DISCLAIMER: I don't own any rights to Veronica Mars. This story is written as a tribute only. No celebrity endorsement is implied by product placements. All real persons' names are used in the sense of "wouldn't it be cool if this person had this gig?" The institution discussed in this fic is not a real institution.
A/N: Beta-ed by Kazy and Poniesforall. All mistakes that remain are my responsibility.
This section definitely not appropriate for those under 17.
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VERONICA MARS
10:00PM SHO ch: 340 60min 2009 TV-MA
The Texas Two-Step
Veronica tracks down Logan.
Veronica: Kristen Bell. Logan: Jason Dohring.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: "THE TEXAS TWO-STEP"
Two weeks later...
VERONICA
I'm scared. I'm scared Logan won't come back with me. I'm scared whatever it is that he has to work out for himself means that he's leaving me forever. And...I really need him. My BFF Wallace is helping his new girlfriend with the murder of her brother. Mac is in witness protection, apparently the target of a ruthless Mafia vendetta. And my dad...well, he's been charged with arson. He won't say a word about it to anybody, not to me, not to the sheriff, not even to Cliff. The preliminary hearing is on Friday, and I think he plans to plead guilty. One thing I know is Dad won't last long in general population where he'll be the target for retribution by all the criminals he's put away. Dammit, Logan, I need you! I can't do this alone. And...I need you for my plan to get the charges dismissed. You have to come back with me!!
Tues. 2/24/09 evening: South Padre Island, Texas
When Veronica enters the bar, she sees him right away. He is seated at the bar with his back to her. The bail bondsman she hired to track Logan here in South Padre Island told her that Logan had lost weight, but she is appalled when she sees him. His clothes hang off his body, and his newly dark-brown hair is long and uneven. After rushing to get here, Veronica has a moment of panic and hesitation, and she takes a seat at a table near the door where she can observe Logan. He sits by himself and talks to no one. A girl sidles up to him and starts a conversation, but he waves her off, and the girl walks away disappointed.
"Friend of yours?" A voice startles Veronica out of her reverie. She looks up at a female bartender who adds, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Coke, please. Do you know the man seated at the end of the bar?" Veronica nods toward Logan.
"Can't say I know him...he doesn't talk to anybody. He kind of looks familiar, but I can't place the face. He comes in here every night around this time, for a couple weeks now. Always orders a double scotch, and then he just stares at it for an hour. I've never seen him drink it."
Veronica looks at the bartender in shock. She has been preparing herself to be understanding, supportive, whatever, about Logan's relapsed alcoholism. "He just stares at it?"
"I've seen him raise it to his nose, just breathe in the smell of it, and sigh. Pretty weird. The guy doesn't talk. And no action with the ladies. What a waste. I'd go home with him in a second." The bartender shrugs and leaves to get Veronica's soda.
Tues. 2/24/09 evening: South Padre Island, Texas
Logan knows she's in the bar the moment she walks in the door. He doesn't need to turn around to know that Veronica is there. He's not sure how he knows: perhaps he hears the distinctive rhythm of her breathing that he's memorized in their nights together, or maybe he recognizes the unique scent of her. But the moment that he's been dreading and expecting is finally here; the only question is how will she play it.
He lifts the scotch glass to his nose and inhales deeply. Just the scent of the alcohol sends a rush to every nerve ending. Every cell in his body is tingling, expecting the sweet tendrils of alcohol to come bearing their delicious pain and oblivion. Logan sits here every night to assess his courage and resolve; he stares down his demons and grimly celebrates each victory, adding to the running count of one hundred and eighteen days sober. The man behind the bar is an experienced bartender who knows enough to leave him alone. The few patrons who try to engage Logan in conversation take one look at his expression and move away quickly.
The bartender taps Logan's arm and says quietly, "She's here, Logan." He nods toward Veronica's table.
Logan looks up in surprise. "You know my..."
"For a while now. It's nobody's business but yours. But the woman they show on the TV with you is here in the bar."
"I know. I had a feeling the moment she came in the bar."
