Not Your Average Lazy Sunday - VM Fic - Rated R

[tommygirl]

Title: Not Your Average Lazy Sunday
Author: Tommygirl/storydivagirl
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rated: R
Summary: Veronica, Logan, and Weevil on a lazy sunday afternoon...
A/N: This is the belated birthday fic for the fabulous ladybug218 who wanted Veronica/Logan/Weevil with at least implied threesome relationship. I did my best but y'all know how *pure* I am. Beta'd by the one and only iamtheenemy. Feedback always appreciated.

Not Your Average Lazy Sunday

There are times in a girl’s life where she finds herself in the middle of things beyond comprehension. And in this case the girl in question is me, Veronica Mars, and sadly, it’s nothing new. Confusion, weirdness, and utterly unbelievable things seem to hone in on me like bees to honey.

But this? This is ridiculous even for me. I thought I had it all figured out, a way to coast by senior year without attracting the trouble I’ve become renowned for. I guess I should’ve known that with my luck something would run that train off its tracks.

And that train is Logan Echolls and the mystery surrounding his run-in with Weevil’s gang on the bridge. It has changed everything.

I could try to blame it on my alcoholic mother or the trauma of nearly being murdered at the hands of a psychotic Hollywood A-Lister, but I know better. After all, I’ve read all the magazines, overrun with articles on the allure of the bad boy and avoiding it at all costs. And I was best friends with Lilly Kane for god’s sake. I am well aware of the dangers of Logan Echolls and Eli Navarro.

Neither is my idea of a dream guy, both better known for things like setting up homeless fighting and running gangs than wooing the female population, but that thought never crosses my mind when I need it to. Instead, I find myself caught up in bizarre moments that leave me breathing heavy and my face flushed from being kissed in that right-there-oh-yes-more-please way.

If my father ever finds out, it will kill him. I highly doubt it’s the type of the thing that endears you to Ivy League colleges either. And while I’m not one to worry about the reactions of my peers, I can only imagine the gossip mill if this one gets out. Dick Casablancas would have a field day.

But here I am, setting myself up for a fall and preparing to go for round three in the game of Veronica, Logan, and Weevil.

**

“We’re not watching the Godfather again,” Weevil stated, glaring in Logan’s direction where he was holding up the DVD case to remove the disc.

Most people were afraid of Weevil, especially when he got that look on his face that screamed that it was his way or suffer the consequences. It never did phase Logan much though, and to prove it, Logan countered, “Would you prefer Labamba again, amigo?”

I rolled my eyes and said, “I know the two of you are unfamiliar with the proper way to treat a lady, but maybe I could pick the movie for once?” I walked over with a tray of the assorted Chinese food we had ordered and placed it on the coffee table. I noticed the amused grins on both Weevil and Logan’s faces and resisted the urge to roll my eyes again. Instead, I settled for, “It’s like the two of you were made for each other.”

“Hardly,” Logan replied.

“Makes me wonder what I’m even doing here.”

“It’s best not to push your luck, V,” Weevil said.

“I think you boys protest too much...” I replied, grinning in their direction. I studied their expressions and added, “...and for two guys who’ve seen each other naked, it’s not quite believable either.”

“That doesn’t mean we’re soulmates...” Logan began.

“...or that we even like each other,” Weevil added.

“Or look at anything that doesn’t involve girl parts,” Logan finished.

I exchanged looks with Weevil and we both started laughing. I shook my head and said, “Girl parts? Is there a word for what’s wrong with you?”

“Turned on.”

My face flushed. “That’s two words.”

“I like the pig-tail look. Do you have a school girl uniform to go with it?” Logan asked.

Weevil gave me the once over and nodded appreciatively. I pretended to be offended, crossing my arms protectively over my chest, and sat down on the sofa. After a few seconds of eerie silence, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was one thing to know that our lazy Sunday would evolve into another...thing...but I wasn’t about to admit it. Or spend too much time thinking about it. It was like really good kisses. If you thought about them too much or tried to plan out the perfect kiss, it backfired and you ended up on the receiving end of slobber to the cheek.

Yeah, I preferred letting things just happen so I didn’t have to overthink it or panic or try to figure out what it meant or…well, this was why focusing on the three of us was bad.

“Can we get back to the topic at hand?” I replied, pretending not to notice the unabashed expression on Logan’s face. The bastard thought he could make me melt with a stupid smirk. Okay, so he usually could, but I wasn’t going to admit that to him. His ego was already large enough to accommodate a small third world nation. I said, “It’s our lazy Sunday, remember? Lazy does not mean fighting. It means watching a good movie and eating Chinese food.” I looked from Logan to Weevil and added, “So what’s it gonna be, boys? Die Hard or Selena?”

