I Told You So (3/?)
I Told You So (3/?)
Chapter title: His Predicament
Rating: R this chapter
Summary: 2 years post finale Veronica and Lamb are both working at Mars Investigations. On their way back from a case they run into some car trouble and end up having to spend the night together. DoVe
Characters/Pairing: Veronica/Lamb (mentions Keith, Logan, Logan/Veronica, Piz)
Spoilers: entire series but AU from 3X14
Word Count: 1224
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars
I should have let it go but my mouth just ran away with it and there was no stopping after that.
And fuck, when she said that who shared her bed and how often was none of my business I swear I almost lost it. Because as wrong as it was, as far as I was concerned it was absolutely my business.
The whole situation was getting out of hand, the heat was getting to me and the fact that I was horny, hot and wanted her was really starting to become a problem.
So I made that comment about men being willing to service her hoping I would plant the seed and instead of jumping the next random guy she saw, she'd jump me.
And then everything went to hell because of one tiny little mention of a battery operated device.
Talk about a beautiful vision, I mean can you blame me for loosing focus? I know I can't. The entire time we waited for the tow truck the only thing running through my mind was her, on her bed, legs spread, with a fucking vibrator buzzing away. I'd never wanted to be a piece if silicone so much in my damn life.
But anyways, after he finished with the car the tow driver took us to the closest town, which luckily had a hotel since there was no way we were getting out of there until the next morning at the earliest.
When we pulled up to the hotel entrance I helped Veronica out of the truck and the minute she was on her feet my hand found her lower back again. Far be it from me to give up an opportunity to touch her and she hadn't yelled at me yet for the fact that my left hand had been nearly glued to her for the past half hour, so I had no intention of removing it. I guided her inside the lobby of the hotel and when we got to the front desk the guy smiled and shook his head when I asked for two rooms. "Sorry buddy, only got one. You and your girl will have to share."
I couldn't stop the smirk that appeared at his words, sharing a room with her would definitely not be an issue for me.
But you would have thought that he'd just told Veronica that Madison Sinclair had been elected President of the United States. "What! You're kidding right? There's nothing, not even a twin or something? A cot you can roll in or a sleeping bag. Anything, I'm begging you."
He shrugged and looked slightly sympathetic. "Nope, sorry, there's a motocross competition in the next town over and everything in the county is full. It's amazing we've even got the one room. Luckily it's a queen so you won't be too cramped."
I looked down at her and gave her an encouraging smile but she looked like she was in shock. "Veronica, it will have to do."
She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest and I couldn't help but laugh as it reminded me of the little girl I once knew. "Fine, if we must."
When we got to the room she called the bathroom first and as she showered, and I daydreamed about her showering, I ran to the diner across the street and got us some food. By the time I got back she was dried off and sitting on the bed in a pair of tiny shorts and a little black tank talking to Keith on the phone. I jumped in the shower myself quickly and when I got out I changed into some sweats and a white tee and we both sat down and ate.
The shower and food greatly improved her mood and the tiny shorts and tank greatly improved my view and I started to get a little worried.
How the fuck was I gonna sleep next to her and behave myself? It was like I was in hell and the devil was dangling her in front of me on a string. Not fucking fair.
But I took it in stride and tried to act as normal as possible, we were friends after all, I just needed to look at it that way. We were two friends thrust together, well that was a bad choice of words let me rephrase...two friends stranded due to car trouble and trying to make the best of it. Two friends who would be spending the night together in the same room and sharing a bed...yeah, definitely easier said than done.
Luckily for me Veronica's nonchalance in terms of the situation gave me little opportunity to act on my inner desires. So instead of ripping her clothes off, tossing her on the bed and showing her what it was like to be touched by the one and only Don Lamb... we just chatted, watched some TV and around 11 she fell asleep.
We'd been watching an old episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000 and had been joking along with the robots when I realized that her voice had been mellowing and she'd started punctuating her words with small yawns. Because of this I wasn't the least bit surprised when I looked over to see her eyes closed. I smiled to myself as I switched off the TV, turned off the lights, pulled the covers over her and slid in next to her. I spent a while just watching her sleep, seriously contemplating spooning her and saying it wasn't intentional, but thought better of it and settled for my hand on her waist. I still couldn't believe how tiny she was as I rested my hand on her and I fell asleep quickly, enjoying the feeling of her skin against mine.
I woke up an hour or two later when she moved in her sleep and my hand ended up on her lower belly. It was when I opened my eyes that I came upon my predicament.
In her sleep her tank had shifted and her entire right breast was exposed.
So there I was, my hand on her belly, her perfect tit and taut nipple just staring at me.
This was most likely a no win situation for me and this was where my options came in. I could either bite the bullet and go to town on the tiny pink nub, or I could pull her shirt back up and remove the temptation altogether.
Which brings me back to the etiquette I was talking about earlier. The right thing to do would be to pull her shirt back up, but I really didn't fucking want to. And either way she was gonna wake up to my hand on her chest, which meant an ass kicking was inevitable because let's be realistic here, there was no way that I was gonna see anymore than her one perfect mound that night.
So yeah, throwing caution to the wind was definitely gonna be my mantra, at least I'd die knowing how it felt.
It was as I came to this conclusion about my course of action that I heard a tiny voice speak up.
"Are you gonna stare at it all night or are you gonna do something about it?"
Ok, so maybe my chances were better than I thought.
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