Drabble for Cranky
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crankygrrl wanted future Veronica/Logan. Because she lives to torture me:)
*
Logan Echolls wasn't the last person she expected to see when she opened the door. That would have been Chita Rivera, or one of the Olsen twins, maybe. But he ran a pretty close fourth or fifth.
He lounged against the doorway, the same half-smile, same eyes. He held up a bottle of wine.
"Heard you were in town," he said.
"I live here," Veronica answered, not moving aside to let him in. She hadn't quite made that call.
"If you can make it here…., huh?"
"Yeah."
His eyes swept up and down her body, and she blushed, feeling like a kid again, feeling like a girl under his appraisal.
"You've lost your tan."
"Should I bother asking what you want, or is going to be more fun to stand out there and throw quips at me?"
"I could stand inside. The quips would be much better that way."
She pursed her mouth, raised an eyebrow.
Logan straightened up, handed her the wine like a gift. "You know, you missed your cue. You were supposed to ask how I found you."
"And?"
"Your dad told me you were here."
"Now that is a surprise."
Logan nodded. "I told him I'd seen Duncan."
She stepped back, let him into to the tiny apartment.
*
Veronica poured the wine while he sat on the beat-up couch that her roommate had found on the curb, and she tried hard not to think that he didn't look as out of place as he should have. But then, that'd always been one of Logan's gifts – walking into a room like he owned it. Of course, most times, he actually did.
"Heard your business is doing well," she said, an opening salvo.
He turned, gave her the sweeter version of his cat-in-the-cream smile. "Who knew Dick had a head for numbers?" He shrugged. "Once we convinced him we couldn't actually call the company Dick Wax, everything took off from there. He gets to surf, watch pretty girls get their picture taken, and be on TV. I get to do not much. It's good for both of us."
Handing him the glass of wine, Veronica sat on the other end of the couch. There was no other furniture, and she wouldn't sit on the floor. She refused to look up at him.
"So how's law school? Your dad said you're getting some kind of double degree, law and journalism…"
She interrupted him, surprised at the small talk. "You said you'd seen Duncan."
He took a large swallow of the wine. Put it reluctantly on the floor and leaned forward.
"He wants to call you."
She nodded. "Okay."
Logan dropped his head, gave a short bark of laughter. "That's it? Okay?"
"Yeah," Veronica said, and takes a sip of the wine. It was good. Better than anything she'd had before. Probably cost more than the couch. Wait, the couch had been free and she's pretty damned sure the wine will come with a price.
She took another sip. She was at least going to get her money's worth.
"Logan," she licked her mouth, narrowed her eyes, "what do you want?"
He reached out, put his hand on her bare ankle. Heat stole up her body. She wanted to move his hand. Didn't want to touch him to do so.
"Are you still solving the world's problems?" he asked.
" $50 a day plus expenses," she shot back.
"You might be out of my budget," he said. "But you see, I've got this little lost kitten…"
She resisted kicking him in the balls. Karma frowned on kicking.
"Ten minutes in and you couldn't resist a pussy joke," she sighed.
"Some things never change," he agreed.
*
He'd moved to sit on the carpet and she thought, "Yeah, he's always been reckless." She'd seen the bugs that can out of the walls. She wasn't about to give the cockroaches the advantage.
"They had a memorial. The Kanes. 10 years. It's been 10 fucking years. I didn't go."
She's still angry at him, still raw even five years past, but this is… different. This is Lilly. Everything else looked pale and watery in the face of that.
"The fucking local cable station ran an Aaron Echolls movie marathon the same weekend." He laughed. "I watched that instead. The irony was… choice."
"Duncan…" she reminded him, voice cracking, just a little.
"He called me that weekend. Said they were fine. That she liked the beach." Logan laughed, looked over his shoulder. "That he wanted to talk to you."
"What, Duncan couldn't find me?"
Logan's mouth twitched. "Boy's got a little sense. He thought asking Clarence Weideman to look you up might smack of… interfering."
She laughed at that, surprised she could.
"There's no one… left," he said softly. "Who knew Lilly. No one in Neptune. Just Dick and I in our shiny offices."
"So you came out here to share this special moment with me."
Logan grinned at her. "Yeah, something like that."
Finishing her wine, she stared at him for a minute, and then burst out laughing.
"Would you believe I almost missed you?"
"I bet," he said softly, eyes dark, "I can make you remember why you didn't always hate me."
"Is that," her mouth dropped in shock. "Was that a… come on? Are you serious?"
Logan shrugged, turned to sit up on his knees, and reached for her, wrapping his big hand around the back of her neck. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, wanted to punch him in the head.
