Music boomed through the Echolls mansion, Neptune's most elite were drunk and either grinding against each other, doing body shots or making out.

"C'mon, Ronnie," Logan slurred as he giggled. "Let's groove to the boogie woogie beat."

The petite blonde giggled and let out, "That doesn't even make sense!"

"'Course it does," he insisted and waggled his brows. "You just gotta feel me."

Highly amused, she giggled loudly. "Do you hear the words that come out of your mouth, Logan Echolls?"

"Words aren't the only thing that my mouth is good for, you know," he waggled his eyebrows and moved incoherently.

Yolanda laughed and remarked to the petite blonde, "Vee! Just go dance with him before he spouts off something worse."

"M'kay." She stretched out her hands and wiggled her fingers for Logan to pull her up from the couch. She giggled when she fell onto him. He grinned and steadied her.

His hands rested on her hips and she swung her hands around his neck. The tempo was high and while they swung their hips they remained in the same spot. "Why can't all guys be like you, Lo?" She murmured.

He arched an eyebrow and remarked, "You mean get dumped every other week?"

Befuddled at her best friend's attitude toward Logan, she confessed, "I don't get why she does that."

"She's Lilly," he shrugged weary at the topic of conversation. "She gets bored." He'd stopped questioning their relationship a long time ago. He still got annoyed and angry but he'd stopped hoping for any explanations. He'd stopped hoping for her to love him like had her. He stopped thinking that one day he'd wear her down and she'd just give into him. It exhausted him.

Veronica snorted. "You're literally the most interesting person I know. We've been friends for," she paused, a concentrated expression on her face. "Four years and I've never gotten bored of you."

His lips curved into a smile and he whispered, "Same goes for you, Ronnie. You're my favorite person to talk too."

She beamed at him. "Really?"

A chuckle passed his lips as he nodded. "Really."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Mm?" He hummed.

She looked him in his eyes and asked, "Why do you let Lilly treat you like that?"

He sighed. And she elaborated, "I mean, Duncan ignored me and Lilly's done that and worse to you. But I wouldn't get back together with Duncan 'cause he hurt me, you know? So why'd you do it?"

"It's easier," he shrugged.

"Than not getting hurt?" Her brows knitted.

For a moment she thought that maybe he wasn't going to answer but she heard him whisper, "Than not having any of you."

She frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He licked his lips and told her, "Duncan's Lilly's brother. You're Lilly's best friend." He swallowed and met her gaze, "Who am I?"

Her blue eyes colored with confusion and she said, "You're my best friend too. And Duncan's."

His heart warmed at her sincerity. He knew that she'd like to think that but he also knew that if she had to choose a side, she'd choose Lilly.

"Guess, I'm a sucker for punishment." He shrugged. "Let's get some refreshments."

He took her hand and pulled her toward the drinks. She froze behind him, her focus landed on her newly former boyfriend sucking face with Shelly Pomroy. The tears stung her eyes before she'd had any chance of a controlled reaction. When Logan handed her a cup, she'd downed the drink so fast that Logan did a double take.

"Whoa, there, Ronnie," he eased at her. He followed her her line of sight and his jaw clenched. What was wrong with Duncan? He was all for his friends having fun but didn't he have any common sense? Veronica didn't deserve to be treated like that.

"Hey," Logan softly whispered and wrapped his arm around Veronica's waist. "C'mon."

When they reached Logan's room, her tears spilled. "I-I just I don't understand. He didn't even tell me why. Is that so much to ask for? I just want to know why."

His heart ached and he pulled her into a hug. "I wish I knew, Ronnie," he murmured as he gently stroke her hair. "Duncan's an idiot."

"Am I not good enough for him?" She whispered, an aching tone in her voice.

He shook his head, brushed her hair from her eyes and cupped her face. "You're amazing, Veronica." His brown eyes met her blues in an intense stare. Her breath hitched at his words and he felt his urge to kiss her grow stronger. He blew out a breath and muttered, "God, I swear I'm gonna kick his ass."

His hand fell from her face, he stepped away to insert space between them and she felt herself disappointed at the loss of contact. She squeezed her eyes shut as Logan turned to pour them drinks. She swallowed and said, "He's your best friend."

"You're my best friend too," he smiled softly and offered her the cup. She accepted with a grateful smile, her heart warmed at his admission. "And I swear there's nothing, nothing wrong with you," he assured her in a gentle yet firm voice. "It's him," Logan added with annoyance laced in his words. "Somethings wrong with him."

She shook her head, took a long sip from the cup and swallowed. "He's Duncan Kane, he's perfect."

She settled on his bed and he moved to sit next to her. He took her hand in his, an attempt to comfort her and clear whatever doubts that seemed to be clouding her mind. "He can't be perfect if he let you go."

Her eyes glistened with tears, her heart beat fastened and her fingers tingled underneath his. She felt dazed and she wasn't so sure that it was because of the alcohol. In a soft whimper, she let out, "Logan." She wasn't sure what she'd meant. She wasn't sure why it sounded so aching. She wasn't sure how this night of fun to forget their terrible luck with relationships ended up with them having a heart-to-heart in his bedroom. She wasn't sure why her eyes kept darting to his lips, screaming for those soft, warm lips to kiss hers.

