Prompt: playmaker

Oneshot sequel to And Don't Call Me Virgin. Takes place several months after their first time.

Veronica stretched out on her bed and sighed, adjusting the phone to the other ear. "So, how was your meeting tonight?"

"My Magic The Gathering night was fun. Thanks for asking." Logan snorted, chuckling on the other end.

"Did your giant beat their herd of trolls or whatever it is that happens?"

"Veronica, I know you're making an effort, and I appreciate it, but you don't have to. It's okay for us to have different hobbies. It's fine."

"Well, that's a relief because I know you explained it to me back in Neptune, but all I remembered was blah, blah, nerd something, blah blah..."

"Duly noted. Just so you know, my first M.I.T. Dungeons & Dragons campaign is this Sunday afternoon, so we can just skip the convo about that on Monday too."

"Okay, that I remembered a bit more about when you explained it because of the little figurines you have in your room. They're cute. Especially that tiny purple dragon you painted."

"Next dragon I paint will be just for you."

"Awww. You're such a kind, nerdy boyfriend. But can I request a unicorn? I like unicorns."

"Do you want a regular unicorn or an alicorn?"

"What's the dif?"

"Unicorn is a unicorn. Alicorn is one with wings. Kind of like a cross between a pegasus and a unicorn."

"Huh. Did not know that. Alicorn it is. But can you give it silver wings? That would be cool."

"Your wish is my command, my love."

Veronica bit the tip of her thumb and giggled. Even though she couldn't see Logan, she could just imagine his smiling face on the other end of the call. The long lines curving on his dimpled cheeks. His bright brown eyes. His soft lips. It all made her body tingle with joy.

"Have I told you today that I miss you?"

"I think you did this morning - texts over coffee."

"Ah. Right. Can I tell you again?"

"Veronica Mars. Have you gone soft in the few weeks we've been apart?"

"Expressing my emotions is now soft?" she drawled, her cheeks growing warm. "Because trust me, mister, I'm still the tough chick on the outside. And I'll fight anyone who says otherwise."

"I'm not complaining. In fact, I like soft, emotionally available Veronica. She's my favourite."

Veronica's heart fluttered, and she smiled up at her ceiling, trying to contain her happiness. The weeks that they spent during the summer together in Neptune were some of the happiest of her life. So happy that she and Logan decided to drive across the country together - instead of flying - and took an indulgent week-long adventure on their way to college. Greasy diners. Little motels. Shot-glasses from every state. They also ran the gamete of sexual encounters as they travelled. The passionate encounter on the sink in the bathroom at the truck stop in New Mexico gave her wobbly knees for a good fifteen minutes after. The quicky on the hood of the car, parked behind an abandoned gas station off the highway, in Oklahoma. But her favourite by far was when pulled into a wooded area in Indiana, opened the passenger door, dropped to his knees on the ground and made her come three times - twice with his mouth, once with his cock - all the while hoping no park rangers discovered them. When he dropped her off at N.Y.U., she wished to herself that their nomadic existence together would never end.

"I kinda like me like this too," Veronica quietly admitted. "When do you think your busy M.I.T. schedule will let you get away for a weekend?"

"Give me another week to get some project schedules solidified, and I'll be able to give you an exact weekend. Will you be able to take time off work?"

"Financially, I can't, but I'll just ask to switch for some shorter shifts at the library that weekend. That way, I can make up the few hours during the week or the following weekend."

"Well, since I'm renting us a very fancy room at the Plaza, you won't have to worry about the cost of food. I'll just order us room service for every meal."

"Mmmm...naked steak and potatoes…" she hummed, and Logan chuckled.

"Never thought of it that way, but sure. And now that I know I'll have time to study while you're at work, maybe I'll be able to come and see you sooner."

"Please do. I think my roommate is getting sick of me taking extra long showers while I think about you."

"You think about me in the shower, do you?"

"Babe, I think about you everywhere. The library. In class…" Taking a quick glance at the door, Veronica dropped her voice to a husky whisper. "...right now, lying in bed, with my roommate at work…"

"Oh."

Veronica bit her lip. Ever since Logan asked Veronica to help him lose his virginity, she had been coaxing him to discover new and exciting ways for them to be intimate. She found that when they left Neptune, an underlying layer of stress Logan carried with him seemed to ease the further they got from his family. And it translated to a new level of inhibition when it came to their sex life, first in the motel rooms, then on the road. There was still something they hadn't done before…

"What are you wearing, Logan?" she cooed into the phone. Her question was answered with a nervous laugh and a sigh.

"Um. Jeans? A t-shirt."

"You should take them off now."