His face was very close, breath warm on her lips, her cheek.
"Logan," she whispered, "You remember that whole we broke up before I graduated and there was screaming and crying and breaking things."
"What," he breathed against her ear, "is your point?"
"I hate you."
"That's okay," he said. "We can still have sex." And kissed her.
*
He had his shirt off before she'd quite caught up to the kissing groping, we're gonna get naked stage and when she put her hands on his warm skin, when he moaned into her mouth, reality whapped her upside the head.
She shoved him back, which didn't do much good. Her back was wedged up against the couch as she straddled his lap, and all her shove accomplished was to push him a few inches away. But those were crucial inches.
"This is stupid," she said, and when he just grinned and moved back to kiss her, she put her hand on his chest, trying not to enjoy it, trying not to remember how familiar it felt.
"But fun." His hand cupped her ass, pulled her closer, grinding his erection against her sex.
"Fun isn’t the point. Stupid, and maybe insane, is the point."
"That's a point?"
She rolled her eyes, and in spite of herself, in spite of her screaming instincts – not to be mistaken for her screaming hormones which were doing a different sort of cheer – put her hand on his face. He looked older, less careless, eyes shadowed but…clear. He didn't look like a kid anymore.
"Please tell me you didn't fly all the way to New York to seduce me," she said, and outloud it sounds narcissistic, and inside it feels close to the truth. Logan had always had a perverse streak a mile long.
"My cell phone bill's outrageous. It was cheaper to fly."
Veronica grabbed his chin, opened her mouth, then shut it. "Fine," she muttered, and leaned in to kiss him.
*
There was a brief tussle about who'd be on top, but she wasn't taunting the cockroaches, and the floor hadn't been swept in a couple of days, and she still hated him.
She held onto his cock, liking the warmth, the silky feel of it, it's girth and slid it against her sex, slid onto it and breathed hard as he filled her body. He held her breasts as she rocked against him, ran a hand over her breastbone, ran the other down to curve around her hip as she cants and thrusts.
When they were 18, they had sex on the living room carpet and he had rug burns for a month. She remembered tracing them at night, rubbing her thumb against his wounded skin.
She hoped he'd get a splinter from the floor, as he moved his thumb, ran it over her clit and circled, pressed, got it all right, because this part he always got all right. She wouldn't be there to pull out the splinters, dress his wounds. She didn't want that job any more.
He said her name, low and warm, and bucked up his hips. She caught her breath, and then he sat up, awkwardly stumbling to his knees, to his feet while she grappled on, clung like a howler monkey. One arm under her ass, the other around her back, and they were up, and she was yelling, and he was telling her to shut up in the nicest way possible and then her back bounced off the couch and he was inside her again, one leg up on his shoulder and thank god she was flexible because he was twice her size and oh god that was so good, so very, very good and right there and…
She thrust up, came like a train wreck, hard and explosive, keening at him because god, he still knew how to do this right, and when he held her still, slammed in her with short jerky strokes, her whole body vibrating, head banging against the arm rest, she dug her nails into his back in case the whole splinter thing was a no go and climaxed again as he came.
*
They had sex again in the shower, an exercise in spatial negotiations, a tangram of interaction because the shower stall was tiny, and the walls were kind of permanently mildewed, but Logan played the brave soldier, hands against the walls as he thrust into her body, knees bent deeply. She held on to his forearms as he drove into her from behind, thanking god for surfing and strong ass muscles and stronger arms.
She took him to bed, because hating him or not, they'd already had sex twice, and there was probably room in there for a third go-around. She also took him to bed because it had been ten years since Lilly died, and five since he'd given up any semblance of trying to be an adult, and really, maybe she didn't hate him so much any more. She took him to bed because Duncan and his daughter were safe, and Logan never carried cash. He'd never be able to pay her per diem, and she'd take it in trade instead.
"Did I solve your problems?" she whispered as he curled around her back.
"No," he said, and she smiled.
crankygrrl wanted future Veronica/Logan. Because she lives to torture me:)*
Logan Echolls wasn't the last person she expected to see when she opened the door. That would have been Chita Rivera, or one of the Olsen twins, maybe. But he ran a pretty close fourth or fifth.
He lounged against the doorway, the same half-smile, same eyes. He held up a bottle of wine.
"Heard you were in town," he said.
"I live here," Veronica answered, not moving aside to let him in. She hadn't quite made that call.
"If you can make it here…., huh?"
"Yeah."
His eyes swept up and down her body, and she blushed, feeling like a kid again, feeling like a girl under his appraisal.
