Fic: Twist of Fate 11/? (Veronica/Weevil) (rated nc-17 overall)
TITLE: Twist of Fate 11/?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRING: Duncan/Veronica, Weevil/Veronica
RATING: en.sea.xvii (NC-17) overall
WORD COUNT: 3017
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun. I'll put the characters back when I'm finished, I promise.
SPOILERS: AU; although general seasons 1 and 2 knowledge applies.
NOTES: I had a thought while I was watching old episodes and making caps: what if Veronica had been on the bus? So, much of this is going to be AU. I apologise in advance ;)
This chapter is also for adult/legal audiences only
"Here," Eli offered, "let me get your keys."
Veronica grinned. She could have pulled them out of her pocket, if she moved the camera and recording device into the hand that held Back-up's leash. But, the instant she felt Eli's hand on her hip, sliding around to her front pocket, she decided to play along.
"Mmmm, okay," she purred, leaning back against him.
It was late, Friday night, and they were returning to Veronica's apartment after retrieving the surveillance equipment that she had installed in the church. With Keith gone, the young couple had an evening of dinner, figuring out who was in cahoots with the Fitzpatricks, and then retiring to her bedroom for some very athletic, sexual activity.
Eli slid his hand into her pocket, and instead of fishing the keys out right away, he pressed his hand against her thigh and moved it as close to the centreline of her body as he could.
Veronica sucked in a sharp breath and bit back a moan. Eli smirked and nipped and her throat.
"Okay... you've made your point," she murmured, "I'm easy. Let's go inside."
He chuckled and pulled her keys of of her pocket. "You're no fun."
"Oh, I'm plenty of fun, and you know different," she reminded him as she took the keys out of his hand and unlocked the door.
He laughed quietly as they walked inside---just as the phone started ringing.
Veronica growled. "Dad. Probably checking up on me," she explained before she reached for the phone.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver after pushing the 'call' button and putting it to her ear.
"Veronica?"
"Hey, Wallace... what's up?" she said, while leaning back against the counter and watching as Eli take some things out of the fridge. She smiled; he promised to cook for her.
"I looked into that movie list," he told her.
"Oh... what did you find out?" she asked, tilting her body away from the kitchen.
"Does the name David 'Curly' Moran mean anything to you?" he asked.
"David 'Curly' Moran?" Veronica echoed. "No... why would it?"
"That's the name of the stunt guy on 'The Long Haul,' and the name of the only stunt guy that lives in Neptune," Wallace told her. "IMDB didn't exactly have his home address, but I checked a phone book. There's only one Moran in Neptune."
Veronica exhaled slowly. "Well... thanks. I'll check his name for priors."
"No problem. Be careful, Veronica, okay?"
"I've got two bodyguards tonight," she assured him.
"Good."
"Oh, and please don't tell your mom," Veronica added. "If she finds out, she'll tell Dad, and then Dad'll have an armed escort following me to school---"
"And it won't be Weevil," Wallace finished.
"Exactly," Veronica agreed, "it'll probably be an ex-Marine with no sense of humour."
"I'll keep quiet until you figure out more," he promised. There was a noise in his background and then he quickly said, "I gotta book, Veronica. Talk to you later?"
"You bet. Have a good night with Jackie," she said with a smile, before ending the call and putting the phone back in the charger.
Eli turned to look at her. "What's Curly gotta do with it?"
"You know him?"
"I know of him."
Veronica tilted her head. "Eli... spill. Now."
He sighed. "Just... just don't get mad."
"I promise."
He sighed again and moved away from the counter, closer to Veronica. "Curly's dead," he told her quietly. He saw her jaw drop and he quickly put his hands up. "No, I didn't do it. Just lemme finish my story, a'right?"
At her nod, he continued. "After the crash, I got this weird call... some guy saying Curly was behind the bus crash."
"You don't know who it was?" Veronica asked quietly.
He shook his head. "They just said Curly was hired by the Fitzpatricks to get back at Cervando."
"That's a lot of info for an anonymous call," she pointed out. "What'd you do?"
"Nothing."
She scoffed. "I'm sure."
"Look, the Fitzpatricks are meth-head lunatics, but they're not gonna kill a bus full of kids over three grand," he told her. "Their problem with Cervando would have been solved in an alley with a baseball bat."
"But..."
