Fic: Use Your Bones For Kindling (Lilly/Logan) R
Title: Use Your Bones For Kindling
Author: Sorcha
Pairing/Character: Lilly/Logan (Fab Four)
Word Count: 1635
Rating: R
Summary: She's been dying and I've been drinking
Spoilers: 1x01. If you've seen the Pilot you're good
Warnings: Sex, adult language and drug-use
She's been dying and I've been drinking.
****
"Loooooogan," she purrs into the phone. "Logan, come over."
"Lilly?" he mumbles sleepily into the receiver. There's sleep-dust in his eyes and Logan had thought the ringing was his morning alarm. Not his late night booty call.
"Uh, duh. Who else would it be, dumbass?" She laughs at him, her voice tinkling. It rolls smoothly from inside her jaw.
"Yeah, now I wanna get out of bed and drive across town," he replies gruffly. Logan flops over, falling onto his stomach with his face pressed tight into a pillow.
"I'll make it worth your while," she pleads with slinky promise. And because she never, ever, ever pleads Lilly has to add with a snap, "Anyway, I'm, like, three minutes away. And I can't sleep."
"I was asleep," Logan complains.
"Wouldn't you rather not-sleep with me?" she teases.
"I'd rather sleep with you, Lil."
"Oh, Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm totally not wearing any underwear."
"I'll be there in five."
****
Smokywarm sensations wrap around Logan. The joint hangs between his fingers, sickly smoke spiraling away. Dick extends a leg to give Logan a swift kick to the shin.
"Dude, stop bogarting!"
Duncan chuckles across the room where he is spread along a sofa on his back.
There is something ritual about sharing a joint. It doesn't matter that the room contains more than enough weed for all the stragglers to have one each. That isn't how it's done. Logan's parties are the kind that usually peter out into a small group of remainders smoking down. Logan is the kind of guy who accidentally hotboxes a room without noticing. It has led to more than one reprimanding from his father on trips when his parents returned home early.
Lilly pushes into the room, scrunching up her nose at all the smoke. When she realises what it is her eyes go wide like saucers and a stretchy smile pulls itself across her face. "Oh my God, it totally stinks in here." Bounding over to Logan, she slips down to wiggle into his lap. "Gimme!" she demands, stealing the wrap of burning paper from between Logan's pliant fingers.
"Hey!" Dick cries.
Logan rolls his eyes and extracting one hand from around Lilly he throws the tobacco packet holding all the supplies across the floor at Dick. The other boy starts eagerly rolling and Lilly offers the joint back to Logan for a draw, holding it up close to his lips. He shakes his head lazily. "Keep it."
"Aww, thank you baby," she sing-songs. She plants her chin firmly on his shoulder, looking up into hazy blood-shot eyes. "Y'know we should totally take this party somewhere private." She blows sweet smoke in his face.
"We're in my bedroom," he breathes heavily.
"Yeeeah. But so's my idiot brother and all your moron friends! Unless you, like, wanna get off in front of them," Lilly stage-whispers. Just loud enough to make a scene without really getting caught. They know she's talking about them, they just don't know what she's saying into Logan's ear.
"Dude, is Lilly being kinky?" Dick looks up from carefully laying out the tobacco across a skin.
"When isn't she?" Logan scoffs, half a grin peeling his lips.
Lilly smirks, smacking a palm across his thigh. "Like you don't love it!"
****
"God, Logan. Stop being such a drama queen!" she says in a tone that tells him she definitely thinks he's an asshole.
Logan's eyes feel wet and warm and doused in vinegar so he tells her "Fuck you!" and takes off in his very own yellow submarine, cruising seventy-five down a residential area hoping to fuck someone picks him up and gives him a reason to explode.
****
Lilly lets her head loll backwards as she swings on the breakfast bar stool, attempting to see Duncan standing behind her. An exaggerated sigh thrusts from her lips. "How dare she try and ground me right before Spring Fling?"
"Because she found you getting stoned with Logan," he mutters disinterestedly, raiding the over-sized fridge for something other than skimmed milk and protein drinks.
"You were totally stoned that night too!"
Duncan stops, turning to face his sister's insistent frown. "Yeah," he observes, "but I wasn't giving Logan a blowjob in the kitchen." Duncan looks to the stool she's sitting on, the counter she's sitting by, the fridge he's searching in and suddenly realises he doesn't know exactly where that act was taking place. He's sure Celeste has bleach-bombed the surfaces by now.
"You know, that'd be totally hot if you weren't my brother and all."
"Ew, Lilly! Shutup!"
****
"No way!" Veronica cries.
"Way! Duncan might be a total idiot but he knows hot and you're it, Veronica Mars."
