Title: Mutual
Author: Brendan/brencon
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Veronica, ensemble
Word Count: 1,716
Rating: PG-13, so far.
Summary: What if Logan and Veronica got together before everything went to hell?
Spoilers: Set pre-series, but will include some season one stuff soon.
Warnings: Minor cussing and some smut.
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars belongs to Rob Thomas and the nice people at the CW
Author's Note: Thanks to Nikita for the beta. Italics represent Veronica's thoughts and/or voiceovers. Obviously, I've fudged up the timeline, but not by much.

Dinner with her parents had been uncomfortable, to say the least. The tension was thick in the air and when she asked what the problem was, they both said that it had been a long day and ordered her to go up to her room to start her homework.

Being the meticulous student that she was, Veronica had finished all of the day's work and read the entire act for AP English for tomorrow within the space of an hour. She was just about to watch television when her cell phone chirped. The ring tone was The Blower's Daughter, by Damian Rice, a song that Logan himself had chosen to play whenever he called her cell.

"Hiya honey!" Veronica answered, planting herself on the couch in the living room.

"Hey Ronnie, whatcha doing?"

"Watching TV, why?"

"Wanna come hang out by the pool? Mom and Dad are in LA for the night and I have the place to myself."

Smiling to herself, Veronica got to her feet again and headed to her room, "Anything you want me to bring over?"

"Vodka, Snickerdoodles, a bikini, preferably sexy, and yourself."

"In answer to the vodka, no way, but the others I just happen to have around at home," Veronica smiled, running upstairs to her room.

"See you in ten," Veronica said, opening her wardrobe and pulling out one of the bathing suits she had purchased when she and Yolanda had gone on a spending spree, something more suitable for the brand-new and improved Veronica 1.5.

"Okay, cool. Bye."

"Bye," The line clicked and Veronica heard the dial tone. She threw the phone onto her bed and closed the door before undressing quickly, throwing her suit on and redressing. She grabbed a dry set of clothes and her phone and rushed downstairs to kitchen, grabbing a container of her homemade cookies that were her specialty and rushed out to her Le Baron.

But as she rushed to avoid being late meeting Logan, she didn't hear the house phone in her room ring. Lianne did, but she left it unanswered. The message the caller left was one she'd heard the day before, and it was one she herself had replayed over and over in her head in surround sound at maximum volume.

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Arriving at Logan's a few minutes late, she quickly typed in the unlock code for the secure gates, which began to roll back. She drove up to the main entrance, parked the car and got out.

Heading around the house to the pool, Veronica heard splashing, and figured that Logan had already dived in to do a couple of laps before she got there. She cleared her throat loudly to draw his attention to her and smiled when he waved at her before swimming to the shallow end of the pool and getting out.

As the water glistened down his already well-formed chest, she guessed from all the surfing he had done the summer previously, she felt herself drawing in his whole…package.

Damn!

Logan ran a hand through his wet hair and then flicked some water off his sopping chest.

I repeat – damn!

"Hi," Logan mumbled, giving Veronica an earth-shattering kiss.

When the kiss ended, Veronica took a breath. "Hey," She murmured, before pulling her top over her head, unbuttoning her jeans and forcing them down her legs.

She dumped her clothes, her keys and cell phone (now switched off) onto one of the many deck chairs that surrounded the pool, before kissing Logan again roughly, dragging her tongue over his lips suggestively.

Granting her access, Logan's tongue met hers with glee and they made out passionately for almost fifteen minutes in the October sun.

This time, Logan broke the kiss, needing to have actual oxygen in his lungs.

"Whoa, now that was a kiss!" he smiled, stroking the small of her back. He pulled her tight against him and kissed her cheek. "Nice to see you too, Veronica."

"I know we just saw each other a few hours ago, but you just looked so…hot there, that I couldn't physically stop myself," Veronica blushed, looking down at her feet.

Logan gently took her chin in his hand and raised her head so she would look him in the eyes.

"Don't worry, I liked it."

Smiling, Veronica tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at the shimmering water of the Echolls' pool.

Following her gaze, Logan smiled and put both hands on her shoulders.

"Didn't you come over so we could do something? What was that again?" he said with mock forgetfulness, before smiling down at her once again.

"Yes, swimming. Now, move rich boy, you're blocking the pool!" Veronica snarked, as she waved around Logan and sat on the edge of the pool. She dipped her feet into the cold water, before dangling herself over the edge and dropping herself below the water.