"You've lost your tan."
"Should I bother asking what you want, or is going to be more fun to stand out there and throw quips at me?"
"I could stand inside. The quips would be much better that way."
She pursed her mouth, raised an eyebrow.
Logan straightened up, handed her the wine like a gift. "You know, you missed your cue. You were supposed to ask how I found you."
"And?"
"Your dad told me you were here."
"Now that is a surprise."
Logan nodded. "I told him I'd seen Duncan."
She stepped back, let him into to the tiny apartment.
*
Veronica poured the wine while he sat on the beat-up couch that her roommate had found on the curb, and she tried hard not to think that he didn't look as out of place as he should have. But then, that'd always been one of Logan's gifts – walking into a room like he owned it. Of course, most times, he actually did.
"Heard your business is doing well," she said, an opening salvo.
He turned, gave her the sweeter version of his cat-in-the-cream smile. "Who knew Dick had a head for numbers?" He shrugged. "Once we convinced him we couldn't actually call the company Dick Wax, everything took off from there. He gets to surf, watch pretty girls get their picture taken, and be on TV. I get to do not much. It's good for both of us."
Handing him the glass of wine, Veronica sat on the other end of the couch. There was no other furniture, and she wouldn't sit on the floor. She refused to look up at him.
"So how's law school? Your dad said you're getting some kind of double degree, law and journalism…"
She interrupted him, surprised at the small talk. "You said you'd seen Duncan."
He took a large swallow of the wine. Put it reluctantly on the floor and leaned forward.
"He wants to call you."
She nodded. "Okay."
Logan dropped his head, gave a short bark of laughter. "That's it? Okay?"
"Yeah," Veronica said, and takes a sip of the wine. It was good. Better than anything she'd had before. Probably cost more than the couch. Wait, the couch had been free and she's pretty damned sure the wine will come with a price.
She took another sip. She was at least going to get her money's worth.
"Logan," she licked her mouth, narrowed her eyes, "what do you want?"
He reached out, put his hand on her bare ankle. Heat stole up her body. She wanted to move his hand. Didn't want to touch him to do so.
"Are you still solving the world's problems?" he asked.
" $50 a day plus expenses," she shot back.
"You might be out of my budget," he said. "But you see, I've got this little lost kitten…"
She resisted kicking him in the balls. Karma frowned on kicking.
"Ten minutes in and you couldn't resist a pussy joke," she sighed.
"Some things never change," he agreed.
*
He'd moved to sit on the carpet and she thought, "Yeah, he's always been reckless." She'd seen the bugs that can out of the walls. She wasn't about to give the cockroaches the advantage.
"They had a memorial. The Kanes. 10 years. It's been 10 fucking years. I didn't go."
She's still angry at him, still raw even five years past, but this is… different. This is Lilly. Everything else looked pale and watery in the face of that.
"The fucking local cable station ran an Aaron Echolls movie marathon the same weekend." He laughed. "I watched that instead. The irony was… choice."
"Duncan…" she reminded him, voice cracking, just a little.
"He called me that weekend. Said they were fine. That she liked the beach." Logan laughed, looked over his shoulder. "That he wanted to talk to you."
"What, Duncan couldn't find me?"
Logan's mouth twitched. "Boy's got a little sense. He thought asking Clarence Weideman to look you up might smack of… interfering."
She laughed at that, surprised she could.
"There's no one… left," he said softly. "Who knew Lilly. No one in Neptune. Just Dick and I in our shiny offices."
"So you came out here to share this special moment with me."
Logan grinned at her. "Yeah, something like that."
Finishing her wine, she stared at him for a minute, and then burst out laughing.
"Would you believe I almost missed you?"
"I bet," he said softly, eyes dark, "I can make you remember why you didn't always hate me."
"Is that," her mouth dropped in shock. "Was that a… come on? Are you serious?"
Logan shrugged, turned to sit up on his knees, and reached for her, wrapping his big hand around the back of her neck. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, wanted to punch him in the head.
His face was very close, breath warm on her lips, her cheek.
"Logan," she whispered, "You remember that whole we broke up before I graduated and there was screaming and crying and breaking things."
"What," he breathed against her ear, "is your point?"
"I hate you."
"That's okay," he said. "We can still have sex." And kissed her.
*
He had his shirt off before she'd quite caught up to the kissing groping, we're gonna get naked stage and when she put her hands on his warm skin, when he moaned into her mouth, reality whapped her upside the head.