"She looks scared. Uh-oh. She's coming over."
Logan closes his eyes, then opens them and says, "Thanks for everything. Thanks for not saying anything."
"Never had a customer who tipped a fifty for a shot before," he replies wryly. "Good luck with her." The bartender steps away and moves to the other end of the bar.
Veronica sits down on the stool next to Logan.
He continues to stare straight ahead and says, "So how mad are you?"
"I just want you to come home. But I'm not going to drag you back. I've known you were here for two weeks."
He turns to her in surprise.
Veronica reaches for his hand on the bar. She brings his hand to her mouth and kisses it gently. "I figured out where you were, and I had someone tail you to see if you were okay. He said you kept to yourself but seemed to be fine. He said you walked on the beach for hours and volunteered every night at a local soup kitchen, then hung out here for a while in the evenings." She presses the back of his hand against her face, hoping, remembering.
He tugs his hand away and, motioning to the full glass in front of him, replies, "I'm not drinking you know."
"I know." She fingers his unfamiliarly dark and long hair and gently teases, "A mullet, Logan? Really, this is taking the concept of disguise a little too far."
He smiles despite himself. "Not a mullet. Way to cut a guy, Veronica." Logan scratches his cheek and looks at her. "What about the beard?"
"Looks very dangerous. Tall, dark and handsome."
"Why are you here now, Veronica? Are you okay? Are the reporters leaving you alone now?" he asks.
"For a while now, yes...Logan, please come back to California. You don't have to be with me if you don't want to."
He stares at her in shock. "Veronica, I saw Duncan's press conference. Aren't you with him again?"
Now it's Veronica turn to look shocked. "Of course not. I love you, Logan. But..." she stumbles on the words, "if you don't want to be with me anymore, it's...okay."
"Veronica, it's not that I don't want to be with you–"
She continues intensely, "But I need your help. We need your help. Dad's been arrested. And Logan...I'm quite convinced Hannah wasn't murdered by the Saturday Night Slasher."
Tues. 2/24/09 evening: South Padre Island, Texas
"Let's get out of here. I want you to know what's going on with your dad and what you found out about Hannah." Logan suggests.
When Logan stands up, he grabs his cane, but Veronica is surprised to note that he barely uses it for support. Seeing her stare, he says simply, "I've had a lot of time to work on my physical therapy. It's been good for me; it feels like something positive I can do to make my life better." Something I can actually control.
They leave the bar, and Logan leads Veronica to the beach. They walk down the sand just above the waterline. Veronica walks on the opposite side of Logan's cane, hoping he'll take her hand, but he doesn't; he stares straight ahead and sets a medium pace.
"What's going on with your dad?" Logan asks after they have walked past another couple strolling on the beach.
"He's been arrested on a charge of arson." Logan turns to her in surprise, and she continues, "He's been very secretive the last month or so. I think he was helping Vinnie Van Lowe with his defense. You remember, I told you I thought Vinnie was forcing Dad to help him by threatening to reveal my involvement in the Manning kidnapping."
Logan nods that he understands.
She continues, "Wallace and I have compared notes. It's something to do with a man named Matt Dannon, who disappeared twenty-five years ago after robbing a liquor store where he was working. I don't know the real story about Dannon, but I know Dad bought a gun and dug up a grave in St. Mary's cemetery. And Mac said she wrote a program for him to hack into a Bluetooth-connected keyboard."
"How does that fit in with the arson?" Logan asks.
"It's something to do with the Fitzpatricks. The building Dad is supposed to have burned down is on a property that is owned by shell corporations controlled by Liam Fitzpatrick. He set fire to a shed that was storing a car. Everything in the shed was incinerated in the fire."
"How do they know your dad did it?"
"He dropped something; it's a device to detect bugs and other electronic surveillance devices. Mars Investigations is the only purchaser of the device in the county. It's the only evidence against him. It was crushed by a vehicle during the investigation, so there's no usable fingerprints on it, but it's an unusual device that would only be used by security guards or police."
