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13 January 2007 @ 10:19 pm
Fic: I know where you live, L/V, NC-17  
Title: I know where you live
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 5664
Rating: NC-17 - smut and swearing
Disclaimer: I don't think Joss Whedon and Rob Thomas would approve of what I've done with their characters, so let's just keep this between us, 'kay?
Summary: Logan is a porn star. Need I say more?
Spoilers/Warnings: This is a piece of total crack!fic PWP inspired by my musings about Logan in a leather trench coat and my best gal Trixx's infatuation with Buffy, the Vampire Slayer.

"Damn!!" Randy Pluto jumped back as the mausoleum set crumbled around him. "I never should have signed on for this farce! Sindy! Sindy, get your ass over here and fucking unchain me!!"

"Sorry, Randy." Sindy picked her way through the rubble with a smirk. "You know protecting your sweet little ass is one of my top priorities... But my own ass is just slightly more important." Sindy flipped her blonde hair - wig - out of her eyes. She leaned down to uncuff her costar. "Fucking curse strikes again. Management better get that damn security team here soon."

"We're here," said a familiar voice. "But it appears we missed the fun. Damn. I hate it when that happens."

Randy struggled to stand up, kicking styrofoam marble blocks out of his way. "Please tell me that is not our security team." He brushed his hand through his hair in a gesture he had tried to weed out years ago. Damn bitch, he knew that voice. It brought all of his old insecurities back, crumbled his armor, made him feel... horny and nineteen again. "Veronica?"

He turned around, wincing at her expression as she took in the leather trench coat, cuffs... and lack of anything else. Except a suddenly, inconveniently returning hard on.

"Holy shit! Logan??? You're Randy Pluto?" Veronica blinked in astonishment. When she had been hired to secure the safety of a cursed porn set, she had never guessed she would meet up with a bleached and buff version of "the one who got away."

"It's me, in the flesh." Logan looked down ruefully. "Rather more flesh than I planned to show you at our next meeting," he said dryly. "But I guess that means at least part of me is happy to see you." He pulled the coat closed and fastened it, trying to at least disguise the fervor of his reaction. He was about to come just from the sound of her voice, and how fucking pathetic was that?

"So," he added conversationally, picking his way over to her. "Working security these days? Sidelining from the PI gig?"

"Yep. I've got my own firm. I've got some peons," she waved towards a couple of hulking guys who must be her muscle, "But the bossman thought this one required some brains, too."

"Well, god knows you've got those in spades, Nancy Drew." Logan smiled, looked her up and down. She looked damn good, and his cock twitched in approval. "So you're here to save my ass. It's just like old times." He grinned, and was pleased to see the tell tale flush that proved she had still not figured out how to be indifferent to him.

"Let me introduce you to the gang." He waved his costar over. "Veronica, meet Sindy. Sindy Trixx, meet my lost love Veronica Mars, PI extraordinaire. She'll probably have to accuse me of engineering the problems at least twice, but in the end she'll catch the bad guys." He winked at Veronica, and was surprised at how little actual rancor was left in him. A few years as a pornstar and he was Merry Fucking Sunshine. And damn, it was good to see Veronica.

Sindy was eyeing Veronica, pure speculation in her eyes. "So it's not just a coincidence you get hard for small blondes kicking your ass?" she teased.

"I think it was bred into my genetics. It's an addiction." Logan laughed deeply. Sindy was once hell of a smart cookie and she had his number. This gig hadn't just been about a paycheck, it had been about exorcising his demons. And didn't that just make this the irony of all ironies: Veronica here, on his set. His demons personified... and it must be his newly acquired vampire whispering in his ear that it was time to embrace the demon wholeheartedly.

"The director said we're cutting till after dinner. I'm gonna go check my email, maybe read some dirty fanfic." Sindy winked at Logan. "Make sure to save some energy for me, big boy."

Logan pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. "Always got more loving for my Trixxie girl." He turned her around and smacked her butt. "Now go, find us some inspiration for the staking scene. It blows as written."

Sindy sucked his finger suggestively and gave him a pretty pout. "And I thought you liked how I blow."

