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Let's Get Stupid, Let's Get Wicked - drollicaeipathy
Title: Let’s Get Stupid. Let’s Get Wicked.
Author: drollicaeipathy
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: 3,050
Summary: What if the Veronica/Logan split hadn’t been such a clean break? Set the summer after the first season.
Spoilers: All of Season One and Normal is the Watchword
A/N: For the sake of this story – Duncan is a non-entity. Written for the loveathons Heat Wave Challenge. X-posted at veronicamarsfic


She would admit it. She really had thought that things could go back to normal after Lilly’s killer had been caught. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe that it could bring her best friend back from the dead. But she might have thought she would feel better, vindicated. Senior year would be starting soon. This was the last summer before high school was over. And that sounded sappy even in her own head and nothing like the tough as nails Veronica that had discovered Aaron Echolls’ dirty secret.

So now, sitting alone at her desk in her empty apartment, Veronica Mars was seriously considering just sleeping away the rest of the summer. There was a drought, which meant no topping off those mansion-sized swimming pools, driving all of the 09ers she really did not want to see out to the beaches. Also, a heat wave had settled over southern California and with the community pool being reduced to cinders the local 02er population was getting a little restless. And to top it all off there were no decent movies playing in Neptune, no new paperbacks worth buying with her limited funds, and Wallace was practically working double shifts at the Sack-N-Pack so that he could buy himself a car.

Veronica slowly sipped at the icy cold S’kist in her hand while munching on the Doritos she had found stashed above the fridge. Her dad hid his junk food up there so that his daughter wouldn’t devour it before he had a chance. And while Veronica loved her father and was thrilled with his book deal and subsequent signings she was bored and lonely. And Doritos helped. With a sigh she placed her drink back on the desk in front of her and stepped into her bathroom. As she struggled to get her still damp bikini on Veronica thought back to previous summers. Summers filled with excitement, parties and friends. The Kane’s pool, watching Logan surf, Lilly forcing her into her first bikini, trips to Catalina. Even last summer, after Lilly was gone and after everything else that had happened there had been a plan, a mission. Find the truth.

Tying her swimsuit around her neck, Veronica sighed warily. This summer seemed to be endless in it’s pursuit of nothing. She picked up the Doritos and poured herself a pink lemonade before disappearing from the apartment, moving to sit by the pool just beyond her door.

It was surprisingly empty poolside. Veronica figured most people were happily staying in their apartments with their air conditioners and much more important things to do, but that was fine with her. She would rather not have to make nice with any of her neighbors right then.

As Veronica made herself comfortable on the nearest lounge chair she thought about calling Wallace. He had told her to call him at Sack-N-Pack anytime. She shrugged the idea off, twirling the straw in her lemonade and watching the pink liquid make a funnel. She could always call Wallace later, maybe they could go out for ice cream. As the words Butter Pecan popped into her head, Veronica’s stomach growled.

Veronica groaned. She had been awake for nearly and hour and she was already wishing it was an acceptable time to go back to bed.
With a yawn, she dragged herself off the lounger, her thighs sticking to the plastic, and decided that taking a swim might be worthwhile. The pool was desperately in need of another foot of water. Between the heat sucking up all the moisture in the air and the drought regulations, the apartment pool was in rough shape. But, Veronica reminded herself, it was better than nothing.

Floating around on a raft, in a pool filled with warm as piss water, was at least relaxing. Veronica figured she could probably do this for another thirty to forty minutes without wanting to drill a hole into her own head just for the entertainment factor. As her eyes closed and her lips found the straw of her cool drink, her cell phone rang.

The phone was sitting on her lounge chair, which had to be at least fifteen feet away now. And out of the pool. She wondered why she had not brought her cell into the pool with her but almost immediately she shook her head. Veronica, although hot and bored out of her mind had no intention of killing her cell by drowning it. She really did not have the funds for a new one.

Finally with a put-upon sigh she rolled off the hot pink raft, again sticking to the hot plastic beneath her. Veronica waded to the far side of the pool, hoisting herself over the edge and banging her knee in the process. She let go of the wall, falling back into the pool with a wounded yelp but the phone continued to ring.

Once more she attempted to pull herself out of the pool, this time succeeding. When she finally planted her feet on the hot cement surrounding the pool they immediately began to burn, forcing Veronica to hop quickly toward her lounger before practically throwing herself onto it to save her scalding toes. Her knee throbbed from the collision with the rough pool wall. She decided then that she should have just said, ‘screw the phone,’ while she was still in the pool, and stayed right where she was.

Grabbing her cell phone, which was now vibrating and ringing, she noted the unavailable caller ID. With a muttered oath Veronica flipped open the phone and ground out, “What?”

There was no reply. She checked the phone and yes the call had connected and was still connected to the person on the other line. Veronica figured that hell might be like this. Silently cursing herself for even getting out of the pool in the first place she tried again. “Dad?” she asked optimistically.

