A Long Time Ago (pre-series VM fic)

Warming Up, PG, (Veronica, Logan), (1/1)

airawyn — Tue, 10 Jul 2007 20:01:36 GMT

Title: Warming Up
Characters: Veronica, Logan
Word Count: 1200
Summary: Veronica and Logan do a little bonding while the Kanes are distracted. (Pre-series)

The Kanes seemed to have forgotten she was in the room.

Five things Lilly Kane never gave you (and one she kinda did), (Veronica/Lilly), R (1/1)

lillerina — Wed, 11 Apr 2007 12:16:23 GMT

Title: Five things Lilly Kane never gave you (and one she kinda did)
Author: lillerina
Characters: Veronica Mars/Lilly Kane
Word Count: ~1100
Rating: R for language
Warning/Spoilers: Some language, femslash.
Summary: AU Preseries, Veronica's POV in 2nd person.
Author's Notes: Set of 6 linked drabbles, written firstly for the fanfic100 challenge. Link to other fics that I have written for this can be found in my Little Damn Table.

(Five things Lilly Kane never gave you (and one she kinda did))

danniisupernova — Thu, 22 Mar 2007 04:40:39 GMT

Title: White Dresses and Dead People (4/4)
Author: danniisupernova
P/C: Lamb/Veronica, Keith, Sacks, mentions of Weevil
Summary: Veronica's cracking.
Word Count:600
Warnings: Violence, angst, adult subject matter
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Yeah, this isn't my show.

Some velvet morning when I'm straight, I'm gonna open up your gate

danniisupernova — Tue, 13 Mar 2007 04:54:48 GMT

Title: White Dresses and Dead People (3/4)
Author: danniisupernova
Pairing: Lamb/Veronica, mentions of Wallace, Keith, Logan
Summery: Veronica's cracking.
Spoilers: 3x14
Word Count: 500(ish)
Warnings: Sexuality, language, graphic images
Disclaimer: I don't own VM. Are you shocked???

You know it kills me to see such a pretty girl so tired

danniisupernova — Sat, 10 Mar 2007 06:31:31 GMT

Title: White Dresses And Dead People (2/4)
Author: danniisupernova
Pairing/Characters: Veronica/Lamb(not that shippy right now), Mac, Parker, mentions of Meg, Weevil and Parker/Logan
Word Count: about 600
Rating: R
Summary: Veronica is cracking.
Spoilers: 1x21, 3x14
Warnings: Insanity, graphic content

music's my imaginary friend

White Dresses and Dead People (1/4)

danniisupernova — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 23:08:01 GMT

Title: White Dresses and Dead People (1/4)
Author: danniisupernova
P/C: Lamb/Veronica, mentions of Wallace, Keith and Logan.
Word count: about 700
Rating: R
Spoilers: Pilot, A Trip To the Dentist, Not Pictured, Mars, Bars, Papa's Cabin.
Summary: After everything, Veronica is cracking.

Follow the fake cut

Fic: Olive Branch (Lilly/Logan) PG-13

alpinesun — Mon, 25 Dec 2006 20:19:46 GMT

Title: Olive Branch
Author: Alpinesun
Pairing/Character: Logan/Lilly
Word Count: 1,500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Logan curses.
Summary: Fluffy pre-season Christmas angst. Logan and Lilly like to banter.
Spoilers: 1x01
A/N: I feel oddly proud of this fic. Logan and Lilly arguing is too fun to write. I <3 feedback, of any kind.

I'm blindingly attractive, lover, not blind.

Provenance (Veronica/Logan) PG-13 (5/5)

saestina — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 19:59:56 GMT

Title: Provenance (5/5)
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan
Warnings/Spoilers: Some language, season one
Summary: The coda. Veronica and Logan watch each other, for different reasons.

Veronica watched Logan sometimes. At first, it was just a habit she had yet to break herself of.

Provenance (Veronica, Logan) PG (4/5)

saestina — Sun, 10 Dec 2006 17:39:52 GMT

Title: Provenance (4/5)
Word Count: 2,500
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Summary: More snapshots from the development of Veronica and Logan's relationship pre-series. Elegy and Re-Entry.

Veronica stared at herself in the mirror, lost in her own eyes...

