Okay, let me know what you think so far. It is still WIP and a rough draft at that

-there isn't much yet.

It was a warm summer day in July when Veronica Mars came to the conclusion that life-her life- was never going to be fair. What had started out as a fun trip with her friends to Mac’s new boyfriend’s family’s cabin, and a possible chance to re-start something between her and her ex had quickly turned into hell on earth when said ex showed up with Malibu-bleached-blonde Barbie as his date. Things had continued to go down hill when she had realized that she was the only one not paired off. Even Dick was supposed to be bringing his latest….friend.

In a desperate attempt to escape her 11th wheel status Veronica had commandeered Mac’s boyfriend’s speed boat. That however had not gone as she had planned either. Her escape attempt had been thwarted by Logan & Kelly who has asked if they could tag along. Seeing no way out of the situation without looking like the jealous ex girlfriend that she was Veronica agreed to allow them to accompany her.

However, much to Veronica’s surprise and delight God has chosen to give her a tiny ray of light. Turned out little Miss “DD, thank you very much,” didn’t have her sea legs, and five minutes after they set out they’d had to return to the dock.

Logan had decided to stay behind with Veronica. Kelly had looked slightly annoyed with that fact and Veronica was petty enough to get some perverse pleasure from the thought of her wobbling back to the cabin by herself. Of course she had then realized that she was now trapped on a boat alone with Logan. Logan who had a girlfriend, Logan who no longer felt about her the way she felt about him, Logan who she wanted to avoid.

Despite her ever present Logan shaped hole in her heart Veronica was determined to not appear weak. She may miss Logan like crazy but she’d be damned if she was going to show it. So, shoving her glasses over her eyes she had laid back on one of the longer seats and ordered Logan to drive on.

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“We’re out of gas,” Logan announced, plopping himself down on the sun warmed seat.

“What do you mean we’re out of gas?” Veronica demanded, jerking her glasses off and shoving them on top of her head.

“We’re riding on E? There is no fuel in the tank? Stop me when I say something that makes sense.”

Veronica rolled her eyes. He could really be a jackass when he wanted to be. Letting her gaze wonder, Veronica searched the lake for other boaters. Finding none she turned her attention to the shore. Once again finding no signs of human life she turned her steely gaze back upon Logan. The jerk was actually laying back, arms resting on the back of the seat, head tilted back, and taking in the afternoon sun. Why couldn’t he ever take anything seriously? And why did he have to be so damn sexy with his rumpled hair and 5 o’clock shadow? She didn’t know if she wanted to smack him upside his dumb ass head or nibble her way down his neck and into far more....sensitive areas.

Giving herself a mental shake Veronica turned her attention back to the problem at hand. They could use their cell phones…if they hadn’t left them at the cabin. They could use the walkie talkie Jake had mentioned was in the boat…..if it had actually been there. She could scream at the top of her lungs and hope someone would hear her, only they probably wouldn’t, and she really didn’t need to give Logan any ammunition. He may start getting snarky and she’d be forced to drown him.

Finally exhausting all possible modes of rescues Veronica turned to Logan. “Are you just going to sit there, or are you actually going to attempt to help me find a way out of this mess?”

“We’re just out of gas Veronica. Stop acting as though the world is coming to an end.”

“Stop acting like there isn’t a problem that needs solving,” Veronica shot back.

Heaving one of his overdramatic sighs Logan climbed to his feet. Without a word he started searching around the boat. He made a small noise of triumph when he found what he was looking for. A rope.

“What is that for?”

“I’m gonna tie it to the boat and then swim over to that island right over there.”

Veronica followed his gaze to the spot of land in the middle of the lake. “Is it still called an island if it’s in a lake?”

“I’ll Google it when we get back,” Logan responded, dropping the rope on the bench and moving past her to the back of the boat.

Veronica stood back and watched as he heaved the boat motor up out of the water. His arms strained under the weight of the motor and his shirt pulled tight over his back and arms, and try as she might she couldn’t tear her eyes away the sight. After a while she gave up and pretense of a fight and simply ogled him. What was the point in fighting it? Logan was hot, she knew it, hell even he knew it, and it’s not like he could see her checking him out. She might as well enjoy it while she could.

Logan shifted his leg up, moving his foot to rest against the edge of the boat for leverage. The move drew Veronica’s appreciative gaze as it pulled his shorts tight, showcasing his tight ass, an ass you just wanted to sink your teeth into, an ass she had sunken her teeth into. With a grunt Logan pulled the motor up and locked it into place. As he turned back towards her she quickly diverted her gaze.

“What now?” she questioned.

“Now I take a swim,” Logan responded, reaching for the hem of his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Veronica demanded

“Your observation skills are really taking a hit today.”

Brushing his comment aside Veronica crossed her arms and once more demanded to know what he was doing.

