I Store My Hearts in Mason Jars
Kissing was a means to an end; the opening gunshot for the race with penetrative sex as crossing the finishing line.
Kissing didn't include girls licking at him with a pointed cat tongue until he opened then sucking tender parts of his lips between sharp incisors as a strong slick muscle slid behind the barrier of his dentition, teaching him exactly why the French way was so lauded.
Kissing wasn't meant to be gentle yet fierce, tender yet bold, shy yet sly.
Great, now he's a poet.
All because Veronica fucking Mars decided she couldn't pass up on a dare, straddling his lap like they were old lovers instead of squabbling acquaintances, cupping his face in her two tiny hands as she laid siege to his mouth like he was early Thirteenth Century Eurasia and she was Genghis Khan leading a conquering Mongol Horde across the map.
The whirling madness of his mind spitting out random facts would normally point to disinterest in the normal male, but Logan Echolls prided himself on reacting in abnormal ways.
Case in point: pleasure was pain and pain was pleasure.
Here, with her, it was the same. There was no difference. He was subsumed beneath a tsunami of lust, a tidal wave of desire, drowning beneath her light weight, the pressure of her fingers sliding up his cheeks into the hair at his temples and scritching just the way he liked it as if she had any right to know. To touch.
Her thighs and calves, delicately slender like the stems of a flower, gave way to the bruising grip of his hands as he fought against reacting, showing her how much he wanted. Fucking yearned.
Then it was over as quickly as it started. Minutes, days, eons since she started.
And the bitch wasn't even breathing heavy as she slipped away from him like the fog at dawn's edge.
"Satisfied?"
"That's all you got, Mars? Geesh, it was like kissing my second cousin Eunice."
"Spend a lot of time kissing your cousin Eunice, eh? Explains so much about you."
She leaned across him, balancing one hand on his thigh as she looked at Lilly.
"I see why you ditched him for someone else if he constantly compared you to a relative. Apparently in his family, incest is the best!"
It was a variation of their usual sharp-edged banter, mocking and cutting at one another, but this was crossing the line (ignoring the fact he himself brought it up to begin with) so he reached out to Lilly and grabbed the bottle, ignoring how the shifting of his body unsettled Veronica so she tumbled to the floor of the car.
The satisfaction at her huff of irritation should've soothed him, but something dark filled him when he saw Dick reach down and help her up, pulling her from Logan's side and next to him.
Next to the guy Lilly wanted her to fuck.
Dick wasn't ugly - Logan wasn't blind after all - so there was a possibility she might be attracted to him. After all, she went for Troy Vandegraff, who was a tall (though who wouldn't be next to her pixieish height?) buff sandy-blond guy. Remarkably similar to what Dick looked like. And she never responded to him when he told her Lilly's plans.
Maybe they were in on it together?
No, no, they weren't.
He could tell by the quality of Lilly's brittle silence. His skin crawled beneath the weight of Aaron's purloined jacket, an atavistic reminder of prey-hunt-danger. Logan hadn't survived worse things than a jealous ex-girlfriend to not recognize the patient coiled strike on the cusp of being unleashed.
"Since you accepted and definitively did the Dare, it's your turn to choose."
Was Beaver always this fucking equable? He seemed ignorant of Lilly's mood, a child poking a stick into the seething side of a monster, treating this like it was a game. Maybe it started out that way, but suddenly Lilly was viewing Veronica as less an ant beneath her magnifying glass glare and more of a worthy adversary.
Why was the burning question. Veronica wasn't a threat to Lilly in any way. Logan hadn't even reacted or kissed the smaller blond back during her interminable embrace.
"Truth or Dare, Lils?"
"Shouldn't it be Logan's turn since technically he was sitting next to you, "Ronica? If we're going clockwise."
White-clothed shoulders shrugged in the faint light.
"You looked lonely. Left out. Kind of like the kid picked last for kickball."
"Truth."
Logan was positive the other two boys shivered with him at the frost nearly crackling off the single syllable.
"Do you want to get back together with Logan?"
"I-I-I..."
"It's a simple question, Lilly. You didn't invite anyone else to join us, you obviously engineered me to be Dick's date though I doubt you counted on Beaver's presence, so it points to all signs being obvious."
The car came to a smooth stop, though the privacy screen didn't come down nor did a door open. The Kanes' driver was well aware of his employers' preferences and wouldn't move until called upon. There was no escape or excuse for Lilly not to answer so for once she wasn't in control of the conversational gambits.
"Yes."
It's more an exhale than an answer and Logan waited to feel exhilarated as he was earlier tonight when she dangled the bait of resuming their relationship, but instead all he heard was the thud of his heart beat.