Provenance (Veronica, Logan) PG-13 (3/5)

saestina — Thu, 07 Dec 2006 00:09:48 GMT

Title: Provenance (3/5)
Pairing/Character: Veronica, Logan
Word Count: 6,000
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Some language, no spoilers
Summary: More snapshots. Veronica and Logan study and grieve.
Author's Note: From here on, the story works as a companion piece to Anniversary, though knowledge of one is not at all necessary to read the other.

Part III

Provenance (Veronica, Logan) PG (1&2/5)

saestina — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 12:58:37 GMT

Title: Provenance
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan
Word Count: 5,750
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Summary: Snapshots of the development of Veronica and Logan's relationship, pre-series onward. Comments are held close and treasured!

Part I
Part II

Louie's Introductory Post

louie91 — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 08:19:21 GMT

Well, I thought I'd better introduce myself.

Hey, my name’s Louise. But just call me Louie or whatever you want.

I’ve been into Veronica since it first aired in Australia (yes I’m Australian) which was in December 2005. I only started watching it because it was the school holidays here and there was nothing else on. At the moment on TV it’s only up to halfway through season 2 but I bought the DVD’s n Ebay and this lovely thing called downloading has kept me up to date with season three so it’s all good.

I am definitely a Logan/Veronica shipper. I have no idea why though. It’s just the chemistry and come on, bad boys are so much more interesting.

I’ve been writing for about a year now, maybe a it more. Some of my fics are kinda lame though. I try to keep things realistic but it doesn’t always turn out that was. I love pre-season fics because the show doesn’t really show much of what they did before Lilly’s death so it can be really interesting to see what people think could have happened.

I also really like Buffy (got into that about 2 years ago) House, NCIS, Firefly. The OC really annoys me but I find it compulsively watchable all the same.

Just so you know I’m only 15 (I finish grade 10 on Friday!) So I know I’m a bit younger than most of the people on these sites.

My username is the same one that I use on FF.net and everything else. It’s really boring because I can never think of anything funny or witty or anything. Louie, because it’s my name and 91, the years I was born.

So there you have it. Enjoy.

Shenala's Introductory Post

shoes_with_soul — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 18:50:44 GMT

Hey guys. I just altered the rules in the profile to allow for introduction posts from all the members. I thought it might be a way for us all to get to know each other better. :) I thought I'd do the first one and get the ball rolling.

Anywho....my name is Shenala and I actually just got into Veronica Mars a few months ago (*shame*) when my friend forced the DVDs on me. I'm so glad she did, and I've become ridiculously obsessed with it and spend hours every day reading recaps, essays and fanfics. I'm really impressed with the quality of all VM fic but I found myself drawn to pre-series stuff because really who doesn't love the flashbacks on the show? I didn't really see a community solely for pre-series fic and I thought it might be nice to start one. I don't write fic because I'm way too ADD to actually get something like that finished. lol.

I am kind of a LoVe shipper although I love them apart as much as I love them together. Logan and Veronica probably are my favorite characters but I love all of the other ones as well. In fiction my particular kink is Duncan and Logan friendship fic and/or almost anything focusing on the Echolls clan.

My other favorite things include Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which I also got into this year and am totally obsessed with), How I Met Your Mother (Lilly and Marshall might be my favorite couple ever and the entire show is just hysterical), The O.C. (Which I've been watching since season two and which is getting much better this year. It's only been one episode but I already know I'm going to be a Taylor/Ryan shipper), Harry Potter, Battle Royale (The book, not the movie), fractured fairy tales (such as Ella Enchanted) and It's A Wonderful Life.

As for me personally, I am a senior in high school who is currently in the middle of the soul-crushing task of filling out college applications. I go to an all-girls Catholic school so I'm going coed and non-denominational all the way for college. I am kind of immature and I've got the sense of humor of a twelve year old boy sometimes. :) I'm sorry to say that I'm not very politically active and don't really keep up with current events, however I would consider myself more liberal than conservative.

My journal name is actually more of an inside joke between my friends and me and I actually have only three pairs of shoes I live in (mostly because I hate shopping).

</narcissism>

If you want to friend my personal journal, you're more than welcome. Just tell me and I'll friend you back. Although honestly I don't post all that often (if at all) and most of my old posts are about my personal life, but I do read most of my friends updates.

If you are a fanfiction writer it would be great if you would make a post of your own and talk about what type of fic, characters, and pairings you usually write.