"Stop trying to show off for my ex." Logan's eyes glittered wickedly, showing his appreciation that once again Sindy read him and had his number. Couldn't hurt to make Veronica a little jealous. Sindy waved over her shoulder and wiggled her ass a little, letting the mini skirt flip up enough to show off her thong and shapely cheeks.

Logan laughed again and put on his British accent. "Move yer bits, ya naughty little bird. Before your boy Pike has to show ya who's boss." Sindy winked and flounced away. Logan watched her in appreciation, then turned to Veronica, who stood, mouth gaping.

Logan gently lifted her chin. "Sindy's a good friend. It's the best way to go in this business. We've featured in six flicks together. She knows just how to handle the whip..." Logan sighed fondly. "Brings out my best performances. We always contract together." Veronica stared. "Don't looked so surprised, Peaches. I've always been looking for the right top."

"Top?" Veronica said faintly, and Logan could tell it was not that she was asking for further explanation. Nope, the hot flush on her face told him she knew exactly where she fit in that scheme. He felt a tightening down below as he imagined Veronica with a few lessons from Sindy. He shook off the burning urge to show V his dressing room and brought his mind back to business instead. Curse. Falling scenery. Sabotage. Detective. Righty-o.

"Come on, Veronica. I'll show you the rest of the set. You'll probably want to see the place where the lights came down on Rafe." At Veronica's puzzled look, he added, "The guy who played Seraphim? Rafe Anal? He got squashed by some falling lights, spent three days in the hospital and then quit. Management decided not to replace him, his character was such a broody fuck anyway. And Sindy and I were not looking forward to the threesome scene."

"Logan... You seem so... Are you really okay with this? I mean, you're a porn star!" The concern in Veronica's eyes made Logan's cock twitch like a bunny's...er... nose, not to mention what it did to the other blood loving organ located a little higher on his body. He still had it bad for her, even after all of these years.

"Come on, Peaches. You were the one who told me I could go pro. You should be proud that I took your advice for once." He paused. "Besides, I'm adding to the glory of the Echolls film legacy." Logan smirked at her, but when she stepped a little closer, close enough to hold onto his leather lapels, his smirk slid away into something a little more breathless and a little less artful.

"Watch it, Peaches. You're entering the danger zone. Do you really want to do this?" Logan wasn't sure if he wanted Veronica to make the move or not. He had set up a very comfortable life for himself, his heart tucked neatly away. This tiny blonde could stake him with a look, and all that would be left was dust.

Veronica shook her head and stepped back. Damn, but Logan seemed to have a magnetic attraction sometimes. No wonder he was playing Pike, the world's sexiest vampire.


"You still want her, don't you?" Sindy whispered in Logan's ear as she stroked her hand down his chest.

"Do we have to have this conversation with the cameras rolling?" Logan moaned. Veronica was out there watching, and he was having enough trouble controlling himself knowing that, much less talking about her. Imagining her.

"You know I'm the one in charge," Sindy murmred, before stepping back to slap his ass with her lash. "Are you arguing with me, Pike?"

"No, Muffy," he ground out between clenched teeth, trying to stay in character. Sindy liked to improv, and that was okay with him but... He glanced down. "Just don't want the fun endin' too soon." He gave her a meaningful look.

"Ahh," she chuckled, bringing the lash down a little harder on his ass. This chained get-up was practically canon to Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and it worked even better for Muffy the Vampire Layer. "You need a little help following orders?" Logan nodded.

Sindy walked her fingers down to his throbbing cock and squeezed. "You don't get to come until I tell you to." She brought the lash down hard on his ass. Once, twice, three times. Logan concentrated on the sting and managed to get himself under control.

"That's better." Sindy smiled slowly and walked over to rummage in her box. She held up a belt and pouch. "This will help you do as you're told."

"Yes, mistress," Logan said gratefully, not even acting any more. He was having a hard time concentrating on the "plot" they were enacting. He kept slipping into fantasies of Sindy as Veronica. "Please help me control myself."

Sindy strapped the leather belt around his waist, then fit his semi-hard cock into the pouch. He was squeezed in so tightly that he sighed in relief. He could finish the scene this way. No chance of getting over excited and... premature.

"Now tell me," Sindy cajoled, tone husky and low, her breath tickling his ear. "Are you imagining I'm her?"

