Disclaimer: I don't own, nor have I ever owned the rights to Veronica Mars. That's not to say that one day I won't-I mean you never know, I might pull a Michael Jackson…but at this particular point in time I don't own Veronica Mars, it's actors or storylines. Man, how much fun would it be to own Jason Dohring though? Seriously. Haha.
"Logan!" If he heard her voice, he didn't show it. His pace didn't quicken in avoidance, but neither did he slow down. "Logan!" She called again, grabbing the attention of a few of the remaining 09'er girls who she knew were just waiting for her to slip up, so they could run and tell Duncan. She didn't care. Up ahead, Logan was turned a corner, and their eyes met. She waved, motioning for him to stop, and when he didn't, her blood ran cold. As she turned down the hallway, she was dragged from behind and pulled into the men's bathroom. "Oh my God, get your hands off-" His lips came down on hers, and with alarming intensity, he pulled her towards him. There was no lighthearted ease to this encounter; their lips were fused as he lifted her to the counter, her hands ran though the spikes of his hair, his cupped the back of her head-holding her close, and cradling her cheek, the gesture which-even in the heights of their passion, warmed her. "Logan," She breathed, when he began kissing down the front of her shirt. He looked up at her, and as she looked in his eyes for the first time, hundreds of goose bumps exploded on her skin.
"We should uh, go, at some point. I didn't think to blockade anything." The tone and timbre of his voice hadn't fluctuated. His demeanor hadn't changed, nor had the look of lust in his eyes, but she felt the shift as clearly as if he'd spelled it out for her. He took a step back, and she was hit deeply with a pang of longing. All that connected them now was his hand lightly on her thigh, and their flingers, which were lightly intertwined. He wouldn't look into her eyes. She could feel him stepping away, could sense it before it even happened-and cut it off at the impasse. Sliding off the counter, she laced their fingers closer together and backed him against the closest of the bathroom stalls. Stretching to her full, though diminutive, height and standing on the very tips of her toes, she pressed the length of her body against his, and at his groan, knew she'd accomplished her goal. Letting go of his hands only to wrap her arms around his neck, she pushed herself even closer, and as if they were moving of their own accord, his arms wrapped around her waist. When her lips were mere fractions of an inch away from his, she pulled back the teensiest bit.
"Hi," She murmured, batting her eyelashes, and he groaned, pulling her closer. She smiled mischievously, and nipped his lips. His moan was low and guttural, and she loved it. After a few moments, he dragged his lips away, sighing as he did so.
"Veronica-there are some things you should know, I can't-" Placing a finger to his lips she shushed him quietly, gazing up into his eyes, her heart reflected in hers.
"I don't care." She murmured, her eyes never leaving his. She'd abandoned him once before, she wouldn't do it again.
"Veronica, you don't understand-" She flinched, but didn't avert her gaze. Both her small hands were holding his, and he bit his lip in agony.
"I…I might not. But we're in this together." She smiled wryly up at him, her heart in her eyes. He swallowed and turned away, dropping her hands and facing the mirrors. He caught sight of her bruised lips, mussed hair, the beginnings of bruise marks on her wrists, and felt a sharp pain near the region of his heart. Even in her disheveled state, Veronica's beauty far surpassed Kendall's. While he'd been woolgathering, she'd straightened her clothes, and, with two elastics from her pocket, had fixed her hair into two low pigtails. "Logan?" She whispered, coming up behind him, and wrapping her arms around him. He flinched, but turned, and as she gazed up him she was stunned to discover a sheen of tears in his eyes. "Logan!" She asked again, trying to cup his face, trying to get closer, but she was too late. As he wiped his eyes, the Fortress of Solitude built up around him, and she knew it was impenetrable.
"We can't do this, Veronica." His voice was low, his tone flat. His eyes had lost their spark, and she felt as though she'd been slapped. Turning to wash his hands he added, "You know as well as I do that-"
"No I don't." He looked momentarily startled, as if he hadn't expected her to speak. She walked the few steps to him, and stared him down. "I was fine, before you kissed me, Logan. I could have survived without you, you know. I even think I was happy with Duncan." He nodded, swallowing, his fists and unclenching, not fully looking into her eyes. "You're going to play this off as nothing. You're trying to hurt me by belittling this, but I won't let you. I…" It was the first time in her tirade that she'd faltered, and he tried to speak, but the look she shot him stopped him in his tracks. Behind her steel thick resolve there was pain, he'd hurt her, and even though it had been his intention, it gutted him hard. "I love you." The words were said in a rushed whisper, but her eyes never turned from his. A thick veil of silence hung over the room, which Veronica was slowly beginning to remember, was a bathroom that anyone could walk into.
"You don't mean that, Veronica. You can't." One of her perfectly poised eyebrows rose, and she glared at him.
"Oh but I do. And you love me." This time her tone didn't falter, and he looked away. "What I don't get is why you want to push me away." She took another step closer, and his body reacted of its own accord, as it always did when she was near. "But I will figure it out." It was only because he'd shifted his weight, and was leaning against the counter that she was able to kiss him so soundly. Neither heard the bathroom door being pushed open, nor did they sense another presence in the room, so wrapped up in each other as they were. As he stood there for a moment, watching them smolder, Duncan felt the room spin. Breathing heavily, he pushed back out, letting the door slam behind him to get their attention. They didn't notice.
A/N: Oh my god, writing that was so much fun! I got sort of stuck in the last few paragraphs, but if I do say so myself, I think it's pretty damn good, haha. My favorite part is writing the intense making out in the beginning. It's easy, because I've seen just how much chemistry they have, and how intense they can be around each other. I love that. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this. I know it was a little cliché to have Duncan find them like that, but I figure if Rob Thomas can have Logan sleep with his best friend's hot new step mom (which is like, the biggest cliché ever), then I could have Duncan walk in on them. Let me know what you think!