FIC: En Prise (Veronica Mars, Lilly/Weevil)
Title: En Prise
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Timeline: Pre-Season 1
Pairing: Weevil/Lilly
Ownership: The CW currently owns VM’s rump.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 934
Summary: Every story has a beginning, every disaster an origin. One possible first ride, first kiss, and first inkling of disaster.
Note: The title is a chess term-anyone know what it means? First correct guess gets a drabble of his or her choice!
Everyone knew Lilly Kane, the premier teenaged goddess among mortals. She wasn’t as pretty as some, as smart as others, or as bitchy as a few, but she was Lilly. Her old man built this town and everyone, every student, knew that Lilly was one small step from the throne. Oh, people knew Duncan and that pretty little upwardly mobile girlfriend of his, Veronica-the-sheriff’s-daughter-Mars, but Duncan held none of that glamour, the sheer school-molding, ego-slashing, cruel beauty of his sister.
Every boy in Weevil’s Earth Science class watched her tiniest move, each flick of her hair, each calculated eyelash bat in Logan Echoll’s direction. How could they not? Like cats to a trashcan after dark, they watched, and Weevil was nothing if not an old Tom, older than his years, and twice as hard.
Little surprised Weevil. He’d perfected the been there, done that persona that kept him in control of the PCHers: the casual sneer, the affected disinterest. He wore attitude like his favorite leather jacket, only taking it off at home at his grandmother’s table.
Safe to say he never expected to see her, the golden girl of the 09er clan, leaning against his bike after school one day, all long legs and blonde locks. She gave him that look that spelled trouble and fun all at the same time and he could never have said no.
“What, you expecting someone else?” she said, one finger curling lazily around his handle bar.
Weevil could only blink, a shiver running up his spine. “Nah, all the usual hussies have rides for the afternoon. Places to see, people to do. You know the drill.”
Lilly grinned and said brightly, “Well, no one ever gave you people credit for intelligence.”
Before he could get good and pissed, she slung her leg over the seat and gave him this smile to light the world. “So, you going to give this hussy a ride home?”
Hussy. Her. The daughter of the Kanes, heir to the Kane fortune, the girl every other 09er wanted to be, or do, depending on persuasion. Sometimes both. The untouchable of untouchables, straddling his bike like there was nothing she would rather sling her legs around, when she’d never said two words to him before in her life. After all, he was one of those, the underclass. Someone to be kept in the shadows, or at least the kitchen.
Lilly smiled, her teeth flashing white and perfect, and he gave her a wink.
“You sure you know what you’re doing, sunshine? Cause this here ride isn’t for kiddies. You gotta be, well…” he licked his lips, “…this high to ride this ride.”
Lilly laughed, her head thrown back, braids trailing down her back. “Oh, you have no idea. You have no idea at all.”
He grinned back and slid into the seat in front of her, the bike springing to life. She caressed her hands around his waist like they belonged there and breathed in his ear, “So, Eli, show a girl a good time?”
He didn’t bother to answer, forgot to be surprised that she even knew his name. The bike surged forward and she gave a little squeak, the sound of surprise muffled by the roar of the engine. She grabbed him tighter, just a little off-balance, and he knew she’d never ridden before. He left the parking lot behind, empty of students, and he wondered if she’d dared come to him during school. The faces of her fellow 09ers looking down at her for slumming with the help, or of her boyfriend sneering down at his maid’s grandson.
The thought made him lean forward and the bike sung on the pavement in gleaming arcs. She squeezed him tight, face pressed against his back so close that she could have heard his heartbeat if they were still.
He’d given girls rides before, but this one was different. The tattoo of a laughing, bloody joker on his shoulder leered up at Lilly from beneath her cheek, and if Weevil believed in those things, he’d have said it felt alive.
There was no one home at the Kane estate and they rumbled through the gates like returning heroes. Lilly was still laughing as she slid off the bike, her face radiant.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” She said before dancing on her toes to twirl around a few times. “Now that was what I call showing a girl a good time.”
Weevil licked his lips. “You know, girls usually say that after they ride something else. Care to take that for a ride?”
Lilly stopped mid-twirl, her face almost cautious, and nothing like the girl who tormented science class with a look. Weevil stayed straddling the bike like nothing mattered, but he could feel the joker laughing at him, at them, at the utter absurdity of it all, and he couldn’t help but join in.
Lilly tossed back her head and laughed, too, a ripple of radiance, and placed a hand on his chest.
“Why, Eli, what an absolutely fascinating suggestion. Stick around and I may just have to take you up on it.”
There in the half dark of falling sunset, she pressed herself against his chest and kissed him, hard, like she was drowning. Weevil could do nothing but kiss her back; Lilly tasted of noontime glare, that dangerous white heat. He licked her neck as she arched against him and thought he was downing in light. Her sweat stung his tongue, the taste of summer and innocence misplaced, and he knew that Lilly’s sunlight was the kind that burned.