"Yes, master," he groaned loudly. The director didn't care if they ad libbed their own games, it was part of what made them such a good team. But anything that fit the "plot" scenario needed to be loud enough for audio to catch it.

"You know she's watching?" Sindy continued, stroking his chest and tickling his inner thighs.

"Yes, master!" How the hell could he forget Veronica was watching Sindy top him? He couldn't have staged this better in his own dirty little mind, unless at some point Veronica joined in.

"You know she's probably dripping through those prim little khakis of hers?" Sindy licked his ear for emphasis.

"Oh, god, I hope so, master," Logan growled. He hoped Veronica still wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"Well, let's give her a show, then, shall we?" Sindy stepped back and loosened the chains on his handcuffs enough to give him slack. "On your knees, boy. Master wants you to put that tongue to some good use."

Logan eagerly slid to his knees and began nuzzling the crotch of Sindy's costume, a pleated school girl plaid skirt. Much, much too short for decency, though it nicely complimented her tank top and knee highs. How he loved a woman in knee highs.

The camera man would be unhappy with a blocked shot, though, so he griped the skirt with his teeth and tugged until the tear-away gave loose. Sindy was wearing girlish white panties that said "Friday" on the front with little hearts. Logan would bet those were a product of her own sick sense of humor and not the choice of the costumer, but they worked for him. He nuzzled his face in and laughed against her thigh. TGIF.

She petted his hair and directed his head with just a touch of force. The chains at his wrists held his weight, so he just had to concentrate on his lips, tongue, nose. Making the most of his assets. He remembered Veronica laid out before him for similar treatments, and he felt his cock try to fill. The slight chafing of the leather cup held him in check and increased his arousal. He slid his tongue under the elastic of the panties.

Just as he started to work Sindy into a fervor, he heard the shout of,"Fire!"

"Damn," Sindy cursed. "Why does it always happen with the worst possible timing? I was just starting to enjoy myself."

"Do we have to stop?" Logan asked, dazed. His fantasy had been in full swing, and he was a little surprised to see Sindy looking down on him rather than Veronica. He felt his wrist released and turned to see Veronica massaging the bruised skin with concern. Sindy smiled in amusement, but didn't interfere.

"It's your trailer that's on fire, lover boy, so I guess it's up to you," commented Veronica. She didn't seem to want to let go of his wrist and her eyes were hungrily examining his body, and frankly, he was ready to play this fantasy to the end, fire or no fire.

Logan decided to lay his cards on the table. "Are you staying here with us? 'Cause if you are, I definitely don't want to stop."

Veronica looked startled and dropped his hand. "I - uh. No. No, I'd better go investigate." She rushed off to the scene of the crime, leaving Logan staring after her.

"You almost had her," commented Sindy, bemused.

"You think?" asked Logan hopefully.

"Oh, yes," Sindy confirmed. "That girl wanted to tear the whip out of my hand and take you for herself. Trust me on that."

"God. I wish." Logan rested his head against Sindy's thigh. Sindy petted his hair gently.

"Would you give all this up for her?" Sindy asked, curious at this new side she was seeing to her friend. He was clearly crazy about the blonde detective.

"In a heartbeat," Logan mumbled into her leg. "I'd give up anything to have Veronica take me back." He closed his eyes for a second, then added jokingly. "She needs a little training on my proper care and feeding, though."

Sindy stared thoughtfully in the direction Veronica had disappeared. "I might be able to arrange that." She licked her lips and nodded. "Good boy," she said distractedly, patting Logan's head as the plan formed in her mind. "Miss Sindy's gonna make sure you get what you deserve."


"Sindy, can I talk to you?" Sindy turned to see the petite detective quickly crossing the lot to her trailer.

"Sure, sweets. I was just about to do a quick costume change. Come on in." Sindy waved Veronica into her trailer. "Now, what's up?"

"I'm beginning to think these sabotages have something to do with you... You mentioned that they always happen just before... you..." Veronica blushed.

"Just before I get off?" finished Sindy. "Yeah, that's true. Mean little fuck. I hadn't thought of that. You think someone wants to keep me... unsatisfied?"

