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Fic: Turn to Dust (Veronica/Logan) NC-17
Title: Turn to Dust
Author: Sophia_bee
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan
Word Count: 1484
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU, Logan is different, Veronica finds out exactly how different.
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 1, dark themes
Author’s Note: Vamp it up!
The clouds drift across the moon, draping it in grey gossamer. It sits above the almost still ocean, hanging in the indigo midnight sky.
Veronica stumbles in the sand.
“Fucking let me go.”
His voice is in her ear, a low growl, almost a hiss. She smiles a little.
“No.”
She glances up at his face, masked in shadows. At first she’s not sure if she sees them. Maybe they’re another nightmare that slips on the edge of her consciousness. She should wake up any moment. Veronica blinks. They’re gone with the flick of her eyelids, figments of her imagination. Two points, pin sharp, crisp white. Gleaming in the moonlight.
Fuck.
She shivers even though the night is warm. Chilly nights are few and far between in Neptune. The chill that crawls across her skin, prickling up the back of her neck, has nothing to do with temperature. It has everything to do with how his fingers are searing through the thin material of her t-shirt.
“What are you going to do?” she asks even though she knows the answer.
He stops and she almost falls forward into the sand. His hand tightens and pulls her back.
“Veronica.”
Her chest is heaving as if she’s been running a race as she turns to look into his eyes. They are silver and grey, like moonlight. Everything around her slips away as she realizes that she’s never noticed how hypnotic his eyes can be.
He whispers her name and his voice ripples through her and suddenly she can’t take in another breath. Her skin is tingling; mouth falls open as she stares.
She wants him like she’s never wanted anyone.
How did she not see the change in him? Late nights, dropping out of school, shutting himself in the mausoleum on the hill, full of memories of the dead and soon to be dead.
“Logan.”
His name slips from her lips, thick as honey. He steps closer and the air crackles between them.
“Fuck me.” She whispers, jaw slack, hands hanging by her side.
Before she can finish the last syllable his mouth is on hers and she gasps against his lips. His tongue slips against hers, sliding across her teeth and she tastes the metallic taste of blood as his hand tangles in her hair and grips.
The pain is sweet release.
She runs her tongue across his teeth. They feel sharp, pinpricking her tongue like needles. Her hands slide under his shirt and find his skin. She skims across it with her fingers and wonders at its warmth. Then his mouth leaves her and she feels his tongue licking down the side of her neck. She pulls him against her, pushes her hips into his, and hears his sharp intake of breath.
Power.
She’s drunk with it.
His teeth graze stop at junction of her neck and shoulder and she feels them press gently into her skin. Veronica takes a deep breath, holds it, and waits for the quick prick..
She wants it.
“Not yet.” Logan mutters. He teeth are gone and she feels the rough lap of his moist tongue.
“Please.” She doesn’t want to beg but it comes out in a plaintive whine.
She wants to be like him. He spends his days behind thick curtains, the best midnight velvet that blocks out all the light. His skin has become pale, almost glowing in the moonlight. His eyes are hungry and Veronica wonders when the last time it was he ate.
His hands slip under her t-shirt, skimming up her bare skin until they reach edge of her bra. With a quick flick he opens the front clasp with deft fingers. Veronica sighs as one of his hands cover her breast.
She was afraid at first. It took weeks before she finally walked up to the door, lifted her tiny fist and banged it against the heavy wood. The sun was slipping behind the horizon of the never-ending ocean, leaving a soft pink glow in the sky. When he opened the door Veronica felt the strange combination of fear and pure lust as she stared at the boy she’d know almost her entire life.
Except that he wasn’t that person anymore. His eyes were dark, lifeless pools that threatened to suck her in. Her name was a whisper on his lips, no louder than the rustle of dead leaves on the sidewalks of Neptune. It was so quiet that she could barely hear it as it sent a deep shiver up her spine. She didn’t said anything, just turned around and left, hands shaking. She told herself she wouldn’t go back. She lied.
The next night she knocked on the door, stood outside as the sky became dark and waited, and the next night, and the next. When she went home she would dream of him, of his eyes and hands, the way they would feel on her skin. He would whisper to her, tell her to wait.
She tried to find him for two weeks. Instead he found her.
The waves were lapping softly on the beach when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
Logan.
“Come with me.”
Veronica would have startled except she’d been expecting him, waiting for the touch that sent ice searing through her veins.
“No.” she said quietly. She felt his fingers trace across her collarbone, brush the hollow of her throat. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t think.
“Come with me.” Logan hissed again. Veronica tipped her head back and closed her eyes and his fingers continued their journey down her bare arm. She felt electric sparks scatter across her skin.
“No.” she whispered.