~~~END~~~
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Timeline: Pre-Season 1
Pairing: Weevil/Lilly
Ownership: The CW currently owns VM’s rump.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 934
Summary: Every story has a beginning, every disaster an origin. One possible first ride, first kiss, and first inkling of disaster.
Note: The title is a chess term-anyone know what it means? First correct guess gets a drabble of his or her choice!
Everyone knew Lilly Kane, the premier teenaged goddess among mortals. She wasn’t as pretty as some, as smart as others, or as bitchy as a few, but she was Lilly. Her old man built this town and everyone, every student, knew that Lilly was one small step from the throne. Oh, people knew Duncan and that pretty little upwardly mobile girlfriend of his, Veronica-the-sheriff’s-daughter-Mars, but Duncan held none of that glamour, the sheer school-molding, ego-slashing, cruel beauty of his sister.
Every boy in Weevil’s Earth Science class watched her tiniest move, each flick of her hair, each calculated eyelash bat in Logan Echoll’s direction. How could they not? Like cats to a trashcan after dark, they watched, and Weevil was nothing if not an old Tom, older than his years, and twice as hard.
Little surprised Weevil. He’d perfected the been there, done that persona that kept him in control of the PCHers: the casual sneer, the affected disinterest. He wore attitude like his favorite leather jacket, only taking it off at home at his grandmother’s table.
Safe to say he never expected to see her, the golden girl of the 09er clan, leaning against his bike after school one day, all long legs and blonde locks. She gave him that look that spelled trouble and fun all at the same time and he could never have said no.
“What, you expecting someone else?” she said, one finger curling lazily around his handle bar.
Weevil could only blink, a shiver running up his spine. “Nah, all the usual hussies have rides for the afternoon. Places to see, people to do. You know the drill.”
Lilly grinned and said brightly, “Well, no one ever gave you people credit for intelligence.”
Before he could get good and pissed, she slung her leg over the seat and gave him this smile to light the world. “So, you going to give this hussy a ride home?”
Hussy. Her. The daughter of the Kanes, heir to the Kane fortune, the girl every other 09er wanted to be, or do, depending on persuasion. Sometimes both. The untouchable of untouchables, straddling his bike like there was nothing she would rather sling her legs around, when she’d never said two words to him before in her life. After all, he was one of those, the underclass. Someone to be kept in the shadows, or at least the kitchen.
Lilly smiled, her teeth flashing white and perfect, and he gave her a wink.
“You sure you know what you’re doing, sunshine? Cause this here ride isn’t for kiddies. You gotta be, well…” he licked his lips, “…this high to ride this ride.”
Lilly laughed, her head thrown back, braids trailing down her back. “Oh, you have no idea. You have no idea at all.”
He grinned back and slid into the seat in front of her, the bike springing to life. She caressed her hands around his waist like they belonged there and breathed in his ear, “So, Eli, show a girl a good time?”
He didn’t bother to answer, forgot to be surprised that she even knew his name. The bike surged forward and she gave a little squeak, the sound of surprise muffled by the roar of the engine. She grabbed him tighter, just a little off-balance, and he knew she’d never ridden before. He left the parking lot behind, empty of students, and he wondered if she’d dared come to him during school. The faces of her fellow 09ers looking down at her for slumming with the help, or of her boyfriend sneering down at his maid’s grandson.
The thought made him lean forward and the bike sung on the pavement in gleaming arcs. She squeezed him tight, face pressed against his back so close that she could have heard his heartbeat if they were still.
He’d given girls rides before, but this one was different. The tattoo of a laughing, bloody joker on his shoulder leered up at Lilly from beneath her cheek, and if Weevil believed in those things, he’d have said it felt alive.
There was no one home at the Kane estate and they rumbled through the gates like returning heroes. Lilly was still laughing as she slid off the bike, her face radiant.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.” She said before dancing on her toes to twirl around a few times. “Now that was what I call showing a girl a good time.”
Weevil licked his lips. “You know, girls usually say that after they ride something else. Care to take that for a ride?”
Lilly stopped mid-twirl, her face almost cautious, and nothing like the girl who tormented science class with a look. Weevil stayed straddling the bike like nothing mattered, but he could feel the joker laughing at him, at them, at the utter absurdity of it all, and he couldn’t help but join in.
Lilly tossed back her head and laughed, too, a ripple of radiance, and placed a hand on his chest.
“Why, Eli, what an absolutely fascinating suggestion. Stick around and I may just have to take you up on it.”
There in the half dark of falling sunset, she pressed herself against his chest and kissed him, hard, like she was drowning. Weevil could do nothing but kiss her back; Lilly tasted of noontime glare, that dangerous white heat. He licked her neck as she arched against him and thought he was downing in light. Her sweat stung his tongue, the taste of summer and innocence misplaced, and he knew that Lilly’s sunlight was the kind that burned.
~~~END~~~