"Lilly, no..."
"Come on! Look at the hotness that is you. You're smoking! If I was a lesbian I'd totally do you."
Veronica giggles through her gasp. Lilly is sprawled across her bed in underwear and it's a little unnerving. The stomach showing, the tops of breasts. Lilly rubs her palms up and down her thighs aggressively. "Man, I need to moisturise like, stat!"
Veronica swallows, watching Lilly reach for the tube of white goo.
****
"Ew, gag me! Celeste is on a total rampage."
"What did you do now?"
"Veronica! Are you insinuating that I have done something I shouldn't? Just because mommy dearest has a stick permanently lodged up her ass does not mean I'm wrong!"
"Come on, Lilly."
"What? She found, like, condoms or something and now Logan can't come to the house, like, ever again. It's so totally Draconian! What is this? The middle ages? It's not like they were used."
"Ew! Lilly!"
"Oh, stop it. Like Duncan's not getting your panties in a twist!"
"Lilly!"
"Hah. You're so cute, Veronica."
****
"Oh my God, Logan. Do you, like, wanna be the pot or the kettle right now?"
"What the fuck, Lilly?"
"You screwed around on me too."
"I kissed someone!" he defends loudly. "It's not exactly the same as letting the entire soccer team finger you after practise."
"Ew," she says with obvious distaste. "The soccer team, really, Logan?"
"Oh, so it's just bikers then?" he spits out.
"What can I say, honey? Greased up men with motors, they're fierce. Maybe if you could keep up with m--"
"Fuck you, Lilly! Fuck. You."
****
"I thought you were going to get back together with Logan?"
"Oh yeah, in like ten zillion years maybe. Logan's a dick."
"Sure, and next week you guys'll get caught in the girls' bathroom."
"Logan is so old news. I'm way over him," Lilly decides with a definite nod.
Veronica rolls her eyes, her entire head moving with the motion. She rocks with it like a boat tied to the shore, moved by her conviction. "You'll so be making out in the quad by Thursday," she predicts.
"Trust me, Veronica. Logan is like so 8th grade!"
****
"Hey, baby," she coos. One hand reaches out for Logan's hand, pulling him down to her. Logan grants Lilly a quick, smacking kiss before settling behind her on the bleachers, his knees cradling her shoulders.
"Mmm..." He grins self-indulgently. "Good morning, sunshine!"
"God, Logan," Lilly giggles. "You're such a gay sometimes!"
"Oh. Oh. Now I feel the need to disprove that slander." His hands sneak down to her waist, administering a sharp pinch before he begins to tickle her mercilessly. Lilly squeals, swatting at him as she wriggles around in his arms, trying to put a stop to the assault.
"Logan!" Her plump lips press together deliberately before Lilly kisses him with wide eyes. Her nose twitches when she smiles, making her appear deceptively kittenish. Settling back against Logan's chest she turns to take in Veronica's averted gaze and Duncan rolling his eyes.
"I do not need PDA this early," Duncan grumbles.
"Lucky you're not getting any then, D." Logan winks and Veronica only blushes harder.
****
She presses her fingertips to her temples, closing her eyes in concentration. Everyone's focus softly directed at her. "Veronica Mars, you are wearing white cotton panties," Lilly decides.
Veronica is suspiciously quiet.
"Am I right or am I right?"
"Well?" Logan nudges her. "Are you? Share with the class, Veronica. No holding out on us now."
Lilly rolls her eyes. "Oh yeah, mister Calvin Kleins, cause you're not predictable."
"Hey, hey, hey. I believe Miss Mars was about to confirm her choice of undergarments." Logan reaches around his girlfriend, plastering a hand over her mouth." No interrupting."
Lilly bites down on the fleshy palm, cause Logan to pull back sharply. "Ew, perv. Like you need anymore fodder for the rotation."
****
"Oh. Ohhh, you're so good baby. There, right there."
"Hell, Lilly," he laughs. "You going for porn star?"
"Oh yeah." She stretches out a little further, pushes her hips up a little harder. He groans.
****
Logan pulls the ugly zebra throw around his shoulders tighter, vodka singing in his veins, the bottle swinging from his fingers. He doesn't know what she looks like anymore and nobody's talking to him about it. There is buzz and fuss around the Kane estate and hollow silence in his own. His chest itches with a feeling that can't get out.
"Hey baby, baby. You know I love you, right? It's just that sometimes we're so not good for each other, trust me. I totally love you though, you're like, you're awesome, Logan."
He hears these words breathing through his brain; twisting through his blood stream and wrapping round his heart, pulling tight to gift wrap his lungs in tight, shiny ideas. He hears these words and they're not her at all. And all that's left of the Lilly he had is a bonfire, dry starchy bones that someone will grind down.
