It had been a long, restless night, and Veronica rose to the disconcerting feeling of having a cloudy brain and a body that was more than just a little turned on. She must have woken up 3-4 times, and with each waking, a different image of Logan was behind her eyelids, none of which would be considered "safe for work". She wondered briefly how he was handling all of this, and then realized with a blush that she had a pretty good idea.

She thought of the picture of Logan playing volleyball, and some of his not so subtle pleas to return the favour. She sat up a little higher in her bed and pulled her laptop onto her knees.

How do I even do this?

Deciding to start slowly and work her way up to the difficult part, Veronica began to type.


From: Veronica Mars

Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 08:34

To: Logan Echolls

Subject: Curly-Q

Dear Logan,

I have to say that even though it was my idea to do this meme thing, I was reluctant to believe that it would actually work. (I know. You're shocked at my skepticism!) I wasn't sure I'd be able to let out…anything, to be honest. Truth be told, I'm kinda proud of myself and us. Still, it seems like we should try and get some of the easier questions out of the way, so I figured I'd pick some of the more random ones and answer as many as I could before I have to go in to the office today. Here we go.

3. Have you stayed in a hospital?

You would think that after everything that's happened to me, one of those events would have landed me a hospital stay. But as you know, I am Teflon. I have stayed in a hospital once though, before you moved to Neptune. I must have been about 10 years old and got myself a case of appendicitis. It was so boring. Lilly was banned from my room because she made me laugh so hard I burst a couple of the stitches, but you know Lil. She waited until her parents were out for the afternoon then got the driver to bring her over. She snuck in with ice cream and kept me entertained with these wild stories of what Middle School was like and all the cute boys. The nurses were less than impressed when they found her.

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

After that stunt you pulled in 8th grade? No thanks buddy. You know I had nightmares for a week after you played that joke on me. Waste of a perfectly good surfboard. Jackass.

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

What am I, five?

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

When I said these were random questions this morning, I really meant it. Yes, I have used a bow and arrow. I was staying in a hostel in England near Sherwood Forest. I'd met some people who were going to this cheesy Robin Hood tourist trap, and I decided it was worth the laugh and the story. I was wrong. Even ironically it wasn't worth the 40 pounds it cost me. You can imagine what I must have looked like using a longbow. Needless to say, I missed the target.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Not sure if my passport picture counts, so never. No wait! My parents did the family Christmas photo thing at Sears one year. *shudder*

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Pony rider.

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Always Tar-jay.

And finally, the climax of this set of questions ;) (you're welcome. I miss you):

71. Can you curl your tongue?


Veronica pauses and stares at the screen.

Would you rather it be to some random magazine photo? C'mon Veronica, you can do this.

Fine. I am woman. Here me roar!

With a look of resolve, Veronica begins typing again.


I curl my tongue around your full, throbbing erection and start


She closes her eyes briefly, shakes her head and violently pounds the delete key. Biting her bottom lip in determination, she starts again.


Does it count if it's around your cock? Mmmm…now I can't get the thought of the taste of you out of my mind. I love the feel of you in my mouth, Lo. Even rock hard you have skin like velvet. Can you picture me with you in my mouth? All the way down to the base, with my hands gripping you, following my lips as they slide along you. I'm slowly dragging my mouth up your length to the very top. My tongue darts out and licks the tip ever so lightly. And back down. Again and again. Agonizingly deliberate, and then faster, rougher. My eyes are on yours. I know you love that. Gets you even hotter, doesn't it, when I watch you with your dick in my mouth? Oh fuck, Logan, thank God I'm alone in my room so that I can touch myself while I think about doing this to you. I know you must be touching yourself, too, making yourself slick like it's coming from my tongue curling around you. Pumping yourself hard. My fingers are so wet, inside me. Pumping, pumping. Harder, faster, wetter. My mouth sucking and swirling. My hands are all over you, gripping your ass, trying to push you deeper, down my throat. Sooooo good...I want to taste when you come. Your balls tense in my hand as I squeeze just the right way. You know what I'm talking about. I'm so fucking close. Are you? Come with me. 1...2...3...FUUUUUUUUUUUCK...LOOOOOOOOOGAAAAAN...

Oh my. That was delicious. ;P

What do you think? Should this become a regular occurrence? I'm a genius. I told you this was working. It even got me to have email sex. Now I need to go shower again.

80 days.

Stay safe!

~V


Veronica reluctantly hit send on her email, unsure how Logan would react to that last part. She replayed the scene in her mind, sure she didn't do it justice textually but a little proud of herself for trying. A warmth develops in her belly as the scene starts again like a song on repeat.

I guess I do need that shower again after all.

