This is a Veronica Mars fanfic set after S4 that ignores the last five minutes or so. As far as I'm concerned, Rob Thomas and Kristen Bell are both idiots for throwing away what used to be one of the greatest TV shows of all time and one of the most dedicated fan bases.
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We all see some characters on TV claiming to be "getting too old" for whatever fictional role their creator has assigned them. I would always roll my eyes and tell them to schedule an appointment with my balding yet still active father for some tips. Dad is still in the business, but I may yet owe those characters an apology as I begin to question when
I'm
getting too old for this.
Veronica deliberately avoided zooming in with her camera until the moment was right. Even with the finest equipment money could buy, she didn't want to risk a reflective glare of her lens before she was ready.
The job was fairly routine: snag a picture of a supposedly exemplary upper-class member of society meeting a woman many years his junior while officially on a "business trip" that would provide for his family. The only thing that made it interesting was the fact that the adulterous couple worked odd hours, so they were checking into the Camelot Motel in the dead of night instead of morning or evening like most visitors.
Veronica had rented her own room for the stakeout. Logan, who had tagged along as her bodyguard, slept peacefully while she tried to finish her work as silently as possible.
Sure enough, a luxury car pulled up and parked surreptitiously in the corner, the owner apparently hoping it would somehow make him less conspicuous. Out stepped a man in a business suit who looked like a frequent elbow-rubber among Neptune's elite. Opening the door, Veronica saw a woman who immediately made her question the man's intelligence. The red-dressed blonde was a self-obsessed gold-digger if she ever saw one.
With a heavy sigh, Veronica snagged more than enough shots to guarantee the couple's cocky smirks would soon be replaced when their partners served them papers. It wasn't the job that upset her: making sure people got what they deserved was one of the perks of her profession. What made her roll her eyes was how shallow the whole thing was. The man had two kids and a wife who, by all accounts, wanted to please him. His companion was young enough that she had to have at least some surviving family. They'd both decided that a temporary boost to their egos was more important than their loved ones.
Proof of how selfish they and countless others were could be found a few feet behind her. Logan could spend as much money as the man would ever see in his lifetime and barely even notice it. He had the looks to bed any woman he wanted and the sexual skills to make her forget her own middle name, much less her husband's. His status as an 09er meant he could do almost anything he wanted and get away with it. Instead, he chose to be a naval intelligence officer who wouldn't consider sleeping with anyone but his middle-class PI wife if his life depended on it.
Logan was sound asleep, one arm slung over his chest while he rested on his back, waiting for her to join him. Now that she had what she needed, Veronica was also looking forward to calling it a night.
On the other hand, this does happen to be the Camelot Motel. Which, by a strange coincidence, also happens to be where we had our first little two minutes of heaven all those years ago.
Thinking of their first kiss and how a momentary thing had turned into a long-term relationship made Veronica warm-hearted. It also made her horny. She could feel herself getting wet as she replayed the first time Logan's body pressed had against hers. She remembered the heat and the hunger and the desire to rip off their clothes right then and there. Now she had an opportunity to complete their relationship where it began. The irony was just too good to pass up.
Grinning wickedly, Veronica removed her shirt and pants until she was down to nothing but her underwear. The next thing she did was switch on a few carefully selected lights—just enough to illuminate the room without impeding sleep. Moving slowly to avoid disturbing the bed, she crawled forward until she was hovering over his waist.
Logan slept peacefully as she drew back the sheets, exposing her husband's fucking toned abs. The sheer amount of muscle she saw made her lick her lips in anticipation, knowing that such a fine specimen belonged only to her. Her grin faded when she realized the heat she felt made her impatient, and her impatience made trying to get his shorts off without waking him an exercise in frustration. By the time she finally managed to pull them down his legs, she'd been reduced to muttering nothing but a stream of profanities as all thoughts of anything other than satisfying her needs left her. Gripping his cock in her fingers, Veronica slowly licked from the base to the tip.
She got an immediate reaction: a nearly imperceptible groan that told her the pleasure of having his cock stimulated was enough to pierce even the deep sleep he was in. A few more sweeps of her tongue across his rapidly hardening member was enough to rouse him.
"Veronica?" he asked groggily, his eyes squinting as he adjusted thanks to the light. "What are you—"
She silenced her husband by licking the precum from the tip of his cock. The strained look on his face told her he was all too aware they were staying in a cheap motel in the middle of the night.
