The Opposite of Tawdriness (Veronica/Wallace/Mac, NC-17)
Title: The Opposite of Tawdriness.
Fandom: Veronica Mars.
Characters: Veronica Mars.
Pairings: Veronica/Wallace/Mac.
Spoilers: 3x09 Spit & Eggs.
Kinks: Hurt/comfort.
Summary: Turns out Veronica does want a pity-party, and Wallace and Mac oblige.
A/N: Cross-posted to veronicamarsfic and vm_smut.
"So..."
Veronica looked up from her tray, meeting Mac's eyes. "So?"
"Lunch here is pretty crappy, isn't it?" said Mac.
"I miss real food," added Wallace helpfully.
"Your point?" asked Veronica, raising a single eyebrow in a trick Cliff taught her years ago.
"That we totally understand your not wanting to touch it," said Wallace.
"Really, it's gross," said Mac. "I'm thinking of lodging an official complaint."
"And?" said Veronica, raising the other eyebrow.
"Um, eating is good?" Wallace hazarded.
"How about pizza?" suggested Mac, perking up. "Pizza is good. Let's go get some. Now."
"How about ice cream?" asked Wallace. "Ice cream would be nice."
"Pizza and ice cream cost money," said Veronica, dropping her fork onto the plate with a clink, "and I am, at this point, only willing to shell out for coffee."
"You gotta eat, Veronica," said Wallace.
"I eat!"
"You didn't eat yesterday," said Mac, "and you're not eating now. We just figured --"
"You figured?" demanded Veronica, starting to get angry.
"We thought maybe if we got something tastier than cafeteria junk, maybe it would seem more... appetizing."
"Wallace, I don't need babysitting," said Veronica, "especially not from you. You were a wreck when Jackie left, if you care to remember."
"Actually, I don't care to remember," said Wallace quietly.
"So, just... leave it be. If I don't feel like eating, then I won't eat, and it's not because of --" Suddenly, she didn't even feel like finishing her sentence.
"Just saying," said Mac, "if you want to switch to binging on wallow-food, you've got options."
"Fine," said Veronica, raising both her hands. "Fine, I'll binge. Bring on the pizza, a carb-and-grease orgy it is." She got up abruptly and grabbed her bag off the back of the chair, heading out. "You two coming?"
Mac and Wallace scrambled to keep up.
"Where are we going?" asked Mac breathlessly.
"My room," said Wallace. "Piz won't be back before he's photo-copied every page in every book in the library."
"Good," said Veronica. "That should give us, what? Three hours?"
"Give or take," said Mac. "Swing by Cheapster Pizza on the way?"
"One pan double cheese pepperoni, one onion, pineapple and green pepper?" asked Wallace, glancing at Mac.
"The second one sounds good," she said, grinning, "in an evil sort of way."
"Evil," said Veronica. "Like men, in a way."
Wallace waved a hand in front of her face. "Hey! Standing right here, sister!"
Veronica glared. "Don't call me that, it's weird."
Wallace shrugged.
"I can see that I'm going to be the one carrying the pizzas back," said Mac.
In the end, Mac carried the veggie pizza and Wallace carried the pepperoni one. Veronica settled for carrying a six-pack, while Mac vowed she'd drink her share if only to ensure that Veronica wouldn't have more than two beers.
"No offence, but she's right," said Wallace. "You'd make a nasty drunk in your current state."
"Hey!" said Veronica. "Besides, since when does anyone get drunk off of three cans of beer?"
Mac raised her hand.
"Yeah," said Veronica, "but you're... you."
Luckily, they had reached Wallace's dorm. Mac was too busy ballancing Wallace's pizza on top of hers while he searched his pockets for the key. Once the door swung shut behind them, though, she let the greasy cardboard boxes drop on Piz's eerily neat desk and turned to Veronica, wearing her classic Mac not-glare.
"Right, whatever," said Veronica. "I'm sorry. It's not like alcohol tolerance is exactly an extolled virtue outside of Pi Sig parties."
"Which I seem to be frequenting more than would be expected," Mac pointed out.
She made a face. "Fair enough."
"C'mon, no fighting," said Wallace. "Let's eat."
