She kissed him because she wanted to, because she wanted to say thank you and because for a moment she forgot that she hated him now. For just a moment, she remembered when they were friends, when he would defend her against anyone who dared to be rude to her, even if they were just repeating things he’d said as a joke. It had been so good to be his friend, so perfect – Logan and Lilly, Veronica and Duncan, always and forever. She’d lost all of it, and for a moment it was back, and he was her friend again.
Except that something changed. She’d touched her lips to his cheek countless times over the years; hugs and kisses were part of who she’d been, part of the Veronica Mars that believed in pep squads and the friendship of the 09ers and that the world was fair. She didn’t know what made this different, just that it was, and she was trapped for a moment trying to figure out, her curiosity holding her still.
Was it the way his breath caught, if just a little, then still a little? Maybe it was the slight stiffening of his body, the tension that crept into his back and shoulders so that he stood so straight he made her feel even shorter. Maybe it was the way his eyes widened a fraction, drawing attention to the intensity with which he was looking at her. Was he offended? Shocked? Or was it something else, something that she’d never seen from him before, at least not directed at her, at least not that she’d ever have admitted?
It was shocking when he kissed her. Not just because she didn’t expect it, although she didn’t, not even when his lips were descending on hers with deliberate, inexorable intensity. Not because she didn’t want him to, although that she did want him to kiss her would surprise her later, when she could think about it. Instead it was shocking simply because it felt so good, so right, and nothing else mattered. Lilly was forgotten, Duncan wasn’t thought of, the whole past year of bitterness and hatred melted away, and even the years of friendship before that disappeared.
All that there was at that moment was Logan, and if she had any sense, she would be frightened by it. Shock should have given way to panic and disgust, not to a melting sweetness that wasn’t even cheapened by taking place at a seedy motel in front of anyone who happened to be passing by. Her gallant knight, imperfect in so many ways, had still ridden to Camelot to rescue her. Surely that excused a momentary lapse of sanity?
She finally broke away when she realized how very much she wanted to believe her own thoughts, the insanity brought on by the feeling of his breath on her face and his hands caressing her. Did she manage to seem normal as she left him? But what was normal now, now that down was up and front was back and Duncan’s girlfriend had been kissed by Lilly’s boyfriend and it had felt like magic?
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She kissed him because she wanted to, because she wanted to say thank you and because for a moment she forgot that she hated him now. For just a moment, she remembered when they were friends, when he would defend her against anyone who dared to be rude to her, even if they were just repeating things he’d said as a joke. It had been so good to be his friend, so perfect – Logan and Lilly, Veronica and Duncan, always and forever. She’d lost all of it, and for a moment it was back, and he was her friend again.
Except that something changed. She’d touched her lips to his cheek countless times over the years; hugs and kisses were part of who she’d been, part of the Veronica Mars that believed in pep squads and the friendship of the 09ers and that the world was fair. She didn’t know what made this different, just that it was, and she was trapped for a moment trying to figure out, her curiosity holding her still.
Was it the way his breath caught, if just a little, then still a little? Maybe it was the slight stiffening of his body, the tension that crept into his back and shoulders so that he stood so straight he made her feel even shorter. Maybe it was the way his eyes widened a fraction, drawing attention to the intensity with which he was looking at her. Was he offended? Shocked? Or was it something else, something that she’d never seen from him before, at least not directed at her, at least not that she’d ever have admitted?
It was shocking when he kissed her. Not just because she didn’t expect it, although she didn’t, not even when his lips were descending on hers with deliberate, inexorable intensity. Not because she didn’t want him to, although that she did want him to kiss her would surprise her later, when she could think about it. Instead it was shocking simply because it felt so good, so right, and nothing else mattered. Lilly was forgotten, Duncan wasn’t thought of, the whole past year of bitterness and hatred melted away, and even the years of friendship before that disappeared.
All that there was at that moment was Logan, and if she had any sense, she would be frightened by it. Shock should have given way to panic and disgust, not to a melting sweetness that wasn’t even cheapened by taking place at a seedy motel in front of anyone who happened to be passing by. Her gallant knight, imperfect in so many ways, had still ridden to Camelot to rescue her. Surely that excused a momentary lapse of sanity?
She finally broke away when she realized how very much she wanted to believe her own thoughts, the insanity brought on by the feeling of his breath on her face and his hands caressing her. Did she manage to seem normal as she left him? But what was normal now, now that down was up and front was back and Duncan’s girlfriend had been kissed by Lilly’s boyfriend and it had felt like magic?