Fic: Twist of Fate 14/? (Veronica/Weevil) (rated nc-17 overall)
TITLE: Twist of Fate 14/?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRING: Duncan/Veronica, Weevil/Veronica
RATING: en.sea.xvii (NC-17) overall
WORD COUNT: 2558
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 ;)
Veronica smiled as she threaded her fingers through Eli's, as he kissed the back of her neck as they watched the sunset over the ocean.
"Thank you for this," she whispered. "I needed to get away after spending all that time with the lawyers."
He kissed her shoulder and hugged her closer from behind. "How is it going?"
"Aaron's lawyer is scum, personified," she mumbled. "And everything's been happening so fast, I just wanna push the great, big cosmic pause button and get a grip on my urge to punch the people who piss me off."
Eli chuckled quietly. "That good, huh?"
"Yeah... that good," she murmured, before tipping her head back against his shoulder.
"How would a little sneaking around help?"
She groaned and nudged him gently with her elbow. "Whaddya need?"
"A paddle. It belonged to Thumper. Clemmons confiscated it."
She bit back the urge to comment on his choice of verb tense; they had fought about the way he handled the situation with Thumper, and while she questioned her morals every day since that fight, she didn't like what fighting did to their relationship.
"What's so special about this paddle?" she asked, instead.
"I saw it when I dumped the carnival cash in Thumper's shop locker. It had license plates engraved on it," he explained, after kissing her neck three times, in a line towards her shoulder, "and I'm guessing that those plates belong to the people he was delivering product to for the Fitzpatricks. He probably made it as some kind of insurance policy."
"How's that working out for him?"
The instant the remark left her lips, she regretted it. He sighed and released his hold on her by a fraction.
"Look, the Fitzpatricks have turned the PCHers into slave labour. There's nothing those guys won't do to ensure timely payment. Threats, beatings, torture..." he trailed off when his voice wobbled slightly. "That paddle," he continued after a deep breath, "if it is what I think it is, it's serious leverage."
She nodded and tightened her hold on his hands. "What do you plan to do?" she asked quietly.
"I'm just getting the boys out of indentured service," he told her. "That's it, V. When Hector told me what's goin' down... I just need to get them out."
She nodded again, even though part of her feared he would be seduced back to his previous role as leader of the gang that had kicked him to the curb and dropped his beloved bike into the ocean.
"I have a copy of the paddle," she murmured. "I photocopied it at the carnival... how badly do you want it?"
"Bad enough to consider going to prom with you."
She smiled. "Really?" she purred.
"Really."
She had asked him what he thought about prom, earlier, and he hadn't been too keen on the idea.
"You'll rent a tux for me?"
"Only for you," he muttered before kissing her temple. "If you deliver and give me that paddle copy."
She nodded. "I promise... I'll even look up some of those license plates for you, see who's on the list."
He turned her around and kissed her lips. "Thanks, V."
She kissed him again, and then they parted to get into her car and head to Mars Investigations, where Veronica settled down with her laptop and looked up some of those license plates.
Once she had most of the list decoded, she got up and let Eli look it over as she went over to the kitchenette and got them each a bottle of water.
"Big shot clients," Eli mused as Veronica settled into his lap, "lawyers on speed, coked up pro-athletes... celebrities' kids rolling on E..."
"That should be enough ammunition for you," she whispered, after swallowing some of her water down.
He kissed her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Tomorrow night... they meet and drop off money," he said quietly. "I'm gonna meet 'em and suggest they let the boys walk away."
"Tomorrow night's the prom," she reminded him as she closed her laptop and put it in her bag, before setting the bag down on the floor.
He nodded. "I know. I'll be back in time."
"Eli..."
"You make copies of that," he instructed, "and if I don't meet you back at your place... you release 'em. You got that, V?"
"If you don't meet me back at my place?" she echoed. "Why wouldn't you meet me?"
"V..."
She turned and looked at him. "Don't talk like that!"
"Gotta be realistic."
