referencing to. Logan grinned at me and retrieved a manila envelope from a folder he was taking to work everyday.
"One of my classmate from college found himself in a bit of a sticky situation and I owed him a favor" I looked at the surveillance photos that I took out of the envelope and frowned
"Sticky, you said. Is that caramel?" I asked bringing the picture closer to me.
"He is hosting a charity gala in a month, he would like that under control before then, we are invited"
"I will looked into it" I put the picture down and smile "Did you say gala?" He smiled putting the pictures on the side table.
"Okay, but just one dress" I warned him suddenly very serious.
"Fine" He pouted letting himself fall on the bed, I heard him sigh.
"Ok two, but that's it" I added pointing my finger at him.
I smiled and kissed him more tenderly this time, my tongue playing with his, pressing my body tightly against his.
That night I fell asleep curled against Logan's body, all my troubles far away behind me, my heartbeat slowly returning to it normal frequency. I loved him more than anyone, and nothing will ever make that change, not the fame, not the long separations we were sometimes forced into, not even Liam.