All Systems Go (VM, Logan/Mac, R)
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grammarwomanTitle: All Systems Go
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grammarwoman
Rating: R
Fandom, Pairing: Veronica Mars, Mac/Logan
Word Count: ~1600
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Porn Battle Prompt: Logan/Mac, MacBook
Summary: When you're a computer geek, the least likely people come to you for help.
Notes: I've always wanted to contribute something to one ofoxoniensis' Porn Battles, and this prompt yelled louder than the rest. Thanks to darsynia for her comments and nudging. Since I'm incapable of fitting in both snark and porn in the character limits of a comment, the whole thing is posted here, linked from here.
All Systems Go
It took several knocks for Mac to surface from her coding/music fugue and realize that someone was at the door of her dorm room. She peeled off her earbuds to yell, "What?"
"Mac, oh computer goddess thou, take pity on a ignorant mortal and allow him entrance to thine abode, to benefit from thy large, most sexcellent brain."
She debated telling Logan to piss off, but instead closed her laptop, deciding that he would be a more amusing distraction than the spamming virus she was planning to inflict on her TA. When she cracked the door, she was met with an open MacBook, the screen hung on a sad icon.
"I bought one of these overpriced toys because the saleswoman assured me that Macs, much like Qantas jets, do not crash. And yet-" He waggled the laptop at her as he lowered it.
Mac was unimpressed. "Where you were surfing this time -- 'Malware Porn 'R Us'?" She opened the door to wave him in.
Logan shrugged. "I was bored -- I wanted to see just how depraved people could get in the name of Internet fame. Turns out, there are some things you just can't unsee." He sauntered into the room and spun around. "What, no roommate?"
"She took a weekend trip to the beach. I stayed behind to protect my precious Goth pallor."
"The melanin-challenged look suits you."
Mac tugged the computer out of his hands. "Let me see this." She crossed over to her bed and sat down, shifting her own laptop out of the way. Her fingers flew over the keys as she tried to resuscitate his broken machine.
"I wonder if I could set up some kind of Porn Lock on a computer, " she mused. "Like those stupid V-chips, only for safe erotic sites instead. The E-chip!" She filed the idea away in her mental list of "Business opportunities to exploit".
"Why do the words 'safe' and 'erotic' right next to each other sound so boring?" Logan drawled.
"What, you prefer to play without a safeword?"
He turned to her with a hand fanned out over his heart. "Why, Mac, what a downright naughty thing to say! Are you flirting with me?"
She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the work at hand.
"What's the verdict, Doc?"
Mac blinked to find Logan bending over her, peering at the screen. "The patient's in critical condition; it'll need to stay overnight for observation."
"Perhaps you could show me some of those safe sites in the meantime? Or something else distracting?"
"Who’s flirting now?"
"That depends -- am I out of line, here?"
"You come into the room talking about porn, a girl's gonna get some ideas." She found herself a little distracted by the buzz in her ears.
He scooted closer to her. “Will I need a safeword?” He reached up to cup her cheek in his hand, stroking his thumb along her face.
“‘Yes’ and ‘No’ should do just fine.” She saw that his eyes had gone wide and dark.
“So which is it: Yes, or No?” He leaned in as he spoke, close enough to breathe out the last word right over her mouth.
“Yes,” she smiled.
Their lips met softly at first, a bare ghost of a touch, then she tilted her head and opened her mouth against his. He groaned at the touch of her tongue on his, and his fingers slid to the back of her head. Her hands flailed for support; one landed high on his thigh, which flexed under her grip. The other hand brushed a hard corner. She abruptly broke off the kiss.
“Wait!” she yelped.
He rocked back in dazed surprise. “What?"
She gestured behind her at the laptops. “I need to move these. Unlike you, I can't afford to trash my equipment on a whim."
“If you must. But don't take too long, or I might get bored again.”
She bent over to pick up the laptops. He smacked her ass. "Although I do like the view."
Laughing, she nearly tripped delivering the pair to the safety of her desk. She turned around to see Logan shifting to recline against the headboard. He held up a hand in invitation.
