Courtney (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tradegy_solace) wrote,@ 2006-05-01 16:11:00 |
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[mood|
indifferent]
[music| Tool - Forty-Six & Two]
TITLE: Erase
AUTHOR:tradegy_solace
PART: (2/?)
RATING: Hard R for language and sexual situations
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan/Weevil/Lilly
WORD COUNT: 1,014
SPOILERS: 2x20 hasn't occured but otherwise all of season 2
SUMMERY: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
DISCLAIMER: Yeah I don't own it.
Previous part can be found here.(Need You)
PART TWO: DREAM YOU
Logan Echolls was having a hard time getting to sleep.
That wasn't anything out of the ordinary though. Only tonight Logan suspected it was for a different reason that he couldn't sleep. He didn't think that it'd be dreams of a dead Lilly laughing at him. Or Lilly with his dad that were keeping him firmly conscious tonight.
His mind was stuck on Veronica Mars. Funny. She still managed to worm her way into his thoughts despite his best efforts.
He'd rang her because, seriously, who else was he going to call? None of his so-called 09er friends would have understood why he was stuck in a hotel room with Weevil.
So he called Veronica.
Ridiculous really. The more he thought about it the more it became clear he could have just got room service. He was living in a hotel for fuck's sake. He could have. But he didn't. It was a piss poor excuse. Using Weevil to get Veronica to hang out with him again. To talk to him again.
But his obsession with the tiny blonde one wasn't the only thing annoying Logan Echolls tonight. Somehow when he was watching whatever bad movie Veronica had decided they were going to watch, Logan had looked over to where his thigh touched Veronica's, then his eyes drifted to where Weevil's thigh meet Veronica's and slowly up to Weevil's face. And in those dark, dark eyes was a kind of heat that made the temperature of room shoot up twenty degrees.
Logan found himself politely excusing himself to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face. Naughty images of a certain naked blonde between an equally clotheless Weevil and himself danced in his imagination.
That particular fantasy was just resurfacing now and Logan Echolls just couldn't help himself.
Even under torture, Logan would never admit jacking off to the idea of having a threesome with Veronica Mars and Weevil.
*****
Eli Navarro knew his nightly routine like he knew his first tattoo. Brush his teeth on the orders of his Grandmother, check on all the kids make sure they were asleep, change into a worn black shirt that had faded to a murky grey and a pair of black boxer shorts and get into his own bed.
There had only been one dream that Weevil had, had in the past year that he remembered, a reoccurring dream. And tonight it started off exactly the same but it wasn't. Weevil didn't know why he noticed the subtle changes, built in reflex, when you lived life on the wrong side of the tracks it paid to notice things. And he was noticing things in this dream all right. The blonde straddling him was definitely not a curvaceous as Lilly had been. Her hair was far shorter than Lilly's had been. But these small afflictions didn't stop the rush of pleasure that coursed through Weevil when he realized the blonde pounding herself away on his cock was Veronica Mars.
Despite the fact it was slightly disturbing yet oh so incredibly hot to have a naked Veronica pounding away above him, Weevil noticed something else, or more correctly felt something else. The room was some unidentifiable room that he was normally in with Lilly... no... this was Echoll's penthouse... he knew by the over the top yet subtly understated ridiculous décor. He wasn't seriously fucking Veronica Mars in Echoll's room was he? And then, just over Veronica's shoulder, leaning against the wall with a detached interest air of him was Echolls. He smirked when Weevil caught his eye just as Veronica screamed her pleasure and Weevil arched up into her with a final thrust.
And came harder than he could ever remember.
He woke. Sweating and sticky.
*****
Veronica Mars felt a little empty. After her obsession with finding Lilly's killer had been absolved with the discovery of the Aaron Echolls sex tapes, Veronica Mars had no goal that really ever filled that hole that Lilly had left behind.
All she wanted was for life to normal again. To be Veronica Mars who wasn't a junior PI in training, who wasn't the former best friend of the now deceased Lilly Kane, the disgraced former pastel girl.
But what Veronica Mars was only just realizing was that life was never going to be normal again. Nothing was going to fill that hole that Lilly Kane had left behind. Veronica was just never going to be able to forget those things that they had said to her, that they had done to her. Veronica Mars was never going to be pastel again.
She thought that maybe her; Duncan and Logan could be friends again. In the way that it had been when Lilly was still alive. What a pipe dream that was Veronica Mars, face it... the three of you could never be in room together and see each other without seeing Lilly.
Now Duncan was gone, Veronica thought what little itty-bitty inch of hope of normality there was, was now as existent as Lilly Kane.
But then Logan had called yesterday. And no matter how Veronica spun it, he really didn't need to call her.
And she just couldn't quell the warm butterflies-in-her-tummy feeling that he had.
*****
Lilly Kane is beautiful.
Lilly Kane is fabulous.
Lilly Kane is loved by everyone.
Lilly Kane was all these things.
Sometimes... just sometimes... Lilly Kane forgets that she's Lilly Kane. She watches Veronica Mars with a deep but faint longing. Oh God how Lilly wished she was Veronica Mars. Veronica Mars alienated and brave. Veronica Mars with a cute, loyal, funny best friend. Veronica Mars with a doting dad. Veronica Mars with two boys that would do just about anything for her. If she only asked.
If Lilly Kane was Veronica Mars she would have asked. If Lilly Kane was Veronica Mars she would have asked for the world and those two boys probably would have done almost anything to give it to her.
But Lilly Kane wasn't Veronica Mars.