"I thought maybe... Is it possible you have a jealous boyfriend?" questioned Veronica. "They seem to be targeting your costars." Sindy looked thoughtful.

"Well, I did date the production assistant, Jason Dell, for a while. He proposed to me and I declined..." Sindy bit her lip. "I don't usually date guys on the set, I knew him before he got hired."

"Why didn't you mention this before?" Veronica was excited. Jason Dell had been in her suspect file already, and he had given off an odd vibe when she interviewed him.

"A lot of guys have proposed to me," Sindy shrugged. "I didn't think of it. But you know, he got my name tattooed on his ass, that's a little more... committed than most." Sindy shrugged again. "I barely talk to him anymore."

"I'm going to check him out. He's been acting suspiciously all along, and this gives me a motive." Veronica stood to go, but Sindy stopped her.

"Since you're already here, I though maybe we could have a word about Randy... er, Logan." Veronica refused to meet Sindy's eyes, squirming and turning bright red.

"I'll be out of your hair soon," Veronica promised. "As soon as I have this case solved."

"That's just it. Ra-, Logan doesn't want you to disappear again." Sindy consider Randy more than a colleague, he was also a good friend. And he was clearly head over heels for this Veronica chick, and too freaked out to do anything about it. A good master took care of her pets, and she was going to take care of Randy.

"How do you - ?" Veronica looked up in surprise. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Randy can't keep secrets from me," smiled Sindy wickedly. "And I can give you a few tips so that he won't keep secrets from you, either." Veronica's eyes went wide, and her breath hitched, but there was most definitely a light of interest in her face.

"Now, first off... the toy chest. It's not absolutely necessary, but a few good tools can make all the difference." Sindy waved Veronica over and put her arm around her. There was a lot of territory to cover and not much time.


"Good bye, Randy. It's been fun." Sindy leaned in for a kiss and lingered a minute.

Logan eyed her questioningly. "Why do I get the feeling this is more than 'goodbye until next time'?"

"Veronica isn't willing to share, at least not with a camera," answered Sindy. "But I got you a souvenir." Sindy held up the leather trench Logan had filled out so well. "I bribed the costumer to let you keep it."

"Thanks, Sindy." Logan was genuinely touched. He had really liked the coat. It made him feel like one hell of a sexy badass. "It's not as if I could forget almost being killed by one of your psycho exs," he added dryly. "But the coat will help me remember the good times." He paused. "You don't think you've... overestimated Veronica, though, do you?" He chewed his lip and fisted a hand in his hair. "I haven't heard from her since she figured out it was that guy Jason..."

"She was just biding her time. Letting us finish the film." Sindy winked. "Trust me, she wants to make an honest man out of you." She spanked his butt. "Or, you know, as close as a dirty boy like you can get to honest. Wedding ring, cock ring, what's the difference really? They both cut off your freedom." Sindy winked again.

"But feel so good," Logan joked. "You know I'm looking to be owned." He pulled her into a hug. "I am gonna miss you."

"Not too much," responded Sindy with a cheeky grin. "Veronica has promised to have me over for... dinner."

Logan laughed. "Oh, goodness. Sounds like you two have got it all planned."

"You know it. Now you get on out of here. I have a feeling there is a surprise waiting at home." Sindy's eyes twinkled, and Logan felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to introduce these two. On the other hand, what a way to go.


Logan stood in front of his house, taking a deep breath. The lights were off. Nothing appeared out of place. But Sindy had implied... His heart sped up and his cock hardened. Veronica was in there waiting, he was sure of it.

He glanced at his car, pulled out the leather trench. It made him feel strong, sexy... worthy of Veronica. He let the air in his lungs out in a whoosh. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

He was barely in the door, and he had been flipped on the floor face down. He was pinned and couldn't move. He smelled Veronica's tell tale perfume, and his hard on tried to break free of his pants. Oh, god. He liked surprises like this.

"I've decided to move in," whispered a voice at his ear. "I like the right side of the bed, so you are going to have to get used to that." She pulled the leather of the coat back so she could slip her hands into his pants and cup his ass. "Breakfast in bed is nice, but not required..." she continued. "Oh, yeah, and this body belongs to me, so no sharing unless I approve it first." She paused. "And get to watch." She pinched his ass hard to emphasize her words.

