Veronica Mars (Mac) 082. Right Kind of Wrong
Title: Right Kind of Wrong
Fandom: Veronica Mars: Cindy "Mac" Mackenzie
Characters: Mac/Veronica
Prompt: 082 - Right Kind of Wrong
Count: 643
Rating: PG13
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in a glorious AU universe. Minor spoilers for 2x19. Oh, and femslash, yay.
Summary: You knew this was wrong, and the level headed girl inside of you was screaming for you to stop. You weren't supposed to be that person.
Say my name and I cant fight it anymore
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you isnt really something I should do
Shouldnt wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
But baby youre the right kind of wrong
The first time you saw Veronica Mars was the first day of freshman year. You had heard about her all through junior high, even in elementary school, she was infamous, but you hadn't laid eyes on her until that morning. You were looking for your homeroom on the complete wrong side of the high school and you heard two girls giggling behind you. Turning around you spotted them. One was tall, blonde, built. Older, sixteen at least. The other was shorter, though also blonde, and smaller in all aspects. She looked to be a freshman as well. She was beautiful.
The girls giggled again before the older one noticed you. She introduced herself as Lilly and happily showed you to your homeroom, saying that her best friend was in the same room as you. Mackenzie and Mars, it made sense. Lilly dropped the two of you off at the room and you sunk into your seat in front of Meg Manning, yet another tall, beautiful blonde.
Your first day of freshman year and you were freaking surrounded by them.
Then by that weird turn of events Veronica Mars had appeared at your shit truck one afternoon during the start of junior year, spawning the start of a beautiful friendship. You were pretty sure she didn't remember you from that day back in freshman year, and after what had happened with the 'fab four'.
You never expected to be here with Veronica Mars though. Senior Alterna Prom, Logan's suit at the Neptune Grand. Veronica had managed to save you from Butters planned evening, one that was sure to drive you to jump off the freaking dinner boat and swim for your life. Now you and Veronica were sitting in the LeBaron decked out in full formal wear. Before you had made your getaway with her you had told Butters you'd meet him in the lobby. You weren't the kind of girl to blow off a promise like that.
Though up until ten minutes ago you also weren't the kind of girl to act on a crush. At least this kind, the hidden kind you'd had for four years, the one that had been there nagging at the back of your head. You weren't gay, that much was obvious by your insane feelings for Cassidy, before he dumped you in the middle of lunch and showed you what a bastard he really was, that is. You just simply.. Were insanely infatuated with your best friend.
And when she had playfully cupped your cheek after The Great Escape and made a joke about Thelma and Louise, you had done everything in your power to control your raging hormones. It made you realize how Dick Casablancas must feel every second of every day, God knows that boy was always turned on. You tried to fight yourself when you leaned forward a bit, putting your hand on her own cheek, trying to break eye contact, pull away, anything.
But Veronica had met you half way. Her forehead against yours, your breathing slow and shallow, matching with hers in perfect harmony and then slowly, softly, your lips were pressed up against Veronica's and neither one of you were fighting it. For a few seconds the world was perfect.
"This is wrong," she whispered to you. Eyes never leaving eyes, foreheads never breaking contact. Veronica Mars, always the voice of reason. Swallowing the Veronica-lips induced lump in your throat, you told her you knew it was. You asked her if it mattered. You took her running a hand through your slightly curled brown hair, looping the arm around the back of your neck and pulling you closer to her as a no, it didn't matter.
Eyes meeting eyes.
Lips meeting lips.
For a moment inside that black LeBaron parked outside the Neptune Grand Hotel, clad in awful formal dresses, it was all right. The world melted away.
Veronica.
Mac.
Together.
Fandom: Veronica Mars: Cindy "Mac" Mackenzie
Characters: Mac/Veronica
Prompt: 082 - Right Kind of Wrong
Count: 643
Rating: PG13
Warnings/Spoilers: Takes place in a glorious AU universe. Minor spoilers for 2x19. Oh, and femslash, yay.
Summary: You knew this was wrong, and the level headed girl inside of you was screaming for you to stop. You weren't supposed to be that person.
Say my name and I cant fight it anymore
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much
Loving you isnt really something I should do
Shouldnt wanna spend my time with you
That I should try to be strong
But baby youre the right kind of wrong
The first time you saw Veronica Mars was the first day of freshman year. You had heard about her all through junior high, even in elementary school, she was infamous, but you hadn't laid eyes on her until that morning. You were looking for your homeroom on the complete wrong side of the high school and you heard two girls giggling behind you. Turning around you spotted them. One was tall, blonde, built. Older, sixteen at least. The other was shorter, though also blonde, and smaller in all aspects. She looked to be a freshman as well. She was beautiful.
The girls giggled again before the older one noticed you. She introduced herself as Lilly and happily showed you to your homeroom, saying that her best friend was in the same room as you. Mackenzie and Mars, it made sense. Lilly dropped the two of you off at the room and you sunk into your seat in front of Meg Manning, yet another tall, beautiful blonde.
Your first day of freshman year and you were freaking surrounded by them.
Then by that weird turn of events Veronica Mars had appeared at your shit truck one afternoon during the start of junior year, spawning the start of a beautiful friendship. You were pretty sure she didn't remember you from that day back in freshman year, and after what had happened with the 'fab four'.
You never expected to be here with Veronica Mars though. Senior Alterna Prom, Logan's suit at the Neptune Grand. Veronica had managed to save you from Butters planned evening, one that was sure to drive you to jump off the freaking dinner boat and swim for your life. Now you and Veronica were sitting in the LeBaron decked out in full formal wear. Before you had made your getaway with her you had told Butters you'd meet him in the lobby. You weren't the kind of girl to blow off a promise like that.
Though up until ten minutes ago you also weren't the kind of girl to act on a crush. At least this kind, the hidden kind you'd had for four years, the one that had been there nagging at the back of your head. You weren't gay, that much was obvious by your insane feelings for Cassidy, before he dumped you in the middle of lunch and showed you what a bastard he really was, that is. You just simply.. Were insanely infatuated with your best friend.
And when she had playfully cupped your cheek after The Great Escape and made a joke about Thelma and Louise, you had done everything in your power to control your raging hormones. It made you realize how Dick Casablancas must feel every second of every day, God knows that boy was always turned on. You tried to fight yourself when you leaned forward a bit, putting your hand on her own cheek, trying to break eye contact, pull away, anything.
But Veronica had met you half way. Her forehead against yours, your breathing slow and shallow, matching with hers in perfect harmony and then slowly, softly, your lips were pressed up against Veronica's and neither one of you were fighting it. For a few seconds the world was perfect.
"This is wrong," she whispered to you. Eyes never leaving eyes, foreheads never breaking contact. Veronica Mars, always the voice of reason. Swallowing the Veronica-lips induced lump in your throat, you told her you knew it was. You asked her if it mattered. You took her running a hand through your slightly curled brown hair, looping the arm around the back of your neck and pulling you closer to her as a no, it didn't matter.
Eyes meeting eyes.
Lips meeting lips.
For a moment inside that black LeBaron parked outside the Neptune Grand Hotel, clad in awful formal dresses, it was all right. The world melted away.
Veronica.
Mac.
Together.