When Veronica's dad went out of town on business, Veronica's nights were spent alone on her sofa watching reruns of old TV shows and classic horror movies. Occasionally she might venture outside her apartment to go to the store or pick up supplies, but most of her time was spent alone inside her apartment with Backup as her only company.
Tonight was different. She had been alone for 3 nights already and frankly she was feeling it. It wasn't like she didn't enjoy being allowed to eat what she wanted when she wanted or staying up as late as she could. She loved it. It was more of the fact that there was one person that was constantly on her mind.
Logan Echolls had occupied her thoughts for those 3 nights. His touch, his smell, his face, his eyes, mouth and hands. He was the only thing she could think about.
So on her 4th night alone Veronica was sick of sitting alone watching reruns. She was sick of trying to concentrate on a horror movie, yet her mind still wandering to Logan. She was going to do something about tonight.
But tonight she wasn't going to go out and find him and try to get him to change his ways. She was sick of that. She wanted a break from being his saviour. Tonight, Veronica was going to go out and get what she wanted without Logan knowing she wanted it.
Veronica knew exactly where he would be too.
She pulls into the darkened beach car park and sure enough Logan's car is there. She sees the outline of his body on the sand and a faint glow of a cigarette in the outline of his hand. She hears the clang of a beer bottle being thrown against another.
Her feet sink into the soft, warm sand as she walks over to Logan, stopping 4ft short of him.
"Hey." She says.
He doesn't turn around. He doesn't need to. Logan knows who it is without her even saying anything. It's this feeling he gets when ever she's around like he has a 6th sense that is directly about Veronica. His Veronica sense he has started to call it.
"Stalking are we Veronica? Just when I thought you could get no worse…you do." He deadpans, taking a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it into the ocean.
"You shouldn't throw your butts into the ocean. It's polluting."
"You shouldn't be an annoying, trailer trash whore. It's degrading." He counters back.
Logan looks out into the ocean and wonders what goes beyond it. He wonders if there's anything left for him in life. He's absolutely, positively sure there isn't. After all if there was, wouldn't it be here already? Then he thinks. What if Veronica is his something left in life? Well, if that's his something, then he knows there's nothing left in life for him.
His hand digs deep into his pant pockets to search for his cigarette packet. He finds it and pulls it out. He hears Veronica's feet shuffle through the sand to get to him. He wishes she wouldn't. He's getting really tired of her act, pretending she cares about him when all she really wants is to rub it in his face that she saved him.
Veronica watches as he pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips. As he goes to put the packet back in his pocket she grabs his wrist and takes a cigarette from the packet. Did she smoke? Well, no. In fact she thought it was a disgusting habit and the only time she had ever tried it was when her and Lilly were 13 and stole a packet. Veronica had 2. Lilly had the rest.
She places the cigarette between her pink lips and looks at Logan. He lights it for her.
"Thanks." She says.
He shoves the packet and lighter back into his pocket and resumes his quiet, loathsome self.
"Aren't you going to ask how I knew you would be here?" She questions as she inhales the intoxicating smoke.
Logan shakes his head no. He doesn't need to ask. There's only two options. Either she put a tracker on his car or she just knows him that well that she could pin point where Logan was precisely. The former is more likely but he also knows the latter could be true too.
"So why is poor Logan Echolls alone at the beach tonight? No slut to fuck? No drugs to inject?"
He wordlessly, without moving his head pulls out a vile from him jacket pocket. White powder resides in it. Veronica knows well enough that it has to be cocaine.
"Why is trashy, Veronica Mars alone at the beach tonight? Wait, is that even a question I don't know the answer to?"
"Oh funny, Logan. Actually my dad is out of town for the rest of the week and I was sick of sitting at home alone. I thought I'd take a drive. It's just a coincidence that you were here and I saw your car and thought I'd drop in and say hi."
So, that wasn't really how she wanted to tell him she was home alone. She'd seen girls seduce boys before, on movies, in video clips and in person. It should be easy. What she wanted to do was be sexy and seductive and get him to want her. She didn't want to just blurt it all out like she had.
He sits on the sand and reaches back for a beer, finding one easy and cracking it open. He downs the whole bottle in 10 seconds.
"So what? You came out here looking for a fuck? I don't want you Veronica. If anything I feel dirty about the two times we did fuck. So you're out of luck." He snorts.
She lets him that one. She's not about to argue. They sit in silence for awhile before Logan gets up, throwing an empty bottle down the beach and drunkenly picking up the rest of his bottles and stumbling up the beach towards his car. Veronica gets up and follows him.
"Could you leave me alone Veronica? I don't want to be saved. I'm perfectly fine being a fucking screw up on my own thanks."
"Logan I'm not letting you drive." She says.
"Like fuck you aren't. I'm my own person. I can do whatever I want."
"Logan. Seriously. You can't get in that car and drive, you are beyond drunk and high."
"Why? Because you care so much about me? Please. Drop the act already, it's tiring."
"It's not even about you Logan! What if you get in that car and kill somebody else?"