"Yes, ma'am," he grunted out on a moan, ready to come in his pants. Veronica was claiming him. It was all he had ever wanted. Well, maybe not all, but it sounded like she was going to cover a good part of the rotation. He was a lucky, lucky man.

"Now, I am going to let you stand up, and you are going to very slowly strip for me. Got it?" Veronica growled in his ear.

"Yes, ma'am!" Logan agreed. Veronica released him and turned on a light, then settled herself comfortably on the couch.

Logan felt a little unsettled, insecure. True, he had been doing porn for a few years, and he had some moves. But stripping was usually done to music, or choreographed... and he suddenly missed the impersonal tech crew that kept the whole business surreal instead of emotional.

The look in Veronica's eyes was hungry, possessive, intense. It hit him in places long buried that, truth be told, scared him a little. This wasn't a game, and there was no going back. He had about 30 seconds to call this off, or he would belong to her forever.

He slowly slipped his coat from his shoulders, his eyes never leaving hers. She tilted her head slightly in approval, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. His cock bucked like a wild thing, tried to split out of his pants.

He draped the coat over the chair next to him and kicked off his shoes. That got a little grin from her. Shoes, always the strip poker cop out, her eyes seemed to say. "Chicken," her lips taunted.

He took a breath and pulled his shirt out from his pants. The silk felt soft and delicate against his skin, and he rubbed his hands across his chest, enjoying the sensation. Just because he wanted to submit didn't mean he had to make it easy on her. Her eyes twinkled, she knew what he was up to.

Of course, she had plenty of moves of her own. She had always been a worthy opponent. She mimicked his palm's path across her own chest, slipping her hand inside her blouse. She closed her eyes for just a second, and he imaged that she had rolled her nipple between her fingers. A moan escaped his lips.

He unbuttoned the shirt slowly, daring her to continue to mirror his movements. She acquiesced just enough for him to see the black lace of her bra, then stopped and put a finger in her mouth to softly suck.

A lifetime of this would surely kill him, he thought, as he let the slick silk slide down his back and to the floor. But he would die one hell of a happy man. No one, no one ever, had gotten into his soul the way the tiny blonde with the glowing blue eyes did.

His chest was bare, and her face was lit with approval. It made him proud of the time he had spent in the gym, sculpting his muscles, shaping his abs, making his body a perfect offering to her. He reached down to his zipper and was gratified to see her eyes follow as if magnetized. This was no one way endeavor. After tonight, he would own her just as clearly as she owned him.

He teased her with his eyes, sliding his hand into his jeans and cupping himself. His cock did a little happy dance at being noticed, acknowledged. Little Logan was ready to join in the fun, all right. Once again, Veronica mimicked his movements, sliding her hand under her short skirt.

He imagined that wet finger exploring. Was she wearing bikinis? A thong? No underwear at all? His knees nearly buckled at the bolt of arousal that shot through him. He imagined the blonde curls, the taste of her. He swore he could smell the sex of her, even from six feet away, and it made him feel dizzy and drunk.

He pushed the jeans to the floor, kicked them off. His cock bobbed free, showing his love for going commando. The rough feel of the jeans against his sensitive skin had always turned him on. Now his cock was free, pulsing with interest at the slow and deliberate turn of events. Logan stroked himself gently, then leaned against the chair to slowly remove his socks.

Veronica was watching him greedily, sitting forward in her seat so as not to miss a movement. It made him feel enormously important, special, valuable. He had always enjoyed his sexuality, had enjoyed the adoration of the fans, the easy relationship he had with Sindy on the set and the comfortable way their personalities and bodies meshed.

This was something completely different.

His skin seemed to tingle where Veronica's eyes touched it, an electric current making his hair stand on end. He felt as if he were submerged in water. Lethargic, caressed, surrounded. He wanted to move closer to her, but he was trapped. There was need, but no urgency. She was calling the shots, and she would tell him what to do next.

Veronica stood, slowly. She walked to him, close, but not in contact. She examined him from all angles, and he stood still for her, shivering under her hot gaze. Somehow, even though he stood a foot taller, she radiated power. Maybe it was his complete nudity compared to her being fully, though scantily, clad. Maybe it was just the force of her personality, that strength of spirit that had always impressed and attracted him.

