Title: Crazy Little Thing Called Love (1/3)
Author: Sarah :)
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica, Dick
Rating: R (for some sexin')
Spoilers: Through 2x22, Not Pictured, just to be safe, but nothing specific. This is futurefic!
Word Count: 2,499
Summary: Logan and Veronica and domesticity, oh my!
Disclaimer: Not mine. Duh.
Thanks: In addition to betaing this, herowlness has offered MASSIVE amounts of support and plotting talk, especially since I've been out of the VM fic game for a while. You have been SO MUCH HELP, Lizzy:) Thank you a billionfold!
Final notes: This is 100 for rowanceleste, who bought me for the Sweet Charity auction (I AM A HO, GUYS!). She wanted future L/V in a healthy, committed relationship, along with some smut, and asked that it be kind of long (which...I tried!). My Mandyverse worked perfectly (and this'll make way more sense if you've read the rest), so there you go. Anita, it has been SO LONG since I've written any VM fic, and I really, really hope that you enjoy:)

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"No way, Logan. No. Way." Veronica eyed her husband warily. "This is a joke, right? Let me guess - Dick's idea?"

Logan frowned. "What's the problem, Veronica? It's just one night, and it's for - "

"I swear to God, if you say it's for a good cause one more time, I'm going to..." Veronica threatened, trailing off as her six-year old daughter walked into the room, causing her to quickly switch her tone when addressing her child. "I thought you and Sammy were playing together, sweetie. What's up?"

Mandy scrunched her face up in disgust. "Sammy and I were. We were playin' in his playpen, and then he looked at me all funny, and then...Ewww!" The little girl spread her arms wide to show the dark, wet stain that covered the front of her shirt. "He throwed up on me! Get it off me, Mommy!"

"Oh, honey." Trying to bite back a smile, Veronica gathered Mandy in her arms. "Let's go and get you all cleaned up, okay?"

" 'Kay," Mandy said, looking back into the living room and sniffling. "Why would he do that to me, Mommy? Doesn't Sammy love me? I love him lots, and I'd never barf all over him. That's yucky!"

Logan reached over and ran a comforting hand on her head, smoothing her long blonde hair. "He didn't do it on purpose, Mandy. Sammy's still a baby, and he can't control it." Raising an eyebrow at his daughter, he grinned. "As I recall, it's not just babies who have trouble controlling it. I remember an incident after a certain movie marathon where a certain little girl ate too much candy and did something very similar to my favorite shirt."

Mandy gasped in surprise. "Daddy! That was 'posed to be a secret! You promised not to tell!"

Logan mimed locking his lips and throwing away a key. "It'll never happen again. Just take it easy on your brother, okay?"

"Fine," Mandy sighed, wriggling in Veronica's arms. "But it smells really bad!"

Veronica moved to leave the kitchen but turned back to Logan right before exiting the room. "Don't think that this conversation is over, Logan. Not by a long shot."

"You're not going to change my mind. Besides, I already signed up for it - even if I wanted out, they're already counting on me."

"Well, I'm really glad that the club can count on you, since I can't seem to," Veronica bit out. "And, hey, when it's over, at least you'll have someone to complain to when you're sleeping on the couch."

"Veronica, don't you think you're taking this a little too - "

"I have to go and get Mandy ready for school." She left quickly, leaving a frustrated Logan alone in the kitchen.

"Women," he muttered, going to the playpen to scoop up his son. "Take it from me, kid. There's no pleasing them." Sighing deeply, he cuddled the child into his chest, looking down at him cautiously.

"This is a new shirt, buddy, so don't even think about it."

--

"That sucks, man. Now you see why I got rid of the little woman? Nothing but trouble."

"Dick." Logan looked at his friend, exasperated. "I'm not going to divorce Veronica because she doesn't want me to do it. I just don't get it."

"Seriously. It's just a stupid charity auction. Who cares if people are going to shell out cash to spend a night with you? Although, if some hot rich chick bought you? That'd be totally sweet."

Logan sighed. "I think you're missing the point. As usual."

Dick looked up from his plate, a portion of his hamburger hanging out of his mouth. "Mmmph?"

"My point exactly."

"Then explain, dude. You're not making any sense. You're doing the auction even though she doesn't want you to when you know it makes her mad, and then you don't know what to do because she's freaking out on you. Seems pretty simple to me." Going off of Logan's raised eyebrow, Dick shrugged. "If you want to keep your woman happy, lose the charity gig. End of story. Why are we still talking about this?"

Frowning, Logan stared at Dick. "Now I know I need help. That almost made sense."

"The Dickster tells it like it is. Tell me again why you can't just drop out and make Veronica happy?"