He took in a breath and told her, "You're kind hearted and you're so smart and you're feisty when you're passionate about something and you're so beautiful." His hand grazed her cheek and somewhere between their hazy thoughts and his heartfelt words, they'd edged closer. Their empty cups laid at the said of the bed and their faces inches away from each other. "So, so beautiful."

An overwhelming feeling stirred within her, she wasn't sure what to call it, she'd never felt such a sensation before in her life. How was he able to do that to her?

"I wish it'd been you," he'd admitted in a low whisper.

Her gaze snapped from his lips to his eyes and she pulled away slightly. "What?"

He exhaled a breath and licked his lips. Instantly, her eyes darted back to his lips and she instinctively licked hers. "I wish the bottle had landed on you and then I'd have kissed you instead of Lilly and maybe we'd have gotten together and maybe we could've been happy."

Memories of Dick's party last year echoed in her mind, a game of spin the bottle ignited the fire of Lilly and Logan. The thoughts of her best friend filled Veronica with guilt, she swallowed and straightened her posture, pulling herself away from Logan.

She shook her head and told him, "It wouldn't have mattered Logan. We wouldn't have worked."

"Maybe we would have," he sounded out in an airy tone.

She chewed on the inside of her lip, she didn't want to go down that road of what if. He was her best friend's boyfriend. He shouldn't be comforting her like this. This was way too intimate for just friends. "I'm not like Lilly. She's sexy-"

"You"re sexy," he'd immediately interrupted her.

She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to deny the flutter of her heart at his words. Why did he have to sound so sexy saying that to her? "I'm not looking for validation, Logan. I'm just stating the facts."

His brows furrowed a little, why was she so insecure about herself? She was perfect. "And I'm not validating anything. It's facts."

"Logan," she whispered.

"I don't get why you're insecure," he admitted. "How can you see yourself as anything less than what you are? You're amazing, Veronica Mars."

Her mouth was dry and she's tempted to kiss him. So, so tempted. His voice was hypnotizing and she's so inclined to believe every word that spilled out.

She sucked in a breath, tore her eyes away from his and drank liquid that tasted horrible but burned it's way down and distracted her from him.

She hopped off the bed, because really, the alcohol wasn't distracting her. It was somehow enhancing her awareness of him.

He let out a breath, he knew he'd been treading dangerous territory but this was Veronica and he hated that she'd felt that way about herself. And he wanted, so badly, to show her that she was wanted. Wanted by him.

He shouldn't have brought up that time. He shouldn't have admitted that he'd wanted to kiss her since then. He shouldn't have brought up Lilly. But either way, it wouldn't have made a difference, Veronica wouldn't kiss him. And he wouldn't kiss her if she didn't want him to.

Veronica took the bottle and poured herself more. Distance and diversions; things she needed to not kiss Logan Echolls. They could hear the music play, but not as loudly in Logan's room and so she turned on his music player and laughed when Hollaback Girl rang through the room. She bobbed her head and mimicked the lyrics. Logan laughed, he threw his head back, let go of all the tense thoughts and enjoyed the sound of her slurry voice attempt to sing the song.

She tugged his hand and pulled him up to dance with her. Logan grinned, and let himself have fun with the petite blonde. That's what friends did, they had fun and let go of all their worries. Hakuna Matata, and all that jazz.

They drank as he twirled her around and eventually they collapsed onto his bed into a giggling mess.

She crawled up to the top of the bed and playfully asked, "Truth or dare, Logan?" She playfully asked.

"Hm. Truth," he decided.

She pursed her lips and asked, "If you were stuck in an island with just one person. Who would it be?"

"You."

Her eyes widened at his answer. "Me?"

His eyebrow quirked and he shrugged. "Who's more resourceful than you? With your brains and my brawns. We'd rule that island."

She chuckled, and accepted his answer. He playfully jabbed her shoulder and she giggled. He smiled and quizzed, "So Ronnie, truth or dare?"

She giggled and playfully pondered. "Uhm dare."

He blinked, surprised. Veronica's first move had always been truth. "I dare you to..." He'd so badly wanted to say 'kiss me.' But he'd had the option many a times. He didn't want her to kiss him just because of a dare. He wanted her to want him. And so he settled with, "Massage my head."

She crinkled her forehead. "Fine. Lay your head down here." She patted at her lap.

He arched an eyebrow and suggested, "Or you could come over here."

"You're the one who wants a massage," she pointed out.

He shrugged and countered, "You're the one that's being dared."

She sighed exaggeratedly and groaned. "Fine."

She moved herself upward, her sudden movement caused her to feel dizzy and she toppled over. He instantly reached forward and held her steady, she giggled and pushed him backward. He adjusted his position so she'd have space behind him but instead of doing as he'd expected, she straddled his lap. His eyes widened and she giggled. He leaned back as her fingers roamed his hair and moaned at the feel, "Feels good."

She felt woozy, his hands held her hips steady against him and she murmured, "You smell good."

