VM: Snowflakes Fly (V/Lamb) PG-13
Title: Snowflakes Fly
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 3x06 (missing scene)
Summary: not-quite-porn for mala (V/Lamb, obviously).
A/N: Will try to make it pornier after I move. Hopefully this will do until then. ;)
She didn't really expect his help. Lamb's track record was non-existent where she was concerned. She absolutely believed that, were she drowning in the ocean two feet from him, he would happily watch her go under.
And yet, she kept coming back. Somehow expecting that one day, hell would freeze over and he'd start doing his job.
It started out just the way she'd expected. Well, more or less.
Bigfoot. Rape humor. Disbelief bordering on hatred.
And then she'd said those two magic words: "Mercer Hayes."
And suddenly Lamb was leaning forward, looking downright interested. "The kid who ran the card room that got robbed."
Veronica tipped her head curiously. He actually seemed...serious. Engaged.
This had to be a first.
"That's him," she confirmed. His intensity was a little unnerving. "What?" Veronica finally asked, intrigued despite herself.
Hell was getting decidedly chilly, because Lamb actually told her. Information. About a case. "We finally found the stolen cashbox and, along with all the money, we found something interesting. Two vials of GHB. The same date rape drug the rapist used on two of his victims." He was deadly serious for another few seconds, and then he broke the spell by standing up and coming around the desk.
He perched on the edge and gave her that infuriating, 'I don't give a shit' smile. "So, as you can see, I have this under control." He gestured vaguely at the door to his office. "Go home. Braid your hair. I think you've wasted enough of my time."
And that was her cue to go find the guy herself. She'd known Lamb would be useless, but she was the daughter of an ex-lawman, and old habits died hard.
She stood, leaning one hip against the desk, and met his eyes easily. "This happened to one of my friends. I'm not going to forget about it. The sooner you put this guy behind bars, the sooner I'll be braiding my hair, and out of yours."
His cocky smile fell away and he leaned forward, jaw tightening. "Stay out of this, Veronica."
She smiled, all teeth. "Solve it, and I will."
Lamb stood, staring down at her in something approximating intimidation.
It wasn't very successful. Especially when he ran a hand through his hair in obvious frustration, yanking hard enough to make him wince.
And then he glared at her, like it was her fault. "You're a stubborn little bitch, you know that?"
Veronica laughed lightly. "And this is news?"
He grabbed her shoulders, blunt fingers digging into her biceps. She was going to have bruises in the morning. "You really want to end up like those other girls?" he hissed, leaning in. "All that pretty hair shaved off, that smug little grin wiped away? Damn it, Veronica, you of all people-" He stopped abruptly, his teeth grinding.
Veronica smiled tightly. "What? I should know better?" She watched his eyes, dared him to admit that he'd been wrong. "I thought I was crying wolf."
He shook her, hard. "Don't play games with me, Mars. This isn't some stolen bicycle. This isn't lunch money we're talking about. This isn't kid's stuff!"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, deputy, I'm not a kid!" She tried to pull away, but he held tight.
He looked her up and down slowly, his expression bitter. "Yeah. I noticed."
"I'm going to get him," she said quietly.
"You are a stubborn little bitch." There was no malice behind it anymore.
She nodded once, and then he kissed her.
She froze in shock, then gasped and jerked back. He followed, his mouth warm and wet and just this side of brutal; when she lifted her hands to push him away, her fingers only tangled in his shirt and pulled him closer.
It was beyond screwed up. Beyond wrong. It was right up there with bugging a confessional. Only worse, because this? Was downright enjoyable.
Enjoyable enough to make any vaguely guilty thoughts of Logan fade like ghosts. Enjoyable enough to make her open her mouth and press close and forget that she hated him.
Lamb was breathing hard and fast-into her mouth, against her cheek, lips trailing damp and hot along her ear, down her throat.
She wanted to say something witty, something sharp-but every time a thought started to form he'd move a hand or nip her throat, or swirl his tongue against her pulse, and her blood would rush in her ears and she'd forget how to speak.
"Haaah," she finally managed as his hand gripped the back of her neck and he pressed her hard against the sharp edge of the desk.
As witty commentary went, it wasn't her best.
"Stupid bitch," he murmured, lifting her onto the desk and pressing between her knees. "What do you want? What do you want from me?"
And then he yanked her head back by a handful of hair and bit her throat, muttering curses.
