Fic: Gently

[sinderella81]

Title: Gently
Rating: G
Pairing/Genre: Logan/Cassidy,  slight h/c
Summary: Logan watches Cassidy sleep
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Veronica Mars

I run a hand through his wild curls, watching him sleep. His face is serene when he’s asleep and I can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss his forehead.

“Mmmm … Logan,” Cassidy murmured, turning to face me.

It took months, months of soft touches and long talks before I could even touch Cassidy without him flinching. Shy smiles and brief touches when his brother Dick wasn’t looking. The first time we kissed I was shocked as hell. He caught me by surprise when the three of us were on some surfing trip. Now … his touches are a bit more confident and his kisses are … enthusiastic. He’s eager and I love how responsive he is.

His eyes flutter open and I stare into them, wide and clouded with remnants of fear and embarrassment. “Hi,” I murmur.

“You’re not sleeping,” Cassidy mumbled, resting a hand on my bare hip.

“I wasn’t, no,” I reply.

“Logan, were you watching me sleep?” Cassidy asked, stroking my hip.

“Guilty,” I reply.

“Logan,” Cassidy replies with a smile. “You can’t protect me from my dreams.”

“I can try,” I say softly. I lean down and brush my lips against his, pulling him close to me. I run my hands up and down his back, feeling his ribs under my fingers. I feel his hands on my back as well, feel his fingers trace the scars I carry on the outside, scars that can’t even begin to match the scars Cass carries on the inside.

“How long can you stay?” Cassidy asks softly.

“Not long,” I reply softly. Dick doesn’t know I’m here … neither does Veronica.

Cassidy sighs softly and nods. “I’ll … I’ll take whatever time I can get from you,” he says, kissing my collarbone. I can feel his long eyelashes against my skin and I gasp softly.

“As much as I would love, love to explore this further,” I say softly.

“I know,” Cassidy replies, resting his head on my chest. “Stay … until I fall asleep?“

I stroke his hair and hum softly. “Of course,” I murmur. A few minutes later he’s breathing slow and deep, his body limp against mine. I extricate myself from his embrace and cover him with the blanket before grabbing my clothes.

I spare one last look at Cassidy as I tug my sweater on. “Sweet dreams, Cass,” I whisper, resisting the urge to kiss him one last time. I know I can’t protect him all the time … doesn’t make me stop trying.