Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars.
She was freezing. Lying back on the bed, Veronica pulled the heavy woolen sweater tighter around her, but it hadn't eased her discomfort. Momentarily closing her eyes, she faced an onslaught of images of Logan with Kendall.
"Great," She muttered, sitting up. "Sleeping is obviously out of the question." She sighed and walking into the kitchen she faced the task of reaching the coffee can, which was of course hiding from her in the highest cupboard. She stood on her tiptoes, and almost suffered an apoplexy when she heard the rustling behind her.
"Always the image of you I like to see." She froze, acutely aware that all she wore were her old cheer shorts and a very old, very revealing tank top. The sweater left on her bed had never seemed so appealing… Turning slowly, relief coursed through her, but it was also tinged with disappointment. Where had that come from?
"Duncan." She murmured sliding closer to him and planting a kiss on his lips. "What are you doing here?" She craned her head over her shoulder and snuck a glance at the oven clock.
"Well, I knew your dad was away this weekend with Mrs. Fennell, and I figured you wouldn't like the alone time." He pulled her towards him, and stumbling, she fell unceremoniously onto his lap. He started to nuzzle her neck, and as she closed her eyes, she couldn't help thinking about how she had seen Logan doing this very same thing to Kendall Casablancas. Her entire body shuddered. "Baby, you Ok?" Duncan asked, pulling her closer, and Veronica felt the bile rising in her throat.
"Yeah. I'm fine. I just," She extricated herself from his arms, and stood a few feet away. "I'm just not feeling that great." Duncan frowned, and the lines on his handsome face creased.
"Well, I guess I can leave if you want…" His tone was low and sulky, and there was nothing more that Veronica wanted to do but take him up on it. But looking into his face she knew she couldn't alienate him, too. She couldn't bear it.
"It's not that I want you to leave," She murmured, edging up to him, and cupping his face in her hands. "It's that I don't think I'll be the greatest company." But somehow through the small peck she'd bestowed on his lips, he thought otherwise, and minutes later, she was on the couch as he plowed inside her. This isn't so bad, she thought moaning at an opportune moment, and gracefully reaching her hand up to cup his face. After he'd sated himself, he'd fallen asleep, his tiny little snores rippling against her collarbone. As stealth like as she could possibly be, Veronica maneuvered herself from underneath him. He snuggled against the cushions, holding on close to him, and smiling in his sleep. Her heart wrenched, but she had to get out of there. She penned him a quick note about having a sudden dire urge for coffee, and after throwing on her elusive woolen sweater, had practically run out of the apartment, closing the door with barely a click.