Better Life (3/?)
Better Life (3/?)
Chapter title: A Little Less Conversation...Please
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's been 4 years since he almost died and in that time he's rebuilt a friendship with her that's even stronger than it was before he turned on her, but he wants more. He doesn't know if she feels the same way and she's not single but he knows he's the one for her and their friends agree.
Characters/Pairing: Lamb, Veronica, OFC, mentions others (Eventual Veronica/Lamb, mentions Veronica/OFC)
Spoilers: entire series but AU from 3X14
Word Count: 1210
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars
I am sooooo sorry, I really thought I'd already posted this. Oops. Forgive me please. and just so you know, this chapter is about 98% smut...and it was one chapter but i split it into two chapters the next will be up in the next ccouple days. so enjoy. this is one of my favorite chapters I've ever written, this one was hard work but so worth it.
The chapter picks up the day after the party from chapter 2 and don't forget that this chapter takes place 4 years after the finale so veronica is 23/24 and not as inexperienced as she was in the series, which means that this would not necassarily be out of character for her and...its fiction anyways...
18 hours later and I still haven't made a decision about whether or not I'm going to out myself to Goldilocks. I have plans for dinner and a movie with her; or pizza and multiple episodes of South Park to be exact, but I'm just not sure I'm willing to risk it.
By the time I get back from taking Mac to San Diego and make it her and Veronica's apartment I've decided just to play it by ear. If she's in one of her cuddling moods tonight, like she often is on our movie nights, I'll just look closer and see if maybe Wallace had been correct.
When I get to the door and knock no one answers so I use my key and let myself into Veronica and Mac's apartment, formerly known as Casa de Mars. When Keith married Alicia 3 years ago he moved in with her and Mac took over his old room. Her and Veronica have been roommates ever since and I'd spent so much time over there since then that they finally just gave me a key. Veronica wasn't expecting me for another hour but I knew she wouldn't mind and Mac was away so I wouldn't be disturbing her.
When I walk into the living room I can hear water running in her room and smile at the thought of her in the shower. Sure, I have no personal knowledge of the playground that is Veronica Mars' body, but I've spent more than my share of time imagining it down to the shape and tint of her perfect little nipples.
Fuck, cool your jets Don. The last thing you need is for her to walk out here and see your soldier saluting her.
I laugh at my thoughts, take a seat on the couch and when the water shuts off I stand and make my way to her door to let her know I'm there. But I freeze almost immediately when I hear her voice.
"No, I don't have time for this Colby. Don's gonna be here soon and I need to get dressed…..Well I miss you too but that doesn't make time slow down and I don't…Well I'm sorry you're horny and alone but I'm not gonna be alone for much longer so you need to just…God, just hold on for a second."
I hear some rustling, I figure that she's getting dressed and then I hear Colby's voice over speaker phone. "Come on baby. You didn't give me any before I left and now I'm gone for a week, just tide me over till I can come back and get a taste of the real thing."
I hear her huff and I just know it's followed by an eye roll. A few more steps and I'm only a few feet from her door, its half open and I can see from her reflection in her full length mirror that she's standing in front of her bed, but I'm placed perfectly so that she can't see me. And I know I should leave, that I probably don't want to be present for what's about to happen, but my feet are just glued to the floor.
"Fuck, fine, just make it quick."
Colby laughs and I just want to reach through the phone and wipe the smug look I know he has off of his face. But I digress and behave myself and instead continue to watch her in the mirror.
"So, what are you wearing?"
I see the eye roll this time as she looks down and then very seductively says. "Just a towel."
I inwardly laugh because her body language is far from her tone of voice and the sweats and button up shirt, one of mine actually, are far from a tiny towel. I take some serious pride in the fact that not only is she wearing my shirt, but she doesn't seem to be too excited about the conversation she's having.
"Take it off and lie down."
She shakes her head and plops down on the bed setting the phone on her night table and resting one hand behind her head the other on her stomach; she doesn't remove a single piece of clothing.
"You naked yet baby?"
"Completely." Once again with the sexy tone and uninterested body language. God I love this girl. I mean...oh who the fuck am I kidding we all know it.
"Good, I love it when those gorgeous tits are on display. I want you to touch them."
Fuck, I want her to touch them too and just like that I get my wish, she half heartedly slides a hand inside her shirt which is barely buttoned past her cleavage and I can see her cupping herself under the fabric. She lets out a tiny sigh, closes her eyes and I take another step towards the door.
"That's it sweetheart. Are your nipples hard?"
She lets out a small 'yes' and I feel myself hardening in my jeans. Fuck, this is so wrong and I know I should leave, but fuck; my body has officially stopped listening to my head so I just continue to watch.
"Mmm, good, I want you to tug on them, pinch them between your fingers nice and hard."
I watch as she does just that, the fabric moving as she twist her nipple between her slender fingers and I have to hold back a groan as part of her breast becomes visible.
"Does that feel good Veronica?"
"Yeah."
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
"Yes, it feels good."
I hear him groan a little and I have to keep myself from being sick, this would be so much better if he wasn't on the phone. Fuck! What's wrong with me? I'm watching her play with herself and I'm wishing that I wasn't just watching her? Either way this was beyond acceptable. But yet my feet keep carrying me closer to the door and my eyes won't leave her arched back and parted lips.
"'Fuck yeah, open your legs baby."
I watch as her hips shift and her legs open slightly but her hand stays under the shirt.
"Spread 'em wide little girl and touch your pussy."
She ignores his request and continues tugging on her now completely exposed right nipple earnestly and then switches to the left one.
"Do your fingers feel good?"
She nods and I laugh to myself again. He can't hear you Veronica.
"I can't hear you baby." Fuck, stupid son of a bitch taking the words right out of my head.
"They feel so good."
Her voice and her fingers on her tits have driven me near insane. I turn away for a second trying to regain my composure and actually contemplate opening the front door loudly, hoping that this torture will end, but once again my feet don't move.
"Are you wet for me Veronica?"
At those words my focus is back on her, horrifically hoping that she is indeed wet and hopefully naked.
When my eyes reach her body she's still clothed and her hand is still on her breast, but that's not what gets my attention. No, what gets my attention is the fact that she, is staring right at me.
to be continued...
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