"I'm going to touch you," she said simply. Since she didn't give him permission to touch back, he kept his hands at his sides as her soft palms swept across his chest.

"I've missed you," she breathed, and he barely caught the words. His eyes felt hot and he couldn't hold back his answer.

"I've missed you, too." He felt himself sway with the power of his emotion, and she guided him down to his knees, then knelt in front of him. She cupped his face in her hands.

"Mine," she claimed, first with words and then with her tongue. Her kiss went from tender to brutal in a matter of minutes and she pushed him to the floor and straddled him. "Mine, mine, mine."

She kissed and sucked her way down his body, claiming it inch by inch as he lay passive, hands to his side. His cock twitched agreement to her claims, but he didn't move. Not until she told him it was okay.

Her breasts brushed against him, and he knew she was purposely doing it as a tease. The hard pebbles of her nipples, so aroused they poked through her bra and shirt, left fiery trails across his chest, soothed by the cool lapping of her tongue. He was about out of his mind with his need to be inside of her, but the power was all in her hands. That was his choice, and he was sticking to it.

Of course, that didn't rule out a little begging. She was a vicious tease, and she was ignoring the throbbing evidence of his desire to participate. Cruel, cruel girl. A spasm went through him as a lock of her hair trailed across his engorged cock. Had he ever been this hard before? He couldn't remember a time. He was almost faint with the blood loss, as that one organ took the lion's share of the body fluids.

"Please," he whined. "Please..." Still his hands stayed at his sides.

"Please what?" she asked playfully, the hot moisture of her words grazing his cock like a million fingers of torture. Pain and pleasure and denial, oh my.

"Please... touch me..." he begged.

"I am touching you," she grinned, eyes twinkling as her fingertips danced lightly across his spasming abdomen and then tickled their way down to the soft creases of his thighs. Her lips left butterfly kisses all along the sensitive flesh and he clenched his fists to keep from coming. Good god, the woman could make him come just with a few words and faint touches. He breathed in heavily and got himself under control.

"Touch my cock," he pleaded, nearly undone by the hunger in her eyes. "Claim me, god damn it. You said I'm yours."

"I like to torture you," she admitted, and flicked her tongue out to just barely touch his wet tip. His cock jerked and sent out a little spurt of enthusiastic precome. She licked it clean as he moaned incoherently. "Liked that, did you?" she smirked.

"Oh, god yes. I want to be inside you, Veronica. Please, god, any way you want to take me, but I want to be part of you..." He twisted on the floor, knuckles white with the effort it took not to touch her, not to force her mouth down on his cock or flip her over and jam himself inside her.

"Anyway I want to take you?" she asked wickedly. "That does leave a number of pretty options..." She licked his cock again for emphasis. "Sindy gave me a few toys that will help us explore those options later... but for now, I think we should do things the old fashioned way."

Veronica stepped over him, straddling his legs. She pulled a condom out of somewhere. He never did figure out how it magically appeared in her hands, but then he didn't care, because she was rolling it down his cock and he knew he was only seconds away from heaven.

"Oh. My. God." He moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feel of her nimble fingers. Then she was positioning herself over him, still fully clothed. No, wait. He could tell as he slid into her wet entrance that certain items of apparel were missing. "Oh. My. God." He moaned again. She was surely going to kill him, but hopefully it would only be la petit mort, and he was willing to suffer the little death for her again and again.

Veronica began to pump up and down on him and the sensation floored him. He was like a man in the desert for years getting his first drink of water. His hands were still fisted at his sides and he needed to beg again.

"Can I touch you?" he asked, his eyes filled with desire and love. "Please, I want to touch you." Veronica grabbed his hands and spread the palms over her breasts. He pushed her shirt out of the way, rubbed his fingers against the rough lace of her bra. He tugged at her nipples, gratified to hear her happy mewls even as she pounded down on him, pistoning herself to fuck the hell out of him.

His hands slid to her back and he pulled her down to kiss him. He needed the kiss, needed her tongue, needed the intimacy that only she could give. He had been fucked enough in his life, this was about love and a transfer of ownership.