“Not quite, Sugarpuss,” came the reply. “But if that’s what gets you hot…” he trailed off.

Veronica’s breath, which she did not realize she had been holding, came out in a muttered, “Fuck”.

“Well, alright, if you insist. I’m free all afternoon but be warned, it’s way too hot for cuddling of any kind”. She would have bet money that he was smirking. Logan Echolls was an insufferable jackass. He sighed on his end of the phone, “Did you wake up on the bitchy side of the bed this morning or something?”

“Yes,” she sighed, “But it wasn’t entirely my fault”. She paused, he waited, “I mean the football team was taking up the pleasant side”.

He groaned, she figured from the mixture of the unpleasant mental picture and the guilt that he still harbored for the way he had been acting for the past year or more. Veronica did not particularly care. “Don’t do this,” he told her, “it’s too early in the day”.

“God, Logan,” she wanted to go on but instead she simply rolled her eyes.

“Is your dad home?”

Veronica thought about lying but instead she replied, “No”. She knew what was coming next.

“Can I come over?”

“Logan, do you remember when we decided that this, between us, wasn’t working?”

“You decided. I had no part in that decision. I got dumped and slammed into a wall. So don’t include me in that decision”. He sounded like a petulant child.

Veronica would have liked to strangle him just then, because maybe if he couldn’t breathe he would shut up. “You were there though, weren’t you?” she asked, while twisting a piece of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail.

After a substantial period of silence, he stated, “I was there”. However, before Veronica could reply he added, “But I thought I was picking you up to go out to dinner and maybe back to my place for another round of semi-naked wrestling".

She rolled her eyes skyward. He sounded so pathetic in that moment and she just couldn’t stop her self from saying, “Fifteen minutes”. She suddenly wanted to slap herself but instead settled for hanging up on him. “It’s the heat,” she defended even though no one was around to hear it.

Grumbling, Veronica crossed the searing cement and opened the door into her apartment. The cool, air-conditioned air enveloped her making Veronica wish she could wrap herself in it like a blanket and take it back outside with her. Oppressive heat waves were not her ideal, obviously. They made people do crazy things. Like inviting their oh, too sexy, community pool burning, ex-boyfriend over when their father was out of town. But if the past two times Logan had “stopped by” since their break-up were any indication today was about to get a lot less boring.

Logan knew he and Veronica were not meant to be. At least Veronica told herself that repeatedly as she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. And she was valiantly going to try and keep her knees together this time. It was just that Logan’s passion for life, his intensity made her legs go wobbly and then her knees fell apart, wide apart. She smeared strawberry gloss across her lips before smacking them for emphasis.

It was his timing, Veronica thought as she pulled her hair out of the ponytail it had been in and began to comb out the glossy blonde strands. Logan always managed to call her at her weakest moments. He nodded at all the appropriate times when she was talking to him. He would grin and hold her close after they fucked even as she was telling him that this was the absolute last time. He would agree that they were very wrong for one another and they had to move on. And maybe her heart would soar to the heavens above when he whispered, “I love you,” hotly in her ear as she came but, again, that was probably just the crazy heat talking.

“Stupid heat wave,” Veronica muttered, adjusting her bikini top and checking herself over in the mirror one last time.

Back in the kitchen Veronica waited for Logan to arrive. Opening the fridge she grabbed a couple of sodas and placed them on the island behind her. Figuring that she might as well wait out by the pool, Veronica picked up the drinks once more and tumbled back through the door. The heat hit her full force as she collided with the firm, slightly sweaty, form of Logan. Or Logan’s chest to be more precise, his bare chest. Veronica gulped rather audibly as she slyly glanced downward before making eye contact. She was unsure which frightened, turned her on, the most – Logan, half-naked of the sinful wanting in his deep brown eyes.

Logan was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts; had she not been a private investigator she may not have noticed that these were the exact same shorts he had worn last time he had “stopped by” for a visit. Logan, of course, being the klutz that he is had managed to spilled cherry Kool-Aid all over his lap before he had been in the Mar’s apartment for ten minutes. Veronica knew Logan would not wash his shorts (have them washed) before the stain set so she had very kindly offered to throw them in while he was over. He had stripped right there. His white boxer shorts were some designer or another but Veronica had been far too distracted by his ‘Thank you’ kiss to notice. A kiss that managed to work it’s way from her cheek down her overly sensitive neck.

His tongue found it’s way to Veronica’s clavicle before she could pull herself together enough to speak. “Logan,” she started, meaning to sound stern but sounding breathy instead. Things had progressed and their soon naked bodied had ended up entwined with Logan pushing Veronica deeper into the couch cushions while she moaned, panted, and called to a god she was not even sure she believed in anymore.

Veronica shook her head, trying to draw her thoughts back to the present. Her cheeks burned as she studiously avoided his gaze, “Logan”.

“Veronica,” he replied with a smirk.

She smiled, trying for casual, “Hi”.

