Dancing. Prompt: Dancing (Weevil/Veronica)
Title: Dancing
Author: rabidtazwrites
Claim: Veronica Mars, Weevil/Veronica
10_random prompt: Dancing
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, it is the property of Rob Thomas.
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Author Notes: This is the second part of a small series of fics called Nights Not So Alone.
“You’re telling me that you like to go out dancing?” Veronica sounded amused by the thought of Weevil who always seemed so masculine and confident dancing.
“Not the kinda dancing you’re thinking of right now V,” Weevil laughed into the phone softly, shaking his head at the image he has of Veronica looking perturbed and trying to figure things out
“What kind of dancing then?” Veronica asked him, letting out a frustrated huff as she realized that she really didn’t have as good of a handle on Weevil as she had originally thought, and was surprised by the fact that she was actually satisfied with that and surprised.
“Salsa, latin dancing,” Weevil responded.
Veronica was quiet for a moment as she indulged in her fantasies of Weevil holding her close to his body, being able to feel the hard muscles as he led her around the dance floor. It would be addicting and for the first time since she had left Neptune she was glad she wasn’t there, which surprised her further.
She wasn’t entirely sure if she was there she would be able to control herself around him.
Weevil listened carefully, taking in the change in her breathing into the phone a smirk crossed his lips and he felt good for having affected her in such a manner.
“When you get back I can take you,” he offered to her, smiling slightly.
Veronica tried to figure out what to say because that sounded disturbingly like a date and she wasn’t sure of what to say, something stirring in her stomach, making her body tense up which she couldn’t quite describe.
“That seems like it might be pretty nice,” Veronica responded, nibbling on her bottom lip and sighed softly, resting her head back on her pillow.
“How are things going there?” Weevil asked her, wanting to know what life was like outside of Neptune for her especially since she had waited too long to leave.
Veronica doesn’t know why, but the first word that comes to mind is one she is unable to stop from leaving her lips, “Lonely.”
Weevil found himself surprised at her honesty, but didn’t know why. It had been awhile since he’d seen Veronica without one of her friends, or been around her himself.
“I’m sorry to hear that but only a little while longer right?” He told her, smiling to himself somewhat at the thought of having V back in his life once again.
“One more month,” Veronica doesn’t want to admit that she hoped that month went by as fast as possible because she wanted to be able to see him again.
“I’ll take you dancing,” Weevil responded, partially teasing her again. “You know you want to go dancing with me Veronica, a twirl along the floor.”
Veronica grinned, laughing softly, “Maybe, just maybe.”
*~*~*~*~*
Veronica wasn’t really surprised when Weevil appeared at her apartment door only two days after she had arrived home. It was forty eight hours and she had already been visited by everyone else who had missed her in the summer, even Logan and they’d mended their broken bridges but agreed, rather grudgingly on Logan’s part that their epic romance wasn’t meant to be.
She was surprised however by the appearance of the rose in his hand, “What is that for?”
Weevil grinned crookedly at her, offering her the rose. “It’s for my newest dance partner,” he replied, stepping into the house.
Veronica reached out and took the rose, ignoring the electricity of his touch and smiled at him. “Your newest dance partner?” She asked wryly, arching an eyebrow in his direction and smirking lightly. “I think you’re at the wrong apartment.”
Weevil shook his head, grasping her hand he pulled her close and tilted his head so that his lips were mere inches away from hers. “We’ve already been dancing Veronica, every night for the past month, what does it matter if we do it literally now?” His tone is challenging.
Veronica found herself breathless and nodded, “Sure, let’s dance.” She found herself raising her head, brushing her lips gently against his. “Teach me.”
Smirking Weevil pressed his lips more firmly against hers, “Oh I’ll teach you baby.”
Author: rabidtazwrites
Claim: Veronica Mars, Weevil/Veronica
10_random prompt: Dancing
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, it is the property of Rob Thomas.
Spoilers/Warnings: None.
Author Notes: This is the second part of a small series of fics called Nights Not So Alone.
“You’re telling me that you like to go out dancing?” Veronica sounded amused by the thought of Weevil who always seemed so masculine and confident dancing.
“Not the kinda dancing you’re thinking of right now V,” Weevil laughed into the phone softly, shaking his head at the image he has of Veronica looking perturbed and trying to figure things out
“What kind of dancing then?” Veronica asked him, letting out a frustrated huff as she realized that she really didn’t have as good of a handle on Weevil as she had originally thought, and was surprised by the fact that she was actually satisfied with that and surprised.
“Salsa, latin dancing,” Weevil responded.
Veronica was quiet for a moment as she indulged in her fantasies of Weevil holding her close to his body, being able to feel the hard muscles as he led her around the dance floor. It would be addicting and for the first time since she had left Neptune she was glad she wasn’t there, which surprised her further.
She wasn’t entirely sure if she was there she would be able to control herself around him.
Weevil listened carefully, taking in the change in her breathing into the phone a smirk crossed his lips and he felt good for having affected her in such a manner.
“When you get back I can take you,” he offered to her, smiling slightly.
Veronica tried to figure out what to say because that sounded disturbingly like a date and she wasn’t sure of what to say, something stirring in her stomach, making her body tense up which she couldn’t quite describe.
“That seems like it might be pretty nice,” Veronica responded, nibbling on her bottom lip and sighed softly, resting her head back on her pillow.
“How are things going there?” Weevil asked her, wanting to know what life was like outside of Neptune for her especially since she had waited too long to leave.
Veronica doesn’t know why, but the first word that comes to mind is one she is unable to stop from leaving her lips, “Lonely.”
Weevil found himself surprised at her honesty, but didn’t know why. It had been awhile since he’d seen Veronica without one of her friends, or been around her himself.
“I’m sorry to hear that but only a little while longer right?” He told her, smiling to himself somewhat at the thought of having V back in his life once again.
“One more month,” Veronica doesn’t want to admit that she hoped that month went by as fast as possible because she wanted to be able to see him again.
“I’ll take you dancing,” Weevil responded, partially teasing her again. “You know you want to go dancing with me Veronica, a twirl along the floor.”
Veronica grinned, laughing softly, “Maybe, just maybe.”
*~*~*~*~*
Veronica wasn’t really surprised when Weevil appeared at her apartment door only two days after she had arrived home. It was forty eight hours and she had already been visited by everyone else who had missed her in the summer, even Logan and they’d mended their broken bridges but agreed, rather grudgingly on Logan’s part that their epic romance wasn’t meant to be.
She was surprised however by the appearance of the rose in his hand, “What is that for?”
Weevil grinned crookedly at her, offering her the rose. “It’s for my newest dance partner,” he replied, stepping into the house.
Veronica reached out and took the rose, ignoring the electricity of his touch and smiled at him. “Your newest dance partner?” She asked wryly, arching an eyebrow in his direction and smirking lightly. “I think you’re at the wrong apartment.”
Weevil shook his head, grasping her hand he pulled her close and tilted his head so that his lips were mere inches away from hers. “We’ve already been dancing Veronica, every night for the past month, what does it matter if we do it literally now?” His tone is challenging.
Veronica found herself breathless and nodded, “Sure, let’s dance.” She found herself raising her head, brushing her lips gently against his. “Teach me.”
Smirking Weevil pressed his lips more firmly against hers, “Oh I’ll teach you baby.”