"Or private detectives," Logan adds. "I don't understand why you think I can help with this. Do you need money for an attorney or bail? If that's what you need, you know I'd be happy to help."
"No, actually...I was thinking about the story you wrote about the accused murderer paying the deputy to conceal evidence," she replies.
Logan stops short. "You mean–"
"Yes. I want to blackmail Leo into destroying the evidence against Dad. You and I know that the only reason to steal all the copies of the Lilly Kane videotapes was to prevent them from being used in your father's murder trial."
Logan nods, thinking. "And I'm the only person that knows for sure that I got the tapes from Leo. Your dad kept that purposely vague; he said that Leo was only negligent about the safety of the evidence room."
"Dad always liked Leo. Hell, I always liked Leo. I don't want to do this, but I don't see any other way to get the charges dismissed."
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VERONICA MARS
10:00PM SHO ch: 340 60min 2009 TV-MA
Emotional Rescue
Veronica and Logan, two emotional
cripples, deserve each other. Discuss
among yourselves.
Veronica: Kristen Bell. Logan: Jason Dohring.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: "EMOTIONAL RESCUE"
Tues. 2/24/09 evening: South Padre Island, Texas
Logan and Veronica continue to walk along the beach, each lost in their thoughts, worrying about the charges filed against Keith. After a while, Logan asks, "Veronica, what about Hannah's murder? You said you think she wasn't killed by the serial killer."
"I know she wasn't. I got copies of the case files from Mike Fields." She steals a glance at Logan, who frowns at the mention of her ex. She continues, "There are too many discrepancies. Hannah wasn't a habitual drug user, and she didn't have a rap sheet. I don't believe she was really a prostitute. But that's not all. Every other murder besides Hannah's was committed on a night of a full moon. In fact, there's been a murder on every Saturday that was also a full moon."
"You mean the dates of the murders aren't random?"
"Definitely not. But Logan, whoever killed her knew all the details of the serial killers M.O. There were certain things that were held back from the press, and Hannah's killer knew about them."
"So that means..."
"It means someone in law enforcement, or someone who can hack into the FBI's databanks. Mac told me the FBI security protocols are antiquated."
"What's Mac doing looking at FBI computers?" Logan asks.
Veronica sighs. "I forgot, you don't know. The Pi Sigs hired Mac to fix their computers, and she discovered that they had been infected with malware designed to perpetrate identity theft. She was working with another computer hacker, a guy named Rick Picket, on the problem, and they were tracing the incursion back to its origins. And Rick must have discovered something. He was working on the theory that it was Russian mafia, and he was killed. Whoever was behind Rick's murder tried to kill Mac with a package bomb. The FBI put her in protective custody, and she's helping their cybercrime division retrace Rick's investigation. I've had a couple emails from her."
"So I assume the FBI's going to pursue the full moon angle for the serial killer?"
Veronica remains silent.
"Veronica? You did tell the FBI what you figured out?"
Veronica shakes her head 'no'. "If it's someone in the FBI who killed Hannah, this information would alert them."
Logan turns and says, practically shouting, "You can't do this! You've got to stop taking chances like this. Veronica, why are you looking into Hannah's murder anyways?"
She turns away from his angry glare and replies, "I thought you might come home if I solved her murder. Besides, Dad..." She stops herself.
"Dad what? Your dad's mixed up in Hannah's murder investigation too?"
She sighs, knowing she'll have to tell him eventually. "Hannah's mother hired us to investigate the school where Hannah was sent. It's a tough-love school; they use harsh discipline and attack therapy to brainwash the students into becoming complacent little robots. Ms. Denenberg blames them for Hannah's death, because Hannah ran away, and she wants to shut the school down for its excessive practices."
"You mean, she doesn't blame me?" Logan says incredulously.
"No, she doesn't. If anything, she blames herself for letting herself get talked into sending Hannah to the school," Veronica answers.
"...So if Hannah wasn't a prostitute, what was she doing between the time she left Briar Hill Academy and her murder in Los Angeles?" Logan asks.
