Veronica Mars flicked through the rails in the lingerie department. Tonight was the night. Her gaze kept going back to the provocative lacy black number on the mannequin in the middle of the tables. It was bolder than she was used to; she had owned nothing like it before, a very flattering lacy black bra and knickers set, paired with a suspender belt and some very seductive stockings. Feminine and precisely what she was looking for.
Shyly, she had cornered an assistant to help her pick out her size, hiding the bag in her backpack, her cheeks burning at the thought of her dad finding out she even owned something like this.
She pulled out some crumbled notes from her purse and left them on the counter, fleeing from the store encase someone saw her. Tonight was the night, she reminded herself.
Logan Echolls was in a world of heartbroken misery...
She had broken up with her on/off-again boyfriend Logan Echolls, son of a movie star turned murderer, Aaron Echolls a few weeks ago, and had given him complete radio silence ever since. Ignored his calls, made a point of being seen getting on with her life without him. Although, she had been just as heartbroken, that word of her private investigating exploits around campus were getting back to him via Dick Casablancas' his roommate helped to create her indifferent facade.
It hadn't been an uncomplicated relationship; they danced that fine line between love and hate, constantly off balance because of the magnetic pull of one another. Their lives were chaos, people ended up dead whenever they were around. Starting with Logan's girlfriend and Veronica's best friend, the now deceased, Lilly Kane. Last year, Veronica had still been under scrutiny from the FBI for aiding Lilly's brother Duncan flee the country with his illegitimate daughter, Faith Manning.
Veronica had once feared Logan was responsible for Lilly's murder, but it had been his father. Her suspicions had stolen so much time from them and had caused many arguments. Logan had tormented her without mercy during High school because Veronica could not let the real killer escape justice.
Even through all his plotting against her, he had been captivated.
Logan had confessed that he was always a little infatuated with her but never acted on it out of love for his friend Duncan, who had shut down with the loss of his sister.
Even after the loss of his mother going after Veronica had seemed distasteful, but her determination to uncover the truth about Abel Koontz's innocence and find the actual culprit had garnered his admiration, even if it had angered him that she wouldn't let it go.
The longer she had been digging into things, the longer it had taken him to move on from the death of his girlfriend. When he lost his mother, Veronica had been the perfect person to help him discover what had happened. He hadn't just lost Lilly when his father had bashed her head in; he had lost Veronica as his friend also, and that investigation had brought her back into his life. Watching her fall back in love with Duncan had been torture, he had told her, he had secretly spent most of his senior year pining for her.
After the two boys had moved into the same Kane Industries Penthouse Suite in the Neptune Grand hotel and he had no escape from watching the two of them together in their most private moments.
Logan had delighted in interfering in her romance with Duncan by bringing Kendall Casablanca's over as often as possible to make Veronica jealous; she had never admitted it, but it had.
Logan had constantly reminded her of their attraction to each other at every opportunity, making ridiculous offers to fool around behind Duncan's back, accusing her of stalking him, telling her to her face how much he missed her, even if she hadn't been able to see the blatant, obvious truth of his words.
"If the cuddling was the best part… he didn't do it right"
Logan had taunted her after catching her sneaking out of Duncan's hotel room the first time.
She had treated him with such indifference for months; it had driven him crazy, he had told her. It wasn't until he had dated Hannah after Duncan's fleeing the country that he had noticed the cracks in her armour. Even if their interactions had been acerbic and one sided. He kept dropping hints, teasing her to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins Dance, which she hadn't, but they had danced, anyway. He had tried shyly to ask her to his Alterna-Prom, he had organized after their offical Prom was cancelled, the thought of not seeing her after graduation, the need to declare his feeling had been too much, but she had misinterpreted his intentions and invited half of their classmates along.
"Our story is Epic…"
Their love wasn't like most other people. They were star crossed.
She had helped get the information that exonerated him when Logan had been investigated for murdering their classmate Felix Toomes and he had come to her rescue multiple times, most notably from Cassidy Casablancas's.
Walking the scant distance from the car park to the two-bedroom apartment she shared with her father, she forced the memories of that night out of her head.
This wasn't some frivolous teenage drama between them.
No one wrote songs about the loves that came easy, he had explained to her, and that was never their story.
Cassidy Casablanca's had outdone even Aaron Echolls in the murder category, he almost killed Veronica twice, the first time had been during the bus crash he had plotted at the start of their senior year and the second when he tried to force Veronica off the top of the Neptune Grand Hotel when she had connected all the dots. Logan had saved her that night.