Author: Sorcha
Pairing/Character: Lilly/Logan (Fab Four)
Word Count: 1635
Rating: R
Summary: She's been dying and I've been drinking
Spoilers: 1x01. If you've seen the Pilot you're good
Warnings: Sex, adult language and drug-use
She's been dying and I've been drinking.
****
"Loooooogan," she purrs into the phone. "Logan, come over."
"Lilly?" he mumbles sleepily into the receiver. There's sleep-dust in his eyes and Logan had thought the ringing was his morning alarm. Not his late night booty call.
"Uh, duh. Who else would it be, dumbass?" She laughs at him, her voice tinkling. It rolls smoothly from inside her jaw.
"Yeah, now I wanna get out of bed and drive across town," he replies gruffly. Logan flops over, falling onto his stomach with his face pressed tight into a pillow.
"I'll make it worth your while," she pleads with slinky promise. And because she never, ever, ever pleads Lilly has to add with a snap, "Anyway, I'm, like, three minutes away. And I can't sleep."
"I was asleep," Logan complains.
"Wouldn't you rather not-sleep with me?" she teases.
"I'd rather sleep with you, Lil."
"Oh, Logan?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm totally not wearing any underwear."
"I'll be there in five."
****
Smokywarm sensations wrap around Logan. The joint hangs between his fingers, sickly smoke spiraling away. Dick extends a leg to give Logan a swift kick to the shin.
"Dude, stop bogarting!"
Duncan chuckles across the room where he is spread along a sofa on his back.
There is something ritual about sharing a joint. It doesn't matter that the room contains more than enough weed for all the stragglers to have one each. That isn't how it's done. Logan's parties are the kind that usually peter out into a small group of remainders smoking down. Logan is the kind of guy who accidentally hotboxes a room without noticing. It has led to more than one reprimanding from his father on trips when his parents returned home early.
Lilly pushes into the room, scrunching up her nose at all the smoke. When she realises what it is her eyes go wide like saucers and a stretchy smile pulls itself across her face. "Oh my God, it totally stinks in here." Bounding over to Logan, she slips down to wiggle into his lap. "Gimme!" she demands, stealing the wrap of burning paper from between Logan's pliant fingers.
"Hey!" Dick cries.
Logan rolls his eyes and extracting one hand from around Lilly he throws the tobacco packet holding all the supplies across the floor at Dick. The other boy starts eagerly rolling and Lilly offers the joint back to Logan for a draw, holding it up close to his lips. He shakes his head lazily. "Keep it."
"Aww, thank you baby," she sing-songs. She plants her chin firmly on his shoulder, looking up into hazy blood-shot eyes. "Y'know we should totally take this party somewhere private." She blows sweet smoke in his face.
"We're in my bedroom," he breathes heavily.
"Yeeeah. But so's my idiot brother and all your moron friends! Unless you, like, wanna get off in front of them," Lilly stage-whispers. Just loud enough to make a scene without really getting caught. They know she's talking about them, they just don't know what she's saying into Logan's ear.
"Dude, is Lilly being kinky?" Dick looks up from carefully laying out the tobacco across a skin.
"When isn't she?" Logan scoffs, half a grin peeling his lips.
Lilly smirks, smacking a palm across his thigh. "Like you don't love it!"
****
"God, Logan. Stop being such a drama queen!" she says in a tone that tells him she definitely thinks he's an asshole.
Logan's eyes feel wet and warm and doused in vinegar so he tells her "Fuck you!" and takes off in his very own yellow submarine, cruising seventy-five down a residential area hoping to fuck someone picks him up and gives him a reason to explode.
****
Lilly lets her head loll backwards as she swings on the breakfast bar stool, attempting to see Duncan standing behind her. An exaggerated sigh thrusts from her lips. "How dare she try and ground me right before Spring Fling?"
"Because she found you getting stoned with Logan," he mutters disinterestedly, raiding the over-sized fridge for something other than skimmed milk and protein drinks.
"You were totally stoned that night too!"
Duncan stops, turning to face his sister's insistent frown. "Yeah," he observes, "but I wasn't giving Logan a blowjob in the kitchen." Duncan looks to the stool she's sitting on, the counter she's sitting by, the fridge he's searching in and suddenly realises he doesn't know exactly where that act was taking place. He's sure Celeste has bleach-bombed the surfaces by now.
"You know, that'd be totally hot if you weren't my brother and all."
"Ew, Lilly! Shutup!"
****
"No way!" Veronica cries.
"Way! Duncan might be a total idiot but he knows hot and you're it, Veronica Mars."
"Lilly, no..."