He knew her touch, the clawing of her long nails on his skin, the musky smell of her perfume lightly daubed between her breasts; blindfolded he could map the lines of her body dipping and swaying into the curves so vividly showcased in the near skin-tone dress painted on her voluptuous form. She's smeared her scent across his face and throat, instinctively marking her territory but never letting him do the same.
She was a known entity. Something quantifiable. A summer squall across the water; aggressive and intemperate,yet easily weathered and prepared for.
Logan tucked Lilly beneath his arm, pressing a kiss to the powdered skin at her forehead, and resolutely stared out the window.
"Soooo..." Dick drawled, "Not awkward or anything, but who wants to actually get out of the limo and party like it's 1999?"
"Who wants to play I Never."
"Oh god, what is it with you Neptune people and your school age drinking games?"
"Okay, you come up with a drinking game, oh Wise and Tiny One."
"Your extended silence says you can't think of anything better! I Never it is!"
"You've never went skinny dipping, 'Ronica?"
"Never really had the chance or wanted to."
"I knew you were a prude!"
"Dick, me never fucking on the hood of a five-hundred thousand car, in a fountain, or while skinny dipping in a pool of money, doesn't make me a prude. It makes me normal and not part of some white boy's ghetto-fabulous masturbatory fantasies."
"You're not a prude, Mars. Just boring."
"Compared to you, Mr. I've Fucked While Sky-Diving, you better believe it. How the hell did you get away with that anyway?"
"I'm really dextrous."
"Apparently like a circus freak."
"I never fucked in a Big Top before."
"You have Beav?"
"What? You really thought I was a virgin, Veronica?"
"Well, no, but at a circus? Was it a bearded lady? Please tell me it was the Bearded Lady."
"Seriously, what's your obsession with beards?"
"Hey, hirsute people need love too!"
"I've never fucked a brawny mountain man."
"Details now, Mars!"
"I never reveal my sexual exploits."
"Does it count if I reported what others did?"
"Only if you were involved in some sexual manner."
"Damn, you're a fucking light-weight, Mars."
"Nah uh. I'm just not as ad-d-vent as you guys."
"I can help with that."
"Dick, that's your brother's ear you're whispering creepy things into. Go sleep it off."
People – and teens in particular – tend to live in the moment and trust tomorrow will come regardless of what happens tonight. They wouldn't write so many fucking songs about it if it wasn't a universal hope, an almost genetic quirk as it were of the human condition. Or maybe Logan was just too drunk to really process the overwhelming thoughts trying to swim in the stew of alcohol and lust currently residing in his brain. He lay half-propped on a sand dune with his jacket rolled under his head and his pants pushed down far enough to let his dick spring out.
Lilly's mouth was perfect on him as always, her suction impeccable and tight grasp just this side of painful to prevent him from spilling too soon, yet he was distracted by the small nude female slowly and calmly walking into the lapping waves, the hint of rising sun pinking the horizon.
She was far enough away he couldn't see more than the vague shape of womanly hips, the shadowed cleft of pale buttocks, and longer legs than expected on someone so tiny, but it was the dark ominous figure sketched across her back as if she were the artist's living canvas that taunted him more than the orgasm he was currently being denied. He wanted to touch the harsh black lines scoring her flesh, render the picture complete so he could see the finer details; it was a facet of Veronica Mars he hadn't expected.
She truly was a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma.
The warmth surrounding his dick dissipated and drew his attention back to Lilly. Fortunately she hadn't caught his inattention and merely looked impatient instead of furious.
"So are we gonna do it?"
"Well, when you put it like that how can I refuse?"
The pout wasn't adorable but vaguely disturbing as was the tenor of their conversation.
"I don't have a condom."
"I'm on the pill."
"You also fucked some Vato last weekend so excuse me if I'm not ready to catch whatever disease you might have picked up."
"Like you can talk, Logan! You were in Caitlyn Ford so fast her fake tits bounced."
"At least I know where her vag's has been."
"I hate you."
"Strangely I still want to come in your mouth."
He probably shouldn't have enjoyed watching her storm off quite so much, especially when she stranded him and a very nude Veronica Mars on the beach. Hopefully Dick and Beaver would wake up at some point during the ride home and call him.
On the phone he left in the limo.
Well, fuck.
A/N: I wanted to take the time to extend my thanks and appreciation to all my readers and reviewers who've stuck with me through the trials and tribulations of writing and posting this story. I am very grateful for all of your input and thoughts and can only hope you'll continue to ride this roller coaster with me. For all my guests and anons, I wish I could write responses to your lovely words, but just know it's always a great feeling to see your responses as well.