Glancing at herself in the mirror, Veronica was impressed with the results. Her petite breasts looked enticing in the lingerie she had purchased. He may have had his indiscretions with Madison Sinclair over winter break when they hadn't been dating, but tonight she would ruin him for all other women. She slipped into her favourite heels and retouched her gloss. Thankful that her father was off on a stake-out so she could get ready in peace. She pulled on her black knee-length coat and looked at the results, yes; it was the correct length. No one would ever guess she wasn't wearing a dress underneath it. She slipped a small t-shirt and skirt into her handbag and picked up her car keys.
She checked Dick's twitter feed; he was going to the Pi Sigs fraternity party tonight.
Good! Logan would be home alone tonight, she felt confident that they would be alone for the evening; she had seen Logan two days ago in the elevator with a rather chatty young girl whom Veronica didn't recognise. He had looked shocked, hopeful and visibly despondent. She knew that meant he would spend his time gaming and feeling sorry for himself.
Veronica paced the small lobby, the keycard in her hand. She had intentionally left her arrival until confirming that Dick was gone through his Instagram selfies, Logan would be asleep when she arrived. Stepping into the elevator, she pushed the button to his floor. She felt nervous, Logan was so much more experienced with these things, Veronica's only other experience of seduction had been with Duncan Kane, and that was admittedly lack lustre, she hadn't understood until her first night with Logan, exactly what she had been missing. Being with Duncan was like teddy bears and ice cream. It was pleasant and it felt good, but it lacked the same intensity.
Desire… she thought. She was never hungry for Duncan the way she craved Logan; he made music with her body. Had they been intimate on this level before she had broken up with him mid-summer before senior year, she would have been powerless to resist him.
Truthfully, these past few weeks away from him, she had been starving for his touch. Now the shoe was on the other foot. She would seduce him.
Tonight she was going to prove how Epic their love truly could be. She would use her imagination, she would please every part of his body, and have him cry out her name, knock all thoughts of Madison from his memory.
Veronica would own every piece of him.
Tonight she was unguarded, she would give into their chemistry and would take him to a place no one could.
This love could be an addiction and she intended to get them higher than they had ever been.
Exiting the elevator, she played with the key card. Careful to open it, walking into the hotel suite she stepped towards his bedroom, the television was off and but the door to his room was still open a little; she glanced towards the bed; he lay sleeping, shirtless, on his bed. She choked down the thoughts of insecurity, marvelling at his arms, his chest, the covers curled around his waist; she allowed the moment to reassure her; she opened her coat and discarded it onto the floor, approaching him.
She had come here intending to consume him, of having him fill her, marking him as hers, and hers alone. Her cheeks burning, she was so hot for him… had God ever made a thing so fine?
She felt like a voyeur. Was she doing the right thing?
It wasn't like she had permission from him to be here…
Maybe he was ready to be over her by now?
Gingerly, Veronica pulled the end of the duvet and taking it gently from the bed, he stirred, waking to find her standing there watching him. His expression was one of dreamy confusion.
Not sure if she was real until she kicked off her heels and the end of the bed dipped as she approached him.
"What's going on?" he asked, a little disoriented, half expecting to find a video camera, or a tazer in her hand as part of some cruel revenge.
"Really Echolls? I prefer it when you call me Bobcat" she purred as she climbed towards him in her most feminine sultry voice.
His mind raced to clear the sleep fog and catch up… Veronica was here… straddling him with her thighs, wearing the sexiest piece of clothing he had ever seen.
"Did I finally make it onto your to-do list?" he mocked bitterly as he sat up.
Look like a sex goddess and torment my ex-boyfriend? CHECK!
His body waking and starting to betray him. What was happening right now? She hadn't spoken to him in weeks and now she was inches from his lips, her hips grinding against him. His breath quickened, eyes widening as his senses awakened, becoming fiercely aware of the heat of her scantily clad body.
"Yes, you have been the only thing I have wanted to do all day, I need one of those hugs that turns into Sex" she teased guiding his hand to her breast.
"This isn't funny Veronica, you can't play games with me… you broke up with me remember?" he reminded her, swallowing against the pain in her voice.
"It's hard to resist a bad boy who's a good man" she whispered as she placed her hand against his face and kissed him, guided his left hand to curl around her hip. Hesitant he responded, pulling her closer and moaning as she explored his mouth with her tongue. He felt himself stiffen as her hand reached down his torso.
"Wh-what's your thinking here…?" Logan panted as he pulled himself away from her mouth, but she didn't stop, just kissed her way along his neck, her fingers in his hair.