He sighed. "Okay. We messed him around. But we stopped before he ended up dead. He was still talking when we left him," he admitted. "He said he didn't kill Cervando, but he knew who did."
"How'd he end up dead?"
"Dunno."
Veronica frowned. "Do you still have the number on your cell?"
"I stored it," he told her. "I figured... if I ever got another call from that number... or if something happened---"
"Like you getting busted?"
He ducked his head, avoiding her eyes. "I've been around you for too long. Even then, I knew better than to delete the number."
Veronica pushed off of the counter and wrapped her arms around his waist; she rested her head against his shoulder, tucking her face into his neck as she took his phone off of his belt.
"Don't move away yet," he whispered.
She chuckled and kissed her way from his neck to his lips. "I've got some detective work to do," she reminded him.
"So do I," he said in a rough voice.
Veronica blushed and felt her stomach flutter. "Like... what kind of detective work?"
"I think you have a vague idea, V," he said, before kissing her lips again.
She exhaled shakily. "I think I do, too," she said, smiling at him.
"But, I also know how you get when you got a hot case," he said, leaning away from her. "So, you get to work and I'll make us something to eat."
She glared at him. Deep down, she knew the old Veronica wouldn't have gone from the story Eli told her about nearly killing someone to wanting to tear his clothes off quite so quickly; she knew she should have been angry, she should have lectured him, she should have done anything but wrap herself around his body and want him to hold her back. The step Eli took away from her and the insistence that she get to work should have made her right her personal wrong---not make her want to follow him and forget about the work she should be doing.
"Later, chica," he promised quietly, smiling a little at her.
Her glare melted and she smiled. After a nod, she kissed his cheek and took his phone to her bedroom, where she logged into her computer and private investigation software.
An hour later, Eli came into the room with a tray for their plates of food and drinks.
"Looks good," she told him as he set her plate down in front of her. She nudged her laptop out of the way and picked up her fork. "Thank you... I didn't know you could cook."
He smirked. "Not just a pretty face."
Veronica laughed quietly.
As they ate, she told him what she learned about Curly Moran: he was found dead on the beach, after having washed up on shore; cause of death was ruled as drowning, but the beating the PCHers bestowed upon him didn't help; he worked at a place that only maintained high-end cars, which meant that his clientele was made up of Neptune's oh-nine-ers, like the Casablancas, Kane, Goodman, and Echolls families.
The number that had been on Eli's phone, she'd discovered, was from the Echolls home. Veronica didn't recognise the number, though, she wasn't sure which room in the house it came from.
"Why would Logan call you and tell you Curly did it?" Veronica asked. "It doesn't make sense."
"He had a party that night," Eli told her. "We crashed it."
"Of course you did," she murmured.
"Hey, I was still a bad ass then," he pointed out.
She smiled. "I thought you're still a bad ass."
He chuckled and resumed eating.
After they were finished with their meal, Veronica did the dishes while Eli took Back-up outside.
When he came back, he took the dog off of his leash, and then he locked the door; after turning the living room light off, he walked up behind Veronica, who was drying dishes, and put his hands on her hips.
"Mmm... are we picking up where we left off?"
He kissed her neck. "If you'd let me," he whispered.
"I'm seriously considering it," she purred, as he slipped his hands into her front pockets. "Didn't you have some detectiving you want to do?"
He chuckled.
"I can wait until your finished with the dishes," he told her, "I'm a patient guy."
"Hardly," she said, before chuckling. "You gonna wait right behind me?"
He moved his fingers against her thighs. "You can't multitask?" he challenged.
"I can," she dared him.
She felt Eli's lips flicker against her skin and she guessed he was smirking. His fingers continued to stroke her skin through the fabric of her pockets.
The last few dishes were difficult to finish drying. She had to set them down on the counter while she controlled her breathing. Eli chuckled each time she faltered.
When she was finished with the dishes, she pushed away from the counter and turned quickly in his arms, kissing him forcefully.
"You tease," she growled.
"I'll take care of you," he promised, before picking her up in his arms and walking towards her bedroom.
He didn't waste any time undressing her; she tried to return the favour, but he stopped her from taking off any more than his open shirt, leaving him in his sleeveless top and baggy pants. At his direction, she eased herself down on her bed and he joined her, kissing her once he was on her level.
The foreplay started out simple---gentle touches and kisses, the odd nibble---but it didn't stay that way. He slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked them against her core, building the tension inside of her; when she warned him that she was about to reach a climax, he stopped and started teasing her an entirely different way.