"God, I love you, woman," he said, just as the starbusts went off behind his eyes. Veronica ground herself into him with a cry, then flattened herself against him and fastened her mouth to his.

"Hmmm," she panted after a moment. "I liked that."

"I like you," Logan grinned, in the understatement of the year. "Whaddaya say we make this permanent?"

Veronica looked down at the way they were joined, then joked, "It's fun now and then, but it'd get awfully sticky if it were permanent."

"You..." Logan growled. "I mean us. Ownership. I promise to be faithfully yours forever, and you promise not to beat me."

"Except when you deserve it." Veronica's eyes twinkled.

"Well, the occasional spanking might be..." Logan winked and wiggled an eyebrow. "Called for, but other than that..." Logan stretched and wrapped his arms tightly around her. "Marry me? Do I have to beg again?"

"Nope." Veronica smiled and kissed his nose. "You are definitely a keeper. I love you." She kissed him heartily to seal the deal, then whispered against his lips. "But for the record, you beg very nicely."

jen_knee_suu: Logan's buttjen_knee_suu on January 14th, 2007 06:51 am (UTC)
Umm..my brain is mush. You made it mush and that was hot and I loved it and sex and Logan and porn and Trixx..yeah. How come you didn't have a Logan/Veronica/Trixx 3some? ;) That was freakin amazing!

*looks around and then down to the floor* Do I still get 'birthday' (on the 18th) smutfic? I contemplated forgetting about it..cause yeah..this was reallllly good...but I love your smut..and crave more! *laughs*

I really love all your writing..not just the smut ;)
Olivia Bliviousgertinator on January 14th, 2007 06:58 am (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed. Trixx and I were very amused. And Logan got to wear a leather trench coat. Yum.

Yes, you still get a "birthday" fic and I have evil plans for you, too, so don't worry.

jen_knee_suu: 'Evil' Loganjen_knee_suu on January 14th, 2007 07:00 am (UTC)
Evil plans for me? Wooo! And i would have remembered Logan in a leather trench coat...but you made my brain mushy ;)
WeHo M.: VM - Breathe Meafrocurl on January 14th, 2007 07:09 am (UTC)
Jesus, Gert!

That was way too amusing, and Logan still can't be anything by woobie at the end, can he?

Damn nice work.

Of course, Trixx was teasing me with this today, so I'm happy to see it up, and well, I can't say that I'm disappointed in her cameo in the fic.

I need a cold shower, thanks!
Olivia Bliviousgertinator on January 15th, 2007 08:09 am (UTC)
I can't help it. I like 'em snarky on the outside, and squishy on the inside. *grins*

Glad you were amused. It sure gave me the giggles.
Jessica: WOWsexstarxd_sparrow on January 14th, 2007 07:55 am (UTC)
Wow... I'm all melty and disoriented now. Logan, porn star? *hyperventilates*

Thanks for all the giggles and yummy smut!
Alexisa_h_c on January 14th, 2007 01:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, my God! Okay, this is just too fabulous! I love the BTVS set-up -- made me laugh (I still miss that show) -- Logan as Spike is too cool. And the smut was fantastic! You have a very interesting mind there, and we all get to benefit!
Olivia Bliviousgertinator on January 15th, 2007 08:12 am (UTC)
You have a very interesting mind there

Hee. I'm going to take that as a compliment! Yes, my mind works in strange ways. It all started with Farscape and my admiration for Ben Browder's trenchcoat. Then I had to figure out a way to get Logan into one, and well, who else wears leather trenchcoats but Spike and porn stars? And thus this fic was born...
loving life like a fat kid loves pie: logan/veronica: desirelloydsgurl on January 14th, 2007 07:02 pm (UTC)
You have combined a few of my favorite OTP's into one very hot fic. Quite enjoyable.
earth2marsearth2mars on January 14th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC)
Pike & Muffy--you're hilarious. Of course, this reminded me of how much I miss Spike... :)
shiny4loveshiny4love on January 14th, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
You dirty dirty girl ;)

I loved it funny and hot all at once. Poor Angel he always gets the raw wnd of the stick.

