Fandom: Veronica Mars
Challenge/Prompt: A to Z Challenge: K
Word Count: 285
Summary: Veronica reminisces about her kisses with each boy.
Although Veronica wasn't the most experienced when it came to boys, she had kissed a few. Each kiss was added to her repertoire.
When she kissed Duncan, she felt safe and cared for. She felt precious, like someone to be put on a pedestal.
When she kissed Troy, she felt a small flutter in her heart, but it wasn't anything that made her see stars, or fireworks, or however the cliché goes.
When she kissed Leo, it was similar to how she felt when she kissed Troy. She cared about Leo a little bit more, but nothing about the kiss was earth-shattering.
When she kissed Piz, like with Duncan, she felt safe.. And like with Troy and Leo, there was nothing extraordinary about the kiss. Nothing about it would make her remember his kisses years in the future. She never closed her eyes and clutched his shoulder, yearning for more.
And she saved Logan for last, but he was certainly not the least. When she kissed Logan, she felt drunk on hormones. She saw fireworks and stars. The Earth moved beneath her feet. And she wanted more of Logan. It never felt like it was enough when their lips touched and then moved apart. She could never get close enough, and Logan knew it. In fact, he took great joy in her need for his touch.
She should have realized than that no one would be able to match Logan in her heart. He owned her – body, heart, and soul.
Instead, it took nine years of radio silence, his plea for help, and her father ending up in the hospital for her to finally admit it to herself. It would only ever truly be Logan.