At first, she wasn't sure what he was doing; she could only feel feather-light touches over her breasts and stomach. After a minute or two, she realised that he was brushing his eyelashes against her, blinking so they tickled her skin.
"God," she breathed, "that's original."
"I thought you liked it when I batted my lashes at you," he reminded her.
She laughed. He kissed her stomach and then the gentle teasing was over. He returned to using his fingers against her body and supplemented their effect by using his lips, teeth, and tongue against her, too. She rocked against him and the entire bed moved; she didn't laugh when the bed jostled them because she was too far gone to care.
She hit her climax with a loud, desperate cry. Her body shook and then tightened... and then relaxed completely. She panted for breath as he kissed his way up her body.
"Lemme return the favour," she whispered, tugging on his shirt.
Eli didn't decline the offer. She smiled and practically slithered onto the floor as he brought himself over to the edge of the bed. She kneeled up and helped him tug his shirt off, throwing the white fabric behind her; and then she leaned in and pressed slow, openmouthed kisses over his inked torso.
"You---"
"Shhh," she whispered. "I'm appreciating some art."
He groaned and brought a hand up to the back of her head, cradling her as she continued to kiss his skin.
"V... please---"
"I'm detectiving. Shhh," she scolded, before winking up at him.
His laughter was strangled, but he allowed her to continue what she was doing.
After a few minutes, Veronica slowly started unfastening his belt and pants. Eli rose to a standing position and helped her slide the pants down his legs; then, he sat back down again. Veronica moved the pants, throwing them somewhere in the vicinity of his shirt, and she crawled in between his legs.
She placed a few kisses on the insides of his thighs, smirking when she heard his breathing change and become shaky.
Veronica slid her hands up his legs, and then to his hips as she brought her head down towards his inflating erection. She licked its head twice, eliciting a loud groan from Eli's throat, before slowly easing it into her mouth.
It wasn't her favourite thing to do, but she did enjoy the sounds Eli was making so she considered the act worth a few minutes of discomfort.
She couldn't take much of him into her mouth, but he didn't really seem to care as long as she kept her hands busy, exploring his skin and finding sensitive places she could exploit.
"V... V... c'mon---"
He stopped short when she cupped his balls and squeezed gently. She didn't miss the shudder that overtook his body.
"Okay. Serious, V."
She slid her head back, releasing him with a loud 'pop,' before smirking up at him.
"Yeah, E?"
"Get up here," he instructed in a dark voice.
"Gimme a second," she murmured, before crawling up the length of the bed to reach her bedside table. She knew the extra wiggle of her hips hadn't been lost on him when she heard him groan, and by the time she returned to his feet, condom in hand, she was grinning.
"You are like... the devil."
"A very sexy, sweet devil, though, right?" she purred.
He snorted and nodded, leaning down and kissing her before she unwrapped the condom and slid it down onto his erection.
Eli helped her to her feet and was about to move back on the bed, but she shook her head and told him to stay there.
"I wanna drive," she whispered.
"Okay."
She straddled his legs and then, with his hands on her hips for guidance, she slowly lowered herself down. She put her hand around his erection and positioned it at her entrance; when she was sure it was in the right place, she slid down without warning, without stopping until he was completely sheathed inside of her.
"Ohhh... god, yes," she hissed, before kissing her way from Eli's shoulder to his jaw.
He cupped her face in one hand and crushed his mouth to hers, sucking in a sharp, ferocious-sounding breath through his noise just before they met. She ground her lower body against his as the kiss intensified, needing an output for all the need coursing through her body.
She rode him as hard as she could, gyrating her hips when her body demanded even more than what she was already feeling.
Eli moved his mouth away from hers and latched it onto her neck. When he sucked her flesh into his mouth and bit down, she cried out, her voice turning hoarse.
"Don't stop," she whispered after her voice broke, "please, don't stop."
"Don't intend to, chica," he growled.
He trailed his lips from her throat to her left breast. As he bit and sucked his way around the globe of flesh, Veronica dug her nails into his shoulders and continued pumping herself up and down against him.
"Yes," she hissed, scratching him.
"Damn, girl," he moaned. "You gonna scratch my tats off."
"You wish," she purred.
He chuckled and resumed his previous activities.
They pushed each other they way they craved it, hard and fast and without limitations, until their nerves couldn't take anymore. Veronica reached climax first, followed by Eli hot on her heels, and then they slumped against each other.
