Title: As Changeable As The Seasons
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Logan/Veronica implied
Warning: No dialogue, some language, frequent mentions of sex.
Spoilers: All if it - implied
Summary: They have a pattern.
Word Count: 667
Author’s Notes: An experiment. This came to me early one morning and half of it was written in my head before getting to the computer. This is my first time visiting or posting to this community. Help a sistah out and throw a little constructive criticism my way.
Also, this is the edited version. My thanks to mastermia
for the many helpful suggestions. (And hey! I just learned how to link to a member! There may be hope for my old brain yet!)
I kept the 4 week vacation time in. I feel it's a sign of too much disposable income.
Vernal Equinox - Day and night are the same length. Because of the earth’s tilt and the path it travels around the sun, it’s starting to get warmer and the nights are shortening. That automatically translates into less “indoor” activity. The anticipation of what they both know is coming makes them a little more abrupt with each other. Less tolerant, and it gets worse as June 21 creeps up on them. It comes faster because the days are longer, and they try to control their sharp words. They rein in their tempers as much as they can.
Summer Solstice - The longest day of the year, and consequently, the shortest night. They’re so in-tune with each other that when one sees this as today’s date the other groans in response. In spite of the cloying heat, it is a turning point. They keep telling themselves this as they spend their days lethargic and uncomfortable. The sheen/trickle of perspiration is constant now, not just during sex. For them, sex is a necessity. Some days it’s almost 'hallway-sex’, biting back ‘fuck yous’ as they pass each other. During these long hot days of summer, sex is something they engage in, not indulge in; they do not revel in it. They do it because since they started, it’s been more of a struggle to not do it. These two can’t keep their hands off of each other. Everybody else knew it long before they admitted it to each other. Long before they admitted it to themselves. Each is the other’s drug of choice.
Autumnal Equinox - They breathe sighs of relief. The day and night are the same again, with a shift toward longer nights and cooler temperatures. They share longer caresses, more frequent secret smiles. They’ve been too hungry for each other long enough, and each is ready to binge after a summer of infrequent joinings. Oh, it’s still hot, but summer has lost its bite, its stranglehold. They’re starting to feel free again. Comfortable in their own skins, and a direct result is that they want to feel each other’s skin again. Their almost-hallway-sex of the summer is ready to turn into actual hallway sex. And coffee table sex. They’re ready to re-dedicate each surface in their penthouse apartment to the worship of each other and the passion they share. Take that, shower wall! And that, tub ledge! We’ll show you, coffee table! They choose their locations as if they’ve resented them for falling into disuse. They couple as if it’s completely new to them. Each is re-learning the other. Sense memory takes over, and the exploration period doesn’t last long. It’s never stale, because they each have learned to be more spontaneous, more adventurous, more joyous. More “us”.
Winter Solstice - The longest night of the year is typically spent in bed, but never asleep. They keep the thermostat down for the whole place, so they can feel the cooler air against their skin. A trip to the bathroom is rushed, unless it’s going to include some shower or jacuzzi time. If one of those (once, both of those) is on the menu, they rush back to bed, still damp, and start over again. Many winter nights are spent this way. They fell into this pattern a long time ago, and it just feels right.
After identifying the pattern, they toyed with the idea of changing it... making it more consistent throughout the year. They planned trips for two weeks before and two weeks after each season’s marker. During this month of near-constant travel, they hopped from location to location, looking for the ideal climate for that season. Summer in Juneau? Winter in Australia or New Zealand? Spring in Paris? Fall in Vermont (for the color, mostly). They even talked about buying houses in each of these places. It never happened. By mutual, unspoken agreement, they chose to keep their established seasonal pattern and patter.
Why shouldn’t they?
It’s worked for them for so long.