"That's what I want to find out. Logan, I'm going to go undercover at the school. While I'm collecting evidence about the abuses at the school, I'm going to try to find out everything I can about Hannah's time there. I think someone murdered Hannah to cover up what was going on at the school."
Logan stops walking and faces Veronica, grabbing her arm and forcing her to stop. "Wait, you said Briar Hill was a tough-love school? That's like those wilderness programs where the kids were killed."
"It's pretty bad at the school from everything we found out. We're working with an attorney who will pursue the lawsuit."
"Dammit, Veronica! Once again, you go putting yourself in danger without any thought to the consequences," Logan says angrily.
"I'm going to be wearing a wire so Dad can monitor me at all times, and we'll have another person undercover as one of the security guards. You remember Ryan Kavner right? He's already at the school, laying the groundwork," Veronica explains.
Logan bites off, "I won't allow it, Veronica."
She stares at him furiously and speaks without thinking. "You won't allow it? This from my loving boyfriend who humiliated me by running away and having an impostor pretend to drink and carouse for the benefit of the paparazzi."
"I was trying to protect you!"
"Right, you were protecting me from yourself by abandoning me and embarrassing me! Go to hell, Logan." She spins around and begins to walk away.
"Veronica, wait!" Logan calls. Veronica stops but doesn't turn around. He continues, "I want to help your dad. Keith's been more of a father to me than Aaron ever was."
"It's alright. I'll think of something else to help Dad," she replies, then begins to stride away.
"Veronica, stop!! I said I would help." He hurries after her, limping just a little, and grabs her arm. She finally stops and turns to him. He says, "I'm sorry."
She stares at him.
Logan tries again, "It's hard for me, when you do things that are dangerous. I know, it's who you are, and I know you won't change."
Finally, she replies, "I'm being careful. We're being careful. Dad's being very protective of me."
Logan nods and looks downward, avoiding her gaze. He repeats, "It's hard for me. I just...I want you to be safe."
She says, "I know. I promise, I'm being careful."
They walk in silence for a few minutes, each of them unwilling to express what's on their mind. Finally, Logan asks hesitantly, "Are you...did you get a hotel room?"
"Not yet...I didn't know how you would react to me," she admits.
"You can stay with me, Veronica," he says.
Not–please stay with me, she notes. "All right, I just have a small bag in my rental car."
After they retrieve Veronica's bag, they walk the short distance to Logan's motel. When they enter the room, Veronica wants to tease him about 'slumming it', but she hesitates, feeling the distance that seems to exist between them. She uses the bathroom, and when she returns to the bedroom she's relieved to see that Logan has already undressed and gotten into bed and has turned the light out. She quickly strips to a t-shirt and panties, then pauses, not knowing if she should get into bed with Logan or use the other double bed.
"What's the matter?" he says.
"Did you want...Logan, I don't know what to do. I want to throw my arms around you, but you've barely talked to me since I got here," she says nervously.
He folds the covers back on the bed, and she takes the hint and gets into bed with him. Veronica lies down and stares at the ceiling, maintaining a physical distance from Logan.
He turns on his side and regards her. "I've missed you so much, Veronica."
You don't act like it, she thinks.
Logan continues, "But I'm just not sure...it still seems like the women around me always get hurt, and I don't ever want..." His voice trails off, and he rolls over onto his back.
"Do I get a say in this?" she asks quietly. "You could look at it that all the people around me always seem to get hurt. Maybe I'm the catalyst."
"Veronica, it's not just that. I didn't realize...I never said..." he starts hesitantly. Finally he says it, quickly, like ripping off a band-aid, "I've realized that I'm still angry with you. For leaving me for Duncan senior year–"
"I didn't!" she protests.
"For deserting me when I needed you so MUCH, I was so alone and then...you rubbed my face in it with Duncan and...what the hell is it that you love about him so much anyways?"
"You're still pissed about Duncan? More than three years ago?" she asks angrily.