"Mmm," he hummed, before kissing the side of her head, "you really do lay the pipe right."
She laughed quietly and punched his shoulder. "You're not so bad, yourself," she murmured.
"Think you ever gonna stop being such a wildcat?" he inquired, drawling in his accent a bit more than usual.
"Probably not," she breathed. "I like it like that. You are older than me, though... maybe I should be careful. You might break a hip."
Eli laughed into her hair. "Careful, chica," he threatened, "or when I recover, I'm gonna make you pay for that last remark."
"I know all of your tricks," she purred, "so I think I can handle it."
"Not all of them, V... not all of them," he whispered into her ear. "I might tie you up, do whatever I want... all night long. Leave you hangin' for hours..."
She whimpered at the suggestion he was proposing.
Eli smirked and tipped her head up for a gentle kiss.
After they enjoyed the afterglow, Veronica eased herself out of his lap and they cleaned themselves up. She took his sleeveless shirt and tugged it on over her head, before grabbing a pair of underwear from one of her drawers; Eli put his shorts and pants on.
Veronica took one look at his back and winced. "Oh... shit. Eli, I did some damage," she said as she saw the wounds seeping a little blood. "
"Am I complaining?"
She smiled and shook her head. She took his hand and kissed him. "Let's go check out that video surveillance, okay?"
He took another kiss from her lips. "Yeah... okay."
They curled up on the sofa together, Veronica between Eli's splayed legs. The first time they watched the footage, neither of them figured out when the drugs were passed. The second time, Veronica figured it out, but she didn't tell Eli what had happened. The third time, he caught on.
"It wasn't Father Patrick, then," he said quietly.
She shook her head. "Nope... Liam dealt the drugs out through the hymnal." She craned her neck and looked at him. "I've been wondering... why would the Fitzpatricks want Felix dead? Was it just an initiation or something for Thumper?"
He sighed and kissed her temple. "No... Felix and Molly Fitzpatrick, Liam's niece, were in love," he admitted.
"Oh..."
"Yeah."
She set the equipment down and turned a bit to hug him. "You spending the night?"
"I thought that was the deal, V," he whispered.
She smiled. "Yeah... I was just checking."
TBC...
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRING: Duncan/Veronica, Weevil/Veronica
RATING: en.sea.xvii (NC-17) overall
WORD COUNT: 3017
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun. I'll put the characters back when I'm finished, I promise.
SPOILERS: AU; although general seasons 1 and 2 knowledge applies.
NOTES: I had a thought while I was watching old episodes and making caps: what if Veronica had been on the bus? So, much of this is going to be AU. I apologise in advance ;)
This chapter is also for adult/legal audiences only
"Here," Eli offered, "let me get your keys."
Veronica grinned. She could have pulled them out of her pocket, if she moved the camera and recording device into the hand that held Back-up's leash. But, the instant she felt Eli's hand on her hip, sliding around to her front pocket, she decided to play along.
"Mmmm, okay," she purred, leaning back against him.
It was late, Friday night, and they were returning to Veronica's apartment after retrieving the surveillance equipment that she had installed in the church. With Keith gone, the young couple had an evening of dinner, figuring out who was in cahoots with the Fitzpatricks, and then retiring to her bedroom for some very athletic, sexual activity.
Eli slid his hand into her pocket, and instead of fishing the keys out right away, he pressed his hand against her thigh and moved it as close to the centreline of her body as he could.
Veronica sucked in a sharp breath and bit back a moan. Eli smirked and nipped and her throat.
"Okay... you've made your point," she murmured, "I'm easy. Let's go inside."
He chuckled and pulled her keys of of her pocket. "You're no fun."
"Oh, I'm plenty of fun, and you know different," she reminded him as she took the keys out of his hand and unlocked the door.
He laughed quietly as they walked inside---just as the phone started ringing.
Veronica growled. "Dad. Probably checking up on me," she explained before she reached for the phone.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver after pushing the 'call' button and putting it to her ear.
"Veronica?"
"Hey, Wallace... what's up?" she said, while leaning back against the counter and watching as Eli take some things out of the fridge. She smiled; he promised to cook for her.
"I looked into that movie list," he told her.
"Oh... what did you find out?" she asked, tilting her body away from the kitchen.
"Does the name David 'Curly' Moran mean anything to you?" he asked.
