Fic: Arguments (Weevil/Veronica) Prompt: Argument PG
Title: Arguments
Author: rabidtazwrites
Claim: Weevil/Veronica Veronica Mars
10_random prompt: 5. argument
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Author Notes: My final fic for 10_random!
Their arguments are always fierce, always a little too fast for either of them to comprehend.
Weevil’s temper is quick, sometimes too quick for her to get a handle on, and the beauty of the rage in his eyes leaves her breathless at times even when she’s supposed to be angry.
He has always reminded her of a jungle cat, muscles moving below tanned skin, always on the prowl, always watching.
When he gets angry fire flares in his eyes, and a muscle twitches in his jaw and she knows he would never hurt her, which is the only reason she can find him beautiful in that moment.
Those maybelline lashes flutter, and his eyes smolder in her direction but he never raises his voice.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were having dinner with Echolls?” his voice is low, a note of hurt in it causing a sharp pain in her stomach.
Veronica didn’t tell him because to her it didn’t mean anything.
Coffee with an old friend.
As she looked into his eyes though she could see that it meant a whole lot, and the words stuck in her throat.
Did she really want to apologize to him? She wasn’t sure.
“It didn’t seem like a big deal,” she responds, and hates the sullen tone of her voice almost as much as the look of surprised pain on his face.
Weevil shakes his head, and turns away from her, the line of his shoulders tensed and she resists the urge to touch him, to soothe him.
“Not a big deal? It’s fucking Echolls Veronica,” his voice is sharper and he doesn’t even turn to look at her.
Veronica sighs, covering her eyes for a moment as she rubs her hands over her face.
They’ve been together for years, they’ve been married for three months and she has never seen him this upset.
The fact that he can’t even look at her makes her tense, more tense than she’s been.
“Yeah, it’s Logan. Logan who is married, me who is married. I love you Eli,” she murmurs the words.
Weevil finally turns to look at her, “What did he want?” he asks finally,
Veronica shrugs, “He’s moving back to Neptune and he just wanted to talk, see if I knew the goings on and all that. And I just wanted to make sure he’s doing okay.”
Weevil frowns, “You’re always gonna care for him.”
Some of the tension in his shoulders is slipping away and Veronica sees that as her opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist and lean into him slightly. She closes her eyes, fear rushing through her for a brief moment until his arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her close.
“Care for him yes, but I’m in love with you,” Veronica murmurs, kissing him softly on the lips and then smiling. “I’m not pregnant with his child after all.”
Weevil sputters for a moment, his eyes growing wide in surprise, “W-What?”
Veronica grins, “Yes,” she guides his hand to her stomach. “Your baby.”
It only takes a moment for it to sink in and when it does Weevil kisses her until she’s breathless.
Veronica hums to herself when they pull apart and he urges her toward the phone to call everyone they know.
How many arguments will she be able to get out of due to this?
Author: rabidtazwrites
Claim: Weevil/Veronica Veronica Mars
10_random prompt: 5. argument
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Author Notes: My final fic for 10_random!
Their arguments are always fierce, always a little too fast for either of them to comprehend.
Weevil’s temper is quick, sometimes too quick for her to get a handle on, and the beauty of the rage in his eyes leaves her breathless at times even when she’s supposed to be angry.
He has always reminded her of a jungle cat, muscles moving below tanned skin, always on the prowl, always watching.
When he gets angry fire flares in his eyes, and a muscle twitches in his jaw and she knows he would never hurt her, which is the only reason she can find him beautiful in that moment.
Those maybelline lashes flutter, and his eyes smolder in her direction but he never raises his voice.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were having dinner with Echolls?” his voice is low, a note of hurt in it causing a sharp pain in her stomach.
Veronica didn’t tell him because to her it didn’t mean anything.
Coffee with an old friend.
As she looked into his eyes though she could see that it meant a whole lot, and the words stuck in her throat.
Did she really want to apologize to him? She wasn’t sure.
“It didn’t seem like a big deal,” she responds, and hates the sullen tone of her voice almost as much as the look of surprised pain on his face.
Weevil shakes his head, and turns away from her, the line of his shoulders tensed and she resists the urge to touch him, to soothe him.
“Not a big deal? It’s fucking Echolls Veronica,” his voice is sharper and he doesn’t even turn to look at her.
Veronica sighs, covering her eyes for a moment as she rubs her hands over her face.
They’ve been together for years, they’ve been married for three months and she has never seen him this upset.
The fact that he can’t even look at her makes her tense, more tense than she’s been.
“Yeah, it’s Logan. Logan who is married, me who is married. I love you Eli,” she murmurs the words.
Weevil finally turns to look at her, “What did he want?” he asks finally,
Veronica shrugs, “He’s moving back to Neptune and he just wanted to talk, see if I knew the goings on and all that. And I just wanted to make sure he’s doing okay.”
Weevil frowns, “You’re always gonna care for him.”
Some of the tension in his shoulders is slipping away and Veronica sees that as her opportunity to wrap her arms around his waist and lean into him slightly. She closes her eyes, fear rushing through her for a brief moment until his arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her close.
“Care for him yes, but I’m in love with you,” Veronica murmurs, kissing him softly on the lips and then smiling. “I’m not pregnant with his child after all.”
Weevil sputters for a moment, his eyes growing wide in surprise, “W-What?”
Veronica grins, “Yes,” she guides his hand to her stomach. “Your baby.”
It only takes a moment for it to sink in and when it does Weevil kisses her until she’s breathless.
Veronica hums to herself when they pull apart and he urges her toward the phone to call everyone they know.
How many arguments will she be able to get out of due to this?