"Are you telling me he hasn't tried to get back together with you? I saw the way Duncan looked at you in L.A. And he just assumes that you'll put your whole life in jeopardy to save him again. I saw you at the press conference. I saw you holding hands and hugging."
Veronica reflects that now is not the time to mention Duncan's recent fumbling attempts to seduce her. "You scared me back then, three years ago. You still scare me sometimes. It's always so intense with you."
"I can't help the way I feel about you," he says bitterly, raising his voice. "It is intense. We've been through so much."
Veronica's brain is screaming, Ineedyou Ineedyou stop pushing me away.
He continues, "You're not really understanding. I forgave you for dumping me like that; I tried again with you, and you treated me like crap. You were suspicious and distant, and you pushed me away. You looked for a reason to hate me until you found one."
She hesitates, trying to hold back, then cries helplessly, "Dammit, Logan, I thought we were past all this!"
"You were past all of it. You know what's crazy? I'm still totally in love with you; I'm angry as hell but I still love you. And I'm scared to death that you're ashamed of me, of what I did to Hannah; I'm terrified you're never going to forgive me for that."
She stays silent, looking up at the ceiling with her heart pounding in her ears and her eyes welling up.
"I'm sorry, Veronica. I've just been...thinking about that whole year way too much. That year was about anger and retribution and...shit, damnation. Christ, I tried to corrupt a girl! I'm just...I've been regretting so much, and I know I shouldn't be so angry now, but it's all I've been thinking about." He pauses. "Dr. Friedman said that I never processed these emotions before because I always drank so much to push them away."
"So what are you supposed to do with all these emotions? What does 'processing' them mean?" she asks. "Are you ever going to be able to get past this?"
"I'm trying. I'm...I'm actually doing better, I feel like...I feel like maybe I'm making progress." He's desperate to keep his recent suicide attempt from her, and in truth, since that night, he has felt a little more hopeful. Somehow the clarity of her voice when he was so close to letting go of life has sparked a feeble optimism that has begun to slowly take root for him.
Veronica assesses him for a moment, scared to think that he was feeling worse than what she's seeing now. She asks, "Did Dr. Friedman suggest you leave town?"
"No. I just panicked. I had to get away, and I needed to know you were safe. I knew if you were with me, you'd be a target. Dr. Friedman wants me to come back and deal with this, deal with you." He looks at her. "I'm sure you figured out that I've been communicating with her by disposable cell phone."
She admits, "Yes." She keeps silent until finally she adds tentatively, "Logan, do you think you could stand to hold me in your arms? I've missed sleeping with you, so much. I...I need you to hold me."
Logan's heart breaks to hear her beg for his embrace; he remembers accusing her of never needing him, and he knows how hard it is for her to admit her vulnerabilities. He's helpless to deny her this small request, and he reaches for her and folds her into his arms.
Veronica suppresses a sigh of pleasure, worrying that she is pressuring him too much and will lose this small bit of progress.
When Logan feels her relax against him, he is surprised to feel his body suffuse with warmth and calmness, feelings unfamiliar in their long absence. He pulls her tightly against him and allows himself a small measure of hope.
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VERONICA MARS
10:00PM SHO ch: 340 60min 2009 TV-MA
The Headmistress and the Cunning Linguist
Makeup sex, like whoa.
Veronica: Kristen Bell. Logan: Jason Dohring.
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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: "THE HEADMISTRESS AND THE CUNNING LINGUIST"
Wed. 2/25/09 morning: South Padre Island, Texas
The next morning, Logan begins to dream.
He is in the pool at the old Echolls house, lying on an air mattress, soaking up the late afternoon sun. He has a momentary thought that this isn't right, there's no pool anymore, but he shrugs and smiles, enjoying the sun's warmth, not caring about anything today. The water laps at him, lulling him, buffeting him gently. A shadow crosses him, blocking out the sun; he opens his eyes to see his mom. "Logan, be careful you don't get too much sun. Steaks for dinner, okay?" Logan remembers, asshole Aaron is out of town, and Trina is...oh who cares where Trina is. He recloses his eyes and stretches out his arms into the soothing water.