Mac plopped on the floor, cross-legged, while Wallace settled on the edge of his bed and Veronica appropriated Piz's swiveling chair, ready to hand out slices.
"You boys and your two-track minds," said Veronica, smiling wryly as she held out a slice for Wallace.
"All that hating's bad for your health, Veronica," said Wallace right before chomping into his pizza. "Can't you feel the love?"
Veronica smiled. "Not really."
Feeling a hand on her knee, she glanced down and was caught by Mac's pale, earnest eyes.
"We could help you."
"Pity sex?" said Veronica. "The only thing that's worse than a pity party, cheap pizza and booze factored."
"It's not like that," said Wallace. "Don't think of it like that."
"How else am I supposed to think of it?" asked Veronica bitterly.
He moved off the bed so quickly that before she knew it he was against her, kissing her. Veronica had never expected to be kissing Wallace, it had never occured to her that they would be in such a situation, but she knew immediately that his kisses did not surprise her. They were as warm and full of feeling as she might have imagined if she'd bothered to, forceful but not demanding.
Behind her fingers pulled back her hair and a warm mouth pressed into her neck. "Let us help you," she heard whispered in a breath so close to her ear.
"You planned this," she accused faintly as Wallace let go of her mouth, his hands moving down to finger the buttons of her shirt. "When?"
"Just now," said Mac in her ear, and Veronica barely had time to register shock that the two of them had managed to reach such a level of unspoken communication without her noticing. Mac was busily kissing her neck, one hand sneaking down to trail under the hem of her shirt, stroking her hip and stomach.
"Oh," she said. "Oh."
Wallace was watching her face closely, his expression oddly grave and concentrated, as he opened her shirt one slow, deliberate button at a time, skimming over her bare skin. He leaned in to kiss her again just as Mac began tugging the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. Her right hand lifted, reaching forward to touch, but Mac grabbed her forearm and held her back until she'd finished pulling the sleeve off. She let Mac pull her left arm back and handle it, her right reaching forward again, to Wallace who suddenly seemed as surprised as she was now that she was touching him back.
Cotton brushed her back briefly and then pulled away. She felt Mac unhooking her bra and shrugged it off as she pressed against her again, the feeling of cotton back and distinct with the odd roughness of peeling T-shirt print. Mac's mouth was on her neck and her hands worked up from her hips over her torso until she cupped a breast in each hand. Veronica moaned, leaning back. Mac kneaded her breasts and ran her thumbs over her hardening nipples and she moaned again.
Wallace dipped his head and kissed her neck. She reached for his shirt at the same time as he reached for her jeans and he deferred, letting her pull it off and pressing against her chest and Mac's hands still moving over her breasts. Close against her, he reached down to unzip her jeans and his fingers gently pried under them. Her thighs already parted, she lifted her sliding hips off the chair.
Instead of pulling down her pants, Wallace straightened and held out his hand to her. She reached out to him, hesitant, and he grasped her hand and pulled her to him and across the room to his bed, one arm wrapped low over her hips. Mac followed closely behind, stripping off her shirt and bra with brisk efficiency. She sat close to the head of the bed draping one leg to either side and gestured for Veronica to come to her.
Veronica stopped only to awkwardly pull off her jeans and leave them crumpled at the foot of the bed. She climbed on and sat across from Mac, who leaned forward and kissed her easily, as if it was no big deal to be making out with a girl for no particular reason. Except that it felt good. Lilly never would have done something like this, she thought. She'd only make out with a girl if someone were watching. Suddenly she remembered Wallace and wondered if he was watching them and if he liked it. She turned her head and saw him sitting at the foot of his bed, hips peeking out of his cargos. He was watching.
Mac reached again to stroke her breast, and Veronica allowed herself to be pulled back, leaning into the touch and feeling soft breasts pressed against her back and fingers toying with her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut and she said, "I'm ready."
She lifted her hips again when she felt him touching her underwear, and this time he did pull them off. She was briefly and acutely aware of the fact that she was naked before the thought was banished from her mind by a hot mouth pressing against her. She moaned and whimpered as his tongue slid between her parted lips, probed deeper, retreated and ran a circle around her clit. When his mouth disappeared she whimpered again, bucking against air.
