Push Me To The Floor

Summary: During An Echolls Family Christmas: After tossing back a few, and the boys passing out, Veronica and Logan decide to lose the money and play for something much more important-their clothes. LoVe. One-shot, but could be continued. Aaron wasn't stabbed..

Musically Inspiration: "Push Me To The Floor" by the Parlotones-go look it up now! You'll love it with this fic, and VM and life in general.

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Duncan is such a light-weight, Logan giggled. During one of D.K's many girly bathroom breaks, Logan spiked his tea with vodka.

Weevil had left early. Logan suspected he had to go beat up a disobedient gang member, probably for paying for a 40.

Veronica was the only on who lasted. The other two guys had gone home because "Its Christmas, man." Just like 'ol Mars, holidays be damned, she was from a broken home, and she had no personal laws. Neither did Logan, his home was broken but not the eye. An abusive father, a mother who choose to take pills and ignore his father, and those were the only parts of his family he had to see everyday.

He hated Veronica Mars. Yet, here he was slightly tipsy and relating with her.

"I hate you." He mumbled.

She looked up from one of the Echolls photo albums, that he had no idea how she had gotten, "What?"

She sounded sober.

"I hate you." He repeated.

She nodded, "Are we playing State The Obvious?"

"You are a smartass." He replied.

"Well, you are winning if we are." She looked back down at the photo album.

Like some cheesy movie, he looked at the page she was on. A perfect snapshot of Logan and Lilly. He remembered the picture.

It was a week before Veronica had told Lilly about his drunken kiss with another girl, and Lilly had been such a bitch that day when his mother had taken the picture he was sure it was going to be a horrible one. Instead, it was the model of teen romance happiness.

When she saw he was looking, Veronica turned the page.

"Turn back." He tried to stop the slight slurring attached to the end of his words.

She did it, with a sigh.

He looked so happy. Lilly looked happy. They were happy, sometimes. They had bad days, but for every bad day there was two amazing days. He loved her, a feat he didn't think would happen again.

Logan Echolls loved something, and it would leave him...or die.

"I'm bored." He said, tearing his eyes from the photo.

"Another game of poker? I only took you for five thousand." She smirked.

"I hate that smirk." He said, even though he didn't mean to, "You aren't getting another dime, if we play poker, lets play strip."

"Uhhh...strip poker?"

Logan nodded.

"With you?"

He rolled his eyes, "No, with Duncan."

They both shot a look to Duncan who was snoring face down on the floor, his backside slightly elevated in the air.

"I don't want to see you naked, Logan, and it would be awkward, you in your birthday suit, while I am sitting with only my shoes off." She continued smirking.

"That's where you are wrong. Money doesn't drive me to win, but seeing the virginal but-oh-so notorious Veronica Mars in nothing but a smile, that brings out a drive rivaled by no man." He grabbed the deck of cards and shuffled them with one hand.

"No." She shook her head.

He made a strange choking sound, "You a chicken, Mars?"

"No." She repeated.

"Then why won't you play? I thought you said you'd win." Logan was prodding her.

"I would."

"Then play."

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It wasn't even an hour later when Veronica was sitting in her bra and matching panties. Logan still had his pants and shoes on.

"A royal flush." Logan smirked, his hand beating hers...again.

She made a pitiful sound, "Uhh."

"Take something off, Mars. And jewelry doesn't count." Logan was wearing a smirk that was oddly similar of her own.

She slipped off the lavender panties. They were sexy, if Logan was honest. And he'd like to see them on the floor of his bedroom.

"One more hand?" He grinned, his next win would have Veronica bare, and him a satisfied male.

"Fine." She scowled.

She shuffled the cards, this time.

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"Take it off! Take it off!" He chanted.

She had lost the final hand.

"Say bye-bye to bra." He grinned.

"Game over, you won." She moved to grab her clothes off the floor, she had started drinking after he won the first hand, and swayed a bit.

He put out a hand to stop her, "No, I wanna see you."

"Why?" She looked him in the eyes, it was unnerving, but he stared back.

"Well, I earned it." He replied, it was better than admitting that the alcohol had made him hate her less.

"Bye-bye, bra." She said softly, and reached behind her to unlock the hooks.

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Logan didn't even see under her bra. He kissed her before it came off. He pressed her against the closest wall, and attacked her open, shocked mouth for everything she had ever done to him.

The sweetest payback for both of them.

"Logan." She had gasped when he kissed her neck.

Past that, it was fuzzy. He woke up the next morning with nothing. No trace that she had even been there.

Duncan had crawled into bed with him at some point. Snuggled at the foot like a loyal puppy.

Logan grabbed his phone, it was laying with low battery on his beside table.

He still had Veronica in his address book, more for the fact to know if she was calling him, not so he could call her.

For the first time in a year, he hit send and actually called Veronica Mars.

"Hello?" Her sleep filled voice whispered into the phone.

"What happened last night?" He demanded into the phone, she sounded so cute sleepy.

"Huh? Logan? We played poker with the boys, you lost a bunch of money and then my dad drove me home after your parents finished the speeches." She replied calmly into the receiver.

"Liar! Something happened between us." He shot out of bed and ran to the poker table.

"It must have been a dream, Logan." She hung up, but before he could practically hear her roll her eyes.

The room was bare of anything that might say "Logan Echolls and Veronica Mars had sex".

He was about to go lay back down, and scanned the room once more.

There it was. A flash of lilac.

Her underwear.

A dream his ass. He bent down and picked them up, with a smile.

Veronica Mars wasn't going to get off this easy.

The End.

AN: Written for Starz of Draco, whose long reviews make me smile, and who i expect to write a long very detailed one about this story.

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