Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, although I wish I was affiliated at least a little.
His lips are hot on hers, and her fingers tangle in his hair. Lifting her as if she weighs nothing, he pushes her against his car, and her legs wrap around his waist.
"Logan-" She gasps as he nuzzles her neck, but he kisses her, hard, as if he can't get enough of her. Dragging her lips away from his, she breaths deep, her eyelids casting half moons on her cheeks, and her lips are bee stung. "Logan, we can't do this." She bites her lip, tears welling up in her eyes. He leans his forehead against hers and kisses away her tears.
"I know," He murmurs, slowly setting her down, not wanting to let her go. She shivers, and he takes a step closer, but she pushes him away.
"I won't do this to Duncan. I can't." He nods, and the ease of his acceptance stings her, but she pushes it away. She turns to leave, but suddenly he's there, and his lips are on hers, and she can't help but wondering if this would be the last time they would kiss like this. She frees herself from his embrace, and runs to her car, looking back, and catching his eye. The feel of his lips on hers doesn't leave her for the entire drive.
A/N: I'm not the fondest of the second paragraph of this chapter, but it's necessary. Man, do I miss Logan and Veronica together.