VMars Ficlet: Lost Dreams (WeeVer) R
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awritinglilypeaTitle: Lost Dreams
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: WeeVer
Rating: R
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff, unrequited love.
Prompt: 03. Dream//Table
Summary: Weevil closes his eyes and dreams of her, but when he opens them...
Warnings: Contains sexual content.
Weevil closes his eyes to fall asleep and dreams of her.
She walks toward him, her lips twisted into a small smile and her hips swaying from side to side in a manner more teasing than anything she's ever done.
Her eyes are sharp, filled with fire and he has the desire to pull her close and hold her tight, to kiss her, to do a hell of a lot more than that.
“You know you love me,” she whispers to him, pushing her hair out of her face and shifting from foot to foot before she drapes herself over his lap, arms around his neck.
His hands move to her hips and he leans upward, stretching so as to kiss her neck, to suckle it, enjoying every reaction he gets. She gasps and tilts her head back, her hair spills back away from her face and he slides his hands up her back and along her neck to bury them in her hair.
Weevil slides her tongue into her mouth and tastes her moan as it escapes her mouth.
She's wonderful and full of fire, and Weevil can't help but wish this moment between the two of them were real.
She's naked suddenly and it takes him a moment to realize he is too. He's just about to make love to her, because she deserves more than a fuck when a beeping noise interrupts him along with the sound of yelling and his eyes snap open, her name on his lips.
“Veronica.”
The disappointment at not finding her there with him is crushing. Sometimes he forgets she's not his.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: WeeVer
Rating: R
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff, unrequited love.
Prompt: 03. Dream//Table
Summary: Weevil closes his eyes and dreams of her, but when he opens them...
Warnings: Contains sexual content.
Weevil closes his eyes to fall asleep and dreams of her.
She walks toward him, her lips twisted into a small smile and her hips swaying from side to side in a manner more teasing than anything she's ever done.
Her eyes are sharp, filled with fire and he has the desire to pull her close and hold her tight, to kiss her, to do a hell of a lot more than that.
“You know you love me,” she whispers to him, pushing her hair out of her face and shifting from foot to foot before she drapes herself over his lap, arms around his neck.
His hands move to her hips and he leans upward, stretching so as to kiss her neck, to suckle it, enjoying every reaction he gets. She gasps and tilts her head back, her hair spills back away from her face and he slides his hands up her back and along her neck to bury them in her hair.
Weevil slides her tongue into her mouth and tastes her moan as it escapes her mouth.
She's wonderful and full of fire, and Weevil can't help but wish this moment between the two of them were real.
She's naked suddenly and it takes him a moment to realize he is too. He's just about to make love to her, because she deserves more than a fuck when a beeping noise interrupts him along with the sound of yelling and his eyes snap open, her name on his lips.
“Veronica.”
The disappointment at not finding her there with him is crushing. Sometimes he forgets she's not his.