He grabbed her arm, gripping it hard and Veronica knew there would be bruises in the morning. Her name was a growl on his lips. She opened her mouth and before she could say ‘no’ for a third time, he was jerking her to her feet and pushing her across the sand of the deserted beach.
Veronica knew what was going to happen. She’d known from the moment before he’d touched her shoulder; the moment she’d felt the nape of her neck prickle and knew she was no longer alone on the beach.
His hands moved from her sides to the edge of her jeans, slipping under them, tracing along her hipbones.. Veronica put her hands over his and she can feel his blood pulsing under his skin. She pushes them away and starts to unzip her jeans. Logan watches her as she slips the denim down her hips, watches as the moonlight falls across her skin. She sees his tongue come out and lick his lips. She pads toward him, the sand sticking between her toes, but she doesn’t care. She puts out one hand, places her palm on his chest. Logan looks down at it then looks back at her. Then she shoves him as hard as she can. Logan tumbles backward into the sand but the look on his face isn’t one of surprise. It’s something different.
Hunger.
She straddles him, knees sinking into the sand, hips grinding down as she tries to find a way to relieve the slick, hot ache between her legs. Logan pushes back at her with a groan. Her hand goes to the zip on his pants and suddenly it’s being pushed away and he’s frantically pulling them down, off his hips. Finally there is nothing between them.
“Come on.” Logan grunts. Veronica pushes up on her knees then lowers herself onto him, feeling him slip deep inside her.
His eyes are closed and his mouth falls open. He says her name over and over, a dirty chant in time with the thrusting of his hips. She closes her eyes and slips her hand between her legs, finding the spot that starts the melting burn she loves so much. Her head falls back and her breathing become fast, shallow until she finally comes undone, shattering into a million pieces, collapsing against his chest.
He’s holding her. Arms tight around her back, holding her against his chest. His fingers are in her hair. His mouth is on her ear, whispering dark secrets she can’t understand in a strange language. His lips trace their way down the column of her neck, pressing small kisses on her rapidly chilling skin. She feels the flick of his tongue, pressing against her skin. She can’t breath. The press of his lips. Then…
Her skin tingles.
Her blood pulses, beating a tattoo in her ears.
She feels the prick and she gasps. She pushes against him, hands on his chest, but he holds her tighter, pins her arms to her sides, his mouth is hot on her neck.
A tear leaks from the edge of her eye.
She smiles.
This is what she wanted all along.
She turns to dust in his arms.
Title: Turn to Dust
Author: Sophia_bee
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan
Word Count: 1484
Rating: NC-17
Summary: AU, Logan is different, Veronica finds out exactly how different.
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 1, dark themes
Author’s Note: Vamp it up!
The clouds drift across the moon, draping it in grey gossamer. It sits above the almost still ocean, hanging in the indigo midnight sky.
Veronica stumbles in the sand.
“Fucking let me go.”
His voice is in her ear, a low growl, almost a hiss. She smiles a little.
“No.”
She glances up at his face, masked in shadows. At first she’s not sure if she sees them. Maybe they’re another nightmare that slips on the edge of her consciousness. She should wake up any moment. Veronica blinks. They’re gone with the flick of her eyelids, figments of her imagination. Two points, pin sharp, crisp white. Gleaming in the moonlight.
Fuck.
She shivers even though the night is warm. Chilly nights are few and far between in Neptune. The chill that crawls across her skin, prickling up the back of her neck, has nothing to do with temperature. It has everything to do with how his fingers are searing through the thin material of her t-shirt.
“What are you going to do?” she asks even though she knows the answer.
He stops and she almost falls forward into the sand. His hand tightens and pulls her back.
“Veronica.”
Her chest is heaving as if she’s been running a race as she turns to look into his eyes. They are silver and grey, like moonlight. Everything around her slips away as she realizes that she’s never noticed how hypnotic his eyes can be.
He whispers her name and his voice ripples through her and suddenly she can’t take in another breath. Her skin is tingling; mouth falls open as she stares.
She wants him like she’s never wanted anyone.
How did she not see the change in him? Late nights, dropping out of school, shutting himself in the mausoleum on the hill, full of memories of the dead and soon to be dead.
“Logan.”
His name slips from her lips, thick as honey. He steps closer and the air crackles between them.
“Fuck me.” She whispers, jaw slack, hands hanging by her side.
Before she can finish the last syllable his mouth is on hers and she gasps against his lips. His tongue slips against hers, sliding across her teeth and she tastes the metallic taste of blood as his hand tangles in her hair and grips.
The pain is sweet release.
She runs her tongue across his teeth. They feel sharp, pinpricking her tongue like needles. Her hands slide under his shirt and find his skin. She skims across it with her fingers and wonders at its warmth. Then his mouth leaves her and she feels his tongue licking down the side of her neck. She pulls him against her, pushes her hips into his, and hears his sharp intake of breath.