"Isn't it obvious? I've got a filthy mind, and you've been on it," she replied, nibbling his ear lobe.
Logan inhaled her sugary scent. She was so close to him, the taste of her lipstick in his mouth, the feel of her body writhing on top of him. He didn't understand her motivations. His throat was getting dry… she was so sexy in this outfit… he thought, but what was her reasoning? His body was begging to continue what they had started.
Veronica had always been nervous when they were together, and now he could barely contain himself, he pulled away from her long enough to search her eyes for some kind of answer, but the sight of her in his lap, dressed in her lingerie left him speechless.
"You are my favourite dirty thought, Logan Echolls" she said as she clutched her legs around his waist.
"Your favourite?" he asked as his fingers traced the bra she was wearing, and his other hand ran absently along her black stockings. She nodded enthusiastically and curled her fingers into his hair.
"So you have just come to ravish me huh?" he asked as his fingers traced the bra she was wearing, and his other hand ran absently along her black stockings. Was he really going to consider this?
Was this all they had left?
"To seduce you" she declared, biting her lip.
"You all out of sonnets?" he mused tenderly. When she was around, his entire body knew it. Veronica Mars always made him feel drunk on hormones.
"Stop teasing me" she pleaded as he cupped her breast, digging her nails into his shoulder and kissing him again. Was he trying to humiliate her?
She wanted him badly, and the knowledge that she had come over here, dressed like this, just for him was interfering with his brain that said they should talk this out, and his body which just wanted to plunge deep into her, his hands rubbing her skin. Gathering her up in his arms he lifted her and pivoted until she was laying beneath him. She protested slightly when he caught her wrists to prevent her from distracting him. He pressed his masculine body against the petite blond in front of him.
Teasing her? He hadn't even started to tease her…
She wriggled helplessly beneath him, but he needed an answer from her..
"Did you come here wearing that just for me?" he demanded.
"Yes" she confirmed. Oh, God… His mind and body were fighting in opposition, he wasn't sure he could resist her. Every move she made in that outfit was designed to drive a man insane.
"Is this all you want?" he asked with a determined edge to his voice. He didn't want their love story to be reduced to a booty call.
"What I want is your tongue inside me Logan… I'll play with yours if you play with mine," she taunted him. "I've been thinking about you, and it's been very x-rated."
Damn that mouth… when did she learn to talk like this?
"Did breaking up with me turn you into some kind of naughty sex freak?" he queried, trying to maintain his composure and ignore the fact seeing this side of her was arousing him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gyrated against him. He was hard and eager for her and they both knew it.
"I find it makes the pillow talk much more interesting" she mocked, growing impatient, since when was he this chatty? His breath was fiery against her neck, and the weight of him was pressing into her.
"Did you come to get back together?" he gasped as she rubbed herself along him his length.
He was only wearing his boxers and he let out a tortured groaned in response to the way she writhed beneath him.
No, before this went any further he needed an answer.
If she had just come to use him, it would break his heart all over again. Waiting for her had been agony… if this is all she wanted him for… if this is all they were left… "Or should I be expecting racy tabloid headlines tomorrow?" having her so close to him, their breath intermingling, the goose bumps on their skin, her pinned helpless underneath him.
"I came to see if these clothes looked as nice on your bedroom floor" she told him, a hint of challenge in her gaze. She hadn't answered the question, and he glared at her. "I want you to fuck me so good I forget why I was mad at you" she continued softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Relief swelled inside him and he let go of her wrists, his lips captured hers that he could do, he pulled her closer to him, his hands tracing the length of her body.
"God, Veronica… I've been an idiot…" he whispered looking down at her, his eyes blazed into hers. "How could I ever…." he said as she responded by reaching her hands down his shoulders as he began kissing down her body. She felt like she was on fire.
God, he wanted her.
"You are wearing too many clothes" she informed him, eager to keep up their momentum.
"And you… this.. you should only wear this" he admired as he moved her bra aside to capture her nipple in his mouth. The feel of the stockings glided along his hips and he gripped her ass and pulled her against him. It felt like an eternity since he had seen her and that absence had left him starving for the taste of her.
"Logan…" She moaned as he slipped his hand between them and touched her center.
She was so ready for him.
