Disclaimer: The characters and concepts of "Veronica Mars" belong to Rob Thomas, The UPN, CW and Warner Bros. Television, etc., etc., etc. No infringement is intended and I make nothing off this story. Just having a bit of fun.
Pairings: Logan/Veronica predominately; may have mentions of Veronica/Duncan and Lilly/Logan, other pairings to be determined.
Rating: Adult to be safe
Summary: Some LoVe vignettes/scenes that may or may not be related to one another. Sometimes, you just get a scene stuck in your head and you have far too much going on to fully develop the idea outside a scene. This series of vignettes solves that problem.
“I’m getting fat,” Veronica pouted, poking at her sides as she stared at her husband across the room from where she was lounging on the bed, her lips tilted petulantly as she stared at her gently rounding stomach with displeasure before flicking a disgruntled moue over at Logan when he chuckled quietly at her obvious fishing.
“You are not fat,” he smiled, sinking on the bed and pressing a soft kiss against her lips as he trailed his fingers over her arms, down to the now obvious swell of life she was complaining about, caressing the warm skin reverently before placing a proud, happy smack of lips against it, smirking when she squirmed under his touch. “You’re pregnant, Sugar puss, you’re supposed to gain weight.
“Whatever, I still feel fat,” she complained, shifting her aching muscles into a much more comfortable position as she propped up the pillows, flopping against them and scooting over to give Logan room to sprawl on the bed next to her, smiling bemusedly when he rested his cheek against her baby bump. “What are you doing?”
“Shhhh…” he hushed seriously, reaching up to place his forefinger against her mouth as he pressed his ear to her belly and furrowed his brow in fierce concentration, whiskey-tinted eyes twinkling in mirth as he raised them to hers and whispered in an awed tone. “I think she’s trying to say something; I can just barely make it out…”
“Oh, really?” Veronica laughed, her voice laced with amusement as she ran her fingers gently through his hair, tangling them in the soft, brown spikes as he stroked her stomach tenderly and humored him by asking just as seriously, cerulean irises filling with laughter at his antics. “What is she saying?”
“Man…i…cott…i… manicotti,” he drawled out as he shut his eyes and poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth thoughtfully, his lips twitching when she snorted and tugged o his hair in mock retribution. Lifting his head, he patted the bump proudly and tossed Veronica wicked grin. “That’s my girl. Yup, she’s definitely yours.”
“Well, I’d hope so,” she smirked, her brow creasing thoughtfully as her eyes widened a touch before narrowing, her lips pursing as she averted her gaze contemplatively as images of being the subject of unorthodox medical experiments flashed through her mind, shrugging delicately as she dropped her eyes back to Logan. Well, anything was possible in Neptune. “I’d be a little confused otherwise.”
“Anything’s possible, Sugar puss,” Logan quipped dryly, his lips tilting mockingly as he unwittingly echoed her thoughts, lifting his hands and spreading them, his fingers unfurling in a dramatic flourish. Sliding her hands over her tummy protectively, she shook her head sadly as he intoned morbidly. “It is Neptune. I’m thoroughly convinced that this town is the nexus of all evil and that some of our former classmates are demons.”
“Yes,” she agreed succinctly, her eyes gleaming with humor and mouth twitching, a snicker bubbling over lips as he tossed a sardonic moue her way when she teased him lightly. “And I married their prince.”
“Are you calling me the spawn of Satan?” he asked in feigned offense, eyes darkening with desire as he stroked his hands over her form soothingly, massaging the aches and tension out of her lower back, his lips chasing a searing path up over her stomach before they sunk against her mouth for a slow, sweet kiss.
“If the hoof fits…” she murmured against his mouth, her eyes closing in bliss and head tipping back to give him better access to her neck when he pulled away to tease the curve of it with hot, open-mouthed kisses, purring when he nipped lightly at her pulse before swirling his tongue over it to soothe the slight sting and scrape of teeth.