She felt her lower lip tremble at the thought of his idea of realism. "Let me go with---"
"No!" he hollered. "You are gonna stay someplace safe! They don't mess around, V, and they ain't gonna touch you!"
"But... if they..."
"They won't."
"B-but..."
"No buts, V."
She inhaled and exhaled shakily. She nodded jerkily. "I'll stay at the house. But if you don't come back an hour after you go there..."
"You'll release the plates."
"And come looking for you," she said, her jaw jutting out defiantly.
"Chica... what am I gonna do with you?" he whispered.
"Kiss me," she whispered back, not sure if it was a command or a reply to his question.
He tugged her back down into his lap. After a brief kiss, he looked up into her eyes. "Your dad coming back here tonight?"
She shook her head. "Nope... he's out with Alicia tonight," she whispered, "so no more work until tomorrow morning."
"Good," he growled, before kissing her again with more intensity than before.
Veronica whimpered and braced her hands on the back of the chair and kissed him back, losing herself in the silent promises he offered her. He brought his hands up her back, under her shirt, gently scratching her skin as she wriggled in his lap.
He tugged her shirt off and kissed his way down to her chest. She mumbled his name while snaking one of her hands around his head.
"Desk," she mumbled.
"Desk?"
"Desk," she repeated.
He groaned and stood up, balancing her wriggling form in his arms, before depositing her on the desk's smooth surface. She grinned and snaked her leg around his, hooking him in against her body as she kissed him again.
Eli's hands slid up her thighs and he tugged on her underwear. After a few awkward movements, the scrap of fabric had been thrown to the floor, to join Veronica's shirt. Veronica pulled Eli's shirt off and let it drop; then she started unfastening his belt.
"You sure we won't get caught?"
"I locked the door," she whispered, pulling him back in for another heated kiss.
"Always thinkin'..." he mused between kisses.
She flashed him a brief grin and then dropped her hands into his back pockets, fishing around for a condom.
"Please tell me you have a..."
"Wallet," he breathed into her neck, before nipping at the flushed skin he found there.
"Thank god," she murmured before finding his wallet, opening it, and pulling out the small square.
Eli chuckled and took it from her. While he dropped his pants, Veronica cleared some of her father's files to one side of the desk and lifted her skirt up.
"Quick," she insisted. "Now."
He smirked. "Someday, I'm gonna have to show you the fun in goin' slow, V."
"Like it this way," she whispered, before kissing the tattoo at his neck.
He groaned as she wrapped herself around him and kissed him until neither of them could breath.
When the sensations burning between them became too much, he set her down, on her back, on the desk, and moved her legs apart. Veronica shivered and whimpered quietly, before nodding.
He held her right leg against his body as he drove his erection deep inside of her. Veronica cried out, closing her eyes and waving her arms around to find the edges of the desk so she'd have something to hold onto.
There was something deliciously sinful in the way he made her feel---so alive, so aware, teetering on the edge of a dark abyss. She couldn't imagine being slow and gentle; she feared it wouldn't comfort her the way fast and rough did.
With her leg lifted up against his body, he was able to drive into her just the way she craved; each thrust brought his erection up against her cervix, flashing a little pain through her nerves before the wash of pleasure traveled along them.
"We're insane for doin' this here," he whispered.
She smiled and nodded, before wrapping her left leg around his waist.
Eli changed the angle of his thrusts and Veronica bit back a scream; she lost her grip on the desk and flailed to regain it, sending knickknacks crashing to the ground.
He almost stopped, but she begged him not to.
His hand traveled down her leg, along her body, pausing briefly at her breasts, before continuing up to her face. His fingers caressed her cheek and jaw, before she caught his index finger with her mouth.
Eli groaned when he watched and felt her suck on the digit, swirling her tongue around the tip. The image was more effective than the sensation; but they both played their part in darkening his eyes further, in influencing him to move harder and faster against Veronica's body.
He came undone before she did, growling and grunting as his body jerked, as his muscles contracted.
Veronica whined in frustration. She was hot, wet, sticky, and incredibly irate---until she looked down and saw the look of sheer determination on Eli's face.
