A/N – Just a bit of pwp to see if I can write anything that isn't work related these days. The characters you know and love aren't mine – but you knew that.

Chapter 4

Veronica's blush deepened, her fair skin now a deep pink. She moved to the sofa and took a deep breath.

Logan's eye inadvertently focused on her breasts as she breathed in. All questions poured out of his mind, and his thoughts went in another direction. He remembered the last time they had been together.

Veronica burst through the door to his apartment, panting with the exertion of the run on the beach. Logan was a few steps behind her, he caught her around the waist and swung her onto the couch. She squirmed underneath him, laughing now, her breath still rapid. "I won!"

He didn't answer, just brought his mouth down fiercely on hers, claiming her lips, and then her tongue with rough authority. She dueled back for dominance, her tongue making darting forays into his mouth, her hands coming up to his hair pulling him further down onto her. When he broke apart, she was still gasping for air, but not from the run. "You cheated!"

She laughed again, her perfect breasts heaving and straining against her sports bra, a light glisten of sweat shining on her alabaster skin. "There are no rules in the final sprint, you know that." She pulled him in for another kiss, and her hands moved under his shirt. Breaking apart, she pulled it over his head and stared at him.

Logan felt consumed by her gaze, no one else made him feel so wanted, so complete. He knew he would do anything for her, but right now, he was thinking of all the things he could do to her. He smirked, "Turnabout is fair play, Bobcat." Veronica smiled, her eyes never leaving her face, she pulled off the sports bra, revealing her taunt pink nipples to him…

"So fly-boy, I thought you were supposed to be better at following orders now." Veronica's voice interrupted Logan's trip down memory lane. He started to attention and was embarrassed to notice that one part of him was very much at attention. He quickly lowered himself into an arm chair by the sofa, not trusting himself to sit next to her. Logan picked up the decorative pillow, pretending to use it to keep his hands busy, but really placing it strategically on his lap.

"Excuse me?" He refocused on Veronica, but couldn't remember exactly what she said.

Veronica's grin suggested she noticed his situation, but she continued, "I thought that I texted you that we could talk tomorrow. You know as in the day after today."

"Oh," it was Logan's turn to be embarrassed now, "I had just wanted to make sure you got home ok." He was saved by Veronica's dog pushing up against him demanding attention.

"Chet, be cool," Veronica patted the sofa next to her, and the large Rottweiler immediately jumped up next to her and plunked her head on Veronica's lap.

"Shay?" Logan asked.

Veronica's smile was soft, he remembered it was the same look she would get when petting Back-Up. "Chet, short for Ricochet. She is really just a big puppy, I got her two years ago." Her hand stroked the dog's large head and Logan felt a swift pang of jealousy…for the dog.

"Wait," Logan was putting somethings together in his head. "She looks like Dick and Mac's dog Callie. They got her two years ago."

"Yes, they are from the same litter. Callie is short for Caliber. My dad's retirement project has been rescuing large breed dogs. He was fostering a bitch he named Bullet a while back, when she whelped a litter. I got Chet; Dick and Mac, Callie; Weevil adopted Bull, sort for Bull's-Eye; and Wallace took the runt, Daisy. Dad ended up keeping Bullet. You should see us all when we get together at the dog park, people freak out to see five huge Rotties running off leash, but they have the best time."

Logan's eyes darkened, Veronica had been in Neptune without him. Veronica had kept everyone in her life, except him. Maybe this was a mistake. If she had wanted to see him, she would have made it happen. She was Veronica Mars, she was thoughtful, and she made an effort to stay in her friends' lives. She obviously doesn't want him around, she would have come to him if she wanted him. He fidgeted with the pillow in earnest, and tried to figure out how to leave, without starting a fight. No matter how uncomfortable he found himself, he didn't want to leave on a bad note. Not this time.

Veronica's eyes had become focused on his hands as they messed with the soft blue throw pillow. They narrowed and her lips pursed. She could see the minor abrasions on Logan's knuckles, the red discoloration and how they had started to swell. With a decisive movement she stood up. Muttering under her breath she stomped through a swinging door, "Stupid boy, he is lucky I love him, I can't believe he got in a fight in the bar before he followed me…must have been Sandeep."

Logan's fidgeting stopped. Did he hear her right? Did she say she loved him? He stayed in his seat just staring at the door she had gone through. Just as quickly she reemerged. Veronica knelt in front of him and took one of his hands in hers. Her touch was cool and gentle, and she dropped a soft kiss on his knuckles, before setting his hand on top of the pillow. She placed a folded dish towel over it, and a cold weight pressed his hand down.

"Frozen peas," she said by way of explanation. She grabbed his other hand and kissed it similarly, before placing it on the pillow. "Frozen corn."

Logan couldn't help but laugh, "You can't go wrong with the classics."

Veronica smiled back at him and stood up. "So, would it be prying to ask why your hands are in need of my dinner components?"

Logan couldn't stop the smirk, "Well funny story, you see, I went to a bar to play darts with my buddy. When he was a no show, I tried to leave, only to be distracted by some seriously hot girl-on-girl action. Unfortunately, for everyone involved I am sure, that ended way too soon. Anyways, after seeing a little bit of this and doing a little bit of that, I figured it was time to leave the bar. And, I'd be damn, if some tool didn't spill a drink all over me as I was walking to the back entrance. Well, the ass-hat refused to apologize, and, Veronica, being in the Navy has taught me that men should be polite. So I politely invited him outback to have a discussion on manners. It turned out, it took a bit of effort for the lesson to truly sink in."

Veronica was slowly shaking her head, her eyes cast downward, but Logan saw a smile on her rosy lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he remained seated, his eyes on her face.

"Veronica," Logan began, "I need you to tell me…" Chet interrupted him, jumped off the sofa and went to the front door her hackles raised and a low growl deep in her throat. They could hear the sound of a key being rattled in the door, when it didn't unlock, a soft pounding started.

"Shit," Veronica looked angry. "Logan, please, please, hold that thought, but do me a favor and go hide in my bedroom. Don't come out no matter what you hear. Just trust me, I am trained to handle these things. Besides, you already had your discussion tonight, it is my turn to dole out a lesson in manners."