Mac glided to lock the door and then to the bed. She wove her fingers into his and straddled his lap, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. She felt him growing hard underneath her. She licked her lips in anticipation; his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. With his hand still twined in hers, he pulled her towards him, meeting her halfway in another kiss.
She distractedly noted that the man had dangerous skills, as each stroke of his tongue against hers shorted out another section of her brain. In the back of her mind, those few neurons that hadn’t given way to complete whiteout sent up blessings to all the women he’d kissed before. She drifted in a haze as his mouth proceeded to completely overload her internal processors. Rocking back and forth against him, her hips instinctively shifted to maximize the pressure of his erection between her legs. Her hands roamed over his torso, zeroing in to the small gap between his T-shirt and jeans. Once her fingers hit the skin of his waist, a random circuit completed in her brain.
“Off!” she gasped against his lips. She pulled at the hem of his shirt when he was slow in replying, nearly elbowing him in her haste. He huffed and pulled back slightly to hold up his arms. She wasted no time in dragging the offending garment up and off him, and then took a moment to appreciate the view. Vanity and lots of time in the gym had its uses, if it meant she got to rake her fingernails against his resulting abs. One nail caught a nipple on the way down, and he groaned.
“You, too,” he muttered and gripped the bottom of her shirt. He paused, looking expectantly up at her, until she realized that he was waiting for her permission.
“Yes, yes, please, go for it!”
Instead of whipping it off as quick as she had, he leisurely gathered up her shirt with a sly grin, stopping every few moments as his eyes flicked from the skin being revealed to her face. When his fingers reached the bottom band of her bra, he brushed against the satiny undersides of her breasts. “You sure?” he asked as he fondled closer and closer to her nipples.
She could have killed him right there. “Logan! Stop. Fucking. Teasing Me!”
His answering grin was sin incarnate. “As you wish.” Her shirt was launched through the air a second later. He lunged in to capture one nipple in a pincer grip, flicking it with his nail, and the other with his mouth, drenching her bra in wet heat. She felt an answering damp surge between her legs, and if she’d had any self-awareness left, she would have been embarrassed at the high-pitched moan that escaped her. The next gasp was even higher, as he switched breasts to bite at the other nipple.
It took the shock of cool air on her skin for her to realize that he’d slid the bra off without her even noticing. He stopped to stare at her chest, his thumbs idly caressing the hard nubs. “Beautiful,” he breathed.
She could feel herself flush from her face to her navel.
“The Goth pallor definitely has its perks,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes, and moved forward again to suck on a peak. With her bra gone, the sensation was electrifying. She started panting and ground down against him. The stimulation from his hands and mouth and the rocking of her clit built like the hum of a maxed-out processor. He switched back to kissing her, leaving her breasts to one talented hand while the other slid down between them, cupping her through her jeans. Within a couple seconds, he found just the spot and pressed in with his thumb. She muffled her shriek of pleasure against his neck and shuddered as she came.
He gently eased off the pressure as she rode out her climax. When her twitching stopped after a minute, he lowered her to the bed and cleared a few strands of hair from her face. He leaned in to give her another light kiss.
She waited for her brain to come back online, blinking at him with a satiated grin. “Mmmm.” Her mind was halfway through the reboot when something occurred to her. “Logan?”
“Yes?” he answered absently, tracing the line of her neck with his lips and tongue while his hands explored her unclothed half, turning each inch of skin into a newfound erogenous zone. Each touch fired off another jolt of pleasure through her body and threatened to derail her train of thought.
“How hard did you have to work to get the computer to freeze like that?"
"You have no idea," he murmured right into her ear, followed by a nibble to the lobe.
"You know you don't need an excuse to come over. In fact, if you had just called me instead, we could be in your huge bed at the Neptune Grand with hot and cold running room service."
"What can I say, I like to see the genius in her natural environment."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." She gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Do you suppose it will get you into my pants anytime soon?"
She laughed. ”You saw yourself that it takes time for a Mac to recover from a crash.”
He shuddered as her hands slipped below his waistband.