Sliding his finger into her lacy underwear he played with her and she arched her back, he bit her nipple and coaxed a soft moan from her. Christ, he was so turned on, she tightened against his fingers and buried her hands in his hair, the sight of her in this lingerie with her eyes closed and head thrown back against the mattress as she called out his name again was one of the most erotic things he had ever experienced, his erection grew larger. She was so wet and warm… he could feel a light sweat break out on his forehead, he was using almost all of his control not to tear the lacy fabric away and push himself inside to feel her squeezing around him. He licked her nipple and worked his way up to her throat, if she wanted to seduce him, it hadn't worked, he mused, slow and methodical he played with her until her body submitted to his touch and her thighs began shaking, he was in charge. The look of her so lost in pleasure was invigorating, he had never seen her this uninhibited before.
She gyrated her hips, moving against his palm desperately "Oh god, please…"
Logan felt her quiver around his fingers. She was trembling defencelessly, her mouth open in a silent wordless cry of pleasure. She was having an orgasm, he realized. Her eyes were closed, her just-kissed lips stretched in an involuntary smile. Her toes curling, and thighs clenching, slowing his movements.
"Did you like that?" he asked her, gratified as she stared at him, panting.
She swallowed hard and nodded as he stripped off her underwear.
"You seem a little speechless Bobcat, you sneak into my room… to torment me with this…" he mused pulling down her bra strap and kissed her collar bone.
"Oh Logan… I've missed you…" she purred. Logan pulled her lips to his, her tongue exploring his mouth, and she arched her back when he gripped the back of her thighs; locking her legs around his hips.
She was so responsive…
Ocean eyes locked with his, drowning him with electric sexual energy as he slipped himself inside her. She moaned, shifting her hips and rocking in time with his thrusts.
"Veronica," Logan whispered reverently as sweat began to bead down his back, rolling her hips in unison with his thrust, making him cry out in pleasure.
"God, I need you Veronica" he confessed, her teeth biting into his shoulder as he began to fuck her harder, his thrusts getting stronger, he ran his hand along her legs, the feel of the stockings smooth against his skin, "you drive me crazy…showing up here… dressed like this…" he told her, his other hand sliding beneath her bra to grip her breast.
"Deeper Logan" she requested digging her nails into his back. "I have craved you all night…" she told him.
"Only tonight?" he queried, his lips brushing over her neck, he stilled his movements, letting her feel every inch of him filling her but moving achingly slow. She cried in frustration and he felt her pussy tighten around him, he was teasing her.
"All day…" she admitted. He rotated his hips until his body rubbed against her clitoris…
"Just today?" he asked playfully, making her writhe beneath him, it was taking all his control not to take her as vigorously as his body demanded.
"Dammit, Logan… you know how much I want you" she begged. Rubbing her hands along his chest, he shivered at the words.
"You want me?" he said grinding his pelvis against her.
"Yes…" she whispered, her breath shaky… "Always…" she was tired, panting and every cell in her body wanted to beg him to take her, own her.. it was excruciating.
"So... you missed me?" he interrogated her increasing his pace.
"I-I did…" she moaned.
"Did you crave me?" he questioned as he kissed her passionately, she nodded, and he smiled, he loved this control, watching her body obey an instinct she didn't know it possessed when she trembled again. He inhaled her scent and moaned as her inside pulsed around him, she was coming again, hot and desperate as he pounded faster into her. He wouldn't be able to last much longer. She pulled his hair and cried out his name, it was the sexiest sound; he would replay it over in his head for the next 20 years.
"I love you Logan" she declared.. he stilled, his eyes beginning to swell, it was the first time she had ever said it to him. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her longer and harder.
"Say that again…" he instructed.
"I love you Logan," she gasped.
"Again" he commanded, his voice rasping as he increased his pace.
"I-I.. Love you…" she gasped in surprise as he pulled them both upwards, sitting back onto his knees, he pulled her into his lap, sliding inside her, the weight of her body, burying his inside her even deeper, he placed his hands on her hips.
"Again" he ordered an edge to his voice as he searched her face, his eyes betraying a vulnerability she had never seen before. She had always assumed he knew… could he really have been this unsure of the depth of her feelings for him? Tenderness crept in her voice, and her heart ached for him.
How could he possible not know?
"Logan Echolls. I am hopelessly in love with you" she said softly, resting her arms on his shoulders as she wiped away a tear forming in his eyes.
"Don't ever leave me again…" he told her, the relief in his eyes was overwhelming.
She knew then he was right, this feeling between them, it was deeper than sex, deeper than attraction or even friendship. It was primal, they were too flames from the same fire.
"You are mine.. and I am yours" she said kissing him and he hugged her to him. "You have nothing to worry about.
This love was ageless, eternal.. and it consumed them both.