"Come on! Look at the hotness that is you. You're smoking! If I was a lesbian I'd totally do you."
Veronica giggles through her gasp. Lilly is sprawled across her bed in underwear and it's a little unnerving. The stomach showing, the tops of breasts. Lilly rubs her palms up and down her thighs aggressively. "Man, I need to moisturise like, stat!"
Veronica swallows, watching Lilly reach for the tube of white goo.
****
"Ew, gag me! Celeste is on a total rampage."
"What did you do now?"
"Veronica! Are you insinuating that I have done something I shouldn't? Just because mommy dearest has a stick permanently lodged up her ass does not mean I'm wrong!"
"Come on, Lilly."
"What? She found, like, condoms or something and now Logan can't come to the house, like, ever again. It's so totally Draconian! What is this? The middle ages? It's not like they were used."
"Ew! Lilly!"
"Oh, stop it. Like Duncan's not getting your panties in a twist!"
"Lilly!"
"Hah. You're so cute, Veronica."
****
"Oh my God, Logan. Do you, like, wanna be the pot or the kettle right now?"
"What the fuck, Lilly?"
"You screwed around on me too."
"I kissed someone!" he defends loudly. "It's not exactly the same as letting the entire soccer team finger you after practise."
"Ew," she says with obvious distaste. "The soccer team, really, Logan?"
"Oh, so it's just bikers then?" he spits out.
"What can I say, honey? Greased up men with motors, they're fierce. Maybe if you could keep up with m--"
"Fuck you, Lilly! Fuck. You."
****
"I thought you were going to get back together with Logan?"
"Oh yeah, in like ten zillion years maybe. Logan's a dick."
"Sure, and next week you guys'll get caught in the girls' bathroom."
"Logan is so old news. I'm way over him," Lilly decides with a definite nod.
Veronica rolls her eyes, her entire head moving with the motion. She rocks with it like a boat tied to the shore, moved by her conviction. "You'll so be making out in the quad by Thursday," she predicts.
"Trust me, Veronica. Logan is like so 8th grade!"
****
"Hey, baby," she coos. One hand reaches out for Logan's hand, pulling him down to her. Logan grants Lilly a quick, smacking kiss before settling behind her on the bleachers, his knees cradling her shoulders.
"Mmm..." He grins self-indulgently. "Good morning, sunshine!"
"God, Logan," Lilly giggles. "You're such a gay sometimes!"
"Oh. Oh. Now I feel the need to disprove that slander." His hands sneak down to her waist, administering a sharp pinch before he begins to tickle her mercilessly. Lilly squeals, swatting at him as she wriggles around in his arms, trying to put a stop to the assault.
"Logan!" Her plump lips press together deliberately before Lilly kisses him with wide eyes. Her nose twitches when she smiles, making her appear deceptively kittenish. Settling back against Logan's chest she turns to take in Veronica's averted gaze and Duncan rolling his eyes.
"I do not need PDA this early," Duncan grumbles.
"Lucky you're not getting any then, D." Logan winks and Veronica only blushes harder.
****
She presses her fingertips to her temples, closing her eyes in concentration. Everyone's focus softly directed at her. "Veronica Mars, you are wearing white cotton panties," Lilly decides.
Veronica is suspiciously quiet.
"Am I right or am I right?"
"Well?" Logan nudges her. "Are you? Share with the class, Veronica. No holding out on us now."
Lilly rolls her eyes. "Oh yeah, mister Calvin Kleins, cause you're not predictable."
"Hey, hey, hey. I believe Miss Mars was about to confirm her choice of undergarments." Logan reaches around his girlfriend, plastering a hand over her mouth." No interrupting."
Lilly bites down on the fleshy palm, cause Logan to pull back sharply. "Ew, perv. Like you need anymore fodder for the rotation."
****
"Oh. Ohhh, you're so good baby. There, right there."
"Hell, Lilly," he laughs. "You going for porn star?"
"Oh yeah." She stretches out a little further, pushes her hips up a little harder. He groans.
****
Logan pulls the ugly zebra throw around his shoulders tighter, vodka singing in his veins, the bottle swinging from his fingers. He doesn't know what she looks like anymore and nobody's talking to him about it. There is buzz and fuss around the Kane estate and hollow silence in his own. His chest itches with a feeling that can't get out.
"Hey baby, baby. You know I love you, right? It's just that sometimes we're so not good for each other, trust me. I totally love you though, you're like, you're awesome, Logan."
He hears these words breathing through his brain; twisting through his blood stream and wrapping round his heart, pulling tight to gift wrap his lungs in tight, shiny ideas. He hears these words and they're not her at all. And all that's left of the Lilly he had is a bonfire, dry starchy bones that someone will grind down.