Veronica gradually wakens from a deep sleep. Logan's arms still encircle her, and she realizes that he has a morning erection pressing firmly against her thigh. Stealthily she reaches down to caress him without waking him. He stirs, but does not waken, as she begins to gently stroke him.
The sun beats down on Logan in the pool. The warm water bathes him, massages him. He hears his mom talking on the phone, something trivial, but for some reason, it pleases him, just to hear her voice murmuring about the details of some party or charity event that she's planning today. He wishes his father would do location work more often. He feels a splash of water on his face and the air mattress rocks gently, and he realizes that someone has joined him in the pool.
Veronica moves down in the bed, ever so slowly, trying not to wake him. She watches his breathing and slides down, continuing her soft strokes as she positions herself at his crotch. As she moves her hand on him, she gently takes him in her mouth, not sucking, just caressing him with her lips.
Logan feels the air mattress shift as someone props their head on their arms on the side of it. He opens one eye and squints against the bright sun. 'Veronica? What are you doing here?' She just smiles and reaches to caress his abdomen, slipping her hand into his swim trunks. She begins to touch him gently. She says impishly, 'I want to kiss you...there,' and he jerks against her hand, splashing her as the air mattress rocks in the water. She laughs and pulls him off the mattress into the pool. He reaches for her and pulls her underwater with him and kisses her...kisses her...kisses her... He feels her mouth on him, not a dream, not a dream, god, I'm in her mouth...he opens his eyes and watches her, watches himself disappearing and reappearing as the sensations build. He jerks involuntarily as her tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot, and he groans, saying "God, Veronica..."
She looks up at him, and he brushes her hair back so he can see her face. She rests a minute, looking up at him, then pushes him onto his back and kneels between his legs. Again she bends her mouth to him to suck him with more intensity, and she circles her fingers around him to gently pump him. He grabs the sheets and pushes against the bed with his feet, trying to control himself, trying to extend this feeling. He groans, "I'm going to come, Veronica, I'm coming..." and he reaches for her, to pull her up to his face, but she ignores him, taking him as deeply as she can, loving him, all of him. His cock brushes against the back of her mouth again and again, swelling against the tightness of her lips and fist clasped around him, and Logan loses control, spasming, shuddering; still she holds onto him, swallowing his cum, still sucking gently. He shivers with the exquisitely intense sensation and huffs a quiet moan of pleasure, his whole body a tightly wound spring of ecstacy finding its inevitable release.
Finally she relinquishes his cock from her mouth; Logan exhales a small gasp and grabs her, dragging her up his body. He traps her against him with his arms and looks at her face, searching for answers.
"Logan, please, we're in this together. I want to work on us, together," she finally says. "Please don't push me away anymore. I can't live without you. Let me love you."
He grabs the back of her head with his hand and pulls her to his lips, tasting her and himself, kissing her as intensely as he ever has.
She pulls away and says fiercely, "Don't you ever leave me again. Promise me."
"Oh, this is blackmail," he replies lightly, tangling his fingers in her hair.
"Promise me!" she repeats vehemently. "I don't care how angry you are with me. I don't care if you think you're protecting me. I don't want you to run away from me ever again. We protect each other."
He meets her glare and finally acquiesces, "We protect each other."
Wed. 2/25/09 morning: South Padre Island, Texas
A short time later, Veronica has rolled off Logan and is snuggled into his side. He strokes her arm, luxuriating in the softness of her skin. Logan asks, "So...how did you find me?"
"Weevil and I found the beauty parlor where you had your hair dyed. They were still talking about what a crime it was to destroy your natural good looks."
"Oops," he says wryly.
"Then we showed a picture around and found the guy who made your ID and the used car lot where you got the car."
"But it shouldn't have mattered. I abandoned the car and got a new ID."