Power.
She’s drunk with it.
His teeth graze stop at junction of her neck and shoulder and she feels them press gently into her skin. Veronica takes a deep breath, holds it, and waits for the quick prick..
She wants it.
“Not yet.” Logan mutters. He teeth are gone and she feels the rough lap of his moist tongue.
“Please.” She doesn’t want to beg but it comes out in a plaintive whine.
She wants to be like him. He spends his days behind thick curtains, the best midnight velvet that blocks out all the light. His skin has become pale, almost glowing in the moonlight. His eyes are hungry and Veronica wonders when the last time it was he ate.
His hands slip under her t-shirt, skimming up her bare skin until they reach edge of her bra. With a quick flick he opens the front clasp with deft fingers. Veronica sighs as one of his hands cover her breast.
She was afraid at first. It took weeks before she finally walked up to the door, lifted her tiny fist and banged it against the heavy wood. The sun was slipping behind the horizon of the never-ending ocean, leaving a soft pink glow in the sky. When he opened the door Veronica felt the strange combination of fear and pure lust as she stared at the boy she’d know almost her entire life.
Except that he wasn’t that person anymore. His eyes were dark, lifeless pools that threatened to suck her in. Her name was a whisper on his lips, no louder than the rustle of dead leaves on the sidewalks of Neptune. It was so quiet that she could barely hear it as it sent a deep shiver up her spine. She didn’t said anything, just turned around and left, hands shaking. She told herself she wouldn’t go back. She lied.
The next night she knocked on the door, stood outside as the sky became dark and waited, and the next night, and the next. When she went home she would dream of him, of his eyes and hands, the way they would feel on her skin. He would whisper to her, tell her to wait.
She tried to find him for two weeks. Instead he found her.
The waves were lapping softly on the beach when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
Logan.
“Come with me.”
Veronica would have startled except she’d been expecting him, waiting for the touch that sent ice searing through her veins.
“No.” she said quietly. She felt his fingers trace across her collarbone, brush the hollow of her throat. She couldn’t breath, couldn’t think.
“Come with me.” Logan hissed again. Veronica tipped her head back and closed her eyes and his fingers continued their journey down her bare arm. She felt electric sparks scatter across her skin.
“No.” she whispered.
He grabbed her arm, gripping it hard and Veronica knew there would be bruises in the morning. Her name was a growl on his lips. She opened her mouth and before she could say ‘no’ for a third time, he was jerking her to her feet and pushing her across the sand of the deserted beach.
Veronica knew what was going to happen. She’d known from the moment before he’d touched her shoulder; the moment she’d felt the nape of her neck prickle and knew she was no longer alone on the beach.
His hands moved from her sides to the edge of her jeans, slipping under them, tracing along her hipbones.. Veronica put her hands over his and she can feel his blood pulsing under his skin. She pushes them away and starts to unzip her jeans. Logan watches her as she slips the denim down her hips, watches as the moonlight falls across her skin. She sees his tongue come out and lick his lips. She pads toward him, the sand sticking between her toes, but she doesn’t care. She puts out one hand, places her palm on his chest. Logan looks down at it then looks back at her. Then she shoves him as hard as she can. Logan tumbles backward into the sand but the look on his face isn’t one of surprise. It’s something different.
Hunger.
She straddles him, knees sinking into the sand, hips grinding down as she tries to find a way to relieve the slick, hot ache between her legs. Logan pushes back at her with a groan. Her hand goes to the zip on his pants and suddenly it’s being pushed away and he’s frantically pulling them down, off his hips. Finally there is nothing between them.
“Come on.” Logan grunts. Veronica pushes up on her knees then lowers herself onto him, feeling him slip deep inside her.
His eyes are closed and his mouth falls open. He says her name over and over, a dirty chant in time with the thrusting of his hips. She closes her eyes and slips her hand between her legs, finding the spot that starts the melting burn she loves so much. Her head falls back and her breathing become fast, shallow until she finally comes undone, shattering into a million pieces, collapsing against his chest.
He’s holding her. Arms tight around her back, holding her against his chest. His fingers are in her hair. His mouth is on her ear, whispering dark secrets she can’t understand in a strange language. His lips trace their way down the column of her neck, pressing small kisses on her rapidly chilling skin. She feels the flick of his tongue, pressing against her skin. She can’t breath. The press of his lips. Then…
Her skin tingles.
Her blood pulses, beating a tattoo in her ears.
She feels the prick and she gasps. She pushes against him, hands on his chest, but he holds her tighter, pins her arms to her sides, his mouth is hot on her neck.
A tear leaks from the edge of her eye.
She smiles.
This is what she wanted all along.
She turns to dust in his arms.