"Hold on," she heard Mac whisper between nuzzling her and nibbling her lobe.
She tried to be patient. Wallace's hands came to rest on her hips, gently pushing her back down on the bed. She felt the heat of his body getting closer and a second later he was touching her, skin to skin, sliding inside her with a softness and easiness that she had never expected. She opened her eyes and his face was so close to hers, hovering just above her until she lifted herself up the tiny distance and pressed against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist as she kissed him until she thought for one brief, terrifying second that she might cry.
Held from either side, Veronica sank back into the warmth and softness of Mac who held her around the waist and whispered in her ear, while above her Wallace sank into her, hard and sweating, bracing one hand and the other reaching into her, stroking her clit as he fucked her. Oh, God, Wallace was fucking her and she liked it! Without thinking her eyes closed and then opened again, and she broke out in a voice raspy with lust.
"Kiss her."
In her left ear Mac gasped softly.
"Huh?"
"Wallace," she said, "kiss Mac. I want to see it."
A smile formed on Wallace's face, but didn't get too far. Veronica squiggled to the right, pulling up her right side against him and angling her body just right while Wallace leaned past her to capture Mac's tilted head. She had time only to breathe half a sigh of protest before he put his mouth against hers, softly, then pulled back a bit.
"That was nice," sighed Veronica. She pressed her face into Wallace's neck and mumbled, "I liked that."
Mac reached up to pinch her nipple.
"Ow!" she cried out. "What was that?"
"What was that?" asked Mac pointedly.
"Don't tell me you didn't like it," said Veronica. "If we're gonna do this -- I still can't believe we're actually doing this -- you need to enjoy it, too."
Mac shrugged with her one free shoulder. "Frozen from the waist down, remember?"
"We'll deal with her later," said Wallace.
"Yeah, V, don't leave Wallace hanging," said Mac. "You can deal with me later." She laid a hand on Veronica's arm, tugging her back down against her, her hands once again cupping Veronica's breasts, her mouth nipping her neck lightly.
Wallace's hand moved over one of Mac's and down Veronica's body. He rubbed her hip before moving down to her crotch and moving the tip of his thumb against her clit in a way that made her buck up against him suddenly, crying out. He pushed her down, pressed against her and kissed her while his thumb still worked relentlessly and the rhythm of his body picked up. She moaned into his mouth, grinding against him desperately. Her fingers closed over the skin of his back, finding no grip, her thighs tightened even more around him and she gasped and moaned as she came, tight and tense, falling loose and soft and limp against Mac's receptive body.
Wallace buried his face in her neck and thrust a few more times, finally collapsing over them both. A breathless second later her rolled over and fitted himself into the tight space between the two girls and the wall.
"Jesus Christ," said Veronica raspily.
"Looks like something better, frankly," said Mac, smiling and brushing a strand of damp hair off her face.
Wallace lay on his side, looking at them. Then he got up abruptly, struggling out of the narrow margin of bed he had claimed.
"Where you goin'?" Veronica asked his back, trying to sound nonchalant.
He reappeared a moment later, holding up a condom. "We're gonna need another one of these, if you want us to take care of Mac."
Mac sat up straight. "Hey, the pizza'll get cold."
"Hey," said Veronica, "the pizza's already cold. What've you got to lose?"
"Uh, my virginity?" said Mac.
Wallace shrugged and sat down at the foot of the bed. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be big on feminine virtues, of all people," he said.
Veronica got up off the rumpled bedspread and turned around to straddle Mac just below the hips. Her hand reached down and teased Mac's pale skin where it met the waistline of her jeans. "Come on," she said softly. "You've been so good to me, I only want to return the favor."
A hissing sound made her turn her head. Wallace was holding out an open beer can in his right, and reaching for another from the six-pack on the floor. "This might make you more comfortable with it," he said.
Veronica took the can and held it out to Mac enticingly. "Just let us try. If you want to, just say the word and we'll stop. You can trust us, you know."
Mac hesitated for a long second or two. "Oh, what the hell," she said, "but I'm not touching the beer."
Wallace and Veronica exchanged a look.