She watched as Logan’s gaze briefly dropped to her chest before flitting back to her face and she felt an odd sense of feminine pleasure and pride rush over her, not that she’s ever admit to it.

“I’m getting undressed,” Logan finally responded, making sure to draw out his words, sounding as if he were talking to a complete moron.

Veronica decided that drowning him was quickly becoming a very appealing option, and as Logan whipped his shirt off, carelessly tossing it aside, she decided fucking him before she drowned him was far more appealing.

Had he always looked that good? She was sure he hadn't, not that he hadn't always been incredibly sexy, Logan being sexy was just a given, one of the certainties in life. The earth is round. Gravity keeps you down, and Logan Echolls is sexy. But still, it seemed the weight lifting classes he'd been taking every year since their freshman year and surfing were really paying off. He wasn't big and bulky, no, he was more lean, toned. His arms looked sculpted, his stomach tight, and his shoulder looked sturdy, strong. Overall he presented quit an impressive picture, damn him.

As Logan moved to remove his shorts Veronica let out an unlady-like snort. "You've got to be kidding me."

"What?" Logan asked, fingers pausing over the draw string of his shorts.

"Are you going skinny dipping or getting us our of this mess?"

"Why can't I do both?" Logan replied cheekily.

Veronica's only response was a pair of raised eyebrows.

"Come on Veronica," Logan began. "We're in the middle of a lake, its late. They might not notice we're gone until tomorrow, so we could be stuck out her all night. Hypothermia doesn't just happen when you're in the water. I'll need dry clothes to wear."

Much as she hated to admit it, he was right, and really the last thing she wanted was him getting deathly ill because of her, well second to last. The very last thing she wanted was for him to be naked in front of her, while he was no longer hers to touch.

"Fine," she bit out. "Just hurry up."

Pulling once more at the draw string of his beach shorts, Logan wiggled an eyebrow at her. "It's not like you haven't see it all before."

Boy didn't she know it. She'd seen it all, touched it, caressed it, hell, she'd tasted it. Did he really have to go reminding her when she was doing her damndest to try and forget.

Oblivious to her inner turmoil Logan finished undoing the tie on his shorts and shoved them down his hips, letting them pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. As always he was unashamed of his nudity, but Veronica didn't share his comfort and after a brief visual sweep of his nude form she turned her back, color rising to her cheeks, even as a trickle of arousal made its way through her vains and settled between her legs.

"Are you blushing?" Logan asked, the amusement in his voice so evident she could almost feel it.

Bending over Veronica jerked up the rope from where she had dropped it and spun around, shoving the rope at him, the impact causing him to take a step backward.

"Go to hell," she replied tightly.

Logan for his part just smirked.

"Well how about I get us out of this mess first," Logan said, not waiting for a reply before he turned and climbed over the bench and out of the boat.

Seven minutes and 23 seconds later-Yes! she had counted- Logan had the boat far enough on land to tie it down and was pulling on the shorts Veronica had practically hurled at him. Still annoyed with Logan, their situation, and her life in general Veronica stubbornly refused Logan’s outstretched hand as she climbed out of the boat, slipping and landing ass first on the damp sand as a result.

“So, does pride really come before a fall?” Logan asked as her regarded her, leaning against the boat.

Veronica took a deep breath-that was supposed to help calm you right? - before climbing to her feet. She roughly began to brush off as much sand as she could from her dirty shorts. The time for a smart retort to his comment had long past and she still couldn’t think of anything to say, which just helped to add to her anger and frustration. Would nothing go right today?

“Have I done something to offend?” Logan asked as he pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling his hair in the process.

“What haven’t you done?” Veronica mumbled, glancing off into the distance.

Moving towards her Logan forced her gaze back on him. “You know this is your fault so maybe you could drop the attitude.”

“My fault?” Veronica asked in surprise.

“Yeah, you’re the one who decided to take the boat out without bothering to make sure there was gas,” Logan accused. “So maybe its time you stop with the bitchy little comments. This mess is all on you.”

“You didn’t have to come with,” Veronica countered. “And you were driving the boat. I didn’t see you checking to make sure everything was A-Ok.”

Logan airily brushed her comments aside. “I could be back at the cabin right now.”

“What, are you afraid sorority whore Barbie won’t make last the night without you?” Veronica asked snidely. “I’ll bet she’s missing you right now. You and your big, thick…wallet.”

Veronica watched as a smile slowly spread across his face. God she hated him sometimes. She wanted a fight, and judging by that knowing pain in the ass smile of his, he wasn’t going to be accommodating her need. Apparently she'd given too much away with her shots at his latest fling.

"First she's a whore and now she's a gold digger." Logan asked, clearly amused.

"I'll bet she has many talents," Veronica shot back. "She doesn't seem like the type to limit herself."

"Well you're right about that," Logan smirked.

