A/N: FYI this chapter has some mature imagery and language so be warned to press the back button if you can't handle it ;) I'm pacing the LoVe, but couldn't resist throwing in a little more Logan.

Think Twice

Logan woke up the same way he had yesterday: hard, aching, and needing to come. Normally this wouldn't panic him, because he was a teenage boy with the usual vim and vigor, but what did bother him was the why. His dreams were of a certain small blonde and her mouth, except she wasn't pretending his dick was her lollipop, instead, they were just talking and he was harder and more desperate than simple conversation should warrant.

"Goddamnit!"

Closing his eyes, he slid one callused hand beneath the light sheet covering his nude body and gripped himself in a tight unyielding clasp, intent on erasing the disturbing dream in a wash of hot lust for another girl. He mentally flipped through his usual images of naughty schoolgirls, real and imagined, until he finally remembered a really hot fantasy about sex behind the bleachers during a football game with a cute blonde sophomore named Hannah, probably the only other virgin beside Meg Manning left at Neptune High.

"But someone could see us." Her small face was embarrassed, eyes fawn brown and innocent.

"That's part of the fun."

"Ohhh…" her protests faded into his mouth as he hugged her closer to him, their lips locked in a searing kiss. The roar of the crowd just added to the excitement of the illicit encounter for him, ratcheting up his arousal until he knew just one thrust into her tight wet cunt would make him come.

He thanked the gods of sex she was wearing a skirt and a thong because of the easy access. It was probably not the best place for a girl to lose her virginity, standing upright against bleachers, but she knew what she signed on for when she approached him with a sly offer.

He hitched her legs around his waist, relishing the feel of her combat boots crowded up against his back as his fingers slipped into liquid soft heaven. Her rolling hips, light breathy moans, pushed him further and faster than he could ever remember going, and he fought with his pants until he was able to press in deep.

"You okay?"

"More, more…" her low begging was such a fucking turn on, he couldn't resist biting her neck and licking her pulse as he thrust in harder and deeper, each swivel of her tiny hips aiding him until he was seated balls deep inside.

"What do you want, baby?"

"For you to move your fucking ass and make me come," a completely different voice responded and Logan's eyes snapped to the blonde's face in his arms, except she wasn't the uncertain Hannah, but Veronica Mars as she'd been dressed at the bonfire party.

"Cat got your tongue?" she purred, "Or is it just me?" Her hands reached for his face and she dragged his mouth down to hers for a fierce kiss filled with teeth and tongue. Logan couldn't resist the lure of her body and continued driving into her, loving the wet hot heat gripping him so intimately.

"I'm gonna come," he warned, his control nearly gone.

"Come in me."

With a curse, Logan came all over his hand and stomach in savage pleasure that emptied him so completely he wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. Unfortunately, it was Monday morning and he had school…where he could see Veronica Mars and make her pay for causing him to dream about her.

Logan's smirk grew as he envisioned the barbs he would toss her way.

Logan's frown was dark as he walked into his fifth period. Veronica Mars hadn't been seen all day by anyone, and she hadn't shown up at lunch or, as he scoped out the class, American History.

Lily was seated in her usual chair, a faintly bored expression on her face. He debated about taking the seat next to her, but curiosity about Veronica's whereabouts plagued him still and he threw caution to the wind.

"Lily."

"Dick."

"Uh, no my darling, I'm Logan, but I can see how you'd be mistaken since you can't possibly keep all the men in your life straight."

He chuckled at the obscene gesture she threw his way. "Sorry, Lil, been there, done that, and have the STD to prove it."

The shock on his ex's face was worth all the aggravation of not finding Veronica Mars at school today.

"Is there a reason why you're bothering me, asshat?"

"Woo, pulling out a new insult, are we? Hmn, I don't think you could've come up with that one, so I suspect it's the guttersnipes you've been hanging with lately."

Lily eyed him with a wicked glint. "Guttersnipes? Doesn't sound like a word Mr. I-Flunked-Freshman-English-Twice would know."

Logan cursed silently because it wasn't his word, but hers. "I believe if you look it up in the dictionary your friend Paco's picture would be right beside it."

"Jealousy isn't a good look on you, Logan."

"You think I'm jealous of that? Please! I'm ten times the man he is."

"Worth, yes. Cajones, not even close."

Gritting his teeth at her less than subtle jab at his manhood, Logan kept his fraying temper in check. If he wanted to know where her new best friend was, he couldn't antagonize her too much more or she'd go nuclear and then he'd never know.

"I see your new hanger-on isn't around. Did you finally get wise and take the trash to the curb?"

Lily snorted and rolled her eyes. "Geesh Logan, I honestly didn't realize what a snobbish prick you were."

"Oh please, you're only friends with her because you know Celeste would absolutely hate her."

A considering expression crossed Lily's face, one he didn't recognize. In the years they'd been friends, lovers, and adversaries, he thought he'd come to know her inside and out, but there was a light in her eyes he'd never seen before.

The moment passed and she sat back into her chair with a shrug. "You wouldn't understand, Logan, and don't try straining your pea-sized brain too much. Veronica is my friend so you might as well get used to it. Besides, she doesn't scare easily so stop trying to run her off."

He took an exaggerated look around the classroom, ignoring the admonishing finger raised by the teacher at the front. "Sure 'bout that? We exchanged words on Saturday and I don't see her here today. "

"She had some business to take care, douchewad, not that it's any of your business."

"Oh, did she need to stock up on kneepads for her afterschool job?"

"She was so right about you."

Logan could barely contain his glee. It was comforting to know she couldn't stop thinking about him any more than he could about her. "How utterly charming and handsome I am?"

"Veronica called you a psychotic jackass."

"That's rich coming from her since she's a fucking ball-busting bitch."

"Mr. Echolls!"

Logan's head snapped up and he glared at Mrs. Wheldon. "Yeah?"

"If you are unable to keep quiet or a civil tongue, I will have to ask you to leave my classroom."

"Whatever, I'm out."

Logan grabbed his bag and stormed out, ignoring the teacher's sputtering about reporting to the Principal's. Once in the hall, he took out his cell and quickly tapped in a quick message.

To Dick: wanna go to K-9?

To Logan: always dude.

To Dick: now? this class blows.

To Logan: C U at yer parking spot.

To Dick: b there in 10

To Logan: K