"Fine by me," said Veronica.
Fandom: Veronica Mars.
Characters: Veronica Mars.
Pairings: Veronica/Wallace/Mac.
Spoilers: 3x09 Spit & Eggs.
Kinks: Hurt/comfort.
Summary: Turns out Veronica does want a pity-party, and Wallace and Mac oblige.
A/N: Cross-posted to veronicamarsfic and vm_smut.
"So..."
Veronica looked up from her tray, meeting Mac's eyes. "So?"
"Lunch here is pretty crappy, isn't it?" said Mac.
"I miss real food," added Wallace helpfully.
"Your point?" asked Veronica, raising a single eyebrow in a trick Cliff taught her years ago.
"That we totally understand your not wanting to touch it," said Wallace.
"Really, it's gross," said Mac. "I'm thinking of lodging an official complaint."
"And?" said Veronica, raising the other eyebrow.
"Um, eating is good?" Wallace hazarded.
"How about pizza?" suggested Mac, perking up. "Pizza is good. Let's go get some. Now."
"How about ice cream?" asked Wallace. "Ice cream would be nice."
"Pizza and ice cream cost money," said Veronica, dropping her fork onto the plate with a clink, "and I am, at this point, only willing to shell out for coffee."
"You gotta eat, Veronica," said Wallace.
"I eat!"
"You didn't eat yesterday," said Mac, "and you're not eating now. We just figured --"
"You figured?" demanded Veronica, starting to get angry.
"We thought maybe if we got something tastier than cafeteria junk, maybe it would seem more... appetizing."
"Wallace, I don't need babysitting," said Veronica, "especially not from you. You were a wreck when Jackie left, if you care to remember."
"Actually, I don't care to remember," said Wallace quietly.
"So, just... leave it be. If I don't feel like eating, then I won't eat, and it's not because of --" Suddenly, she didn't even feel like finishing her sentence.
"Just saying," said Mac, "if you want to switch to binging on wallow-food, you've got options."
"Fine," said Veronica, raising both her hands. "Fine, I'll binge. Bring on the pizza, a carb-and-grease orgy it is." She got up abruptly and grabbed her bag off the back of the chair, heading out. "You two coming?"
Mac and Wallace scrambled to keep up.
"Where are we going?" asked Mac breathlessly.
"My room," said Wallace. "Piz won't be back before he's photo-copied every page in every book in the library."
"Good," said Veronica. "That should give us, what? Three hours?"
"Give or take," said Mac. "Swing by Cheapster Pizza on the way?"
"One pan double cheese pepperoni, one onion, pineapple and green pepper?" asked Wallace, glancing at Mac.
"The second one sounds good," she said, grinning, "in an evil sort of way."
"Evil," said Veronica. "Like men, in a way."
Wallace waved a hand in front of her face. "Hey! Standing right here, sister!"
Veronica glared. "Don't call me that, it's weird."
Wallace shrugged.
"I can see that I'm going to be the one carrying the pizzas back," said Mac.
In the end, Mac carried the veggie pizza and Wallace carried the pepperoni one. Veronica settled for carrying a six-pack, while Mac vowed she'd drink her share if only to ensure that Veronica wouldn't have more than two beers.
"No offence, but she's right," said Wallace. "You'd make a nasty drunk in your current state."
"Hey!" said Veronica. "Besides, since when does anyone get drunk off of three cans of beer?"
Mac raised her hand.
"Yeah," said Veronica, "but you're... you."
Luckily, they had reached Wallace's dorm. Mac was too busy ballancing Wallace's pizza on top of hers while he searched his pockets for the key. Once the door swung shut behind them, though, she let the greasy cardboard boxes drop on Piz's eerily neat desk and turned to Veronica, wearing her classic Mac not-glare.
"Right, whatever," said Veronica. "I'm sorry. It's not like alcohol tolerance is exactly an extolled virtue outside of Pi Sig parties."
"Which I seem to be frequenting more than would be expected," Mac pointed out.
She made a face. "Fair enough."
"C'mon, no fighting," said Wallace. "Let's eat."
Mac plopped on the floor, cross-legged, while Wallace settled on the edge of his bed and Veronica appropriated Piz's swiveling chair, ready to hand out slices.