"Ohhh...kaaayy…"

As she heard him shuffling on his bed, she glanced at her clock and then at the door. Jackie said she wouldn't be back from her shift at the coffee shop until 11:00 p.m., and it was now 9:10. Lots of time, even if she came home early. Thankfully, Logan didn't have to worry about a roommate since he could afford the luxury of an apartment a few blocks off-campus.

Tossing her blanket over her body, Veronica popped her jeans' top button and slid open her zipper.

"Are you naked yet?"

"Yeah. I am." His voice was hesitant, and she wrinkled her nose at his cuteness.

"Now tell me, Logan...what do you want to do to me."

"Uhhhh...lots of...things?"

Giggling, Veronica wriggled her pants down over her hips and down her legs, kicking them off at the end of her bed.

"Like what? You can't tell me that you haven't masturbated to thoughts of me at least once in the last few weeks."

He laughed. "I can't even begin to estimate the number of times I've jacked off to thoughts of you since I got here, Veronica."

A wicked tickling of glee ran through Veronica's body.

"Good. So tell me then, what do you fantasize about when you have that big cock in your hands?"

Her question was met with silence, and she frowned, her hand pressed to her belly, just waiting for his words to give her permission to let her fingers move lower on her body.

"Ummmm….well….I don't know if I should tell you…"

"Why not? You know you can tell me anything, Logan. Remember? Complete honesty in the bedroom. Or on the phone."

There was a little hiss from his end as he paused once more. "I… .it's just that I...kind of... don't just think about you. I fantasize about you when I...you know…"

Veronica wrinkled her nose. "Fantasize how?"

"Fantasize as in creating elaborate stories in my head. Scenarios."

"Oh! Kind of like role play! You're the big lumberjack in the forest, and I'm the town virgin in need of wood?"

"Okay, well, yes, sort of like that." Logan laughed. "But it's not like I want you to act it out or anything. It's just for me, you know?"

"Logan, that's fine. Fantasizing is totally normal. I get that whatever you fantasize about isn't something you necessarily want in the bedroom. There will be no kink-shaming from me."

"Really?"

"Yes! Really. Now tell me how you want to ravage me while I'm dressed in a gold bikini like Princess Leia. Just please, don't be Chewbacca or a robot. Or Luke because that's just ewwww."

"I thought there was no kink-shaming?"

"He's. Her. BROTHER!"

"Okay, well, fair. Not that I was going to go there, but still fair. Also, they're droids, not robots."

"This is getting less sexy by the second," she huffed. "Please, just tell me what that nerdy, genius brain of yours wants to do with me."

Logan took a long breath on the other end and exhaled slowly before answering.

"Fine. I just hope it works for you."

"If I can imagine your big, sexy body in it, it'll work for me. Now tell me. The suspense is killing me."

"Alright, Veronica." His voice dropped to a husky whisper in her ear that sent chills down her skin. "Close your eyes and just imagine…"

Doing as she was told, Veronica wriggled under the blankets, her fingers finally slipping under her underwear to find her clit, waiting for him to begin.

"Imagine a dark castle, high in the mountains. That's where you live - the Empress of Darkness. The darkest sorcerer on earth. Beautiful and powerful, you strike fear in everyone you encounter. People come from all around to bring you gifts and keep you fed, lest you use your dark magic on them."

Veronica smirked to herself. Beautiful and powerful, she could imagine quite nicely. Long dark robes. Wild, untamed hair. Maybe a gold and ruby crown. Black magic wand. Pet dragon. It worked.

"Go on," she coaxed.

"Now, I am the light sorcerer, come to defeat you and free the people of the land from their servitude to you. I have trained for years, just for this moment, but when I arrive, I'm so struck by your beauty that I let down my guard, and you defeat me quickly."

He sucked in a sharp breath as if gathering his nerve, and Veronica tensed, wondering what story he will spin from here.

"Instead of killing me, though, you cast a powerful spell on me, making me your servant." Logan clears his throat. "Your sexual servant."

Veronica bit her lip as she grinned, moving her hips against her fingers. Things just got a lot more interesting.

"Of course I did. Tell me what happens. All of it, Logan."

"At night, I'm confined to your bedroom. Each morning, I need to wake you up slowly, playing with you. Licking you. Eating you until you orgasm. Only then am I allowed to leave and wander the castle for the day."

Veronica began to stroke herself at the thought of Logan waking her up this way every morning and her back arched as she imagined it was his fingers caressing her.

