Title: The Ghost of You
Author: Blondie
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars and the characters associated are NOT my property. I do not own them and no infringement is intended, so please do not sue me. Furthermore, this fic deals with some pretty touchy subjects that not everyone is going to agree with and may or may not have a happy ending and/or character death. So if you cant handle that, please dont read it.
Summary: There were always two things Logan Echolls was sure he wouldnt do; beat his child and cheat. One out of two aint bad.
Rating: PG13 to R
Authors Note: As I said, this may or may not have a happy ending. I cant say right now because Im not sure how its going to play out. Im just writing this organically really. Whatever happens, happens.
He knows this isnt going to end well as he runs his rough hand over her pert breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. He tries not to think about it as her breathy moan fills the small space around them. Making out in the back seat is something that he hasnt done since high school and the thought that someone might see them both disturbs him and turns him on.
She flicks her tongue over the pulse point on his neck and whispers, God, Logan.
Somehow, he doesnt think God has a place in the backseat with them at this particular moment. Shh, he tells her as he slides a hand up her cotton skirt. Quickly, his whispered hush turns into a moan as he discovers that she isnt wearing any panties.
I took them off. Her voice is breathless and hot against his ear. I knew we would end up here.
Does he know youre with me? Logan asks her even as his fingers slide inside of her. Her sharp intake of air is like music to his ears and all she can manage in the way of a response is to shake her head from left to right once before it dips back and rests in the hand hes slid into her hair.
She rocks against his hand and he feels like hes seventeen again, doing this with her for the first time. His lips are suddenly dry and of its own accord, his tongue sweeps across them as he moves his fingers inside of her and rubs small circles against her with his thumb.
He almost cant believe that after all these years, his fingers can still navigate her pleasure points as though theyd never stopped. It is almost as though theyve got a mind and memory all their own. As she unzips his fly, his mind drifts back to the moment he first saw her again.
She had been walking her dog through the park and he'd had his daughter on his shoulders and his wife's hand in his. He couldn't recall either of them faltering in step and they both covered their surprise well, perks of being the son of actors and having a job that required an awfully good poker face he supposed.
As they passed each other, he gave her a smile almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. Though nothing was really imperceptible where she was concerned. She had always been able to read him better than anyone else, even the slight brunette that clutched his hand and smiled up at him.
For weeks afterward, he couldn't get her off his mind and he couldn't figure out for the life of him why they'd acted as though they were strangers. So when she showed up at his office one afternoon several weeks later, it was almost a relief. Her presence in his office was both a blessing and a curse, because even then his fingers were itching to touch her in ways he'd almost forgotten as she slowly walked around his office taking everything in. Hed averted his eyes as she lingered on the picture of his family, until she spoke. I have one too. Shed told him. A family. A husband. Two boys.
Why are you here? Theyd never been a pair to beat around the bush and he figured they shouldnt start now. It was better to be to the point. No matter how uncomfortable the questions and the answers might make them.
Shed moved closer when she told him that she couldnt get him off her mind and when hed told her he felt the same, he noticed how his breath gently blew her hair from her face. They made love on his desk that day, the picture his wife had framed for him digging into his back.
That was two months ago and they had been sneaking around ever since. Making love just about anywhere they could and making excuses to be with each other as frequently as possible. Hed invented business trips and poker games that didnt exist. Errands that didnt need to be done and promises to the guys that they knew nothing about. Shed invented cases and steak-outs at seedy motels, on the off chance that her husband drove by and saw her car parked there.
Oh, he hisses as he buries his head in her shoulder. Im-
She nods furiously as she clutches his hair in one hand and braces herself against the roof of his SUV with the other. Logan, she breathes harshly.
He grunts as she creates a beautiful friction for them that brings him to the edge and pushes him over, hard. Veronica, he is panting now as he groans her name, Oh, God.
If he werent in the grips of a passionate release, he would roll his eyes at himself. He still thinks that God has no place being there. Especially considering the mortal sin hes committing as he spills his seed inside the petite blonde.
All his life, there were two things Logan Echolls was certain that he wouldnt do. He was certain that he would never beat his child or cheat on his wife and family. As the woman he used to call Veronica Mars lovingly wipes the sweat off of his forehead before placing a kiss on his temple, he thinks that one out of two isnt so bad.
Still, he has the nagging feeling that this isnt going to end well. Sooner or later, theyre going to get caught. Hes going to run out of luck and lies and the shit is going to hit the fan. Hes either going to lose her or hes going to lose his family, because while he knows that what hes doing is wrong, he also knows that he cant have his cake and eat it too.
The Feedback.