"What's the matter, lieutenant?" she asked with faux cheerfulness. "Didn't they teach you how to resist torture?"
Logan shut his eyes as she enclosed the soft flesh of his head with her warm, moist mouth before resuming the use of her tongue. "Not like this..."
Veronica smirked. "Well, that sounds like an oversight in your training to me, officer. If you can't resist being tortured by your wife without saying a word, why should you be entrusted with state secrets?"
Logan groaned at the unfair terms but didn't dispute them, which amounted to tacitly accepting them. She could do whatever she wanted and he'd remain her silent captive the entire time.
Hardly equitable, but the raw power she felt was enough to make her panties wet. Doing her best to relax her throat, she pressed down and began swallowing her husband's cock. Logan was as hard as she'd ever felt him, and she continued taking his shaft until he was as deep as she could take him. Even then, she was still short by several inches.
That was a consistent theme in their relationship. Logan was very big. She, Veronica, was very small. It added an indescribable thrill she just couldn't find anywhere else. In college, Logan had once ordered an assortment of variously sized sex toys, mostly just to embarrass her. She'd gained a valuable piece of information from that experience, however. Logan was
exactly
the right size for her. Any bigger, and it caused her too much discomfort to be enjoyable. Any smaller, and it just didn't deliver that satisfying stretching sensation every time she took him into her cunt.
For several minutes, Veronica used her mouth to coat the sides of Logan's cock as she sucked and bobbed her head while he could do nothing but moan. Seeing his face as he tried to keep his hips from bucking and driving his manhood deeper into her throat only fueled her fire and determination to make him lose control.
"So far, so good, lieutenant," Veronica gasped as she allowed his cock to slip from her lips. Doing her best to disguise the fact that she was just as turned on as he was, she sat upright and faced him on the bed. "But that was just the beginning. Let's see how much more you can take."
Without any hesitation, Veronica reached behind her back and released her bra. Logan's eyes burned with desire the moment she flashed him her uncovered tits. Here was a man who could have any number of women with the biggest tits—real or fake—he wanted, and he was staring at her B-cup cleavage like a teenager seeing a woman's chest for the first time.
Grinning slyly, she got down on her arms again only so she could slide her panties off. "Torture is more than just physical sensations like your wife sucking your cock. Torture can also be psychological. Think you can withstand all the secrets and revelations your wife throws at you while safeguarding national security?"
Logan's lips remained sealed, but nothing could disguise the hunger he felt as she sat down on his legs, straddling him and driving him mad with desire as her pussy rubbed his cock. His torment only worsened when she began sliding her hips back and forth. She was certain Logan would punish her for this and it made her enjoy her role as seductress that much more.
"Are you sure there isn't anything different about your wife's cunt?" she inquired while stroking her pussy lips with his painfully stiff head. "It doesn't feel hotter, tighter than usual? Nothing to suggest your wife doesn't have some tricks up her sleeve?"
In reality, Veronica was just as impatient as he was. If he decided to flip her over and fuck her as hard as he pleased, she wouldn't have objected.
Raising herself up, she gently guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy. Doing her best to disguise the sensation of pure joy that erupted the moment she felt his head slip between her lips as a mere inquisitive biting of her lip, she pressed down, taking Logan inside her.
She immediately felt a powerful biological impulse to rush things. To slam herself to the hilt and take every inch into her cunt and scream in delight like a slutty blonde. Fighting it back, she continued to slowly drive Logan's cock deeper, savoring the feeling of him stretching her until she came to a rest with her arms planted on his chest.
"We both know you want to do it," she grinned as she prepared to ride him. "Your cock is already on the edge after fucking your wife's other hole. You'd love nothing more than to just surrender to the sweetness of her cunt and fill it with your cum, but we both know you won't. You want to get your wife off first."
It was the truth. Logan cared about her too much to be selfish. As long as she was enjoying herself, he wouldn't allow himself to finish before her. Only after she was limp with sexual pleasure would he grab her hips and pound her until he ended the evening by filling her petite body with his seed and releasing her to drift off into a well-fucked sleep.
Logan said nothing, still playing the role of hostage to his pitiful interrogator, but his hands moved along her thighs, feeling her muscles move as she drove his cock into her welcoming pussy. For the first time, his eyes left the sight of her domineering face (and wildly bouncing tits) and settled on the sight of his shaft splitting her folds and making her feel delightfully full.
