blueberries for breakfast (and love in the afternoon)
for VMTAP21 polyamory/ot3 + lilly lives!!!! logan/veronica/lilly. established relationship. no plot they’re just in love. AU. title is taken from the song blueberries for breakfast by the mamas and the papas.
Logan shed his wetsuit and hung it out to dry over the banister, making quick work of drying himself off before he stepped into the house, a handful of water droplets still gleaming in his hair..
The suns up now; He liked to surf with it as it rose, coming back home once the sky was a beautiful, promising blue and the air smelt sweet and bright. He padded through the back door as Veronica came through the front, swimming in one of his old sweatshirts with her hair done back in braids.
“How was the stakeout?”
She glanced up at him from under her eyelashes, studying him in a way that made him weak, his belly flooding with heat.
Once she’d gotten him riled up, she smiled, knowingly, and then pouted, “I don’t smell coffee.”
“You really should be going to bed,” he said, because she should, but he turned in the direction of the kitchen anyway to sate her caffeine addiction.
Veronica tucked her legs up in front of her on one of their stools, resting her chin on her knees as she watched him put a pot on. “It was good,” she said, after a minute.
“Hmm?”
“The stakeout.” She smiled at him, big and soft. “It was good.”
“Good,” Logan pressed a kiss on her forehead and brushed his thumb fondly against her cheek.
“Are you making breakfast?” Lilly asked, half-yawning. Like Logan, she had chosen to forgo clothing and he eyed her appreciatively before answering; Veronica out stretching a hand demanding for Lilly to come closer.
“Coffee,” he said, passing Veronica her mug and snagging another one for Lil.
“You should make breakfast too.”
“I made breakfast yesterday,” he half whined.
“You’re our house boy,” Lilly teased, nipping Veronica on the jaw and pressing soft, fluttery kisses against her neck. “You have to make us breakfast every day. Besides, we want to admire the view.”
“You’re also naked. Maybe we want to admire that view.”
Lilly shrugged, settling next to Veronica, the two of them looking up at him with matching mischievous grins and twinkling doe eyes. “I don’t need the attention like you do,” she dismissed and then gave him her very best smile, leaning over the counter to grab him by the chin, pulling him down for a kiss.
“I want french toast! And bacon! And more coffee!” Veronica prompted when she felt they had kissed for quite long enough thank-you-very-much. She stuck her mug up under their faces and wiggled her fingers expectantly.
Logan pointedly gestured to the pot.
“It tastes better when you pour it for me,” Veronica said sweetly, her eyelashes fluttering up a storm.
“Jesus,” Logan groaned, refiling her cup, and rolling his eyes fondly as she savored the first sip. “You’re annoying.”
“Come on, baby,” Lilly took his hand and kissed his palm and each of his fingers. “I can mix, and you can pour.”
“That’s not even how you make french toast.”
“Okay, so you can mix,” She kissed his adam’s apple. “And you can pour,” She kissed right below his belly button. “And you can stop being a giant brat.” She pulled away from him, sitting back down in her stool, and stealing Veronica’s coffee mug for a sip.
“Lilly,” Logan whined and then gave up on forming words to express his feelings, instead flopping his torso down on the kitchen island and burying his face in the crook of his arms, breathing heavily.
“I know, baby,” Lilly soothed as she scratched her fingers over his back mindlessly.
“You know what’ll make you feel better?” Veronica asked after a careful beat. “Making me some fucking breakfast.”
“You’re crabby in the mornings,” Logan grouched, but he pushed off from the counter and grumbled on over to the pantry to please her anyway.
“And you’re beautiful,” the girls intoned solemnly, and then burst out giggling when he flipped them off.
Afterwards, when Veronica was through licking the remnants of syrup and crumbs off all three of their plates, she crawled over into Logan’s lap and brushed a sleepy half-kiss against his lips. “Thank you for making breakfast.”
“Any time.” He kissed her feather-light on the forehead and Veronica snuggled deeper against him, yawning as she gave in to resting her eyes.
Lilly rose neatly and carried the dishes over to the sink. “Hey,” she said after a moment, reappearing behind him and tugging gently on his hair.
“Yeah?”
“I really love you.”
Logan ducked his head and beamed, feeling soft and tender. “I love you too.”
“I know. Put Veronica to bed and then maybe -- if you’re good -- I’ll show you how much I love you.”
She put an extra sway in her step as she walked away, knowing, of course, that he would be watching and Logan huffed out a breath, squirming a little with anticipation.
“Down boy,” Veronica murmured. “You have to carry me to bed first.”
“Yes, your highness,” he said, cradling her to him as he stood, and then laughed as she found enough energy to smack him on the ass for his comment.
“I love you too you know.”
“Yes,” Logan agreed, blinking back the sudden onset of tears from how wonderful it felt to hear her say it, knowing how hard it still was for her to say it, even all these years later. He rested his forehead against hers, basking in her warmth and her existence and that she was there in his arms sporting a tiny smile and doing this day in and out with him and Lilly. “I love you too.”
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