Fic Reccomendations

shoes_with_soul — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 18:17:28 GMT

This is the place to recommend any pre-series fics you have read. Fics recommended here CAN be NC-17 and/or PWP, however other fics are appreciated and encouraged. Make sure to provide a link to the fic you're recommending, that way it's easier for people to find it.

As it states in the rules, please recommend fics by commenting here instead of starting a new post.

Rich Dirt (Logan, Veronica), R (1/1)

shoes_with_soul — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 18:04:31 GMT

Title: Rich Dirt
Author: theohara
Pairing/Character: Logan, Veronica
Word Count: 3164
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Easiest understood if you've seen 1x21.
Summary: An A/U version of Shelley Pomeroy's party.

Logan Echolls is a bastard.

And you hate yourself for not having realized that before, for having thought he was funny, for standing just behind him as he spewed ugly words like razor wire, slicing through anyone that crossed him, you, Lilly, Duncan. The smirking squire to Duncan's white knight, your second-string protector. Words are his weapon of choice, and you'd liked that just fine before you'd felt the bullets in your own flesh. You'd been his laughing accomplice, just another goon in his brute squad, perfectly willing to hate anyone just because Logan did.

That burns, now.

And when you're torturing yourself with that, sometimes you'll admit that you'd thought Logan was sexy. Not like Duncan -- Duncan was solid and handsome and good, Duncan was apple-pie and picket fences and the clean, bright future, Duncan was proper and right.

There's something about watching Logan in action that feels... dirty, in a way that makes sticky, black spirals heat in your stomach. The grace, the easy confidence of his movements, the physicality of him... he doesn't touch what he can caress, doesn't pick up what he can twirl, doesn't walk where he can dance.

You'd mentioned it to Lilly, once, and God, how she'd laughed, head thrown back, like she knew a fabulous, filthy secret that she'd tell you when you were older.

"Oh, Veronica Mars," she'd purred. "There's hope for you yet."

But Lilly is gone and Logan is a bastard and he doesn't let up for a second, your own personal tormenting Fury.

And in a horrible way, you're almost glad.

You need Logan.

Your Dad has packed up the Kane files and your Mom has split and Abel Koontz has been conveniently arrested and all around you, everyone just wants it to be over, wants to sink back into the their lives, pretend everything's normal, stoned and blind on closure.

Duncan's gone with them, glassy-eyed and silent.

But not you. And not Logan.

He's fucked-up and furious and doesn't bother to aim his mouth anymore, picking fights with anyone who'll punch him, drinking anything that burns. You're his target of choice and that's a good thing. Logan keeps you angry, keeps you charged, moving forward.

It would be so easy to sink down with the rest of them. Apologize, move on, have a life, let it go.

Logan won't let you. Every day, every minute, every second, he keeps Lilly on your mind.

You'll prove him wrong, make it hurt, find the truth. You'll be right and he'll be wrong, always and forever, and one day you'll shove it in his face and never thank him for the fuel to get there.

That's closure.

Logan's making you stronger. You've been growing a shell, these last few months... and he's found your weak spots for you, one by one.

When he's done with you, you'll be ready for anything.

You thought maybe you were, tonight; you'd looked through your closet with Lilly's ghost at your side, and for once, you'd taken her fashion advice. You'd strut into Shelley's party like you owned the place, just like Lilly would have, and you'd laugh like Lilly would have laughed, full of filthy secrets and don't-give-a-damn.

But then Duncan'd been kissing that girl, and Logan had seen you see Duncan kissing that girl, and his lips had twisted and he'd dropped you that nasty, knowing little wink, and all the psyched-up, put-on attitude in the world didn't change the fact that you were short and didn't know how to walk in heels, and people had pressed into you from all sides and knocked you off your feet and it hadn't been two minutes before you were claustrophobic and wanted to cry and get away and you can't because you have something to prove, and why is Lilly's ghost always hanging out in your bedroom and never where you need her?

And Logan wouldn't let you have anything. He'd danced over to you and smirked in your face and twirled your plastic cup right out of your hand and cooed that just because your Daddy wasn't sheriff anymore didn't give you license to break the law, and he'd acted all shocked with his hand over his mouth and he'd laughed like breaking glass and nanced off with your drink.

And you'd needed that, because Veronica 2.0 is a snarky badass who can hold her liquor.

In theory, anyway.

You'd gotten a beer instead, and tried to like it, because drinking beer was very New Veronica. And you hoped no one saw you when you poured most of it into Mrs. Pomeroy's yucca bushes.

