logan/veronica. season 1 teeny tiny ficlet set around 1.20, “M.A.D.” title taken from prosthetic love by typhoon for secret obvious reasons
Veronica dips her pinky finger into her tinted lip balm, spreading it slow and even across her lips, watching as Logan’s eyes follow her movements, his hands still half up under her shirt.
“See anything you like?” She quips.
“Mmmmm,” Logan draws out the sound, pretending to think, mindlessly tracing at the lace edging of Veronica’s bra. “Nope.”
Veronica smiles quick, tightening her legs around his waist and nipping at the base of his jaw. So much for cooling off...
“Really?” She gently nips all along his jawline, places a featherlight kiss just below his earlobe. “Not one single thing?”
Logan’s grinning as he leans back and swivels his head around to survey the empty bathroom. “Well....I am fond of one thing.”
“And that would be...?”
“This bathroom sink,” he slips one of his hands out from under her shirt and drums his fingertips against the sink counter, right next to where Veronica is perched on it. “It’s got excellent craftsmanship. Very sturdy.”
She places one of her hands next to his to suss the craftsmanship out for herself, and it half of her hand overlaps with his to make it seem like they’re holding hands then, well, that’s just a happy accident.
“This is an excellent sink. We should send the manufacturer’s a thank you letter.”
“Dear child laborers,” Logan begins. He’s intertwined their fingers together completely, and he’s speaking with deliberate closeness to her lips. “Thank you for building this bathroom sink so I can make out with my girlfriend during school.”
He shifts his head just a touch closer so their lips can meet, but Veronica pulls back abruptly.
“Girlfriend?” she repeats, angling her body away from his so she can try to read him better.
“Uh...yeah,” Logan ducks his head down and gnaws at his lip, a faint blush coloring his cheeks and his neck. “I thought, you know, even if we are secretly dating that still means -- I mean -- you know, I’m not, uh, with anyone else.”
Logan takes a beat and pulls a little further away from her. They’re still holding hands, but he won’t meet her eyes and Veronica can feel the tension and embarrassment flooding off of him. “Are you...?”
“No,” Veronica says. She moves her hands slowly, placing them lightly onto the side of Logan’s face, waits for his eyes to lock with hers. She smiles big and wide and giddy. “You’re my only boyfriend.”