"Hold on, chica," he whispered as he pulled out of her body.
She watched as he brought his hand down between her legs; she whimpered when she felt him insert one finger, and then two, and then three. When he took his other hand down and gently pressed his thumb down onto her bundle of nerves, she writhed underneath him. When he curled his fingers upwards, pushing against the inside of her body, she gasped and choked out his name.
"Just a bit more to the---"
Eli shifted his fingers, pressed upon something inside of her, and Veronica wriggled.
She wrinkled her nose. "Eli, hold on... I have to go to the bath---"
"No, you don't," he interrupted.
He moved his fingers back and forth; Veronica's eyes rolled back into her head before her eyelids fluttered shut.
"Ohmigod," she breathed, arching her back. "High school sex isn't supposed to be this good," she whispered, whimpering a little on the last few words.
Eli chuckled. That was the last thing she remembered before he pushed her over the edge, into an orgasm that knocked the wind out of her sails.
When she was aware of her surroundings again, Eli was kissing the inside of her legs and waiting for her to come around.
"Oh... okay," she moaned. "I'm just gonna sleep here, like this tonight." She turned her head and looked at Eli. "My legs are like jelly."
He chuckled again.
"You're enjoying this," she accused.
"Too much, V," he admitted.
She crumpled a nearby piece of note paper and threw it at him with a weak arm. It missed him by a mile.
He laughed harder.
&&&&
Veronica smoothed her hands over the leather bodice of her dress and continued pacing around the living room.
"Veronica," Keith commented, "you're gonna wear a track in the carpet."
"Oh. Sorry," she mumbled. She hopped up onto a barstool and started tapping her fingers against the countertop.
He looked at her, eyebrows raised. She blushed. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered quickly.
"Veronica."
She sighed. "Eli's... he's... he's... I can't tell you."
"Is it illegal?"
She tilted her head and looked down at her hands. "I don't know... not really, no."
"Tell me what's going on."
"He's gone to tell the Fitzpatricks to leave his former crew alone," she told him in a tight voice. "He has something on them. Insurance. He just wants them to back off, so the guys from his neighbourhood aren't being abused anymore."
Keith sighed. "Veronica... didn't I tell you to be careful?"
"I wanted to go with him," she admitted, "but he ordered me to stay here."
"Well, there's something I like about him, then," Keith commented wryly.
"He has twenty more minutes, and then... and then..." she trailed off and looked at the door, eyes wide and full of worry.
Keith sighed again. "Calm down. Keep a level head." He paused and then added, "So, why don't you explain the concept of the alterna-prom to me again."
Veronica bit back an anxious whimper. She didn't want to explain what the oh-nine-ers did to have an exclusive party for their prom, nor did she want to explain her part in inviting most of Neptune High's seniors to the event---thus making it less exclusive.
She resigned herself to tapping a high-strung rhythm against the counter; after ten minutes, she heard a knock at the door and almost fell off of the stool and her high heels in an attempt to beat her father and Back-up to the door.
Keith opened the door, revealing a tuxedo-clad Eli to be standing outside.
Veronica's eyes filled with tears at the sight of him and if it wasn't for her father standing there, she would have jumped him right then and there.
"Eli."
"Sheriff."
Keith turned and looked at Veronica. "Honey, your gentleman caller is here," he said, before turning back to Eli and adding, "You got the gentleman caller bit, right?"
"Yes, sir," Eli said with a nod.
Veronica grabbed her purse and kissed her father's cheek. "See you later," she promised quietly.
"You guys still planning on staying out until dawn?" he asked, giving both teenagers the fatherly stare.
Veronica smiled and nodded. "Y-yeah. Mac made reservations at an early morning breakfast buffet thing. She and Cassidy, and Wallace and Jackie are joining us." She rubbed her father's arm before crossing the threshold and stepping out onto the balcony. "I'll have my cell, so don't worry about a thing."
"Be careful. Both of you."
Both of them promised to be careful, and then they left the doorway. When they were at Eli's car, Veronica threw herself around him, hugging him tightly as she started to cry.