"David 'Curly' Moran?" Veronica echoed. "No... why would it?"
"That's the name of the stunt guy on 'The Long Haul,' and the name of the only stunt guy that lives in Neptune," Wallace told her. "IMDB didn't exactly have his home address, but I checked a phone book. There's only one Moran in Neptune."
Veronica exhaled slowly. "Well... thanks. I'll check his name for priors."
"No problem. Be careful, Veronica, okay?"
"I've got two bodyguards tonight," she assured him.
"Good."
"Oh, and please don't tell your mom," Veronica added. "If she finds out, she'll tell Dad, and then Dad'll have an armed escort following me to school---"
"And it won't be Weevil," Wallace finished.
"Exactly," Veronica agreed, "it'll probably be an ex-Marine with no sense of humour."
"I'll keep quiet until you figure out more," he promised. There was a noise in his background and then he quickly said, "I gotta book, Veronica. Talk to you later?"
"You bet. Have a good night with Jackie," she said with a smile, before ending the call and putting the phone back in the charger.
Eli turned to look at her. "What's Curly gotta do with it?"
"You know him?"
"I know of him."
Veronica tilted her head. "Eli... spill. Now."
He sighed. "Just... just don't get mad."
"I promise."
He sighed again and moved away from the counter, closer to Veronica. "Curly's dead," he told her quietly. He saw her jaw drop and he quickly put his hands up. "No, I didn't do it. Just lemme finish my story, a'right?"
At her nod, he continued. "After the crash, I got this weird call... some guy saying Curly was behind the bus crash."
"You don't know who it was?" Veronica asked quietly.
He shook his head. "They just said Curly was hired by the Fitzpatricks to get back at Cervando."
"That's a lot of info for an anonymous call," she pointed out. "What'd you do?"
"Nothing."
She scoffed. "I'm sure."
"Look, the Fitzpatricks are meth-head lunatics, but they're not gonna kill a bus full of kids over three grand," he told her. "Their problem with Cervando would have been solved in an alley with a baseball bat."
"But..."
He sighed. "Okay. We messed him around. But we stopped before he ended up dead. He was still talking when we left him," he admitted. "He said he didn't kill Cervando, but he knew who did."
"How'd he end up dead?"
"Dunno."
Veronica frowned. "Do you still have the number on your cell?"
"I stored it," he told her. "I figured... if I ever got another call from that number... or if something happened---"
"Like you getting busted?"
He ducked his head, avoiding her eyes. "I've been around you for too long. Even then, I knew better than to delete the number."
Veronica pushed off of the counter and wrapped her arms around his waist; she rested her head against his shoulder, tucking her face into his neck as she took his phone off of his belt.
"Don't move away yet," he whispered.
She chuckled and kissed her way from his neck to his lips. "I've got some detective work to do," she reminded him.
"So do I," he said in a rough voice.
Veronica blushed and felt her stomach flutter. "Like... what kind of detective work?"
"I think you have a vague idea, V," he said, before kissing her lips again.
She exhaled shakily. "I think I do, too," she said, smiling at him.
"But, I also know how you get when you got a hot case," he said, leaning away from her. "So, you get to work and I'll make us something to eat."
She glared at him. Deep down, she knew the old Veronica wouldn't have gone from the story Eli told her about nearly killing someone to wanting to tear his clothes off quite so quickly; she knew she should have been angry, she should have lectured him, she should have done anything but wrap herself around his body and want him to hold her back. The step Eli took away from her and the insistence that she get to work should have made her right her personal wrong---not make her want to follow him and forget about the work she should be doing.
"Later, chica," he promised quietly, smiling a little at her.
Her glare melted and she smiled. After a nod, she kissed his cheek and took his phone to her bedroom, where she logged into her computer and private investigation software.
An hour later, Eli came into the room with a tray for their plates of food and drinks.
"Looks good," she told him as he set her plate down in front of her. She nudged her laptop out of the way and picked up her fork. "Thank you... I didn't know you could cook."
He smirked. "Not just a pretty face."
Veronica laughed quietly.
As they ate, she told him what she learned about Curly Moran: he was found dead on the beach, after having washed up on shore; cause of death was ruled as drowning, but the beating the PCHers bestowed upon him didn't help; he worked at a place that only maintained high-end cars, which meant that his clientele was made up of Neptune's oh-nine-ers, like the Casablancas, Kane, Goodman, and Echolls families.