He peeked at her through his heavy eyelids, it really did feel so good, too good. She tried to pay attention to her assigned task, her fingers pressed into his scalp but the way her body felt against his sent sensations all over her body. She swallowed and mumbled, "I dare you to massage my feet next."

He forced his eyes opened and a lopsided smile curved on his lips. "You gotta ask me truth or dare first."

"Fiiiine," she groaned. "Truth or dare?"

He chuckled, and she could feel his laughter vibrate against her skin. She almost moaned at the sensation but kept her focus. "Well, since I already know your dare. Truth."

She groaned in protest. Tired of massaging him, she let her ministrations die down and become lighter. She couldn't think of anything to ask him so she settled with, "What are you thinking about right now?"

He licked his lips, her hands were no longer massaging his scalp but rather idly playing with his hair. "Honestly?" He breathed out.

"That's kinda the point, Logan."

Her body was flushed against him and it was doing all sorts of crazy things to him but all night there was one constant thought on his mind and he really wanted her to know. "I'm thinking that I really wanna kiss you."

She stilled in his arms, her hands tangled in his hair, her slow deep breathes fill the air. Their eyes locked in a deep intense stare. Her heart pounded against her chest and his breath hitched when her eyes dropped to his lips.

Automatically, his tongue brushed over his lips and she sucked in a breath.

A dazed feeling passed through her, an urge that she'd been suppressing for far too long tonight overwhelmed her in that moment.

Her forehead dropped down to his and his heart raced in anticipation. His hands gently squeezed at her sides, silently encouraging the petite blonde on his lap. She let her nose nuzzle his and instinctively her eyes closed, their warm intoxicated breathes mixed together.

His hands tighten around her and drew her closer against him, she silently gasped and met his lust-filled gaze. Overcome with the feel, she let her lips touch his. She softly grazed his upper lip with hers and the overwhelming urgency of tasting him took over and she eagerly deepen the kiss.

Logan moaned into her mouth, in all his wild vividly inappropriate imagination he had never thought that kissing Veronica Mars could feel this good. He never wanted this moment to end. But he wanted it to grow. He wanted more. And clearly she did to as she drew him closer with her arms hugging his head and her lips sucking and tugging his own.

When they broke apart, their eyes locked, passion burned inside them like never before. His breath caught in his chest. And she stared at him with a dazed expression. He leaned forward and captured her lips in his, both of them gave into the intense crave that had been silently mocking them all night.

She bucked her hips into him and he groaned in her mouth. When their kiss broke, he moved his lips across her check to her neck and murmured, "V'ronica."

She moaned when he sucked and grazed his teeth on her neck, her lips pepped butterfly kisses along his jaw in between her gasps of pleasure.

Her entire body flushed and felt flamed and all she wanted was for the flames to devour her. Her hands roamed across his chest, she tugged off his shirt and groaned in annoyance at his layers, he chuckled against her shoulder and obligingly removed his shirt.

She bit her lip as her eyes lingered over his chest and abs. Her fingers touched his chest and he sucked in a breath. Her eyes found his for a moment. The next moment she dipped her head down and trailed kisses along his chest while her hands gently rubbed along his midriff.

His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, he pulled her back up and kissed her. His hands roamed along her soft thighs, he squeezed and she gasped at the feel.

"Logan," she let out and arched herself into him. "Take it off," she whimpered.

He swallowed, he looked into her eyes as he slowly unzipped her dress. "You sure?"

She hummed her response. He pressed light kisses from her shoulder to her arm as the straps fell. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin. She slowly lifted up so the dress could come off. And his eyes lingered over her form appreciatively. A low whistle escaped his lips and her face heated. To distract him from her lack of clothing, she kissed him.

He kissed her back, his hands moved up and down and all around her body, reeling of the feel of her.

"You're so beautiful," he let out, trying to catch his breath.

Her cheeks a deep shade of red, her heart pounding and slightly light headed, she murmured, "You too."

She closed the distance between them and he achingly pulled back and whimpered, "You're, God, so soft and urg..."

Her hands dropped to his jeans and she started to unbuckle his belt. He groaned as she grazed his groin area. "Veronica."

"Logan," she achingly whispered. His husky voice that was filled with sweet romantic everythings was going to push her over the edge. She might end up crying instead of continue to explore the pleasurable feel of him. "Shh."

"Are you sure?" He looked at her with lustful eyes that were covered with concern and she couldn't help but wonder how he'd managed to look at her like that. Like he wanted to ravage her and yet protect her at the same time.

She dazedly hummed a yes and kissed him full on the lips and dropped a kiss to his cheek. Her hands continued in their struggle to remove his jeans. He gently switched their positions, he laid her on the bed and hovered above her as he removed his jeans. He leaned down and deeply kissed her. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and her legs around his waist and reeled him into her.

He breathed heavily against her, their foreheads rested on each other and he confessed, "I want you so badly." He cocked his neck to the side and buried his nose in her neck, he lightly bit on her skin and she moaned in delight. Her eyes closed and she basked in the feel of his bare skin against hers.

For the first time, she let herself feel passion that she'd only ever heard people sing songs about.