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awritinglilypea) wrote2007-11-28 05:07 pm
VMars Fic: Going Somewhere 4/?
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The disclaimer can be found in my profile. To put it simply don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Veronica has had a lot to think about lately, and when she runs into Weevil one day in the hallway she finds she has a lot more to think about, like why she can't stop watching him no matter what he does.
Veronica walked out of the bedroom and Weevil found himself stifling a groan, she wasn’t wearing a silk negligee but what she was wearing was made of silk, and it certainly looked pretty damn sexy on her. She was wearing a light rose tank top and a pair of sleep shorts made of the same material, he’d seen it in windows at stores not thinking anything of it but on Veronica it looked almost edible. “I figure you can sleep on the extra mattress in my room if you wouldn’t mind, usually it’s reserved for Backup but I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind sharing,” The angel in front of him spoke.
Weevil managed to pull his focus back in and maintain a wire tight control as he looked up at her face, “Okay,” His voice was rough. “Do you feel better now?” He asked, his concern overriding his desire to throw her on the nearest surface and…Simply put, if she hadn’t called him crying earlier that evening the two of them would’ve been doing much more than just talking.
“Yeah I do,” Veronica responded, crossing her arms over her chest. “How about you?” She cocked her hip, raising an eyebrow in his direction. “Are you ready to actually be honest with me for once?”
Sighing in frustration Weevil stood up, and even though he wasn’t much taller than her his larger form dwarfed hers in size. Sometimes he forgot how small she was, how scared he was of accidentally hurting her at some point. “You must know Veronica, you’re not stupid. Hell you’re the smartest person I know, one of the best people I know.” He responded, “You know I…I mean…”
Veronica tilted her head to the side and smiled at him, something inside of her trembling almost violently at the look in his eyes. It wasn’t the same look that Duncan had when he looked at her, like she was everything he was supposed to have. Logan always looked at her like she represented everything he’d lost when Lily died, when his dad had killed her. Piz just…Piz wanted the woman of his dreams and had been disappoint when she’d been broken. Weevil wasn’t like that; he’d never been like that. Despite having been in a gang, having been the leader of a gang he was still so confident in himself and had never given up on his life or the people in it. “Tell me,” She ordered, taking one of his hands in hers she massaged the back of it with her thumb.
“I love you V,” Weevil’s voice was barely there, his deep brown eyes showing her the truth. She didn’t know how long he’d loved her, but she could see how much he did. It was in every action, every look and every word. “You have to know that though.”
“I didn’t want to know it before, but maybe I’ve been missing what’s right in front of me all along, I can be pretty far sighted at times,” Veronica smiled impishly and raised herself up slightly on her toes so she could bestow a kiss on his cheek, just brushing them against his skin. “We should get some sleep now though.”
Weevil nodded wordlessly following her into the bedroom he helped her prepare his bed on the floor and tugged his jeans off, crawling under the sheets in his boxer briefs and wife beater. “We’ll talk about this more tomorrow right V?” He asked, worried that she would just try to run again, or deny that this had ever happened.
Veronica inhaled sharply in the darkness, a small smile on her face. He still wanted to go somewhere with this, “Yeah definitely. I’m just too tired right now,” She slipped into the bed, seeking out his form in the shadows. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, you had a really hard night. I won’t push you,” Weevil murmured, feeling like he should be whispering, as though he would get caught in her room even though it was likely the sheriff wouldn’t be home that night.
Sighing softly Veronica moved to the mattress on the floor, sliding under the sheets next to him she dragged her comforter with her, covering both of them. “Is this okay? I don’t want to sleep alone.”
Weevil wrapped an arm around her; pulling her into his chest he kissed the top of his head. “Don’t worry about it, now go to sleep.” He tightened his arm around her waist, ignoring the shock of heat that rushed through him as he felt the heat of her skin on his fingertips. This was going to be a long night trying to sleep, especially since he was scared when he woke up that she wouldn’t be here in his arms.