"V... V... c'mon..."
"Damn it! You were so late! I... I was so worried!"
He kissed her temple and then eased her back a bit. He cupped her face in his hands. "V, I'm okay. Everything worked out," he promised. He smiled. "You look fine, chica. I love the dress."
She blushed and batted her eyelashes. "I thought you'd like it."
"Leather? What's not to like?"
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, before stepping back and taking in the sight of him dressed up.
"You look very handsome," she murmured.
"Do we hafta do this thing?" he asked, looking a little uncomfortable.
"You made me worry for fifty minutes," she said in a low voice. "You owe me."
He sighed. "Yeah, but the oh-nine-ers..."
"Oh, whatever," she scoffed. "Madison'll be more troubled when Dick pulls out his party pig, offers her a drink, and suggests they hook up."
Eli made a confused face, but he didn't try to figure out what she meant.
Veronica smiled and kissed him again.
TBC...
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRING: Duncan/Veronica, Weevil/Veronica
RATING: en.sea.xvii (NC-17) overall
WORD COUNT: 2558
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 ;)
Veronica smiled as she threaded her fingers through Eli's, as he kissed the back of her neck as they watched the sunset over the ocean.
"Thank you for this," she whispered. "I needed to get away after spending all that time with the lawyers."
He kissed her shoulder and hugged her closer from behind. "How is it going?"
"Aaron's lawyer is scum, personified," she mumbled. "And everything's been happening so fast, I just wanna push the great, big cosmic pause button and get a grip on my urge to punch the people who piss me off."
Eli chuckled quietly. "That good, huh?"
"Yeah... that good," she murmured, before tipping her head back against his shoulder.
"How would a little sneaking around help?"
She groaned and nudged him gently with her elbow. "Whaddya need?"
"A paddle. It belonged to Thumper. Clemmons confiscated it."
She bit back the urge to comment on his choice of verb tense; they had fought about the way he handled the situation with Thumper, and while she questioned her morals every day since that fight, she didn't like what fighting did to their relationship.
"What's so special about this paddle?" she asked, instead.
"I saw it when I dumped the carnival cash in Thumper's shop locker. It had license plates engraved on it," he explained, after kissing her neck three times, in a line towards her shoulder, "and I'm guessing that those plates belong to the people he was delivering product to for the Fitzpatricks. He probably made it as some kind of insurance policy."
"How's that working out for him?"
The instant the remark left her lips, she regretted it. He sighed and released his hold on her by a fraction.
"Look, the Fitzpatricks have turned the PCHers into slave labour. There's nothing those guys won't do to ensure timely payment. Threats, beatings, torture..." he trailed off when his voice wobbled slightly. "That paddle," he continued after a deep breath, "if it is what I think it is, it's serious leverage."
She nodded and tightened her hold on his hands. "What do you plan to do?" she asked quietly.
"I'm just getting the boys out of indentured service," he told her. "That's it, V. When Hector told me what's goin' down... I just need to get them out."
She nodded again, even though part of her feared he would be seduced back to his previous role as leader of the gang that had kicked him to the curb and dropped his beloved bike into the ocean.
"I have a copy of the paddle," she murmured. "I photocopied it at the carnival... how badly do you want it?"
"Bad enough to consider going to prom with you."
She smiled. "Really?" she purred.
"Really."
She had asked him what he thought about prom, earlier, and he hadn't been too keen on the idea.
"You'll rent a tux for me?"
"Only for you," he muttered before kissing her temple. "If you deliver and give me that paddle copy."
She nodded. "I promise... I'll even look up some of those license plates for you, see who's on the list."
He turned her around and kissed her lips. "Thanks, V."
She kissed him again, and then they parted to get into her car and head to Mars Investigations, where Veronica settled down with her laptop and looked up some of those license plates.
Once she had most of the list decoded, she got up and let Eli look it over as she went over to the kitchenette and got them each a bottle of water.
"Big shot clients," Eli mused as Veronica settled into his lap, "lawyers on speed, coked up pro-athletes... celebrities' kids rolling on E..."