"You boys and your two-track minds," said Veronica, smiling wryly as she held out a slice for Wallace.
"All that hating's bad for your health, Veronica," said Wallace right before chomping into his pizza. "Can't you feel the love?"
Veronica smiled. "Not really."
Feeling a hand on her knee, she glanced down and was caught by Mac's pale, earnest eyes.
"We could help you."
"Pity sex?" said Veronica. "The only thing that's worse than a pity party, cheap pizza and booze factored."
"It's not like that," said Wallace. "Don't think of it like that."
"How else am I supposed to think of it?" asked Veronica bitterly.
He moved off the bed so quickly that before she knew it he was against her, kissing her. Veronica had never expected to be kissing Wallace, it had never occured to her that they would be in such a situation, but she knew immediately that his kisses did not surprise her. They were as warm and full of feeling as she might have imagined if she'd bothered to, forceful but not demanding.
Behind her fingers pulled back her hair and a warm mouth pressed into her neck. "Let us help you," she heard whispered in a breath so close to her ear.
"You planned this," she accused faintly as Wallace let go of her mouth, his hands moving down to finger the buttons of her shirt. "When?"
"Just now," said Mac in her ear, and Veronica barely had time to register shock that the two of them had managed to reach such a level of unspoken communication without her noticing. Mac was busily kissing her neck, one hand sneaking down to trail under the hem of her shirt, stroking her hip and stomach.
"Oh," she said. "Oh."
Wallace was watching her face closely, his expression oddly grave and concentrated, as he opened her shirt one slow, deliberate button at a time, skimming over her bare skin. He leaned in to kiss her again just as Mac began tugging the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. Her right hand lifted, reaching forward to touch, but Mac grabbed her forearm and held her back until she'd finished pulling the sleeve off. She let Mac pull her left arm back and handle it, her right reaching forward again, to Wallace who suddenly seemed as surprised as she was now that she was touching him back.
Cotton brushed her back briefly and then pulled away. She felt Mac unhooking her bra and shrugged it off as she pressed against her again, the feeling of cotton back and distinct with the odd roughness of peeling T-shirt print. Mac's mouth was on her neck and her hands worked up from her hips over her torso until she cupped a breast in each hand. Veronica moaned, leaning back. Mac kneaded her breasts and ran her thumbs over her hardening nipples and she moaned again.
Wallace dipped his head and kissed her neck. She reached for his shirt at the same time as he reached for her jeans and he deferred, letting her pull it off and pressing against her chest and Mac's hands still moving over her breasts. Close against her, he reached down to unzip her jeans and his fingers gently pried under them. Her thighs already parted, she lifted her sliding hips off the chair.
Instead of pulling down her pants, Wallace straightened and held out his hand to her. She reached out to him, hesitant, and he grasped her hand and pulled her to him and across the room to his bed, one arm wrapped low over her hips. Mac followed closely behind, stripping off her shirt and bra with brisk efficiency. She sat close to the head of the bed draping one leg to either side and gestured for Veronica to come to her.
Veronica stopped only to awkwardly pull off her jeans and leave them crumpled at the foot of the bed. She climbed on and sat across from Mac, who leaned forward and kissed her easily, as if it was no big deal to be making out with a girl for no particular reason. Except that it felt good. Lilly never would have done something like this, she thought. She'd only make out with a girl if someone were watching. Suddenly she remembered Wallace and wondered if he was watching them and if he liked it. She turned her head and saw him sitting at the foot of his bed, hips peeking out of his cargos. He was watching.
Mac reached again to stroke her breast, and Veronica allowed herself to be pulled back, leaning into the touch and feeling soft breasts pressed against her back and fingers toying with her hair. Her eyes fluttered shut and she said, "I'm ready."
She lifted her hips again when she felt him touching her underwear, and this time he did pull them off. She was briefly and acutely aware of the fact that she was naked before the thought was banished from her mind by a hot mouth pressing against her. She moaned and whimpered as his tongue slid between her parted lips, probed deeper, retreated and ran a circle around her clit. When his mouth disappeared she whimpered again, bucking against air.
