Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, but man do I wish I did.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, you would call that a…" She giggled, falling back on to the floor, the white sheet barely covering her. He leaned over and kissed her, his lips lightly tracing the curve of her neck, and blushing rosily, she swatted him away.
"I would call that a 10." She whispered, her lips close to his ear. He laughed as she bit his earlobe, and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her on top of him.
"Veronica," He whispered, looking up into her eyes. She smiled down at him, and the brightness of her smile filled the room. "There's something I have to tell you." She snuggled down on to his chest, her blonde head fitting perfectly beneath his chin. She could feel his heart thudding wildly, and grinned into the rise and fall of his chest.
"And what would that be?" She asked, lifting her head and looking into his eyes. Her hair was tousled, and a wisp of it fell sexily over one eye. He ran his hands over her shoulders, up and down her arms, and it sent chills down her spine.
"…You…you know how in love with you I am, don't you?" His eyes were averted, and his face was scrunched up, and she beamed.
"Maybe. You haven't showed it enough today," She teased, stretching up and lightly kissing his lips. He sighed with relief, and she settled back into the crook of his arm. "Logan-" She started, but their quiet moment was interrupted by a loud pounding on the door. Frowning, he stood, wrapping the sheet around his waist. "I'll just…I'll go to the bathroom or something," She mumbled, looking down at her hands. His palm cupped her cheek causing her to look up at him.
"You can, if you want to. But I'm not ashamed." Happy color flooded her cheeks, and she stood, arching on the tips of her toes and kissed his lips lightly. The heavy pounding on the door continued. "Just one second!" Logan called, his tone harsher than he'd intended. Biting her lip, she touched his cheek lightly.
"It's Ok," She murmured bending and grabbing up her clothes. "I'll just be inside." She pecked his lips again and disappeared down the hallway, turning and smiling at him encouragingly right before he disappeared. The pounding on the door got louder.
"I'm coming." He called out, wrapping the sheet more tightly around his waist. The gunshot was deafening, and Veronica was in the foyer in a matter of moments.
"Oh my god, Logan." She exclaimed, falling to her knees in front of him, her chin quavering.
"'Ronica," He coughed, and grabbing his hand, she squeezed tightly. With her free hand, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.
"Dad? Daddy, it's me. I need your help." Her voice broke and heavy tears formed in her eyes. "Logan's been shot…"
A/N: I know. I am an evil heartless bitch. But he's not dead, I SWEAR. And plus, now you're left to wonder, whodunit? By the way, the beginning of this was set up not only because I love writing Logan and Veronica more than anything else, but also to appease you guys, because for at least the next couple installments, you won't be able to get the cute mush. I hope you enjoyed it, and let me know what you thought!