"That should be enough ammunition for you," she whispered, after swallowing some of her water down.
He kissed her shoulder and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Tomorrow night... they meet and drop off money," he said quietly. "I'm gonna meet 'em and suggest they let the boys walk away."
"Tomorrow night's the prom," she reminded him as she closed her laptop and put it in her bag, before setting the bag down on the floor.
He nodded. "I know. I'll be back in time."
"Eli..."
"You make copies of that," he instructed, "and if I don't meet you back at your place... you release 'em. You got that, V?"
"If you don't meet me back at my place?" she echoed. "Why wouldn't you meet me?"
"V..."
She turned and looked at him. "Don't talk like that!"
"Gotta be realistic."
She felt her lower lip tremble at the thought of his idea of realism. "Let me go with---"
"No!" he hollered. "You are gonna stay someplace safe! They don't mess around, V, and they ain't gonna touch you!"
"But... if they..."
"They won't."
"B-but..."
"No buts, V."
She inhaled and exhaled shakily. She nodded jerkily. "I'll stay at the house. But if you don't come back an hour after you go there..."
"You'll release the plates."
"And come looking for you," she said, her jaw jutting out defiantly.
"Chica... what am I gonna do with you?" he whispered.
"Kiss me," she whispered back, not sure if it was a command or a reply to his question.
He tugged her back down into his lap. After a brief kiss, he looked up into her eyes. "Your dad coming back here tonight?"
She shook her head. "Nope... he's out with Alicia tonight," she whispered, "so no more work until tomorrow morning."
"Good," he growled, before kissing her again with more intensity than before.
Veronica whimpered and braced her hands on the back of the chair and kissed him back, losing herself in the silent promises he offered her. He brought his hands up her back, under her shirt, gently scratching her skin as she wriggled in his lap.
He tugged her shirt off and kissed his way down to her chest. She mumbled his name while snaking one of her hands around his head.
"Desk," she mumbled.
"Desk?"
"Desk," she repeated.
He groaned and stood up, balancing her wriggling form in his arms, before depositing her on the desk's smooth surface. She grinned and snaked her leg around his, hooking him in against her body as she kissed him again.
Eli's hands slid up her thighs and he tugged on her underwear. After a few awkward movements, the scrap of fabric had been thrown to the floor, to join Veronica's shirt. Veronica pulled Eli's shirt off and let it drop; then she started unfastening his belt.
"You sure we won't get caught?"
"I locked the door," she whispered, pulling him back in for another heated kiss.
"Always thinkin'..." he mused between kisses.
She flashed him a brief grin and then dropped her hands into his back pockets, fishing around for a condom.
"Please tell me you have a..."
"Wallet," he breathed into her neck, before nipping at the flushed skin he found there.
"Thank god," she murmured before finding his wallet, opening it, and pulling out the small square.
Eli chuckled and took it from her. While he dropped his pants, Veronica cleared some of her father's files to one side of the desk and lifted her skirt up.
"Quick," she insisted. "Now."
He smirked. "Someday, I'm gonna have to show you the fun in goin' slow, V."
"Like it this way," she whispered, before kissing the tattoo at his neck.
He groaned as she wrapped herself around him and kissed him until neither of them could breath.
When the sensations burning between them became too much, he set her down, on her back, on the desk, and moved her legs apart. Veronica shivered and whimpered quietly, before nodding.
He held her right leg against his body as he drove his erection deep inside of her. Veronica cried out, closing her eyes and waving her arms around to find the edges of the desk so she'd have something to hold onto.
There was something deliciously sinful in the way he made her feel---so alive, so aware, teetering on the edge of a dark abyss. She couldn't imagine being slow and gentle; she feared it wouldn't comfort her the way fast and rough did.
With her leg lifted up against his body, he was able to drive into her just the way she craved; each thrust brought his erection up against her cervix, flashing a little pain through her nerves before the wash of pleasure traveled along them.
"We're insane for doin' this here," he whispered.