"Hold on," she heard Mac whisper between nuzzling her and nibbling her lobe.
She tried to be patient. Wallace's hands came to rest on her hips, gently pushing her back down on the bed. She felt the heat of his body getting closer and a second later he was touching her, skin to skin, sliding inside her with a softness and easiness that she had never expected. She opened her eyes and his face was so close to hers, hovering just above her until she lifted herself up the tiny distance and pressed against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist as she kissed him until she thought for one brief, terrifying second that she might cry.
Held from either side, Veronica sank back into the warmth and softness of Mac who held her around the waist and whispered in her ear, while above her Wallace sank into her, hard and sweating, bracing one hand and the other reaching into her, stroking her clit as he fucked her. Oh, God, Wallace was fucking her and she liked it! Without thinking her eyes closed and then opened again, and she broke out in a voice raspy with lust.
"Kiss her."
In her left ear Mac gasped softly.
"Huh?"
"Wallace," she said, "kiss Mac. I want to see it."
A smile formed on Wallace's face, but didn't get too far. Veronica squiggled to the right, pulling up her right side against him and angling her body just right while Wallace leaned past her to capture Mac's tilted head. She had time only to breathe half a sigh of protest before he put his mouth against hers, softly, then pulled back a bit.
"That was nice," sighed Veronica. She pressed her face into Wallace's neck and mumbled, "I liked that."
Mac reached up to pinch her nipple.
"Ow!" she cried out. "What was that?"
"What was that?" asked Mac pointedly.
"Don't tell me you didn't like it," said Veronica. "If we're gonna do this -- I still can't believe we're actually doing this -- you need to enjoy it, too."
Mac shrugged with her one free shoulder. "Frozen from the waist down, remember?"
"We'll deal with her later," said Wallace.
"Yeah, V, don't leave Wallace hanging," said Mac. "You can deal with me later." She laid a hand on Veronica's arm, tugging her back down against her, her hands once again cupping Veronica's breasts, her mouth nipping her neck lightly.
Wallace's hand moved over one of Mac's and down Veronica's body. He rubbed her hip before moving down to her crotch and moving the tip of his thumb against her clit in a way that made her buck up against him suddenly, crying out. He pushed her down, pressed against her and kissed her while his thumb still worked relentlessly and the rhythm of his body picked up. She moaned into his mouth, grinding against him desperately. Her fingers closed over the skin of his back, finding no grip, her thighs tightened even more around him and she gasped and moaned as she came, tight and tense, falling loose and soft and limp against Mac's receptive body.
Wallace buried his face in her neck and thrust a few more times, finally collapsing over them both. A breathless second later her rolled over and fitted himself into the tight space between the two girls and the wall.
"Jesus Christ," said Veronica raspily.
"Looks like something better, frankly," said Mac, smiling and brushing a strand of damp hair off her face.
Wallace lay on his side, looking at them. Then he got up abruptly, struggling out of the narrow margin of bed he had claimed.
"Where you goin'?" Veronica asked his back, trying to sound nonchalant.
He reappeared a moment later, holding up a condom. "We're gonna need another one of these, if you want us to take care of Mac."
Mac sat up straight. "Hey, the pizza'll get cold."
"Hey," said Veronica, "the pizza's already cold. What've you got to lose?"
"Uh, my virginity?" said Mac.
Wallace shrugged and sat down at the foot of the bed. "I wouldn't have thought you'd be big on feminine virtues, of all people," he said.
Veronica got up off the rumpled bedspread and turned around to straddle Mac just below the hips. Her hand reached down and teased Mac's pale skin where it met the waistline of her jeans. "Come on," she said softly. "You've been so good to me, I only want to return the favor."
A hissing sound made her turn her head. Wallace was holding out an open beer can in his right, and reaching for another from the six-pack on the floor. "This might make you more comfortable with it," he said.
Veronica took the can and held it out to Mac enticingly. "Just let us try. If you want to, just say the word and we'll stop. You can trust us, you know."
Mac hesitated for a long second or two. "Oh, what the hell," she said, "but I'm not touching the beer."
Wallace and Veronica exchanged a look.
"Fine by me," said Veronica.