This is just a tid bit, trying to get more to you marshmallows asap, enjoy!
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The tangled lucent waves of Neptune lapped at Veronica's ankles. She could feel the sun beating on her light skin. The rhythmic lull of rushing whitecaps as she stood in its early shallows. The silhouette of gulls overhead were moving in suspended motion and the acoustic of ecstatic laughter spread out over the water. It'd been the longest time since she'd enjoyed it. For all that it was, she scarcely ever let herself believe it could be anything but corrupt, though there was a beauty there too. Beneath its haughty exterior and she'd only ever found it in the rush of the shore. The very coast she'd run up and down in water wings as an animated youngster. She could still hear her dad's flurried voice, warning her to be wary of beach-goers, and not wander too far from the safety of 'their spot.' Kind of foreboding now in hindsight.
How can the thing I love and the thing I hate, be so much the same?
'Well, don't you look like you just jumped out of a hallmark card?' Logan offered a fleering look at her sudden sprightliness as she trailed her way back to his side.
He was seated on the deck in a beach chair, sipping a beer, dressed in dark sunglasses and offered her an elusive grin.
'And you,' She observed his current position, reclined, shirtless and reading the newspaper, 'How's life treating you, Malibu Ken?'
It could be Sports Illustrated instead, she shrugged internally.
'Way better than it does others, have you not read the world news?' He peered at her over his sunglasses in mock-disappointment.
She fell into the chair beside his, 'The weather's great today,'
'Great enough for you to forget where you are for a couple hours?' He rested the paper in his lap.
'Is that a leading question?' She mused, pursing her lips a little.
'Depends on where exactly it'll lead,' He reached out and traced his hand along her cheek, drawing her hair back behind her ear, she shivered as he kissed down her jawline. Hastening she kissed him back, her legs falling carelessly over his, his hands glided over the valleys in her back. She could feel the familiar corners of his mouth rising in a sticky boastful, triumphant grin.
The boy can get so cocky.
She withdrew her lips abruptly, got up and laid herself back out contentedly in her chair.
'What was that?' He gaped.
'I like to call it leverage,' She delivered it with a bat of her eyelashes.
'What ever happened to make you so cruel, Veronica Mars?'