A/N: Okay, its been a little while since my last update because I was utterly and completely engrossed in author Maxigrumpling's fics. If you love the Twilight Saga, you should totally check them out. Just so you all know, I actually wrote this chapter twice. I went back and rewrote it to incorporate a lemon, simply because its been a while since Logan and Veronica were intimate. I am enjoying this story more and more each time I work on it, and I promise you that I am going to get more into the plot soon. As always, I dont own Veronica Mars, but if you wouldnt mind reviewing and letting me know what you think, I would love that! ps. I also am definitely open to incorporating your ideas and what youd like to see happen into the story, so just let me know! Thanks xx

It was so heart wrenching to watch Carter drive away from us in the limo. Every time he went I experienced the same level of pain as the first weekend he spent with Duncan. It never got better.

Logan noticed the change in my demeanor almost immediately. His solution? He picked me up, stone-faced, carried me out back, and dropped me in the pool. He. Dropped. Me. In the pool?

"What the hell was that for, Logan?" I gulped taking in short ragged breaths, climbing out of the pool.

He shook his head at me and thought for a minute before answering. "Snap out of it, Ronnie."

"What are you talking about, Logan?" I wiped water out of my eyes and tried to ring as much water out of my clothes as possible.

He grabbed me tightly by the waist and pinned my arms to the wall outside. As he trailed down my neck and across my shoulder with hard kisses, I could feel the desperation in his touch.

"Veronica, you are not Duncan. You do not stand idly by and watch things happen. What happened to the Ronnie I know who would have tasered Meg on the spot for grabbing up her son like that? What happened to the girl with a vengeance?" He growled at me.

I could not believe it. I had let myself get too comfortable with Logan and it took my edge away. How was I going to continue to love Logan whole heartedly and still be Veronica Mars? I was so lost in everything that had happened that I forgot who I was.

I reached up and laced my hands in his hair. "You're right, Logan. You are so fucking right. All this time I was thinking so much about you, about Carter, about us, that I completely lost myself. I'm so sorry!" I began to sob into his chest.

He placated me with a series of "Shh, it'll be okay." and "Come back to me, Ronnie."

As our foreheads touched, we kissed passionately. I needed this as much as he did, I could feel it, and I didn't care who saw it.

I could feel his erection pressing at my core from between our clothing. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly. Against Logan's usual nature, nothing about this time was going to be slow and tender.

We needed it so badly that there wasn't any time wasted and I practically ripped my clothes to shreds trying to get them off. I moaned softly in anticipation when he started taking his jeans off.

He was trying to unbutton his shirt, but I didn't even care. I leaned back on the patio chair and pulled him down into me.

He took me right there, on a patio chair by the pool. There was such a release of tension and love and anguish as he came into me, that it was almost tangible.

Once our breathing had returned to its normal pace, I got up, albeit completely naked, and walked into the house.

Logan looked at me like I had three heads. "What was that for?" He asked, pondering what he did that made me want to get away from him that quickly.

I giggled, knowing that he hadn't done anything to make me want to get up and leave. I was Veronica Mars again, and I had work to do. I didn't say anything but went into our room, pulled on my robe and grabbed my laptop.

When I returned with my things to the living room, he was still standing there, mouth hanging wide open, completely naked. If I wasn't so determined to get somewhere with Lily's case, I probably would have wanted to have him again.

He came up to me and sat down on the couch behind me. He bent towards me to whisper into my ear, "What are you up to tiny blonde one?"

When I felt his lips turn up into a smile on my throat, I let a small smile curve up on my own face. "The bitch. Is. Back." was all I said.