When she dug her nails into the back of his neck, he finally stopped talking.
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 3x06 (missing scene)
Summary: not-quite-porn for mala (V/Lamb, obviously).
A/N: Will try to make it pornier after I move. Hopefully this will do until then. ;)
She didn't really expect his help. Lamb's track record was non-existent where she was concerned. She absolutely believed that, were she drowning in the ocean two feet from him, he would happily watch her go under.
And yet, she kept coming back. Somehow expecting that one day, hell would freeze over and he'd start doing his job.
It started out just the way she'd expected. Well, more or less.
Bigfoot. Rape humor. Disbelief bordering on hatred.
And then she'd said those two magic words: "Mercer Hayes."
And suddenly Lamb was leaning forward, looking downright interested. "The kid who ran the card room that got robbed."
Veronica tipped her head curiously. He actually seemed...serious. Engaged.
This had to be a first.
"That's him," she confirmed. His intensity was a little unnerving. "What?" Veronica finally asked, intrigued despite herself.
Hell was getting decidedly chilly, because Lamb actually told her. Information. About a case. "We finally found the stolen cashbox and, along with all the money, we found something interesting. Two vials of GHB. The same date rape drug the rapist used on two of his victims." He was deadly serious for another few seconds, and then he broke the spell by standing up and coming around the desk.
He perched on the edge and gave her that infuriating, 'I don't give a shit' smile. "So, as you can see, I have this under control." He gestured vaguely at the door to his office. "Go home. Braid your hair. I think you've wasted enough of my time."
And that was her cue to go find the guy herself. She'd known Lamb would be useless, but she was the daughter of an ex-lawman, and old habits died hard.
She stood, leaning one hip against the desk, and met his eyes easily. "This happened to one of my friends. I'm not going to forget about it. The sooner you put this guy behind bars, the sooner I'll be braiding my hair, and out of yours."
His cocky smile fell away and he leaned forward, jaw tightening. "Stay out of this, Veronica."
She smiled, all teeth. "Solve it, and I will."
Lamb stood, staring down at her in something approximating intimidation.
It wasn't very successful. Especially when he ran a hand through his hair in obvious frustration, yanking hard enough to make him wince.
And then he glared at her, like it was her fault. "You're a stubborn little bitch, you know that?"
Veronica laughed lightly. "And this is news?"
He grabbed her shoulders, blunt fingers digging into her biceps. She was going to have bruises in the morning. "You really want to end up like those other girls?" he hissed, leaning in. "All that pretty hair shaved off, that smug little grin wiped away? Damn it, Veronica, you of all people-" He stopped abruptly, his teeth grinding.
Veronica smiled tightly. "What? I should know better?" She watched his eyes, dared him to admit that he'd been wrong. "I thought I was crying wolf."
He shook her, hard. "Don't play games with me, Mars. This isn't some stolen bicycle. This isn't lunch money we're talking about. This isn't kid's stuff!"
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, deputy, I'm not a kid!" She tried to pull away, but he held tight.
He looked her up and down slowly, his expression bitter. "Yeah. I noticed."
"I'm going to get him," she said quietly.
"You are a stubborn little bitch." There was no malice behind it anymore.
She nodded once, and then he kissed her.
She froze in shock, then gasped and jerked back. He followed, his mouth warm and wet and just this side of brutal; when she lifted her hands to push him away, her fingers only tangled in his shirt and pulled him closer.
It was beyond screwed up. Beyond wrong. It was right up there with bugging a confessional. Only worse, because this? Was downright enjoyable.
Enjoyable enough to make any vaguely guilty thoughts of Logan fade like ghosts. Enjoyable enough to make her open her mouth and press close and forget that she hated him.
Lamb was breathing hard and fast-into her mouth, against her cheek, lips trailing damp and hot along her ear, down her throat.
She wanted to say something witty, something sharp-but every time a thought started to form he'd move a hand or nip her throat, or swirl his tongue against her pulse, and her blood would rush in her ears and she'd forget how to speak.
"Haaah," she finally managed as his hand gripped the back of her neck and he pressed her hard against the sharp edge of the desk.
As witty commentary went, it wasn't her best.
"Stupid bitch," he murmured, lifting her onto the desk and pressing between her knees. "What do you want? What do you want from me?"
And then he yanked her head back by a handful of hair and bit her throat, muttering curses.
When she dug her nails into the back of his neck, he finally stopped talking.