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Opening her eyes slowly Veronica groaned, stretching out on the mattress she made a sound of surprise when she realized she wasn’t entirely on the mattress but that most of her body was in fact resting on top of one ex-leader of a biker gang, Eli “Weevil” Navarro. She’d spent the entire night in his arms, and it was the best sleep she’d had in a long time. Curling back up against his warm body she kissed his cheek softly, studying him. He looked so nice when he was sleeping, without frown lines marring his face, and no stress showing. If she didn’t know him any better she would think that he was almost angelic.
“I can feel you watching me Veronica,” Weevil’s voice rumbled through his chest before he opened his eyes slowly, looking at her almost lazily. “How’d you sleep?”
Veronica smiled up at him, kissing his cheek again. “It was the best I’ve slept in a long time,” She replied, running her hand up and down his arm slowly. “We should get up though; I’ll lend you a tooth brush, and some tooth paste, and then we can go out for breakfast or stay in for breakfast and talk.”
Weevil smiled; looking into her eyes he tilted her head up and kissed her cheek softly, “You’re not running very far.” He observed an almost teasing lilt to his voice as he spoke to her. Inside all he could feel was relief, she wasn’t running from him. She wasn’t jumping out of the bed…off the mattress and ordering him to leave. It was an improvement.
“Maybe I don’t feel the need to run from you,” Veronica murmured, before pulling herself slowly from his arms. “I’m going to go wash my face and brush my teeth; I’ll meet you in the kitchen when you’ve done the same.” She got up and padded into the bathroom.
Flopping back onto the mattress Weevil sighed happily, “Abuelita maybe I might have a chance for happiness,” He murmured softly to the ceiling, closing his eyes. If only he could keep her from reacting in her normal manner in relationships, her fight or fly mentality, mostly ending in fly. The last thing he wanted was to say goodbye to her. When he heard the washroom door open he got up slowly and made his way in, smiling softly again when he saw she had left him a black tooth brush on the counter. Finishing up quickly he made his way into the kitchen where Veronica was already sitting, in her bathrobe nursing a cup of coffee.
“Do you want to go out to grab breakfast? I’m not so good at cooking, or even being in a kitchen, I can bake though,” Veronica admitted sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders.
Weevil moved toward her almost as though there was some sort of gravitational force surrounding her, he’d often wondered such things as everyone seemed to move toward her despite whether they liked her or not. It had been the same pull Lilly had on people, only with less damage to their reputation or mental state. “Do you have any bacon or eggs?” He asked, kissing the top of her head.
Veronica nodded, tilting her head back so she could look up into his face and study him, trying to figure out what he was all about.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” Weevil opened the fridge, pulling out the meat and the eggs. “Can you handle making toast or is that too hard for you to handle?” He asked her, arching an eyebrow in her direction.
Puffing out her chest in mock arrogance Veronica smirked back at him, “Vato you’ve never had toast until you’ve had my toast. And by the way I like my eggs sunny side up. Do you think you could handle that?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Weevil’s eyes slid down to her now plunging neckline and his cheeks heated up, “Oh I can definitely handle that,” His voice was smooth as he winked slyly in her direction, happy in succeeding at making her blush.
Veronica pulled her robe closed and glared at him even as she slid off the stool and made her way to the toaster and the bread box, choosing not to speak as the two of them worked side by side making breakfast. When it was all finished she helped him dish it onto plates and made her way to the table, surprised when he pulled her chair out for her. “Thanks,” She hoped her emotions didn’t show in her voice, didn’t want him to think she thought so little of him.
“Don’t have to live in the 90909 Zip code to be raised with manners V,” Weevil shot a smile in her direction, letting her know there were no hard feeling between them. “Eat or talk first?”
Meeting his eyes Veronica could see every feeling, how much he wanted her right now, wanted to kiss her, touch her and looked back down at her plate, something inside of her trembling, her leg jiggling as she became nervous. “Eat first,” She told him softly, cutting into her bacon she ate it, surprised at a different flavour then normal.