You'd talked to Meg for a bit, before she left, but now you're bored to the bone and having ridiculously deep thoughts about Logan, pretending to drink your eighth of a warm beer and eavesdropping on conversations so stupid they make your brain ache.

Lilly's dead. This is huge and important and cataclysmic.

But behind you, Carrie Bishop and Susan Knight are talking about a sale at the Banana Republic, and next to you, Sean Freedrik's bragging to Tad Wilson about his father's new Escalade, and on the other side, Caz Truman's doing what is quite possibly the worst impression of Homer Simpson that you've ever heard.

And this is why they hate you. This is what they wanted to get back to, what they despise you for trying to keeping them from. Clearance sales and leather interiors and songs about donuts.

And you're trying to prove something to them, why? They're stupid, they're blind, they're... they're cattle.

You fish your car key out of your bra. You're leaving.

And then, you hear the first interesting thing anyone's said all night.

"Holy fuck," Dick gasps in laughter, leaning against the bar between Sean and Tad. "Logan's wasted."

"Logan's always wasted," Sean sighs in that over-enunciated, prissy little way you'd just love to punch him for.

"Not like this, dude." Dick shakes his head and reaches for another beer. "He's so out of it, man. He's babbling about Lilly and crying like a girl."

And you realize, with a sinking horror, that not every part of you hates Logan Echolls.

"Get Duncan," Tad shrugs.

"Duncan's gone, man, took off like an hour ago. Beav helped me put Logan in a guest room."

No one notices as you slide off your stool and head for the back of the house.

You don't really know what you're doing. Kicking Logan when he's down sounds attractive. Finding out just what he'd say about Lilly when he's too fucked-up to censor himself, even more so. And if a tiny part of you is worried about him, well... you're a better person than he is, and you already knew that.

You still hate Logan Echolls, but you're not prepared for the way you feel when you finally find the right guest room.

Logan isn't human to you anymore. He's black, you're white, and if you can remember a time when you thought of him in three dimensions, you've squashed it -- he's your nemesis now.

And it doesn't matter if he always fed Backup under the table when no one was looking, or passed you notes in American History that made it so hard not to laugh out loud that your ribs ached, or that every time you liked a CD he'd bought, you'd find a burned copy in your backpack the next day.

It doesn't matter that after your Mom forgot to pick you up at school a few times, the Echolls' driver had started arriving precisely twenty minutes late, every single day. Or the time he'd let Lilly put makeup on him and swanned around the poolhouse singing "I Feel Pretty" while Duncan had groaned in horror and you'd laughed in delight. Or the way you'd always split your Skittles, because he hated anything grape-flavored and you really, really loved the orange ones.

It's too hard to hate Logan and remember that stuff.

And you're trying to hate him now, but he's too real. His face is tear-stained and his eyes are red and he's wiping snot on his wrist and he's popping back into three dimensions faster than you can hate him and you never should have come here.

"Veronica," he sighs, and that's all wrong, too.

He calls you "Ronnie" now, because he knows you hate it, and he never just says it. It needs a suffix, like "my nightmare is complete" or "I thought I smelled something" or "but waiter, I ordered two whores".

You should leave. This is... sad. And makes you feel sorry for him, which you can't afford. You lost him and it ached and you cauterized it with hate. There's nothing here for you but a re-opened wound.

"Logan?" you ask, "Are you... okay?"

And God, you hate the sound of your own voice, all sweet and hesitant and old Veronica, but you can't take it back and he's staring at you.

"I don't want to be 'okay'," Logan replies. He's lying on his back, flat out against the bed, staring at the ceiling, boneless. "I refuse to be 'okay'."

You've had a lot of unpleasant epiphanies lately, but realizing that Logan Echolls is quite possibly the only person in the world who understands you may just be the worst.

"I didn't mean in the greater scheme of life," you drawl. "That was more of a do-I-need-to-call-an-ambulance query."

He smiles at the ceiling. "Well, that would be quite the perversion of justice, since I'm pretty sure I stole your roofie."

What in the hell did he just say?

Logan's head lolls back, and he flexes his hands. "Which is quite amusing. Definite Alanis song material."

"So you're not going to remember any of this tomorrow?"

"Nope," he says grandly. "If you've been harboring any secret longings for me, now would be the time to express them."

"In your dreams."

It's lame, but it's the best you can do with the blush creeping up your face.