“I thought you said good movie, Veronica,” Logan replied.

“My vote is for Selena.”

“Color me surprised, but no thank you,” Logan responded. He glanced at me and said, “Tough guy over there sobs like a little girl through the last fifteen minutes every single time.”

“Keep pushing it, rich boy, and I’ll put you through the front door.”

“I’m not into the S & M stuff, pooky, but I’m sure we can find someone desperate enough down at the Sac ‘n Pack if you have your heart set on it.”

I pointed at the two of them and said, “Oh come on! You bicker like an old married couple. I should just extricate myself from the situation all together and let you guys live your happily-ever-after existence,” I replied. Sometimes it was the simple joy of watching my two favorite, criminally insane boys squirm that got me through the day. Like Cyndi Lauper said, girls just wanna have fun.

“I thought you wanted us to talk about movies?” Weevil countered. He grabbed an egg roll from the tray and shoved it into his mouth. I guessed this was his way of proving his innate manliness to me.

I shrugged. “All I’m saying is that you two use the whole banter as foreplay crutch a whole lot.”

“Die Hard it is,” Logan replied, shoving the movie into the DVD player and sitting down next to me.

I picked at my rice, not really paying attention to Bruce Willis’ brilliant tactics at kicking terrorist ass. I had done a lot of soul searching leading up to this afternoon. I had known what inviting both Weevil and Logan would mean. It would no longer be random life-or-death moments between three unlikely allies and I had to wonder about my own mental stability.

“It would never work between me and Weevil without you,” Logan replied. That was my boy. Fifteen whole minutes without harping on one of my comments.

Weevil groaned. “Are we back to this?”

“I don’t know about you, man, but I happen to love women.”

I hid my grin behind my pint of vegetable fried rice and mumbled, “Who in their right mind would hook up with you?”

“Says the girl who jumped me in the janitor’s closet yesterday morning,” Logan replied with a smirk.

“I think my track record over the past few years has proven that I’m not exactly the sanest girl in Neptune,” I paused and met Logan’s gaze. I shrugged and said, “Besides, the dare was either you or Lamb, and even I have a few standards.”

“Ouch. I’d be wounded if you also hadn’t jumped me in the parking lot later that afternoon.”

Well, he did have me there. I blamed the hormones for that one though. It was one of those steamy days and Logan’s clothes had been clinging to his chest and…hormones took over. I shrugged and said, “The two of you should just admit that you love each other. This macho, we-really-hate-each-other crap is getting old.”

“We all like each other. Together,” Weevil replied, draping his arm over my shoulder.

“I bet he says that to all his gang members,” Logan replied, clutching his chest and batting his eyelashes.

Weevil leaned across me and smacked Logan upside the head. He pointed his finger in Logan’s face and replied, “Didn’t I warn you?”

Logan swatted Weevil’s finger away and said, “You’re a real jackass.”

Weevil jumped out of his seat and moved toward Logan. He hovered over him and said, “Says the son of a psycho. I guess you would know.”

Logan followed Weevil’s lead and jumped out of his seat, practically pressing his chest against Weevil’s. There was nothing like testosterone-charged insanity to turn a girl on. What else was I going to do but stand up and wedge myself between the two idiots?

And that was when things moved from lazy Sunday watching movies to the types of stories guys tell their girlfriends just to get them to make out with other girls. Before I could wrap my brain around the shift in the air, Logan’s mouth was covering my own while Weevil’s lips went to work on my shoulders and the base of my neck.

I managed a moment of coherence despite the fact that my brain was in the process of turning to mush. I pulled back from Logan and asked, “What are we doing?”

Logan smiled and Weevil whispered, “It is what it is, V.”

Before I could say anything else, Logan kissed me again. And...

**

What? You expect the sordid details? There’s about as much chance of that happening as there is of Celeste Kane growing a heart. In other words, don’t hold your breath. I’m not the kiss-and-tell sort of girl.

But I’m pretty sure Lilly would be damn proud of me.

While I doubt this thing between the three of us can be classified as good or healthy, I think it’s what we all need right now. And that has to count for something, right? So I’ve decided to stop worrying about it, or overanalyzing every single second we spend together, or looking for things that aren’t there. As Weevil says, “It is what it is.”

That’ll have to do for now.

{Fin}