"That's real classy," Veronica rolled her eyes. “I’ll tell you what, this side of the land mass is yours, that side is mine," she gestured. "Let’s just shut up and not make a bad situation worse. Sooner or later they'll notice we're missing, rescue us, and then you can get back to your regularly scheduled booty call."

Veronica turned and stormed off, not waiting for a response or sparing a backwards glance. Once she was sure she was an acceptable distance away she plopped down on the cool ground, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her arms on them.

He made her so damn angry sometimes. Not that today was his fault-not entirely- she wasn’t so mad that she couldn’t see that. He was dating, that was his right. It wasn’t like they were…anything really. They hadn’t been anything for more than two years. She really couldn’t blame him for not missing her, missing what they’d had. Two years ago they’d been a mess, a big painful mess. Since then they’d settled into a nice co-existence/almost-but not quit- friendship.

Whenever she thought back to that time during their freshman year she had to stifle a groan. They’d been so stupid, never talking, never dealing with their issues, him hiding things, her running at the first sign of trouble, and both of them taking a shot at normal, resting comfortable in denial with Parker and Piz. They really knew how to make a mess of things.

Piz, she hadn’t thought about him in a long time. That in itself was a sad commentary on his importance in her life. Not that she was going to dwell on the guilt. He’d been heartbroken when she’d ended things-and Wallace hadn’t been too pleased- but he’d dealt with it in typical Piz fashion. He’d written a “lost love” song for his band, played some emo tunes on his radio show and eventually moved on to a pretty freshman named Crystal who had a wide smile and a overly bubbly personality to match his own. Last she heard they were still happy. Piz had transferred to a collage on the east coast so he and Crystal could be together. He talked to Wallace occasionally but Veronica could never muster up the energy to pretend to be interested in how he was. Not that she was heartless, she wanted him to be happy, but he was…in the past, there was no point in pretending otherwise.

After the incident in the cafeteria Logan had disappeared for 6 long months. At first she’d feared he’d been hurt or maybe worse, but a quick trace of his cell phone and credit card and her worries had been ceased. He had been safe, and far away from her and Neptune, and judging by all of the calls he’d failed to return that had been exactly how he’d wanted it. Hurt over his refusal to call her back had quickly transformed into anger, and anger into stubbornness, and after 2 months without any sign of him she'd resolved to move on. She spent the summer with Mac, Backup, and shockingly Parker. She'd also spent the summer trying to earn back her father's trust, but it had still been a long time before he could look at her without a trace of suspicion in his eyes. There hadn't been any summer flings for her, guys, she'd decided were just to complicated, and she had enough on her plate already.

Then one late December night she'd run into Dick and after a few snide remarks from both of them he had lowered the boom on her with a smug satisfaction that would have rivaled any of Logan's. Logan was back, had been back for 3 days. Clearly Dick had been expecting some kid of retort from her, but he was disappointed when Veronica turned and stormed off across the student parking lot. She was a tilt-a-whirl of emotion shifting from relief, to anger, to sadness, followed by frustration. During her brief moments of clarity during her drive to the Neptune Grand she actually felt sorry for Logan. She knew despite her plans to be calm, cool, and collected, the moment she saw him she was going to tear his fucking head off for leaving Neptune-her- for six months.

Wow, you are getting really good at this. I giggled through the whole thing.

Ok, i just read the small part you added. Did i say small? I meant cruel.
You know, you have a think for leaving us wanting. What´s wrong w you??

Ok, now that i said that im going to be honest: ...*drools*....
That´s it. D you actually expect me to say sth after this?-->" But still, it seemed the weight lifting classes he'd been taking every year since their freshman year and surfing were really paying off. He wasn't big and bulky, no, he was more lean, toned. His arms looked sculpted, his stomach tight, and his shoulder looked sturdy, strong. Overall he presented quit an impressive picture, damn him"....Seriously...ugh.
And then Naked!Logan... *Anne´s coherent thought has left the building*

And this: "She'd seen it all, touched it, caressed it, hell, she'd tasted it" You are god at being evil. Did i ever tell you that?

Well, i loved it. Not sure how this really articulate comment wil help but this is all i can say right now

Please finish it!

"Had he always looked that good? " -- Oh Veronica, you're really not the smartest little thing, are you?

Love the physical description of Logan's body. And the fact that he notices that she's flustered.

Its fun and banter-y and you need to write more b/c leaving it there is plain mean.

Ok, at this point im begging you: finish already!

I really liked it. I LOVE! that she wants to fight and he finds it amusing. The making up is going to be awesome.

Please, stop w the teasing

Finish it!

Like anne said, I really like the part about her wanting a fight, typical Veronica. And angry LoVe can only lead to one thing...smutty LoVe...hopefully.

Now hurry up and write the only part that matters.

Hey now, writing is a process, besides it's so much fun teasing you guys.