“But with the right hardware, we can get restarted in a hurry.”
Author:
grammarwomanRating: R
Fandom, Pairing: Veronica Mars, Mac/Logan
Word Count: ~1600
Warnings/Spoilers: none
Porn Battle Prompt: Logan/Mac, MacBook
Summary: When you're a computer geek, the least likely people come to you for help.
Notes: I've always wanted to contribute something to one of
oxoniensis' Porn Battles, and this prompt yelled louder than the rest. Thanks to darsynia for her comments and nudging. Since I'm incapable of fitting in both snark and porn in the character limits of a comment, the whole thing is posted here, linked from here.All Systems Go
It took several knocks for Mac to surface from her coding/music fugue and realize that someone was at the door of her dorm room. She peeled off her earbuds to yell, "What?"
"Mac, oh computer goddess thou, take pity on a ignorant mortal and allow him entrance to thine abode, to benefit from thy large, most sexcellent brain."
She debated telling Logan to piss off, but instead closed her laptop, deciding that he would be a more amusing distraction than the spamming virus she was planning to inflict on her TA. When she cracked the door, she was met with an open MacBook, the screen hung on a sad icon.
"I bought one of these overpriced toys because the saleswoman assured me that Macs, much like Qantas jets, do not crash. And yet-" He waggled the laptop at her as he lowered it.
Mac was unimpressed. "Where you were surfing this time -- 'Malware Porn 'R Us'?" She opened the door to wave him in.
Logan shrugged. "I was bored -- I wanted to see just how depraved people could get in the name of Internet fame. Turns out, there are some things you just can't unsee." He sauntered into the room and spun around. "What, no roommate?"
"She took a weekend trip to the beach. I stayed behind to protect my precious Goth pallor."
"The melanin-challenged look suits you."
Mac tugged the computer out of his hands. "Let me see this." She crossed over to her bed and sat down, shifting her own laptop out of the way. Her fingers flew over the keys as she tried to resuscitate his broken machine.
"I wonder if I could set up some kind of Porn Lock on a computer, " she mused. "Like those stupid V-chips, only for safe erotic sites instead. The E-chip!" She filed the idea away in her mental list of "Business opportunities to exploit".
"Why do the words 'safe' and 'erotic' right next to each other sound so boring?" Logan drawled.
"What, you prefer to play without a safeword?"
He turned to her with a hand fanned out over his heart. "Why, Mac, what a downright naughty thing to say! Are you flirting with me?"
She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the work at hand.
"What's the verdict, Doc?"
Mac blinked to find Logan bending over her, peering at the screen. "The patient's in critical condition; it'll need to stay overnight for observation."
"Perhaps you could show me some of those safe sites in the meantime? Or something else distracting?"
"Who’s flirting now?"
"That depends -- am I out of line, here?"
"You come into the room talking about porn, a girl's gonna get some ideas." She found herself a little distracted by the buzz in her ears.
He scooted closer to her. “Will I need a safeword?” He reached up to cup her cheek in his hand, stroking his thumb along her face.
“‘Yes’ and ‘No’ should do just fine.” She saw that his eyes had gone wide and dark.
“So which is it: Yes, or No?” He leaned in as he spoke, close enough to breathe out the last word right over her mouth.
“Yes,” she smiled.
Their lips met softly at first, a bare ghost of a touch, then she tilted her head and opened her mouth against his. He groaned at the touch of her tongue on his, and his fingers slid to the back of her head. Her hands flailed for support; one landed high on his thigh, which flexed under her grip. The other hand brushed a hard corner. She abruptly broke off the kiss.
“Wait!” she yelped.
He rocked back in dazed surprise. “What?"
She gestured behind her at the laptops. “I need to move these. Unlike you, I can't afford to trash my equipment on a whim."
“If you must. But don't take too long, or I might get bored again.”
She bent over to pick up the laptops. He smacked her ass. "Although I do like the view."
Laughing, she nearly tripped delivering the pair to the safety of her desk. She turned around to see Logan shifting to recline against the headboard. He held up a hand in invitation.