"In the evening, we dine together in silence before you return me to your room. Every night, I help you bathe in a large metal bath in your quarters, and before we sleep, I make you come again. Some nights, you tie me to the bedposts and have your way with me, using my cock to get off again and again until your desire is sated. Other times, you let me play with you, caress you, fuck you for hours before we finally sleep, drained of all our energy, for the singular purpose of your deep, dark pleasures."

Damn. Veronica could imagine it all. The dark stone walls. The candles lit around the room. The enormous oak bed, raised up in the middle of the room, with thick posts on every corner, perfect for tying her lover to. But most of all, she could imagine the reverence of Logan's touch on her skin, bowing to her every whim.

"Months go by, and slowly, you let your guard down. One day, you leave the door to your potions room open, and I sneak inside and start to flip through one of your spellbooks. It's then that I realize that the hex you cast on me is not permanent. Once I make you come, one thousand times, I will be released."

Veronica's mouth went dry. One thousand orgasms was a delicious personal goal.

"So I steal some paper and a quill - make myself a chart. I think back to all the days and quickly calculate how long it would take to break the spell, then estimate how many I've already given you and how many I still need to give. That night, I start by reaching into your bath and make you come before we even get into the bed. From then on, I put myself on a mission to have you come as many times as I can during the day."

The tingle of anticipation rushed over Veronica's skin, and she increased the stroke of her fingers on her clit in response to his story.

"I find you during the day and kneel before you, begging you to raise your robes for me so I can lick you. At dinner, I offer myself to you on the long wooden table, and you take me, straddling me on the heavy planks. And every day, I plot my escape, whittling a new wand from an elm branch in the gardens using a knife slipped from the dinner table. And every night, I rise from the bed after you fall asleep and mark down the number of times I made you come."

Logan's voice had turned ragged as he spoke, and Veronica could imagine him stroking himself as he lay on his bed.

"Time passes. I've been with you almost two years now, waiting for this day. My release from your powers is within my reach. Before you come to our chambers, I hide my wand under the bed. On this night, I'm relentless, greeting you naked and on my knees when you appear. During your bath, I crawl in and let you ride my cock while the water splashes from the tub. All night, you try to sleep, and I continue to pull orgasm after orgasm from you while you laugh and demand more and more."

Veronica's fingers were wet from herself as she worked her delicate flesh faster and faster in response to his story, and imagined all the delicious ways he could take her - with his cock, with his fingers, with his mouth - all night if she asked him to.

"Yes, Logan. Tell me. Tell me what happens next."

"Then, with the light of dawn coming through the window, I slip out of bed and take my wand and hide it close as I peel back the covers. You're naked, and I crawl up the bed to lick you awake. You moan and buck underneath my tongue, and for a time, I think that there may not be another orgasm in you. But then you start to moan and purr like you do when you're close to coming, and with one hand, I slide my fingers inside you and with the other, I grab my wand from the sheets."

Warmth spread from Veronica's core, radiating through every inch of her body, and she couldn't help mimicking the sounds of her imaginary persona as she came closer and closer to climax.

"As you finally cry out, I can feel the release of the spell in my chest. I'm lighter. I'm free. And as you writhe on the bed, still in the throes of your orgasm, I raise my wand and point it at you…."

Veronica held her breath, pressing her eyes closed as she concentrated on every syllable falling from Logan's lips.

"...and cast the same hex on you that you did on me, binding you to me in sexual servitude, in your own castle."

Veronica gasped, her back arching at the thought of Logan being in complete control of her now.

"And as you realize what has happened, I cast another spell, producing ropes that secure each of your limbs to the bedposts."

"Fuck, Logan, yes."

Unable to hold herself in check anymore, Veronica came hard and fast, imagining the restraints tightening around her body.

"And that's when…" Logan's voice shook. "The real fucking begins."

His groan of release mingled with the pounding of her heart in her ears and Veronica opened her eyes, gasping for breath.

"Holy...shit...Logan…" Veronica eased her fingers from her body, dropping her hand to the bed as she worked to regain her composure. "I think I had a brain-gasm. That was so hot."

Logan chuckled, and a wave of affection washed over her, mingling with the warm glow of pleasure still pulsing through her.

"I'm glad I didn't scare you off with that little fantasy. I thought it may be a little too nerdy for your liking."

"Far from it," Veronica murmured. "In fact, if you want to make one part of that fantasy reality, I would let you tie me up."

"Really?"

"I mean, if you want to try it, we can explore it together." Veronica rolled on her side and sighed with contentment. "I've never done it before, so we'd have to go slow, but I would let you do it. I trust you."

"I'm glad you trust me, Veronica because I trust you completely."

She knew it was true. There was no way he would have told her this fantasy if it wasn't and part of her relished that he was just hers and she was all his.

"Good."