Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, etc etc etc. But seriously, if I said I did, seriously, what would they do to me?
The weeks after the crash were the longest she'd ever lived. While her relationship with Logan was slowing getting stronger, it was held on a rickety balance by the deteriorating relationship between her and her father…
"I think we just set a record." He exclaims falling back against the mattress, breathing heavy, both his forehead and chest, glistening with sweat.
"You think they have world records about these things?" She asks, suggestively wiping her mouth with the back her hand, and leaning over him, capturing his lips in another white-hot kiss. She collapses atop his him, beginning a slow ascent of kisses up his chest.
"Veronica." He gasps laughing, his fingers nimbly running up and down her arms. "Sweetheart. Not even you can have this much stamina." Any more opportunity for conversation is lost as she reaches his lips. Despite his protests, he knows he can't resist her. And she knows it too.
Only later, as she lies sleeping in his arms does he allow his mind to wander. He loves her, to be sure. He'd be nothing without her, and that is possibly what scares him most.
"You're more than you seem to be, aren't you Logan Echolls?" 12 year-old Veronica had asked him the first time they'd met, slightly tilting her head, which had caused her golden mane to tumble down her shoulders. She'd smiled her way into his heart that day, and though Lilly would grow to outshine her quiet dignity, he would never forget that first day. She'd been the very first person that had bothered to look beneath his flippant attitude, beneath his cynicism even, and straight into the depths of his heart. Even 5 years later, when he broke into her arms at the realization that his mother was really gone, he hadn't admitted to it. They'd never spoken about it. Not ever. He only let in people in bits. You could only get fragments of what Logan Echolls was, because that was all that he was; all that he knew how to be…the broken boy with the black eye who no one cared to believe.
Even now that his father was locked in jail, unable to hurt him, he was still haunted in the dark of night, and only with Veronica did his fear fade. He'd let her into his heart once, and she'd broken it, had it stomped all over, and he thought he'd never be able to recover. And now that she's in his arms again, he doesn't know what to think. Her eyelashes flutter, and after a few seconds her eyes open.
"Hi," She murmurs, smiling up at him, and cupping his cheek with her hand. "Hey," She whispers, sitting up, hugging him to her, nuzzling his neck. "Are you Ok?" She asks softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Her back is to the door, and the sheet she'd been using to cover herself, falls. He pulls her into his arms, and kisses her deeply, needing her to push his demons away. "Logan," She exclaims laughingly, breaking away and gazing up at him, good humor shining through her eyes. "What's wrong?" Their faces are inches apart, and he knows that with just one tiny misstep, he could lose it. Lose her.
"Veronica, I-" He'd wanted to finish his sentence with an I love you; possibly an I can't see my life without you in it. But as Keith bursts in the bedroom unannounced, everything he could have said gets caught in his throat. Veronica's face pales, and gulping, she pulls her sheet up, trying to hide from view.
"Hi, Daddy." She murmurs, and Logan feels their simplicity…his last moments of perfection, slipping away.
A/N: Yeah, I don't know what I'm doing. But I had fun doing it! They're great together, and it pretty much wrote itself. I hope you liked it.