From: Logan Echolls

Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 09:06

To: Veronica Mars

Subject: Re:Curly-Q

I'm alone in my bunk. I lick my palm and wrap it around myself, slowly dragging it up and down, lazily, as I bring your image to mind. I see you lying there in bed, as I have so many times before. I'm watching you touch yourself, your cheeks a beautiful pink. I know that blush is not just your body's reaction to how you're working yourself, but also shyness because you know I'm watching you. I see you touching your nipples, tugging them, quickly licking your thumb and swirling it around, the slight coolness making them pebble. Your other hand is circling your clit, dripping already with need for me. You're staring straight at me, Veronica. Look at me, kneeling in front of you, one hand on my cock, tugging more and more quickly and the other on my balls, massaging softly. Your hand, my hand, both going faster and faster. My eyes never leave you, but I don't know where to look: your eyes as they fuck me too, your hand on your tits or the one now pumping with wild abandon. I take it all in until it's too much, and as soon as I see you arch, my name on your lips, I let go, calling for you. Veronica!

Thank you for that gift, Bobcat. It was unexpected, but all the more welcome for it.

Always,

~L

From: Veronica Mars

Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 09:40

To: Logan Echolls

Subject: Re:Curly-Q

Three. Three showers I've taken this morning. I'm beyond late for work, but I call that experiment a success.

From: Logan Echolls

Date: Fri, 6 May 2016 10:13

To: Veronica Mars

Subject: Re:Curly-Q

Dear Veronica,

I have some idea of the effort that went in to that last letter, but I'm impressed. I knew you had it in you, I just didn't think I'd get to see it on paper. Totally in the rotation now. ;P

I can't believe that you remember that stupid stunt with the surfboard. I have to say that it was one of the best pranks I've ever dreamed up. It does help when you're the son of the lead and you've made friends with the special effects guys. Man, the "blood" in the water was ingenious. I did properly earn that jackass title, though now that I've gotten myself educated, I'm more of a smartass, thank you very much.

Coincidentally, it was on that same set that I used a crossbow. The film was some post-apocalyptic piece of crap and my mom's character got to haul it around, trying to look badass. It's not quite a bow and arrow, but I'll take the point anyway.

You must already know about the hospital stays, or at least have guessed at how often they occurred. It's one of the reasons we moved to Neptune in the first place. We ran out of hospitals in the LA area. Too many trips and they start to pay attention.

When I was 6 years old, I wanted to be a doctor. Pretty normal dream for a kid, right? I changed my mind that first visit when I realized that even though the doctor was good at putting me back together, he really didn't help me. What was the point then?

Lilly knew, you know. That's why what she did with my dad was so much worse than just fucking him. We never really talked about it, but sometimes right after Aaron…she would come over and we'd just get wasted, trash talking our parents and planning how we were going to just get in the car and drive the fuck away.

He caught her at my place one morning after a particularly nasty night. He suspected that she had figured it out, and was trying to (not at all subtly) gauge what she knew and what she would do about it. I stopped calling her over after that. I was worried what he would do to her, to her family, if he thought that they knew. Fat lot of good that did, huh?

We never would have made it in the long run, and she might not ever have been in love with me, but I do know she at least cared at some point.

I've got to go. I'm due on deck in about 20 minutes, and so will probably be out of touch a few days. It should only be maybe two this time, if all goes according to plan.

Feel free to send more messages like that one, btw. One can never have too many.

Always,

~L

From: Veronica Mars Date:

Sat, 7 May 2016 20:55

To: Logan Echolls

Subject: Re:Curly-Q

Dear Logan,

I think I've tried to start this letter four times already since yesterday. All I can see in my head is a cycle of images of you. As a six year old lying in a hospital bed with Aaron pretending to be the doting father. As the 12 year old boy I met at the Kanes, wearing the rash guard in the pool because you claimed you were allergic to the sun. That time you came to school with a broken nose, telling the story of how your dad fired the maid because she knocked you with the vacuum. A few times when Lilly called me to come and help take care of you when you guys were drunk off your asses, and how gently she handled you.

I'm not proud of it, but I admit that my first reaction to your letter was to get angry all over again. I am furious at Lilly for doing that to you, and it's warring with guilt for being angry with my dead best friend.

I spent the whole day at Dog Beach staring into the waves, guilty for my reaction. I've calmed down, reprocessed this whole thing and honestly, I'm tired of being angry. My overwhelming emotions, other than the desperate need I have right now to hold you, are sadness and guilt. I'm sorry we never talked about this before, that you had to carry this by yourself. I'm sorry I never brought up the abuse when Trina let it slip. You should have known you were not alone.

I have no words, no excuses.

Hurry home to me, Logan. I have years of making up to do.

Stay safe! 79 days.

~V

From: Logan Echolls

Date: Sun, 8 May 2016 17:50

To: Veronica Mars

Subject: Re:Curly-Q

Just a quick note to tell you I'm back safe and sound. Also, please don't feel guilty. There was nothing you could have done. Trying might have gotten you hurt and I couldn't have taken losing anyone else. I'm all right now. Leave it be.

78 days.

Always,

~L