Kiss it Better…

Just a little ficlet inspired by I Turn My Camera On by Spoon… has nothing to do with the song but more like the feeling of it… if that makes any sense…

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Veronica took one last look at herself in the mirror, dabbed a little more fire engine red lipstick on and stood up. Done. Perfect. She blew a kiss to her reflection just as Spoon's "I Turn My Camera On…" came on her CD player. She did a few skanky dance steps, shaking it for the mirror as she giggled.

"Is this the real double identity I don't know about?"

She turned and stopped short, her face blushing crimson. "What are you doing here?"

Logan leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. "You're not going to that club without me."

She sighed. "I told you Logan. You can't come. You're too…" She trailed off.

He smirked. "Memorable?"

"Jealous." She picked up her purse and jacket. "When I get in there, I'm no longer Veronica Mars. I'm Candy Cane, the naughty candy stripper nurse come for some entertainment at a Halloween party for the big players of Neptune…"

He clenched his jaw. "Yeah, that doesn't work for me, Ronnie. It's too dangerous."

She came within a few feet of him then stopped seeing that he wasn't going to move from the doorway to let her pass. "If you're busy punching out one of the men, I can't really keep my cover and get pictures of what's going down in that club and I won't be able to find the microchip, can I? This case is really important to my dad."

"There's got to be a way. If I'm not going, you're not going."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying you're forbidding me to go?"

He swallowed hard as the small blond's stance changed. His eyes travelled up from her heels to her stockings whose garter belt clips were peeking out under her short short skirt. He kept going. A formfitting bodice that showed off her 'assets' quite well even though her arms were crossed over top. Milky skin of her collarbone, perfectly made up face and hair to her eyes glaring at him.

"Well?"

"There's got to be some middle ground…"

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She strolled in, trying not to laugh as Logan came in behind her. He was totally pimped out from his cowboy boots all the way up to his blue velvet hat and matching jacket.

The bouncer came towards them. "Excuse me… who are you?" His question was directed at Logan.

"Sir, my name is Vincent Felterbaum. And this lovely young thing is Mizz Candy Cane, the candy stripper who takes care of any ailment you may have with just a kiss. Ah am Mizz Cane's manager and Ah take care of her every need and whim. Ah believe you are expecting her?" Logan drawled, his voice dripping with a schmoozy Southern accent.

"Yes, of course."

She smiled ditzily up at him while brushing back against Logan.

"So can you direct us to the Platinum room? Don' want to be late…" He pulled her close, a hand sliding down her hip seductively.

The man swallowed hard at the sight of Veronica's bare thigh came into view. "Straight down the hall to the elevator, second floor, second door on your left…"

"Thanks." Logan winked at him and tipped his hat before pulling Veronica along.

They got into the elevator and pushed the second floor button.

Veronica giggled. "I like the hat. Nice touch."

"Anything for my lady…" he wiggled his eyebrows at her invitingly at her, moving his lips dangerously close to her own.

"No damaging the goods, mister…" she purred, running a hand down his face. "You'll get your turn…later…"

The elevator doors opened and they strutted down the hall.

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She moved her hips to the left then the right, watching as the businessmen followed her every movement as if hypnotized. She bent to the ground before coming back up and moving towards one in particular. Henry Franks was the most prominent businessman in town. He was also known as Hank 'the Tank' Franks, the most prominent connection to the mob in town. She slid into his lap, her eyes flitting up to Logan standing by the door. His jaw was slightly clenched as he stared at her unflinching. She batted her eyelashes at him and sent him a slow seductive smile. She crossed one thigh over the other and giggled at Franks. She touched him on the nose before sliding her hands down and around his body. Her hands slid into the inside pocket of his jacket and she felt the small chip. Sliding it into a secret pocket in her glove, she slid away from him and giving Logan the signal.

Logan wanted to jump across the room and pound the dirty old men when she started to dance and they started to drool. He smirked. This is what Veronica had been talking about when she'd called him on jealousy. Just pretend it's just you and me… she'd said when she'd finally consented to having him come along. He swallowed hard as she went from man to man, searching for the microchip. Every time she touched one, she'd look up at him with a sizzling look and he'd relax, just a little. His left hand was in his jacket pocket, wrapped around the stun gun, his right holding his cellphone to his ear. He was taking pictures of all the men in the room.

She looked up and bit her lip with a wink. There. The signal. He put his cell in his pocket, pressed a button on his cell and it started to ring. He pretended to hold a conversation before calling the bouncer over. "Alright, that's it. She's done for the night. Miz Cane has another appointment."

The bouncer nodded and Logan went to fetch Veronica. "Time to go, Sugarpuss," he schmoozed. "Thank you gentlemen. Have a good evening."

They started for the door and made it to the elevator before Franks caught up.

"Hold on!" He had his hand in his pocket and Logan moved in front of Veronica, about to pull out the stun gun when Franks pulled out a roll of bills. They let their breath out in relief.

Franks peeled a few off. "You're much better than our usual girls, Miss Cane. Thank you." He held them out.

Veronica took them, caressing his hand. "Oh, please… call me Candy…"

And then they were gone.

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They peeled out of the parking lot of the Neptune Grand.

"God, Ronnie, you were amazing."

She counted the bills, five hundreds. "Guess I do know what my fallback job will be if this whole Criminology thing doesn't work out…"

He turned off the engine and got out, going around and opening the door for her. "If it doesn't work out, I'll pay for you myself. No way I'm letting you do this again in public…"

She matched him smirk for smirk. "How Pretty Woman of you…"

She got out and she slid on a trench coat.

"Now you look the part… all business on the outside, busy busy busy on the inside…" He slid an arm around her and they walked to the elevator.

As the doors shut them in alone, he couldn't contain himself any longer. He pushed her up against the elevator wall. "That was the hardest thing to watch…"

Her lips were centimetres from his. "Because it was them or because it wasn't you?"

He groaned. "Because it was you, Ronnie. You make me crazy."

She leaned forward, brushing his lips. "Well, let me kiss it better then…"

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The End – Let me know what you think! I may or may not continue… depends on how creative I feel…