Author: Blondie
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars and the characters associated are NOT my property. I do not own them and no infringement is intended, so please do not sue me. Furthermore, this fic deals with some pretty touchy subjects that not everyone is going to agree with and may or may not have a happy ending and/or character death. So if you cant handle that, please dont read it.
Summary: There were always two things Logan Echolls was sure he wouldnt do; beat his child and cheat. One out of two aint bad.
Rating: PG13 to R
Authors Note: As I said, this may or may not have a happy ending. I cant say right now because Im not sure how its going to play out. Im just writing this organically really. Whatever happens, happens.
The Ghost of You
Chapter One
Chapter One
He knows this isnt going to end well as he runs his rough hand over her pert breast and gives it a gentle squeeze. He tries not to think about it as her breathy moan fills the small space around them. Making out in the back seat is something that he hasnt done since high school and the thought that someone might see them both disturbs him and turns him on.
She flicks her tongue over the pulse point on his neck and whispers, God, Logan.
Somehow, he doesnt think God has a place in the backseat with them at this particular moment. Shh, he tells her as he slides a hand up her cotton skirt. Quickly, his whispered hush turns into a moan as he discovers that she isnt wearing any panties.
I took them off. Her voice is breathless and hot against his ear. I knew we would end up here.
Does he know youre with me? Logan asks her even as his fingers slide inside of her. Her sharp intake of air is like music to his ears and all she can manage in the way of a response is to shake her head from left to right once before it dips back and rests in the hand hes slid into her hair.
She rocks against his hand and he feels like hes seventeen again, doing this with her for the first time. His lips are suddenly dry and of its own accord, his tongue sweeps across them as he moves his fingers inside of her and rubs small circles against her with his thumb.
He almost cant believe that after all these years, his fingers can still navigate her pleasure points as though theyd never stopped. It is almost as though theyve got a mind and memory all their own. As she unzips his fly, his mind drifts back to the moment he first saw her again.
She had been walking her dog through the park and he'd had his daughter on his shoulders and his wife's hand in his. He couldn't recall either of them faltering in step and they both covered their surprise well, perks of being the son of actors and having a job that required an awfully good poker face he supposed.
As they passed each other, he gave her a smile almost imperceptible to the untrained eye. Though nothing was really imperceptible where she was concerned. She had always been able to read him better than anyone else, even the slight brunette that clutched his hand and smiled up at him.
For weeks afterward, he couldn't get her off his mind and he couldn't figure out for the life of him why they'd acted as though they were strangers. So when she showed up at his office one afternoon several weeks later, it was almost a relief. Her presence in his office was both a blessing and a curse, because even then his fingers were itching to touch her in ways he'd almost forgotten as she slowly walked around his office taking everything in. Hed averted his eyes as she lingered on the picture of his family, until she spoke. I have one too. Shed told him. A family. A husband. Two boys.
Why are you here? Theyd never been a pair to beat around the bush and he figured they shouldnt start now. It was better to be to the point. No matter how uncomfortable the questions and the answers might make them.
Shed moved closer when she told him that she couldnt get him off her mind and when hed told her he felt the same, he noticed how his breath gently blew her hair from her face. They made love on his desk that day, the picture his wife had framed for him digging into his back.
That was two months ago and they had been sneaking around ever since. Making love just about anywhere they could and making excuses to be with each other as frequently as possible. Hed invented business trips and poker games that didnt exist. Errands that didnt need to be done and promises to the guys that they knew nothing about. Shed invented cases and steak-outs at seedy motels, on the off chance that her husband drove by and saw her car parked there.
Oh, he hisses as he buries his head in her shoulder. Im-
She nods furiously as she clutches his hair in one hand and braces herself against the roof of his SUV with the other. Logan, she breathes harshly.
He grunts as she creates a beautiful friction for them that brings him to the edge and pushes him over, hard. Veronica, he is panting now as he groans her name, Oh, God.
If he werent in the grips of a passionate release, he would roll his eyes at himself. He still thinks that God has no place being there. Especially considering the mortal sin hes committing as he spills his seed inside the petite blonde.
All his life, there were two things Logan Echolls was certain that he wouldnt do. He was certain that he would never beat his child or cheat on his wife and family. As the woman he used to call Veronica Mars lovingly wipes the sweat off of his forehead before placing a kiss on his temple, he thinks that one out of two isnt so bad.
Still, he has the nagging feeling that this isnt going to end well. Sooner or later, theyre going to get caught. Hes going to run out of luck and lies and the shit is going to hit the fan. Hes either going to lose her or hes going to lose his family, because while he knows that what hes doing is wrong, he also knows that he cant have his cake and eat it too.
The Feedback.
I can't help it, it's how I write. I'll try for longer parts, I promise.