Mac glided to lock the door and then to the bed. She wove her fingers into his and straddled his lap, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. She felt him growing hard underneath her. She licked her lips in anticipation; his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. With his hand still twined in hers, he pulled her towards him, meeting her halfway in another kiss.
She distractedly noted that the man had dangerous skills, as each stroke of his tongue against hers shorted out another section of her brain. In the back of her mind, those few neurons that hadn’t given way to complete whiteout sent up blessings to all the women he’d kissed before. She drifted in a haze as his mouth proceeded to completely overload her internal processors. Rocking back and forth against him, her hips instinctively shifted to maximize the pressure of his erection between her legs. Her hands roamed over his torso, zeroing in to the small gap between his T-shirt and jeans. Once her fingers hit the skin of his waist, a random circuit completed in her brain.
“Off!” she gasped against his lips. She pulled at the hem of his shirt when he was slow in replying, nearly elbowing him in her haste. He huffed and pulled back slightly to hold up his arms. She wasted no time in dragging the offending garment up and off him, and then took a moment to appreciate the view. Vanity and lots of time in the gym had its uses, if it meant she got to rake her fingernails against his resulting abs. One nail caught a nipple on the way down, and he groaned.
“You, too,” he muttered and gripped the bottom of her shirt. He paused, looking expectantly up at her, until she realized that he was waiting for her permission.
“Yes, yes, please, go for it!”
Instead of whipping it off as quick as she had, he leisurely gathered up her shirt with a sly grin, stopping every few moments as his eyes flicked from the skin being revealed to her face. When his fingers reached the bottom band of her bra, he brushed against the satiny undersides of her breasts. “You sure?” he asked as he fondled closer and closer to her nipples.
She could have killed him right there. “Logan! Stop. Fucking. Teasing Me!”
His answering grin was sin incarnate. “As you wish.” Her shirt was launched through the air a second later. He lunged in to capture one nipple in a pincer grip, flicking it with his nail, and the other with his mouth, drenching her bra in wet heat. She felt an answering damp surge between her legs, and if she’d had any self-awareness left, she would have been embarrassed at the high-pitched moan that escaped her. The next gasp was even higher, as he switched breasts to bite at the other nipple.
It took the shock of cool air on her skin for her to realize that he’d slid the bra off without her even noticing. He stopped to stare at her chest, his thumbs idly caressing the hard nubs. “Beautiful,” he breathed.
She could feel herself flush from her face to her navel.
“The Goth pallor definitely has its perks,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes, and moved forward again to suck on a peak. With her bra gone, the sensation was electrifying. She started panting and ground down against him. The stimulation from his hands and mouth and the rocking of her clit built like the hum of a maxed-out processor. He switched back to kissing her, leaving her breasts to one talented hand while the other slid down between them, cupping her through her jeans. Within a couple seconds, he found just the spot and pressed in with his thumb. She muffled her shriek of pleasure against his neck and shuddered as she came.
He gently eased off the pressure as she rode out her climax. When her twitching stopped after a minute, he lowered her to the bed and cleared a few strands of hair from her face. He leaned in to give her another light kiss.
She waited for her brain to come back online, blinking at him with a satiated grin. “Mmmm.” Her mind was halfway through the reboot when something occurred to her. “Logan?”
“Yes?” he answered absently, tracing the line of her neck with his lips and tongue while his hands explored her unclothed half, turning each inch of skin into a newfound erogenous zone. Each touch fired off another jolt of pleasure through her body and threatened to derail her train of thought.
“How hard did you have to work to get the computer to freeze like that?"
"You have no idea," he murmured right into her ear, followed by a nibble to the lobe.
"You know you don't need an excuse to come over. In fact, if you had just called me instead, we could be in your huge bed at the Neptune Grand with hot and cold running room service."
"What can I say, I like to see the genius in her natural environment."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." She gasped as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Do you suppose it will get you into my pants anytime soon?"
She laughed. ”You saw yourself that it takes time for a Mac to recover from a crash.”
He shuddered as her hands slipped below his waistband.
“But with the right hardware, we can get restarted in a hurry.”
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