Still my 2 favourite bad boys all in one fic who could ask for more.
Olivia Bliviousgertinator on January 15th, 2007 08:13 am (UTC)
I like to do bad things to Angel almost as much as I like to bash Duncan. *grins*
Lalala623 on January 14th, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
OH my damn! You are truly amazing! This was seriously hot! Logan as a porn star? AND in leather? AND Mistress Trixx? lol..this was great...so hot...Logan begging was seriously hot...and then in the end he was still so sweet...loved it! :)
Jennifer Juniper: VM Tawdryjules_411 on January 15th, 2007 01:43 am (UTC)
Wow, I just about died of laughter a few times by the third paragraph. The names! Oh god the names, Randy Pluto and Sindy Trixx, Pike and Muffy the Vampire Layer.

This whole thing was totally crack!tastic!
love4ever666love4ever666 on January 15th, 2007 02:49 am (UTC)
You know I never thought of Logan as a porn star and I am telling you right now, I think Logan needs a job on the show, and he should really do something he is good at and this is definitly it. Great job. Love the names Pike and Muffy, gotta love it.
(Anonymous) on January 15th, 2007 03:09 am (UTC)
I know this is supposed to be fun crack!fic, but no. I would be horrified if the man I loved turned out to be a porn star. Having sex with random people for a living is not sexy to me, no matter how hot Logan is. I definitely wouldn't have had Veronica's reaction. And I'm no prude, trust me. I've rented plenty of porn in my time. But just, no. This wasn't fun for me at all, sorry. The whole time, I kept hoping it would turn out to be a dream. And yes, I'm a chicken, so I'm commenting anonymously.

For your sake, I'm glad everyone else is enjoying it.
Olivia Bliviousgertinator on January 15th, 2007 08:24 am (UTC)
I have to admit, I find comments like this bewildering. I debated on whether to even respond, but decided I might as well since this will stand in my journal even though this person will probably not come back.

This story was meant entirely as a joke and clearly you did not get it. You should have used their back button sooner. *shrugs* I do admit that the last part got a little more "real" than I intended, but I thought it was pretty obvious from the beginning that it was not meant to be taken seriously.

Personally, I have no interest in porn. I actually am a bit of a prude, and I'm not ashamed of that fact. Maybe that's why I can joke about it. *shrugs again*
douladiva on January 15th, 2007 01:54 pm (UTC)
Logan in Spike's leather? You're brilliant, woman!

I was laughing hysterically through all of this because Logan as a porn star is just almost too on the nose. Very fun! Thanks for posting something that brightened my day.
Olivia Bliviousgertinator on January 15th, 2007 06:13 pm (UTC)
You're welcome. I am all for the spread of leather trenchcoats!
keisha the pretty__barelyalive on January 15th, 2007 04:34 pm (UTC)
i'm too travel weary to appreciate the porn but i do love logan as s/pike. too funny for words. will collapse now.
hiddeneloisehiddeneloise on January 16th, 2007 12:28 am (UTC)
OMG! First of, Rafe Anal? "Muffy the Vampire Layer." Personally, the comedy that is porn industry names and titles never stops being funny to me. And this name? Pure gold! :)

"The guy who played Seraphim? Rafe Anal? He got squashed by some falling lights, spent three days in the hospital and then quit. Management decided not to replace him, his character was such a broody fuck anyway."

Poor Angel! Waaaa! And I can't stop laughing! :)

Oh, but did you have to name the jealous boyfriend Jason Dell? Hee. And oy! :)

You know, as crack fics go, this one is it's own lab. Hysterical. And yet, when it comes down to it (no pun intended) those two just can't stay uninvolved emotionally. Give them crack!fic professions and situations, and they still would insist on getting married in the end. There's just no way to keep them apart. Which is a good thing. :)
InTheVastinthevast on February 7th, 2007 08:46 pm (UTC)
"Come on, Peaches. You were the one who told me I could go pro"

Haha. The only thing better than Logan calling her Peaches was the end. :D
Soda_pop9soda_pop9 on August 2nd, 2008 08:12 am (UTC)
Now that was sexy,

and OMG Muffy and Pike LOL i couldnt stop laughing.
Logan in leather...Yummi!

Great Job i love all your stories.

Keep Rockin!