The number that had been on Eli's phone, she'd discovered, was from the Echolls home. Veronica didn't recognise the number, though, she wasn't sure which room in the house it came from.
"Why would Logan call you and tell you Curly did it?" Veronica asked. "It doesn't make sense."
"He had a party that night," Eli told her. "We crashed it."
"Of course you did," she murmured.
"Hey, I was still a bad ass then," he pointed out.
She smiled. "I thought you're still a bad ass."
He chuckled and resumed eating.
After they were finished with their meal, Veronica did the dishes while Eli took Back-up outside.
When he came back, he took the dog off of his leash, and then he locked the door; after turning the living room light off, he walked up behind Veronica, who was drying dishes, and put his hands on her hips.
"Mmm... are we picking up where we left off?"
He kissed her neck. "If you'd let me," he whispered.
"I'm seriously considering it," she purred, as he slipped his hands into her front pockets. "Didn't you have some detectiving you want to do?"
He chuckled.
"I can wait until your finished with the dishes," he told her, "I'm a patient guy."
"Hardly," she said, before chuckling. "You gonna wait right behind me?"
He moved his fingers against her thighs. "You can't multitask?" he challenged.
"I can," she dared him.
She felt Eli's lips flicker against her skin and she guessed he was smirking. His fingers continued to stroke her skin through the fabric of her pockets.
The last few dishes were difficult to finish drying. She had to set them down on the counter while she controlled her breathing. Eli chuckled each time she faltered.
When she was finished with the dishes, she pushed away from the counter and turned quickly in his arms, kissing him forcefully.
"You tease," she growled.
"I'll take care of you," he promised, before picking her up in his arms and walking towards her bedroom.
He didn't waste any time undressing her; she tried to return the favour, but he stopped her from taking off any more than his open shirt, leaving him in his sleeveless top and baggy pants. At his direction, she eased herself down on her bed and he joined her, kissing her once he was on her level.
The foreplay started out simple---gentle touches and kisses, the odd nibble---but it didn't stay that way. He slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked them against her core, building the tension inside of her; when she warned him that she was about to reach a climax, he stopped and started teasing her an entirely different way.
At first, she wasn't sure what he was doing; she could only feel feather-light touches over her breasts and stomach. After a minute or two, she realised that he was brushing his eyelashes against her, blinking so they tickled her skin.
"God," she breathed, "that's original."
"I thought you liked it when I batted my lashes at you," he reminded her.
She laughed. He kissed her stomach and then the gentle teasing was over. He returned to using his fingers against her body and supplemented their effect by using his lips, teeth, and tongue against her, too. She rocked against him and the entire bed moved; she didn't laugh when the bed jostled them because she was too far gone to care.
She hit her climax with a loud, desperate cry. Her body shook and then tightened... and then relaxed completely. She panted for breath as he kissed his way up her body.
"Lemme return the favour," she whispered, tugging on his shirt.
Eli didn't decline the offer. She smiled and practically slithered onto the floor as he brought himself over to the edge of the bed. She kneeled up and helped him tug his shirt off, throwing the white fabric behind her; and then she leaned in and pressed slow, openmouthed kisses over his inked torso.
"You---"
"Shhh," she whispered. "I'm appreciating some art."
He groaned and brought a hand up to the back of her head, cradling her as she continued to kiss his skin.
"V... please---"
"I'm detectiving. Shhh," she scolded, before winking up at him.
His laughter was strangled, but he allowed her to continue what she was doing.
After a few minutes, Veronica slowly started unfastening his belt and pants. Eli rose to a standing position and helped her slide the pants down his legs; then, he sat back down again. Veronica moved the pants, throwing them somewhere in the vicinity of his shirt, and she crawled in between his legs.
She placed a few kisses on the insides of his thighs, smirking when she heard his breathing change and become shaky.
Veronica slid her hands up his legs, and then to his hips as she brought her head down towards his inflating erection. She licked its head twice, eliciting a loud groan from Eli's throat, before slowly easing it into her mouth.
It wasn't her favourite thing to do, but she did enjoy the sounds Eli was making so she considered the act worth a few minutes of discomfort.
She couldn't take much of him into her mouth, but he didn't really seem to care as long as she kept her hands busy, exploring his skin and finding sensitive places she could exploit.
"V... V... c'mon---"
He stopped short when she cupped his balls and squeezed gently. She didn't miss the shudder that overtook his body.