She rose to the top, throwing her soaked hair out of her face. She glanced to where Logan had been before she had submerged herself. Not finding him there, she twirled in the pool, sending ripples cascading against the walls of the deep pool. She saw no sign of him.

A moment before she was beneath the water she felt something gently grasp her foot. Once under, she saw Logan smiling at her. He brought her to his body, she wrapped her legs around his waist and, noticing him looking at her breasts, she twisted her feet and turned him around in the water. She placed her feet on his back and sent him sinking to the bottom of the pool, using the momentum to push herself to fresh air.

When she broke the surface she was laughing heartily. She swam to the shallow end and sat on the steps that rose higher with each step out of the pool, waiting for Logan to rise. She expected him to take it in good form.

She was right. A few seconds later, Logan rose to the top, gasping for air, before breaking out in laughter. He practically raced through the water to get to Veronica, who was laughing even harder now at the sight of his reddened, embarrassed face.

"Think you're funny, huh?" Logan asked, walking right between her legs. His hands found their way to her ass, lifting her down a few steps. Throwing her arms around his neck so as to keep herself level, Veronica felt the warmth from Logan's body as he thrust himself between her legs. Feeling his hardness, Veronica felt her own skin start to hum and vibrate.

"Still think you're funny?" Logan asked, his hands running through Veronica's hair. He lowered his face to hers, leaning his forehead against hers. Looking into her eyes, he teasingly kissed her quickly before drawing away.

Veronica's eyes were closed, expecting another kiss from Logan. He moved to her neck and began to kiss her and suck on her pulse point. His hands moved to her back, to the bikini's clasp. After a few minutes of struggle, he finally opened it.

Moving from her neck, Logan looked into her eyes and saw something that he felt pulsating through himself: desire.

"Is this okay?" Logan asked, not wanting to start something that would frighten her. He already loved her too much to scare her off.

"Yeah, I'm…I'm ready, it's okay," she whispered, pulling his mouth to hers, crashing together in a fit of teeth and tongues and lust.

He gently slipped the straps down her arms and lifted the clothing away. He moved his mouth away, his eyes fixed on her chest.

Blushing slightly, Veronica breathed out and looked away.

So, I have this awesome new attitude, the perfect boyfriend and soon to be BFF and bitching new threads to match all above 'new things', but inside? Inside, I'm still the pink and virginal Veronica Mars and I still get slightly embarrassed at anything in any way connected to sex.

I know what you're thinking, ironic, seeing as whom my perfect boyfriend is, but Logan's been great. He's always gone to a level that's been fine, and that's good, except I kinda think I'm ready for something… more.

"Is this okay?" Logan asked again, breaking Veronica out of her thoughts. He raised her face with his left hand so he could look into her eyes, as his right hand began rising up her chest.

She shuddered at the electricity running through her body as the pace of her breathing quickened. Logan stepped back and, giving her some distance, fished out her bikini top that had fallen to the way ide. Carefully placing it on Veronica's chest, Logan retied it behind her back and kissed her tenderly.

"Wanna dry off for a bit?"

Her mouth feeling too dry, Veronica gulped and nodded her head in reply.

Shivering slightly as she rose from the warmth of the heated pool into the chilled evening, Veronica wondered why Logan had suddenly stopped working his magic but felt too embarrassed to bring the topic up, so she just let him lead her over to her stuff; grabbing a towel, he threw it over to her happily before grabbing one for himself.

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Ten minutes later, the couple had dried off and were lounging together on a sun chair. Veronica was draped across Logan, rising and falling in time to his breathing. She found herself almost dozing off when a loud giggling started to somehow come around the corner of the Echolls home.

"Come on out, lover, it's clear!" The well-known voice of Lilly Kane shouted as the girl in question appeared, skipping quickly.

Not noticing her two least favourite people at that moment lying together, she walked to the pool house and slid the door open.

"Lover," she called out again.

Before Veronica knew what was happening, Logan had lifted her off his body and placed her gently back on the chair. He walked hurriedly to the pool house where Lilly had entered, his fists clenching and unclenching every few minutes.

Following his path, Veronica rushed after her boyfriend and quickly caught up with at the entrance to the building.

Logan had his arms crossed, and was stand-offish and angry as hell, "What the hell are you doing here, Lilly?" he said through clenched teeth.