“Wait,” he exclaimed and pulled back abruptly, smirking when she frowned at the loss of his mouth as he mused aloud. “Do I get a crown with that? Because I have always wanted one of those sparkly tiara things; I think they’re just so me…” he lofted before trailing off as her comment hit home and his brow pinched as he demanded with feigned annoyance. “Did you just demote me?”
“Ha! I knew it,” Veronica chortled gleefully, folding her arms over her stomach gently, tossing her husband an amused grin when he scowled at her words. “I’ve always known you’ve had aspirations of being a beauty queen. And my bad, King of Jackasses, better?”
“Much,” he asserted, instantly mollified by his regained status as he slid his hands over her lightly, his fingertips ghosting over her breasts as he settled back onto this knees between her thighs and laced his fingers with hers on her belly as he quipped. “And what can I say? You got it, flaunt it. I can’t help that I’m so pretty.”
“Modest too,” she observed, her tone mocking, and nodded gravely.
“Modesty is overrated,” he retorted, flicking her a deprecative smirk.
“As is your sense of self-worth,” she quipped, softening what could be harsh words with a smile and tender glance.
“Please,” he scoffed, splaying a hand over his chest and cocking his head in a preening fashion. “We both know just how fabulous I am…”
“Channeling Lilly already?” she commented dubiously, shaking her head sorrowfully as she compressed her lips and tsked. “You’re losing your touch.”
“That’s not what you were saying last night,” Logan rumbled seductively, his tone low, warm and dangerous as he slowly inched up her body, careful to keep his weight on his hands as he dipped his head and brushed his mouth against hers, humming with pleasure when her lips molded to his, meshing hotly as their tongues tangled lazily.
“Typical,” she breathed, moaning in the back of her throat as he settled his chest half on her, avoiding her baby bump as his fingers feathered over her ribs, over the curve of her breast before tracing over her cheek lovingly as he peppered her mouth with soft kisses. “Go for the obvious sexual innuendo when you paint yourself in the corner.”
“Not my fault that I find my wife irresistible,” he murmured, biting back a groan when her fingers slid over his bared back, teasing corded, rippling muscle and the remaining, silvered scars left over from a past with which they’d finally learned to cope. Leaning his brow against hers, he leveled her with an assessing look before pulling back and nodding knowingly. “It’s the damned head tilt. That thing should be declared a weapon of mass destruction. Leaving trails of helpless, babbling men in your wake.”
“And here I was hoping it was the Echolls charm rubbing off on me,” she lofted airily, breath hitching when Logan’s eyes darkened, flashing at her dangerously when she wriggled, rubbing her body sinuously against his and she shivered when he clamped his hands on her hips, stilling the tormenting rocking as he whispered against her ear darkly. “Oh, I intend to rub on you alright.”
“You do? I don’t know, so far you’ve been all talk, pookie,” she needled, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and curling her fingers into his hair tightly, desperately quelling the breathless moan threatening to spill over her lips when he pressed the hard line of his erection against her and nipped her lobe remonstratively, eliciting a tiny catch in her voice as she taunted mildly. “No?”
“No,” he grunted thickly, scraping his teeth over her collarbone, laving the skin with warm, rough pad of his tongue before sinking lower, placing soft, teasing kisses along the upper curve of her breast, his fingers gliding up under her shirt, impatiently seeking out warm, smooth skin and snorted as she continued to ramble charmingly. “Muffin? Babykins? Cuddle-bear?”
“Hush, woman, you’re distracting me,” he rumbled laughingly, dragging his lips from her flesh when a tiny movement against his side caught his attention and made his face split into a wide grin as he whipped his head down toward her belly. Palming the smooth bump, he chuckled delightedly when the baby kicked again, tipping his eyes to the petite blond happily.
“Oh, ow,” she grumbled, a grimace twisting her lips as she rubbed at her belly absently, her fingers automatically tangling with Logan’s as they hovered over the active spot, a soft smile curving her lips when another little movement fluttered against their joined hands. “I think this one is going to be a soccer player like her mama.”