"Okay. Serious, V."
She slid her head back, releasing him with a loud 'pop,' before smirking up at him.
"Yeah, E?"
"Get up here," he instructed in a dark voice.
"Gimme a second," she murmured, before crawling up the length of the bed to reach her bedside table. She knew the extra wiggle of her hips hadn't been lost on him when she heard him groan, and by the time she returned to his feet, condom in hand, she was grinning.
"You are like... the devil."
"A very sexy, sweet devil, though, right?" she purred.
He snorted and nodded, leaning down and kissing her before she unwrapped the condom and slid it down onto his erection.
Eli helped her to her feet and was about to move back on the bed, but she shook her head and told him to stay there.
"I wanna drive," she whispered.
"Okay."
She straddled his legs and then, with his hands on her hips for guidance, she slowly lowered herself down. She put her hand around his erection and positioned it at her entrance; when she was sure it was in the right place, she slid down without warning, without stopping until he was completely sheathed inside of her.
"Ohhh... god, yes," she hissed, before kissing her way from Eli's shoulder to his jaw.
He cupped her face in one hand and crushed his mouth to hers, sucking in a sharp, ferocious-sounding breath through his noise just before they met. She ground her lower body against his as the kiss intensified, needing an output for all the need coursing through her body.
She rode him as hard as she could, gyrating her hips when her body demanded even more than what she was already feeling.
Eli moved his mouth away from hers and latched it onto her neck. When he sucked her flesh into his mouth and bit down, she cried out, her voice turning hoarse.
"Don't stop," she whispered after her voice broke, "please, don't stop."
"Don't intend to, chica," he growled.
He trailed his lips from her throat to her left breast. As he bit and sucked his way around the globe of flesh, Veronica dug her nails into his shoulders and continued pumping herself up and down against him.
"Yes," she hissed, scratching him.
"Damn, girl," he moaned. "You gonna scratch my tats off."
"You wish," she purred.
He chuckled and resumed his previous activities.
They pushed each other they way they craved it, hard and fast and without limitations, until their nerves couldn't take anymore. Veronica reached climax first, followed by Eli hot on her heels, and then they slumped against each other.
"Mmm," he hummed, before kissing the side of her head, "you really do lay the pipe right."
She laughed quietly and punched his shoulder. "You're not so bad, yourself," she murmured.
"Think you ever gonna stop being such a wildcat?" he inquired, drawling in his accent a bit more than usual.
"Probably not," she breathed. "I like it like that. You are older than me, though... maybe I should be careful. You might break a hip."
Eli laughed into her hair. "Careful, chica," he threatened, "or when I recover, I'm gonna make you pay for that last remark."
"I know all of your tricks," she purred, "so I think I can handle it."
"Not all of them, V... not all of them," he whispered into her ear. "I might tie you up, do whatever I want... all night long. Leave you hangin' for hours..."
She whimpered at the suggestion he was proposing.
Eli smirked and tipped her head up for a gentle kiss.
After they enjoyed the afterglow, Veronica eased herself out of his lap and they cleaned themselves up. She took his sleeveless shirt and tugged it on over her head, before grabbing a pair of underwear from one of her drawers; Eli put his shorts and pants on.
Veronica took one look at his back and winced. "Oh... shit. Eli, I did some damage," she said as she saw the wounds seeping a little blood. "
"Am I complaining?"
She smiled and shook her head. She took his hand and kissed him. "Let's go check out that video surveillance, okay?"
He took another kiss from her lips. "Yeah... okay."
They curled up on the sofa together, Veronica between Eli's splayed legs. The first time they watched the footage, neither of them figured out when the drugs were passed. The second time, Veronica figured it out, but she didn't tell Eli what had happened. The third time, he caught on.
"It wasn't Father Patrick, then," he said quietly.
She shook her head. "Nope... Liam dealt the drugs out through the hymnal." She craned her neck and looked at him. "I've been wondering... why would the Fitzpatricks want Felix dead? Was it just an initiation or something for Thumper?"
He sighed and kissed her temple. "No... Felix and Molly Fitzpatrick, Liam's niece, were in love," he admitted.
"Oh..."
"Yeah."
She set the equipment down and turned a bit to hug him. "You spending the night?"
"I thought that was the deal, V," he whispered.
She smiled. "Yeah... I was just checking."
TBC...