Please don't let him notice, please don't let him notice...

He raises an eyebrow. He noticed.

"Well," he laughs. "I'd find that so much more interesting if I could move."

"Poor Logan," you chuckle, taking a brave step towards him, a pure-Lilly shrug. "Such rich dirt on me, and you're destined to forget it."

"Pure tragedy," he agrees.

"You could get years of mileage out of that."

He smiles. "Want some free advice? I'm feeling generous."

"Y'know, I really don't?"

"You're never gonna be Lilly, Veronica. You shouldn't try to be. It doesn't work for you. Drop the act."

Good. You hate him all over again.

"It's not an act."

Logan laughs again, and it's a sound you're getting really sick of. "Lilly was cruel. You can dress like her, talk like her, walk like her, Veronica, but that's the part you'll never be. Do you have any idea what Lilly would have done to me, if she'd found me like this?"

He's right, and you know he's right, and you hate him for being right, because Lilly isn't completely human anymore, any more than Logan is. You've scrubbed off her rough edges and polished her up, and he's caught you doing it.

And that makes you the one who betrayed her.

So you say "What would Lilly have done?" like you want to know, but you don't.

"If she was feeling generous? Standard prank. If she wasn't..." he grins fondly, "probably fucked me within an inch of my life, left me here, and screamed at me the next day for cheating on her."

"No, she wouldn't."

"Would and did." He twirls his finger at the ceiling. "Party, Luke's house, too many keg stands. She let me think she was mad at me for a week."

He props himself up on his elbows, grins at you. "She censored herself for you, y'know. Knew there was a limit to how much little Veronica could stand to be shocked. All kinds of naughty little details never made it to your tender ears. It's why your little vendetta in the name of Saint Lilly is so fucking funny."

You've heard of people "seeing red" before, but you never realized it was literal. "And how about you? What you're doing?"

He flops back down. "I am killing myself slowly in fitting tribute."

"You think she'd want this? You being a bastard to me?"

"That, she wouldn't like. She'd want me to seduce you. But she can't always get what she wants." He grins. "And before you contradict me on that one, too, she talked about it all... the... time."

Something in your brain has just snapped. You think you felt it break loose. You're gaping at him, and you probably look stupid, but there's nothing you can do about that at the moment.

"Miss Lillian," Logan drawls, "was of the opinion that you, young lady, were terminally repressed. And she believed that one day, you would burst forth into bloom, shed your adorable cotton-print sundresses and flame with the fire of a thousand suns."

You're not going to cry. You're not.

"So what... she thought a ride on you would be sexual Miracle-Gro?"

Logan doesn't just laugh... he explodes in laughter, real laughter, the kind you haven't heard out of him in forever, the kind that's actually kind of nice.

But you still hate him.

And he still hates you, which is why it's so shocking when the next words out of his mouth are "Kiss me."

And when you just stare at him like he's grown a second head, he gives you a teasing grin that's so much the old Logan that you don't believe in anymore that you wonder where in the hell you are.

"C'mon," he teases. "Lilly wants you to. And hey, I'm not gonna remember this, so I can't judge you for being terrible."

"Lamest use of reverse psychology, ever. Award-winning."

But the horrible thing is, now you kind of want to kiss him. Not because you like him, because you don't, but because you want to stun and awe him with your amazing technique, leave him gasping and horny and flounce out laughing at him. Because for all he thinks you don't know Lilly, there's a hell of a lot he doesn't know about you.

He's lying on the bed making clucking chicken noises and giggling. Immature asshole.

"If I kiss you, will you shut up?"

"Hey, I'm not the one from the trailer park. I don't talk with my mouth full."

Fucking. Bastard.

So you stalk over to the bed, and you drop down on it, and you straddle him and you hope like hell you locked the door because if anyone sees you like this, your life at school will be an even bigger living hell.

And you glare at him. "You just gonna lie there?"

"I'm incapacitated," he reminds you gleefully.

So you kiss him, and it's weird for about a second and a half, and then you realize that this was A Very Bad Idea.

Logan Echolls is a psychotic jackass, an immature bastard...

... and an amazing kisser.

He's not letting you kiss him angry, and after a moment, you stop trying... you're learning too much, concepts snapping into your head, sudden understandings of books you've read and conversations you've overheard and things you thought people were making up because they sounded good.

He's kissing your brain away, and that's never happened... you're a creature of the mind, always thinking, planning, evaluating your technique, deciding what to do next.

