I Told You So (4/?)
I Told You So (4/?)
Chapter title: Her Surrender
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: 893
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars
A/N: im not thrilled with the chapter..but ive reworked it to the point of being sick of it and thats when i know its time to just give up and post it.
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sorry sorry sorry sorry its been so long, my computer died and i havent had much internet access because of it. so once again i didn't get a chance to respond to reviews, and also once again I figured you'd rather have an update than a review reply.
Ok, so maybe he had a point.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that he was right. It had been a long time, a really long time; almost a year to be exact.
The last time I'd had sex was with Logan before he moved. We weren't even dating anymore but up until that point it had been kind of a 'friends with benefits' situation. We knew we were better as friends, but neither of us wanted anybody else. So for over a year we kept the physical aspect but none of the emotions that went with it and it was great until he moved. I hadn't made it out to visit him and we'd intended on getting together while he was in town but we never got the chance. Other people were always around and when we did see each other it was purely on a hanging out basis and the few times we got each other alone, we were promptly disturbed. But I had plans to go visit in a month so I really didn't have too much waiting to do.
But fuck, then Don Lamb had to go and remind me of the fact that I was horny as hell, with no outlet, and that, added to the heat and the suddenly constant presence of his large warm hand against me...well it really just threw me for a loop.
That's pretty much why I freaked out about the room. Normally it wouldn't have been a big deal; you know just two friends sharing a room...and a bed...it could have been completely innocent. But once I finally admitted to myself that I needed a release, it was all I could think about and sharing a bed with him was probably not going to help my self control. I mean I was in dire need of an able bodied man and there was no man with a body more able than the Deputy himself.
But that was just the tip of the iceberg because I won't lie; there was a time when the idea of being in Don Lamb's bed was like the be all and end all. But that was years ago and then I hated him for 4 years and we'd spent the last 2 as friends. So even though I had fleeting thoughts as I mentioned earlier, it wasn't something I deemed a possibility especially since I was pretty sure he wasn't interested anyways.
Then things just kept up. While I was in the shower the only thing I could think about was how fucking sensational it would be if he joined me and when he was in the shower all I could think about was him in the shower and how sensational it would be if I joined him. I really thought I might die. It was not a good situation and I did not want to make an ass out of myself, so I kept my mouth shut, tried to act normal and ignored the way he looked at me most of the night because I was pretty fucking convinced that it was all in my head.
And things were fine, I played it off and we both behaved ourselves. Which to be honest absolutely fucking amazed me, at least on my side because at one point he bent down in front of me to pick up the remote control that had fallen to the floor and I had to literally sit on my hands to keep from coping a feel. That man has one beautiful backside. And to make matters worse, the fact that other than my father, he's the only man that shares my love for Mystery Science Theater, well that just pushed him even further up my possible sexual partners list. I mean men with an appreciation for snarky robots and horrific cinema are hard to find.
FML, why did I have to want the one man that didn't want me?
That was the thought that plagued me all night long. That no matter how turned on I was, or how willing I was to jump in bed with him...well jump in bed naked to be more specific I was already in bed with him...it didn't matter because he just wasn't interested. And it took alot but by the time my eyes started drooping, I'd accepted the fact that it just wasn't going to happen.
But then I woke up to the feeling of his hand on my stomach and I swear my belly was doing somersaults and every nerve in my body was on fire.
That was when I looked down and realized that not only had my shirt moved and my breast was showing, but he was awake, flat out staring at it and I'm pretty sure he was drooling. He looked like he was seriously weighing the options; and it was so fucking hot and I was so keyed up that my mind literally just gave in to my body's needs.
So yeah, I still blame him.
If he hadn't brought up my sexual frustration, hadn't stared at me like that and hadn't looked like he was going to ravage me like I'd never experienced before; those words never would have slipped from my mouth.
And yeah, I totally surrendered, but fuck, it was so worth it.
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the next chapter will be rated NC-17, fyi.