“Spices V, the variety of life, they can make anything good,” Weevil noticed the surprise on her face and couldn’t help but smile to himself. He could count on one hand how many times he’d surprised Veronica Mars. He’d always considered it an accomplishment; it meant he kept her on her toes. He went about eating his own breakfast, surprised at how hungry he was, but it had been a busy and worrisome night the night before. Once he was done he stood up and walked to the sink, rinsing his plate and putting it down in the basin.
Veronica did the same, putting her plate alongside his she turned to him, “Weevil I…” She made a surprised noise when he pulled her close and kissed her on the lips, her hand coming up to clutch at his bicep, unsure of where to move her hands she moved into his body instead.
Weevil couldn’t resist anymore, deepening the kiss he slipped his tongue in between her lips, curling it around hers the heat consumed him until he was almost entirely sure that she could feel it too. This was just like a dream, and if it was he never wanted to wake up again, he flicked his tongue along hers, wrapping his arms tightly around her when she seemed to melt into him.
Her hands twisting in the back of his wife beater when her arms slipped around her, Veronica couldn’t help but melt into him, her legs no longer functioning. She’d never felt this before, it was consumption, danger and warmth all rolled into one. When his tongue hit hers she let out a guttural moan pretty sure that she wouldn’t live through this moment, because no single person could feel this good from a kiss without just dying afterward. It was too much and over too soon, he was pulling away even as she sought his lips again. “No,” She moaned pitifully, embarrassed to hear such a noise coming from her mouth.
Laughing hoarsely Weevil reeled her in close again but didn’t kiss her instead settled for holding her close this time. “I’m not a one night kind of guy Veronica, not when it comes to you. I don’t know how anyone could be a one night stand with you, I haven’t even had you and I know one night could never be enough.”
Veronica flushed, resting her head on his shoulder her fingers twisted around the fabric in them, pulling at it, molding it out of its original shape. “I’ve never had a one night stand, and something tells me I would need more than one night with you.” She breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent. It was some obscure cologne she’d never heard of, or possibly his deodorant, and something so manly. “I don’t know how to go about this though,” She admitted, fearful.
“Slowly,” Weevil responded easily, rubbing her back. “We’ll start out with a date, and then move on from there.”
Pulling back Veronica looked into his eyes, “But dating means we can see other people…I don’t really…” She averted her eyes wondering what it was about him that could make her feel so vulnerable, so bare.
Weevil looked surprised, “You want a relationship with me?” He asked, his voice somewhat choked. He’d seen her leap into relationships with other guys and could only ever hope that she would ever be interested in that with him. Would she finally be his after all these years of watching her with everyone else?
“Yeah I do, if you don’t mind,” Veronica responded boldly, her nerves returning to her in a fierce way.
Laughing Weevil kissed her softly on the lips, “Oh baby I don’t mind at all,” He murmured softly, spinning her around.
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Love
Levin
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I dunno how I'm managing to do this much writing, I work tomorrow though so that might put a cramp in things :( Wish I didn't have to work.
Did you read the whole story or just chapter 4?
And check out VMars it only lasted three seasons but she was one of the strongest female characters on television.
Love,
Ash
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I would love if I got to check out Veronica Mars, but I already have so many obsessions that I doubt I'll ever find time. LOL!
Much love!
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www.alluc.org is a good place to find tv shows if you don't have lots of time.
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Much love!
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Love.
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Happy birthday on Sunday, btw! Birthdays are so much fun when you're young! My second son's birthday is on the 15th! :) He'll be 33! My oldest turned 34 in April. That really makes me feel old. I must be... I'm rambling. LOL!
Anyway, happy birthday.
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I turned twenty today and to celebrate I went and saw Dirty Dancing the stage production.
Thanks for the birthday wishes.
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I guess I do, and I'm about to really start it in January.
Thank you, I'll try to do something with my talent if only because people like you have taught me it's a pity to waste.
Thank you so much for constantly encouraging me.
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