“She is not,” he refuted hotly, scowling as he pictured a petite girl with flowing blond locks, tiny green shorts and white knee socks running around the field as he, Duncan and several other boys watched with avid interest. “There is no way in hell I’ll allow her in knee socks. I know what they do to boy hormones.”
“Not every boy has your particular fetish, snookems,” she snickered, laughing as his all to obvious thoughts flashed over his features and she ran her free hand over his head affectionately.
“In fact,” he continued indignantly, completely disregarding her comment, his brow furrowing and lips curling into a deeper frown as he stroked her stomach softly. “She’s not leaving the house until she’s thirty.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” she scoffed, snorting in amusement as his lips pursed thoughtfully, obviously trying to conjure a fool-proof way of keeping their daughter locked tight in her room away from hormonal boys. “Between your roguish charm and my single-minded…
“Pigheadedness?” he quipped lightly, eyes sparkling with mischief as he dodged her arcing hand when she reached out to swat him.
“…Determination,” she emphasized passionately, glaring at him heatedly when he snickered and patted her head placatingly. “We’re doomed.”
“That’s it,” he declared, resting his hands on his hips with a frown. “I’m enrolling her in an all-girls school at birth, followed by residence in a convent. There will be no boys.”
“Of course,” she placated, favoring him with wide eyes and quirked lips as she patted his thigh in mock agreement. “You keep telling yourself that, Daddy.”
“Daddy…” he whispered mistily, the word tugging at his heart and gut as he leaned over and pressed his lips to her stomach softly, his breath hitching as a turbulent roil of emotion washed through his body. Closing his eyes, he pressed his cheek against her warm, rounded skin in gratitude, overwhelmed by the sheer joy and love coursing through his veins at the thought of the tiny life they’d created, murmuring in a choked voice. “God.”
“Feeling proud of yourself, Echolls?” she teased softly, her eyes filming with moisture as she watched the emotions flit over his features before they settled into reverence as he placed tiny, butterfly kisses all over her stomach and bit her lip to quell the happy sigh clogging her throat, a sweet rush of tenderness burning through her veins at his actions.
“Yeah,” he chuckled shakily, his eyes glassy as he met her gaze, fierce happiness radiating out of whiskey irises as he leaned over and cupped her jaw delicately, pressing warm, damp lips to hers in a slow sweet kiss. Touching his brow to hers, he swallowed thickly and continued, his voice rough and husky with suppressed emotion. “I never dreamed this would be possible after everything… thank you.”
“For?” she asked softly, cocking her head at him curiously, a bemused smile curving her mouth as she tipped her head slightly, pressing a tender kiss to the fingertips gently tracing over her cheeks and jaw line.
“Making the dreams I’d never realized I wanted, come true,” he replied, his lips curling into a sweet smile as he rolled onto his side and settled next to her, their faces intimately pressed together and love shining in his eyes as he drew his fingers through her hair affectionately.
Veronica beamed, her face lighting up at his words as she carefully turned onto her side, pressing a hand onto the bed and lifting up so that she was staring down into his face and cupped his jaw, feathering her fingertips over his features. Licking her lips, she slid her hand to cup the back of his neck and leaned over, nuzzling his nose with hers before placing a light kiss on his lips.
“I love you,” Logan murmured against her lips, smiling into misty blue eyes, clearly showing all her love and affection as she pulled away, her breath washing over him in ragged, sweet puffs, eliciting a sigh of happiness from him. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he traced his finger over her nose, tapping it softly as he wondered if she’d say the words this time or just show him, as was her typical M.O.
“I know,” she whispered, throat convulsing as she swallowed thickly, visibly struggling with the words she felt with all her heart, but were always hard for her to express and closed her eyes, pressing her lips to his, her confession barely audible as it got lost against warm, pink flesh. “I love you, too.”
Grinning against her lips, he rolled her over and sealed their mouths together, licking her lips lightly and chuckling wholeheartedly when she nipped his bottom lip and lightened the moment by quipping irreverently, “Now give me some sugar, baby.”
“That’s my Sugar puss,” he snorted dryly, shaking his head disparagingly and lofted airily before he claimed her mouth once more. “Always the romantic.”