"She's my wife, Dick, not my keeper! What, she doesn't even trust me enough to spend one night with a woman who isn't her? It's not like anything would happen. We've been married for seven years, and we dated for years before that, and she's just..."

"Acting like Veronica?" Dick offered.

Logan huffed out an annoyed breath. "Yeah. But I'm not backing down on this one. She'll just have to deal with it."

Dick let out a low whistle. "Looks like you finally grew a pair. It's about time, dude. Anyway," he said, taking a huge gulp of his beer and letting out a loud belch, "do you want to go to the playground after work tomorrow?"

"What?"

Dick shrugged, looking almost embarrassed. "I've got Tina until next weekend. The ex has a business trip or something. I thought it'd be fun - get the kids together, out of the house, you know. But, hey, if you're too busy scoring with random hot chicks, never mind. Priorities and all, right?"

"No, it's fine." Logan smiled. "Just, wow, Dick. You almost sounded like a father there."

"Just for that, you can pay for lunch, asshole," Dick grumbled good-naturedly, tossing the check towards Logan.

--

"Mommy's home!" Mandy shouted, running to the front door to greet Veronica. "Hi, Mommy!"

"Hi, honey. What's up?"

"Daddy and Sammy and I are watching The Little Mermaid. It's the bestest movie ever. Even Sammy thinks so, and he's a boy," the girl exclaimed breathlessly, dragging her mother over to where Logan sat with the baby.

"Sounds like you guys have had quite a night."

"We have." Logan eyed Veronica warily. "Where've you been? You should have been home hours ago."

"I know." Veronica reached over and plucked her son out of Logan's arms, bouncing him gently up and down. "I was all set to leave, but then the paperwork for the McMahon case came in, so I had to stick around to get it all sorted. It was your turn, by the way." She collapsed bonelessly into an armchair. "You totally owe me."

He rolled his eyes, moving over so Mandy could climb onto the couch with him. "Fine. I'll take care of the Breckinridge account tomorrow." He smiled as Veronica pumped her fist in the air weakly, still sprawled out in the chair. "Are you still mad at me?" He asked quickly, trying to gauge her reaction.

"Logan--" Veronica warned. "Later. After the K-I-D-S are A-S-L-E-E-P, okay?"

"Mommy!" Mandy broke in. "Don't do that. I wanna know!" She pouted. "Ever since you and Daddy started spelling things, Dick doesn't like my stories as much anymore. Why?"

Logan snorted. "Trust me, sweetheart, that's a good thing. Dick's too much of a perv for his own good."

"What's a perv?" Mandy asked curiously.

Veronica smothered a laugh as Logan shook his head. "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

"Daddy, tell me!"

"I'll tell you when you're older."

Mandy crossed her arms over her chest, a large frown plastered on her face. "That's not fair! That's what you always say! I'll just ask someone else then. Grandpa will tell me!"

"Note to self: Don't invite Dad over for the next few days," Veronica muttered under her breath.

"Mandy, honey, you're missing the movie." Logan tried to distract his daughter. "Look, it's your favorite part. Wanna sing along?"

"Okay!" She squealed happily, as both parents exhaled a breath, knowing they dodged yet another bullet.

Still gently nestled in Veronica's arms, Sammy began squirming around and babbling a string of nonsensical words.

"Listen to Sammy. He's singing, too," Logan told Mandy, reaching over to tickle her feet.

"Daddy, Sammy can't sing! He can't even talk yet," Mandy scolded.

The baby picked that moment to peer out at his father, giggling uncontrollably. "Dada!" Sammy shouted gleefully, clapping his hands and looking at Logan. "Dada!"

"Sammy! You TALKED. Say my name next! Say my name next!" Mandy hopped off of the couch and ran over to her brother, eyes wide with excitement. "Do it, Sammy! Who's the bestest sister in the whole world?"

"Dada!" Sammy replied.

Mandy scowled. "Don't be stupid, Sammy. I am!"

Veronica turned to Logan, her face slightly downcast. "Wow. You're his first word."

"Veronica," Logan sighed. "You've read the same books I have. You know it's easier for babies to say 'dada' than 'mama.'"

"I know, I know." Veronica shrugged. "At least it's better than Mandy's first word, right?"

Mandy bounced up and down on the ground next to Veronica's chair. "What was my first word, Mommy? Was it something cool? Like cookie? Or supercalafragilisticexpealadocious?"

Logan chuckled and hid his face behind his hand. "She's the only baby I know of that could say F-U-C-K from the cradle. Our Mandy's one-of-a-kind, isn't she?"

--

"Ma'am?" The figure seated at the reception desk looked up eagerly. "I just called and rescheduled the two o'clock like you asked, and I faxed off the Breckinridge papers. Is there anything else you need?"