And you can't, you just can't, you're losing it, all your intentions of proving him wrong and showing him up dissolving as you can't do anything but react to him, and your next-to-last coherent thought is incapacitated my ass because he's moving just fine, his hands in your hair and his thumbs stroking down your temples.

And your last one is, you think you know why Lilly laughed like that.

Because he doesn't touch when he can glide, feather-light, with blazing palms and nimble fingers, and he doesn't kiss when he can... oh, you don't even have words for what he's doing with his teeth, his tongue, against your neck.

And you don't know when he rolled you both over, and you definitely don't know when both your legs curled around his, or when your dress ended up around your waist, or when your hands ended up in his hair, or when he started grinding his hips against yours and when you started rising to meet each thrust, and somewhere, deep beneath the red and surging thing that's occupying your entire brain at the moment, you realize that, were it not for three relatively thin layers of fabric, you would be fucking Logan Echolls.

Which is when you freeze, and a second later, his eyes open and he stares at you.

"What is it?" he whispers, all concerned and nice, like he's someone else and not him.

You push at his chest, and he lets you go, rolling off and propping himself up on an elbow. You rise from the bed, straighten your dress, straighten your hair. Procrastinating, really.

And the longer you don't talk, the more the nice look on his face falls off, something harder and meaner and more recently familiar rising to replace it.

"You're drugged," you offer, although you don't owe him anything. "This is... wrong."

"How noble of you."

You thought he'd found every weak place in your armor. But you'd never, never expected this one.

"Oh, come on, Logan," you say with every ounce of sarcasm you can muster. "You don't want to deflower your arch-nemesis when you can't savor the victory the next day."

He looks surprised, for a moment; maybe it's because you just admitted that you'd been on the verge of letting him deflower you, or maybe he's just never heard your new relationship formalized before. Then again, maybe he's just surprised you're still a virgin; you didn't think he'd actually needed to believe the rumors to spread them.

And then he smiles, and it's not the nice one. "Don't sweat it, Ronnie. I found out what I wanted to know."

Did your face just fall? God, you hope it didn't. You try a casual smile. "Oh, yeah? What was that?"

His smile spreads. "When you pour Miracle-Gro on a dead plant, nothing happens."

You blink. Try to breathe. "I'm going to destroy you, you know."

And he sighs in contentment, falling back onto the bed. "I was counting on it."

Fic: Movie Night (Logan/Veronica) T

louie91 — Tue, 28 Nov 2006 06:54:40 GMT

Title: Movie Night
Author: Louie91
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica, Lilly, Duncan
Rating: T
Word Count: 1199
Disclaimer: Not mine, obviously.
Summary: They were 14, she was 15.
Spoilers: None because this is pre-season.
A/N: This is the longest one-shot I think I’ve ever written. It’s also the first slightly sexual one I’ve written. The idea just came to me then and it’s one o’clock and it’s not beta’d so don’t shoot me if there are silly mistakes. I’m going to fix it up another day and re-post it.

They were 14, Lilly was 15. Veronica still couldn’t work out what would make Lilly want to hang out with them. She was a year older and she was cool. Veronica wasn’t cool, at least not yet, she could tell Lilly was working on her but right now she wasn’t cool. She was the little tomboy who loved visiting her dad at work and let her mum dictate her style.

Still, Lilly hung out with them; Duncan, Logan and her. One weekend Lilly insisted they have a movie night.
“Maybe my brother will work up the courage to kiss you,” She whispered conspiringly to Veronica the day before. Veronica wasn’t sure if she wanted Duncan to kiss her but Lilly seemed to think she needed the practice. Lilly had her boyfriend David so it was only fair that Veronica had one too.

The Movie night was at Logan’s.
“Celeste will chuck a bitch-fit and watch us all night,” Lilly explained why they couldn’t have it at the Kane place. Logan’s parents conveniently went to bed soon after they arrived at 9:00. They were good at that. Trina stayed up later, probably to piss Logan off, but when her door finally closed at 10:00 Lilly was ready with the games.
“Spin the bottle,” She announced. No rules except Donut and I don’t have to tongue. Veronica wriggled awkwardly as they sat in a circle in the den but she didn’t complain.