She shoved him back, which didn't do much good. Her back was wedged up against the couch as she straddled his lap, and all her shove accomplished was to push him a few inches away. But those were crucial inches.
"This is stupid," she said, and when he just grinned and moved back to kiss her, she put her hand on his chest, trying not to enjoy it, trying not to remember how familiar it felt.
"But fun." His hand cupped her ass, pulled her closer, grinding his erection against her sex.
"Fun isn’t the point. Stupid, and maybe insane, is the point."
"That's a point?"
She rolled her eyes, and in spite of herself, in spite of her screaming instincts – not to be mistaken for her screaming hormones which were doing a different sort of cheer – put her hand on his face. He looked older, less careless, eyes shadowed but…clear. He didn't look like a kid anymore.
"Please tell me you didn't fly all the way to New York to seduce me," she said, and outloud it sounds narcissistic, and inside it feels close to the truth. Logan had always had a perverse streak a mile long.
"My cell phone bill's outrageous. It was cheaper to fly."
Veronica grabbed his chin, opened her mouth, then shut it. "Fine," she muttered, and leaned in to kiss him.
*
There was a brief tussle about who'd be on top, but she wasn't taunting the cockroaches, and the floor hadn't been swept in a couple of days, and she still hated him.
She held onto his cock, liking the warmth, the silky feel of it, it's girth and slid it against her sex, slid onto it and breathed hard as he filled her body. He held her breasts as she rocked against him, ran a hand over her breastbone, ran the other down to curve around her hip as she cants and thrusts.
When they were 18, they had sex on the living room carpet and he had rug burns for a month. She remembered tracing them at night, rubbing her thumb against his wounded skin.
She hoped he'd get a splinter from the floor, as he moved his thumb, ran it over her clit and circled, pressed, got it all right, because this part he always got all right. She wouldn't be there to pull out the splinters, dress his wounds. She didn't want that job any more.
He said her name, low and warm, and bucked up his hips. She caught her breath, and then he sat up, awkwardly stumbling to his knees, to his feet while she grappled on, clung like a howler monkey. One arm under her ass, the other around her back, and they were up, and she was yelling, and he was telling her to shut up in the nicest way possible and then her back bounced off the couch and he was inside her again, one leg up on his shoulder and thank god she was flexible because he was twice her size and oh god that was so good, so very, very good and right there and…
She thrust up, came like a train wreck, hard and explosive, keening at him because god, he still knew how to do this right, and when he held her still, slammed in her with short jerky strokes, her whole body vibrating, head banging against the arm rest, she dug her nails into his back in case the whole splinter thing was a no go and climaxed again as he came.
*
They had sex again in the shower, an exercise in spatial negotiations, a tangram of interaction because the shower stall was tiny, and the walls were kind of permanently mildewed, but Logan played the brave soldier, hands against the walls as he thrust into her body, knees bent deeply. She held on to his forearms as he drove into her from behind, thanking god for surfing and strong ass muscles and stronger arms.
She took him to bed, because hating him or not, they'd already had sex twice, and there was probably room in there for a third go-around. She also took him to bed because it had been ten years since Lilly died, and five since he'd given up any semblance of trying to be an adult, and really, maybe she didn't hate him so much any more. She took him to bed because Duncan and his daughter were safe, and Logan never carried cash. He'd never be able to pay her per diem, and she'd take it in trade instead.
"Did I solve your problems?" she whispered as he curled around her back.
"No," he said, and she smiled.
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Date: 2006-06-19 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-06-19 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-19 09:32 pm (UTC)Nailed that, dude.
"What," he breathed against her ear, "is your point?"
"I hate you."
"That's okay," he said. "We can still have sex." And kissed her.
*giggles*
Bonus points for a word I'd never heard before - tangram.
Seriously, you do the emotional imagery of sex better than anyone.
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Date: 2006-06-19 09:51 pm (UTC)Tangrams are these spatial relations puzzles. You have a shape on a piece of paper and you have to make the tangrams (plastic shapes in strange configurations)come together to create the printed shape.
My step-mother loves them! Mostly they make my head hurt.
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Date: 2006-06-20 03:38 am (UTC)Thea, seriously, this was wonderful and in-character and hot. Yeow. I like the glimpses at backstory, and the ways that all of their history sort of slotted together. And Veronica's dingy New York apartment, and the way Logan doesn't say a word about it. Mmm. Yes.
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Date: 2006-06-20 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-21 07:09 am (UTC)You are the mistress of porn! And voices! And lots of other things! But today all I can point to is porn and voices!
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Date: 2006-06-21 04:23 pm (UTC)And thank you!!!!