"I found the car. It was used by some kids who went joy riding." At Logan's expression of horror, she continues hastily, "They weren't hurt. And the authorities didn't seem to know who the car was actually registered to. Don't worry. So that put you in Phoenix at some point. Which is also where you got the cell phones."
"And how did you get that information, Miss Snoop?" Logan says, trying to hide his admiration for her ingenuity.
"When I talked to Friedman about you, she inadvertently looked at her desk drawer, and I knew there was something there about you. Then I broke into her office, found the phone, and got the serial number off it so I could trace where you bought it."
"Ah, so she's the weakest link."
"She seems pretty great actually," Veronica muses. "She likes you, for some reason."
Logan tickles her, and she flinches while continuing, "Mac and Dick checked your academic record online. Dick told her that you were enjoying your classes, and Mac managed to crack your password at UCLA: Sugarpuss71006, the date of the first time we made love, on Catalina Island."
He looks at her remembering the sweetness and hope of their first time; he brushes the back of his fingers across her cheek in a gentle caress.
She continues, "So we realized you had some submitted some coursework."
"Again, Friedman's fault. She arranged for extensions with my professors and convinced me to try to do some schoolwork from here."
"Well, I'm glad she did. Mac was able to get copies of your emails off the university server, and the internet headers told us you sent the assignments from internet cafés in Texas. Austin and San Antonio, to be exact. Now it was actually sort of dumb to use two different cities; if you had used one, I would have concentrated on that city." Logan pinches her lightly, frowning. "Ow! Since you used two different cybercafés in two cities, I decided you weren't in either city. I drew a circle around the two cities, then I went to see Dick and Enbom. I was pretty sure you were somewhere by the water, and Dick agreed you wouldn't be inland. Actually, what he said was, 'The dude's cactus-juiced, but he'll totally be jonesin' for a pounder.' Then Enbom said he told you about going to South Padre Island for Spring Break one year; he said it was lame compared to Cancún or Montego Bay. But I thought South Padre Island in the off-season sounded perfect for a man trying to lie low and avoid the media. So I hired someone to check here, and they found you."
Logan rolls them over so that he is lying on top of Veronica. "I can't escape you, can I?" he says intensely.
"No...and I wish you hadn't tried. You scared me, Logan," and pissed me off, but we won't go there, she thinks. Aloud, she continues, "Why did you really run away from me?"
He closes his eyes, refusing to look at her.
"Logan, please. Tell me; we won't be okay if we don't talk about it," she begs him, caressing his face.
Finally he opens his eyes and says, "I've never been able to live up to your expectations. I told myself I was running away to protect you...but I think I left because I was sure you were going to tell me I blew it again. I...I couldn't stand to wait around while you decided whether I was...the bastard who caused Hannah's death. The media was telling you that, day and night."
"You didn't cause her death. Logan, I told you about the school. Her father is the one who caused her death by sending her there. And I told you, I don't think the Slasher killed her. Something else is going on here." She looks up at him and strokes his face. "Please believe me. I love you, Logan. It's my fault that I always pushed you until you failed me. I know...I know you're not perfect but neither am I," she says, kissing him. "Do you believe me, that I love you and want to be with you?"
He finally nods, and she kisses him again. "I've missed you so," she whispers. She parts his lips with her tongue, tasting him, reacquainting herself; she presses herself against him, feeling the growing stiffness of his cock against her belly.
He's fraught with uncertainty; his body is responding to her proximity, but he is frightened and nervous. Veronica senses his fear, and she touches his face, fussing at the unfamiliar beard and mustache and saying quietly, "Let me love you; just let me be with you." He is aching with the need for her; her early-morning attentions to him have only stirred desires that he's been trying to ignore for too long. Logan kisses her tentatively, then more passionately as she helplessly arches into him. She reaches down to stroke his cock, and he shudders under her touch.
"Such a brazen hussy," he murmurs, trying to stave off his trepidation. His heart pounding, he bends to her, kissing her neck where he knows it drives her crazy. "I always knew you were warm for my form, Veronica Mars." He sucks on her neck; she moans aloud, and he feels it in the core of his being.