Lilly spun first, of course and landed on Logan. Suggestively, she crawled over to him and kissed him fully on the mouth, tongue and all. Veronica blushed bright red. It was Logan’s turn next, he got Duncan. This time Duncan Blushed furiously as Logan placed a strong kiss on his mouth, smirking. Duncan quickly took his turn to spin, it landed on Lilly.

“Me again,” She smiled brightly as if the gods had chosen her specifically for a special task. She lent over and kissed him. She lingered longer than he seemed to mind then spun again. She got Veronica. Veronica bit her lit nervously. Logan smirked at them and Duncan went even redder. Lilly bent over and kissed her, pushing her soft tongue past Veronica’s lips. Veronica just kind of sat there; she’d never kissed someone like that and didn’t really know what to do. Lilly smiled at her as she pulled away.
“I think you need a bit of practice Veronica,” She raised her eyebrows suggestively in Duncan’s direction. He went even redder still.

Veronica took her turn to spin with a shaky hand. It twirled around the circle and came to rest on Logan.
“Come on Ronnie,” He beckoned her over with a finger. She lent over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, scared out of her wits. Lilly groaned, “You can de better than that Veronica.”
“It’s not that hard Ronnie,” Logan assured her, “Come on.” He moved over to her this time and took hold of her arms gently.

Slowly, he brought his lips down to meet her’s. They were warm and soft and slower than Lilly’s. She tried pushing back a little bit and he opened his mouth slightly. Not knowing what else to do she followed suit and before she knew it his tongue was in her mouth. It was like Lilly’s but less demanding, less pushing. She carefully touched her tongue to his and nearly giggled at the sensation. After a few moments Lilly coughed.

“I’m sick of this game,” she announced, “Lets watch a movie.” Veronica quickly pulled away from Logan but his taste lingered in her mouth. They moved up to the couches. Duncan sat down next to Lilly as Logan loaded the movie, leaving Veronica sitting on the adjacent couch by herself. Duncan looked as if he was about to join her but Logan sat down before he could get up.
“The original Starwars trilogy,” Logan announced. It was going to be a long movie.

10 minutes in Veronica noticed that because of the angle of the couch to the TV she was sitting in front of Logan. Despite his lanky frame he was having a hard time seeming over her. She lay back hesitantly, not sure if he would welcome the contact. When he moved slightly to make her more comfortable she relaxed.

By the end of the first movie his arm had snaked around her waist. She hadn’t really noticed when it had happened; she hoped Duncan and Lilly hadn’t either. She did notice however when, as the second movie started, his pinky brushed the small line of exposed skin between the bottom of her tank top and the top of her pajama pants. Another thing she noticed was that as the movie progressed her shirt ever so slowly rode up so his hand was now completely wresting on her flat stomach. His thumb started moving backwards and forwards, caressing her sensitive skin. She wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not. She didn’t stop him, it felt nice.

She was pretty sure it was intentional, when the movie was halfway through, that his hand started to lowly make its way under her shirt. Again, she didn’t stop him. By the time the third movie had started, his hand had come to wrest just under her breasts they’d stopped moving. Veronica just hoped Lilly and Duncan hadn’t noticed. She glanced over at them discretely but they both looked engrossed in the movie.

Veronica wasn’t sure what to do. Logan’s hand hadn’t moved in a good half hour, he just kept stroking her ribs with his fingers. She took a deep breath and made a decision. On top of her shirt, she brought her hand up to Logan’s and rested it there for a moment, then ever so gently picked it up and moved it on top of he closest breast. She heard his sharp intake of breath but other than that he didn’t change. She moved her hand away slowly; unsure of what he would do next.

After just a moment he started moving his hand. She’d always wondered what it would be like to be felt up Lilly talked about it all the time but she was never much good at describing the feelings. Veronica was tingling. That was the only way she could describe it. Logan’s hand squeezed gently and stroked her, his hand glided gently over her nipple before holding it, playing with it, then more stroking.
“I’ve never done this before,” He muttered to her under his breath, he sounded nervous.
“Me neither,” Veronica whispered just as quietly.

She arced up under his touch and he too the opportunity to move slightly. She was now sitting in between his legs. He brought his other hand around her and under her shirt but left it on her stomach. She rested her head on his chest and they just lay like that, it was nice. The movie was over too quickly. He withdrew his hands and she sat up so he could turn the light on.

“Well that was boring,’ Lilly huffed when they were getting ready to be picked up. ‘You didn’t even get to kiss Duncan.” Veronica didn’t say anything.

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