“Hi,” he mimicked before placing his palms against her delicate hips.

In a perfect world, Veronica figured, this would be the moment when she pushed Logan away, telling him they had to stop doing this and meaning it. But, this was not a perfect world. It was a boring world languishing through a heat wave. So instead, Veronica popped the button on Logan’s shorts and found herself pressed against the lounge chair she had been previously occupying.

She clutched Logan to her as his hands tangled in her golden hair. He held her close, forcing her mouth to his. As Veronica locked her arms around his neck, her fingers just touching the hair at the nape of his neck, she groaned, lost in ecstasy. When they pulled apart, both gasping for much needed air, they were grinning.

When he kissed her again it was slower, sweeter. Logan’s hands moved from her hair, skimming Veronica’s bare shoulders before tugging on the ties of her bikini. He kissed her jaw, ran his tongue down her neck, pausing for a long moment to lave the sensitive skin of her collarbone. Through the haze of pleasure Veronica wondered if they had an audience, whether they should take this inside. But then her brain began to shut down, all rational thought forgotten.

Her devious little hands worked their way into Logan’s boxers as he pulled her bikini top away to reveal Veronica’s pert breasts. She tried to hold back a moan as Logan’s mouth closed over one nipple but she was unsuccessful. He was smiling against her skin and Veronica would have liked to smack that self-satisfied grin off his face but she allowed herself to be distracted by his fingers gliding up her sweat slicked thighs.

She was panting against Logan’s shoulder by the time his nimble fingers found the edge of her bikini bottoms. Veronica thrust her hips upward, demanding his touch.

“Veronica,” he panted. “Fuck”. He pressed down, further ensconcing himself between her warm thighs.

Veronica was rigid with anticipation, her breathing labored, her eyes fluttering closed when Logan finally allowed his fingers to brush her soft curls. She lifted her hips, soundlessly begging him to continue. She offered herself to him. When he reached her center, sliding his fingers into her wet, swollen flesh, she bit her bottom lip to keep from calling out.

He explored every bit of her, pressing more deeply into her with each movement, forcing the heel of his hand into contact with her clit. As Veronica began to lose control her hips rose up to meet each thrust. Logan’s fingers fell into a steady rhythm before he momentarily paused to flex his fingers within her. When his skilled fingers found that spot, the one that made fireworks go off behind her eyes, Veronica nipped at the flesh of his neck and Logan noticeably shuddered against her. Every muscle in her body tensed beneath him as she felt herself approach orgasm but then he pulled away. He was tugging at her bikini bottoms but Veronica was too lost, too far gone to care. She raised her hips as he pulled, while gnawing at the flesh of her lower lip, trying to keep some sort of control over herself.

He was repositioning himself between her open thighs when Veronica’s eyes fluttered open, he was staring at her, laid out bare before him. She thrust her hips upward once, whining, to draw his attention back to the task at hand.

Veronica barely had time to register the sweet excess of the pleasure Logan was bring her before the world around her was collapsing and withdrawing, the colors blurring. He devoured her, holding her as the orgasm overtook her. Continuing to lave at her, Logan tried to absorb every last shudder from her body, prolonging the moment. He only let up when she groaned, tugged at his hair, and begged for mercy.

Logan caught her eye as he worked his way up her body. He kissed the spot directly above her hipbone, dipped his tongue into her belly button, and finally found her nipple once more. He held onto that connection between them and Veronica never looked away.

With Logan back in the crook of her neck Veronica could feel some of the heat return. She leaned up to whisper huskily in his ear, “Your turn”. Then her soft hands were inside his boxers and he was panting and then her tongue was back in his mouth.

“I’m gonna…” Logan mumbled, trailing off without finishing his thought because at that moment Veronica was slipping out from beneath him and sliding down his over heated skin. Her warm breath caressed him as her tongue flicked over the head of his cock. One hand pumped his shaft as she took the tip into her hot, welcoming mouth.

Logan thrust his hips upward a few times, his hands gripping the edge of the lounger, before exploding into her mouth. Veronica took a moment to swallow before continuing to her ministrations, bringing him back down to Earth.

When she pulled back Veronica was pleased, which she let show on her face. Logan looked up at her in awe, his face still etched with pleasure. Veronica scrunched up her nose, “I think I’m starting to burn”. With no reply from Logan who was still watching her as she sat astride him she went on, “Fair skin,” and shrugged.

“Yeah,” Logan replied finally finding his voice. He looked upward at the sun as if willing it to hide behind a non-existent cloud. He closed one eye and ran a hand through his already mussed hair. Veronica stood and reached out her hand, grasping his. Pleased bewilderment overtook his all too handsome visage.

“We could take this inside,” she commented, trying to keep the hope out of her voice.

Logan smirked, “Lead the way, Mars”.

And yes, Veronica knew that nothing has been resolved, nothing had been worked out, but really, who could get anything done in this heat?