Smiling tiredly, Veronica sat down at her desk and leaned back heavily in her chair. "Not at the moment. Thanks for taking care of everything while I was out."

He nodded enthusiastically. "Anything for you, boss. What's on the agenda for the rest of the day?"

Veronica closed her eyes and yawed. "It's been a long day, my head is pounding, and my husband won't listen to reason. I think I'm calling it a night."

"Oh. Well." He stepped up behind Veronica and placed his hands on her shoulders, massaging them gently. "We could always put something else on the agenda."

"Well," Veronica bit her lip as she considered his proposition, apparently deep in thought. "I don't know..."

"No one will ever have to know," he whispered. "And you're just so tense. I could help with that." Throwing his suit jacket to the ground and loosening his tie, Veronica's secretary spun her desk chair around so they were facing each other eye-to-eye. "You know, I've always wanted to see how sturdy that desk was."

Veronica snorted, taking some of the heat out of his smoldering glance. "Seriously, that's the best you could do? That is such a line."

He shrugged. "I never was much of a talker. I always preferred doing. In fact - "

"Don't you dare go there. Way too cheesy," Veronica groaned, dropping her head into her hands. "Look, you want it, I want it, so let's just get to the part where we're both naked and getting it."

"Works for me."

The pair quickly slipped out of their clothes, casually throwing them around the small office. Veronica took the initiative and with one broad sweep, cleared the clutter that littered the top of her desk. Pushing him down on the wood surface, she smiled saucily.

"Now this is more like it." Not waiting for any type of response, she straddled him, combing her fingers through his dark hair before gingerly lowering herself on top of him. Both groaned in deep satisfaction as soon as he was sheathed within Veronica, and she bit her lip and winked down at him before lifting herself up and dropping back down, riding him at a blistering pace.

"Fuck," he moaned. "Your husband is one lucky guy. He probably feels really, really bad for pissing you off so much."

"Yeah?" Veronica grunted, her body still grinding into the one below her. "Yeah, just like that!" she yelled as he grabbed her hips and began thrusting fiercely into her. "Do you think he was ever going to tell me that, or did he just assume I knew?"

"Maybe he just - Christ, Veronica! Yeah." He gripped her hips tightly to still her movements, then flipped her over and began pounding into her roughly, each upstroke causing the desk to thump into the wall. "Maybe he didn't know how to tell you. You're not always the easiest person to - fuck - talk to."

"Harder, please!" Veronica begged. "And fuck you! There's nothing hard about – God, yes - talking to me!"

"Mmm, I think I'd rather fuck you," he whispered huskily, leaning down to nip at her neck. "In fact, less talk, more fuck, please." Bringing their lips together in a bruising kiss, he silenced any response Veronica might have made. Both of them were quickly losing any semblance of control, and it wasn't long before Veronica gasped out her orgasm, leading her partner to do the same.

Several minutes passed in silence as the two caught their breath.

"Oh my GOD, that was good," Veronica mumbled, draping her arm across her forehead. "Wow. How was that so good?"

"You know why." He kissed her soundly on the lips and, in a single movement, hefted her off of the desk and deposited her on the nearby couch.

"Mmmm. Yeah, I guess I do." Raising an eyebrow, she motioned for him to come and join her on the almost too-narrow cushions. "Well, come on, then. You contributed to the make-up sex, too."

He grinned. "I'd say I hate it when we fight, except when this is the result, well, it's not so bad."

"Yeah, yeah. You're still not off of the hook. You do realize that I'm just not going to be okay with this, right?"

He grunted and squeezed in next to her, rolling her so she was situated on top of his body. "Only if you realize that you have nothing to worry about. But, seriously, Veronica. Can you play the secretary next time? My manliness is feeling all compromised again."

Veronica rolled her eyes and snuggled into the couch further. "God, Logan, you're such a baby. It's not my fault you look so adorable at the reception desk."

Logan raised an eyebrow at this, carefully shifting so he was facing his wife. "That's why we just had totally hot sex at the office? So you could see me at the desk?"

Veronica grinned, attempting to hide her smile in his bare chest. "Maybe. Now shut up and enjoy the afterglow, darling. Dad's only on babysitting duty for another hour."

"Good point." Logan ran his hand through Veronica's now-unruly hair, and began planting small kisses along her jaw line. "You know, there are a few things I could think of that might make that hour go a little faster."

"Hmm?" Veronica questioned, smoothing her hands across the expanse of Logan's back. "I do believe I require evidence before ruling in this case, Mr. Echolls."

"Anything you say, Mrs. Echolls."

Keith never asked why he ended up babysitting for an extra two hours that night. He was used to it.

(TBC...)