"Shut up and make love to me..." she pants. She pulls off her t-shirt and panties and reaches for Logan.
"So bossy..." he replies. He grabs her hands, intertwining his fingers in hers, and kisses down her throat, dragging his tongue between her breasts. Logan watches her face as he moves to her left breast; he flicks her nipple just once with his tongue, and she gasps. "Mmm," he comments, beginning to torment her with his tongue; she writhes underneath him, and he latches on, sucking at her intensely.
"God, what are you doing to me..." she cries.
It's what you do to me, he thinks. "I'm making up for lost time," he says aloud, sucking again, forcing her to once again arch up against him. He lets go of her hand so he can bring his hand down to her pussy. She presses against his fingers eagerly, and suddenly he laughs, a genuine laugh that he thought would never escape his lips again.
Veronica hits him lightly on his back and moans, "Don't laugh at me!"
You don't understand, he thinks, you don't know... He whispers intensely, "I'm not laughing at you; I love you. I love the way you look right now." Logan strokes her nub back and forth, watching and feeling her arousal, thinking, this is heaven; I almost threw this away. He gently nips her nipple as he fucks her with his fingers; she presses her body against him again, and he withdraws, causing her to moan in disappointment. He kisses her lips gently, saying, "I'm not done with you yet", and begins to kiss his way down to her pussy. He's never seen her so excited, yet so relaxed, under him, and he wants to savor it: suck her, lick her, fuck her until they merge together as one. When he reaches her crotch, he urges her legs apart and parts her beautiful folds, admiring and adoring her. Logan bends to her and licks her gently. He exposes her nub and begins to lap at her with a steady soft rhythm, allowing her to anticipate and appreciate his tongue's strokes; she begins to move against him, trying to increase the pressure and speed, but he keeps his pace constant and thrilling, taking his time, letting her build slowly and inexorably.
He holds her firmly in place; she cries out, "Please...Logan, please..." Logan continues his relentless assault on her as she begins to throb and thrash underneath him; when she begins to quiver strongly, he moves down to fuck her with his tongue, soaking up her cum, burying his face in her as she quakes helplessly against him.
When her thrashing begins to slow down, he moves between her legs and positions himself; he thrusts his greedy cock in her, and she gasps at the renewed intensity. He reaches for her breasts, thinking, god I want it to be so good for her; he palms her, rolling her nipples between his fingers trying to make it unbearably, impossibly wonderful for her, trying to bring her to the brink again. He fucks her slowly, over and over, concentrating on making it last, creating a heaven on earth for her too. When he feels himself starting to come, he stops and withdraws, whispering, "Trust me." He reaches down and drags his thumb hard across her clit, consciously slowing his breathing as she watches his face, wondering at the interruption; she caresses his chest, asking breathlessly, "Logan?" "Trust me," he repeats, letting himself calm a little more while he strokes her. Then he suddenly pushes his cock in again, making her exhale loudly.
This time he fucks her fast and hard; she is almost crying as she comes around him, and he lets himself come with her, plunging his full length in as far as possible, feeling her clenching around him. He is shaking along with her, and he kisses her mouth as she convulses and wraps her legs around him, drawing him in, trying to take all of him inside. He holds onto her and vows never to leave her again.
A tear streaks down his cheek, and Veronica feels the wetness against her own cheek. She kisses the tear from his cheek and looks at him. "Logan..." she tries. "What..."
He shakes his head in response and presses his face against her, hugging her to him. She strokes his hair as the tears begin to run down his cheek unchecked; at last he whispers in her ear, "I'm glad you found me."
cactus-juiced: surfer slang for experiencing an injury that leaves one unable to surf
jonesing: slang for having an unfulfilled desire; comes from drug lingo
pounder: surfer slang for a hard-breaking wave
Sugarpuss71006: See my story, "Friction Is Our Friend", for Logan and Veronica's first time, on Catalina Island. Yeah, I'm a self-promoting whore. www•fanfiction•net/s/4079519/1/FrictionIsOurFriend