And that was the difference.
[mood|
indifferent][music| Tool - Forty-Six & Two]
TITLE: Erase
AUTHOR:
tradegy_solacePART: (2/?)
RATING: Hard R for language and sexual situations
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan/Weevil/Lilly
WORD COUNT: 1,014
SPOILERS: 2x20 hasn't occured but otherwise all of season 2
SUMMERY: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
DISCLAIMER: Yeah I don't own it.
Previous part can be found here.(Need You)
PART TWO: DREAM YOU
Logan Echolls was having a hard time getting to sleep.
That wasn't anything out of the ordinary though. Only tonight Logan suspected it was for a different reason that he couldn't sleep. He didn't think that it'd be dreams of a dead Lilly laughing at him. Or Lilly with his dad that were keeping him firmly conscious tonight.
His mind was stuck on Veronica Mars. Funny. She still managed to worm her way into his thoughts despite his best efforts.
He'd rang her because, seriously, who else was he going to call? None of his so-called 09er friends would have understood why he was stuck in a hotel room with Weevil.
So he called Veronica.
Ridiculous really. The more he thought about it the more it became clear he could have just got room service. He was living in a hotel for fuck's sake. He could have. But he didn't. It was a piss poor excuse. Using Weevil to get Veronica to hang out with him again. To talk to him again.
But his obsession with the tiny blonde one wasn't the only thing annoying Logan Echolls tonight. Somehow when he was watching whatever bad movie Veronica had decided they were going to watch, Logan had looked over to where his thigh touched Veronica's, then his eyes drifted to where Weevil's thigh meet Veronica's and slowly up to Weevil's face. And in those dark, dark eyes was a kind of heat that made the temperature of room shoot up twenty degrees.
Logan found himself politely excusing himself to go to the bathroom and splash cold water on his face. Naughty images of a certain naked blonde between an equally clotheless Weevil and himself danced in his imagination.
That particular fantasy was just resurfacing now and Logan Echolls just couldn't help himself.
Even under torture, Logan would never admit jacking off to the idea of having a threesome with Veronica Mars and Weevil.
*****
Eli Navarro knew his nightly routine like he knew his first tattoo. Brush his teeth on the orders of his Grandmother, check on all the kids make sure they were asleep, change into a worn black shirt that had faded to a murky grey and a pair of black boxer shorts and get into his own bed.
There had only been one dream that Weevil had, had in the past year that he remembered, a reoccurring dream. And tonight it started off exactly the same but it wasn't. Weevil didn't know why he noticed the subtle changes, built in reflex, when you lived life on the wrong side of the tracks it paid to notice things. And he was noticing things in this dream all right. The blonde straddling him was definitely not a curvaceous as Lilly had been. Her hair was far shorter than Lilly's had been. But these small afflictions didn't stop the rush of pleasure that coursed through Weevil when he realized the blonde pounding herself away on his cock was Veronica Mars.
Despite the fact it was slightly disturbing yet oh so incredibly hot to have a naked Veronica pounding away above him, Weevil noticed something else, or more correctly felt something else. The room was some unidentifiable room that he was normally in with Lilly... no... this was Echoll's penthouse... he knew by the over the top yet subtly understated ridiculous décor. He wasn't seriously fucking Veronica Mars in Echoll's room was he? And then, just over Veronica's shoulder, leaning against the wall with a detached interest air of him was Echolls. He smirked when Weevil caught his eye just as Veronica screamed her pleasure and Weevil arched up into her with a final thrust.
And came harder than he could ever remember.
He woke. Sweating and sticky.
*****
Veronica Mars felt a little empty. After her obsession with finding Lilly's killer had been absolved with the discovery of the Aaron Echolls sex tapes, Veronica Mars had no goal that really ever filled that hole that Lilly had left behind.
All she wanted was for life to normal again. To be Veronica Mars who wasn't a junior PI in training, who wasn't the former best friend of the now deceased Lilly Kane, the disgraced former pastel girl.
But what Veronica Mars was only just realizing was that life was never going to be normal again. Nothing was going to fill that hole that Lilly Kane had left behind. Veronica was just never going to be able to forget those things that they had said to her, that they had done to her. Veronica Mars was never going to be pastel again.
She thought that maybe her; Duncan and Logan could be friends again. In the way that it had been when Lilly was still alive. What a pipe dream that was Veronica Mars, face it... the three of you could never be in room together and see each other without seeing Lilly.
Now Duncan was gone, Veronica thought what little itty-bitty inch of hope of normality there was, was now as existent as Lilly Kane.
But then Logan had called yesterday. And no matter how Veronica spun it, he really didn't need to call her.
And she just couldn't quell the warm butterflies-in-her-tummy feeling that he had.
*****
Lilly Kane is beautiful.
Lilly Kane is fabulous.
Lilly Kane is loved by everyone.
Lilly Kane was all these things.
Sometimes... just sometimes... Lilly Kane forgets that she's Lilly Kane. She watches Veronica Mars with a deep but faint longing. Oh God how Lilly wished she was Veronica Mars. Veronica Mars alienated and brave. Veronica Mars with a cute, loyal, funny best friend. Veronica Mars with a doting dad. Veronica Mars with two boys that would do just about anything for her. If she only asked.
If Lilly Kane was Veronica Mars she would have asked. If Lilly Kane was Veronica Mars she would have asked for the world and those two boys probably would have done almost anything to give it to her.
But Lilly Kane wasn't Veronica Mars.
And that was the difference.
