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Author's note: this is basically a what if? story inspired by the events of A Trip to the Dentist which i re watched recently. I'm always so frustrated by the fact that Veronica finds that camera and runs off at the end of the eppy (without even confronting Logan!) So i wrote this with the question of what would of happen with Logan & Veronica as a couple after the events of the episode if she hadn't found the camera. It was supposed to be a one shot but i still haven't finished the whole thing so i decided to upload the story in parts instead. Part 2 and 3 will be up soon. Hope you guys enjoy. Please let me know what you think :)

Part 1

'I'll be two minutes,' Logan promised giving Veronica one last lingering kiss that made her toes curl as he pushed her gently back against the soft bed beneath her. She watched him through lidded eyes as he disappeared through the creepy family faces curtain that was watching with unsettling eyes and gave a contented sigh, his absence allowing her to get sudden raging hormones back under control. When she was with Logan she found herself increasingly unable to keep her impulses in check, so it was a relief to have the chance to gather some semblance of control over her body. Her lips were still tingling from Logan's body trembling kisses and her body was practically humming with unfocused energy.

She was staring up at the ceiling, relaxing back into the bed as she waited patiently for Logan to return. Her mind couldn't help relieving the revelations that had been bought to the surface this day, from the truth about her rape to their recent outing as a couple to his friends, it had been one thing after another and it felt good to just lie back and let her mind wander freely for a few moments. It's been a weird day. Veronica thought, but it was good to finally have some closure over such a traumatic event that had plagued her mind incessantly for the last year. It was a weight off her shoulders at last.

'Honey, I'm home.' Logan announced playfully, re entering the room with a bottle of red wine and two glasses in his arms. Veronica looked up from her musings to find Logan watching her from the doorway. He was looking oddly relieved to see her still lying where he'd left her.

'I thought you might have taken off on me.' He explained at her questioning look.

Veronica frowned, confused. 'Why would you think that?' she asked.

'I don't know,' Logan gave a small shrug. 'Just a feeling. It's been a really weird day.'

'No kidding.' Veronica said wryly, as he echoed the thought she'd just had moments ago. What a complete understatement to describe such a day!

She watched him carefully as Logan placed the glasses down on a side table and poured the red liquid into the fluted glasses. He left the bottle where he'd placed it and walked back over to her, holding both glasses in his hands. He paused at the foot of the bed to smile down at her. 'You know, you really do look so adorable lying there, waiting for me.'

Veronica rolled her eyes at him as she took the proffered glass. 'I thought I always looked adorable.' She teased as she sipped the wine lady-like style. Logan settled himself beside her and drank his own glass in one long gulp.

'That's true.' He admitted with a crooked grin.

After a few more gulps of the tangy liquid Veronica placed the glass aside and returned her attentions to the boy sitting next to her.

'Now where were we?' Veronica asked coyly, leaning forward and pulling him towards her for another delightful kiss.

Logan was more than willing to comply as he coaxed her mouth open to slip his tongue inside, exploring every crevice of her mouth with his experienced tongue. He was such a damn good kisser, making her body tingle in unexpected ways, ways that she'd never felt before, not even with Duncan.

His lips were moving against hers as their tongues battle with each other for dominance. Logan's fingers caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly against her skin as his other hand slide from the nape of her neck down along the curve of her spine, the heat of his touch through the thin fabric of her top sending shivering sensations racing through her body. She was finding herself completely carried away by the feelings he was awakening within her, the warmth of his chest under her palms, the feel of his body under hers as she straddled his hips, the overwhelming scent of his aftershave, the gentle pressure of his hands on the small of her back; it was intoxicating for her and she never wanted this to end. All coherent thoughts and stresses from the day had vanished from her mind as she enjoyed the temporary respite from the madness that was their lives.