He stops at his car and turns around to her.
"And just how do you suppose I get home then, Veronica? Call my dad and have him pick me up? Sorry, but I'd rather spoon my eyes out."
"I'll drive you."
"Don't bother. I'd rather walk."
"I'd rather you get home alive."
She opens the passenger door to her car and looks at him. He finally agrees and silently gets in the car with her. She starts her car and drives in the direction of Logan's mansion. After a few silent minutes Veronica pulls into Logan's driveway and turns off her car.
"You're welcome." She says.
He gathers his things and reaches for the car door handle, shifting it a few times and failing at opening it. He tries a few more times before Veronica giggles.
"Sometimes it gets stuck, here let me."
Veronica leans over Logan's lap and jiggles the handle before clicking it open and looking at Logan. His mouth slightly open, his eyes bloodshot, he looks at her and feels a stir in his pants. That's not meant to happen. He hates her. He absolutely, completely despises Veronica Mars.
But he doesn't care.
Instead of getting out the car, flipping her off and yelling out something horrible to her, he grabs her waist and pulls her on top of his lap and before she can ask what he's doing he attacks her mouth with his.
Veronica is shocked. Veronica is stunned. Veronica is surprised. Veronica is wet. His hands start lifting her singlet over her head and fumbling with the clasp on her bra before giving up and sliding down her sides to the waist band of her shorts. It takes a few seconds for him to unbutton them and a little skill to manoeuvre them down her legs and off in that position. But he manages.
He pulls back from her mouth and starts kissing her neck. She takes this chance to question his actions.
"Logan what are you doing?" She asks breathlessly.
She really needn't ask. She knows exactly what he's doing and what's about to happen and she doesn't even want to stop it.
"Shut up you stupid slut." He growls, biting down on her bare shoulder.
She obliges.
Logan shoves his hand down his pants and brings his cock out, letting it stand hard and up. Veronica goes to touch it but he swats her hand away. Finally he unclasps her bra, letting her breasts free. His mouth attaches to one of her nipples, she gasps and throws her head back.
For a second she's sure she's hallucinating. Is that? Could it be? No. Is it? Yes. Yes it is. She sees a light on in one of the upstairs rooms and a figure standing in the window looking down on them. With no long hair or breasts to be seen, Veronica is absolutely sure that it's Mr Echolls standing in the window watching them.
"Logan your dad…he's watching us." She says as Logan gets frustrated with her panties and literally rips them off her.
"Well let's really give him something to watch then." Logan replies, rubbing his cock against her wet pussy.
"That's twisted."
"Fuck you."
"I think you're about to." Veronica smirks.
For a moment she sees a spark in Logan's eye and a slight smile on his face. But it's wiped clean before she can say anything.
His cock slides inside her. She moans. He closes his eyes. Logan doesn't move, or make an attempt to and for a second she wonders if he's passed out but his eyes soon shoot open and he looks at her.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Ride me, Veronica. I'm not doing all the work again."
She smiles and moves slowly on his cock, grinding deep on it. Logan grabs her hips and holds her still for a second, looking less then impressed.
"You can do better then that, you're a fucking slut. This isn't new to you. I want you to ride me hard, rough and fast. Do it or let me out." He commands her.
Veronica nods and starts to ride him just the way he wants. Her breasts bounce as she moves on top of him with ease. His fingers dig into her hips, he's desperate to stay silent even if it means bruising Veronica. She's desperate to make him say anything, at least then she'll know he's not trying too hard to shut her out.
She places her hands on his shoulders as she feels her own climax approaching fast. That's what happens when you want someone that bad. Her pussy tightens around his cock and she orgasms, biting her lip and letting out a long moan. He doesn't care.
"Keep riding me. Don't stop." He tells her, noticing her slowed movements.
Veronica continues to ride him. He helps her slam down on his cock, their skin slapping together brutally. Logan feels his orgasm coming on, the twitch in his cock evidence that he's close. With a few more minutes of Veronica brutally but so amazingly riding him he cums inside her once again, slightly groaning.
He slumps into the car seat more and sighs. She sits on his cock still, not wanting to move.
"I should go." He whispers, his eyes closed.
She wishes he would say 'let's go back to yours' but she knows he won't.
"Okay."
Veronica slowly slumps into her own seat, fumbling for her singlet and her shorts before Logan has enough time to make a comment about her being naked. He gathers his things once again and successfully opens the door this time.
He almost looks like he's just going to walk off without saying anything more but he turns back to her.
"You must get payed a lot when you fuck like that. You're clients must love a slut like you." He says before officially walking off.
That's as close of a 'thanks, Veronica that was amazing' as she's going to get. So she takes it, spins his words and smiles to herself.
Update! Yes, I know it's been...well a few weeks or something. But, in all fairness it was my birthday last Wednesday and I was reall very busy planning my cocktail party for last weekend. So, now that my birthday has been and gone, my party is over and Christmas is quickly on it's way I decided, I felt a little like giving. So here's my gift to all my readers, an update.
Maybe your gift to me could be a review?