She smiled and nodded, before wrapping her left leg around his waist.
Eli changed the angle of his thrusts and Veronica bit back a scream; she lost her grip on the desk and flailed to regain it, sending knickknacks crashing to the ground.
He almost stopped, but she begged him not to.
His hand traveled down her leg, along her body, pausing briefly at her breasts, before continuing up to her face. His fingers caressed her cheek and jaw, before she caught his index finger with her mouth.
Eli groaned when he watched and felt her suck on the digit, swirling her tongue around the tip. The image was more effective than the sensation; but they both played their part in darkening his eyes further, in influencing him to move harder and faster against Veronica's body.
He came undone before she did, growling and grunting as his body jerked, as his muscles contracted.
Veronica whined in frustration. She was hot, wet, sticky, and incredibly irate---until she looked down and saw the look of sheer determination on Eli's face.
"Hold on, chica," he whispered as he pulled out of her body.
She watched as he brought his hand down between her legs; she whimpered when she felt him insert one finger, and then two, and then three. When he took his other hand down and gently pressed his thumb down onto her bundle of nerves, she writhed underneath him. When he curled his fingers upwards, pushing against the inside of her body, she gasped and choked out his name.
"Just a bit more to the---"
Eli shifted his fingers, pressed upon something inside of her, and Veronica wriggled.
She wrinkled her nose. "Eli, hold on... I have to go to the bath---"
"No, you don't," he interrupted.
He moved his fingers back and forth; Veronica's eyes rolled back into her head before her eyelids fluttered shut.
"Ohmigod," she breathed, arching her back. "High school sex isn't supposed to be this good," she whispered, whimpering a little on the last few words.
Eli chuckled. That was the last thing she remembered before he pushed her over the edge, into an orgasm that knocked the wind out of her sails.
When she was aware of her surroundings again, Eli was kissing the inside of her legs and waiting for her to come around.
"Oh... okay," she moaned. "I'm just gonna sleep here, like this tonight." She turned her head and looked at Eli. "My legs are like jelly."
He chuckled again.
"You're enjoying this," she accused.
"Too much, V," he admitted.
She crumpled a nearby piece of note paper and threw it at him with a weak arm. It missed him by a mile.
He laughed harder.
&&&&
Veronica smoothed her hands over the leather bodice of her dress and continued pacing around the living room.
"Veronica," Keith commented, "you're gonna wear a track in the carpet."
"Oh. Sorry," she mumbled. She hopped up onto a barstool and started tapping her fingers against the countertop.
He looked at her, eyebrows raised. She blushed. "Sorry," she said sheepishly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered quickly.
"Veronica."
She sighed. "Eli's... he's... he's... I can't tell you."
"Is it illegal?"
She tilted her head and looked down at her hands. "I don't know... not really, no."
"Tell me what's going on."
"He's gone to tell the Fitzpatricks to leave his former crew alone," she told him in a tight voice. "He has something on them. Insurance. He just wants them to back off, so the guys from his neighbourhood aren't being abused anymore."
Keith sighed. "Veronica... didn't I tell you to be careful?"
"I wanted to go with him," she admitted, "but he ordered me to stay here."
"Well, there's something I like about him, then," Keith commented wryly.
"He has twenty more minutes, and then... and then..." she trailed off and looked at the door, eyes wide and full of worry.
Keith sighed again. "Calm down. Keep a level head." He paused and then added, "So, why don't you explain the concept of the alterna-prom to me again."
Veronica bit back an anxious whimper. She didn't want to explain what the oh-nine-ers did to have an exclusive party for their prom, nor did she want to explain her part in inviting most of Neptune High's seniors to the event---thus making it less exclusive.
She resigned herself to tapping a high-strung rhythm against the counter; after ten minutes, she heard a knock at the door and almost fell off of the stool and her high heels in an attempt to beat her father and Back-up to the door.
Keith opened the door, revealing a tuxedo-clad Eli to be standing outside.
Veronica's eyes filled with tears at the sight of him and if it wasn't for her father standing there, she would have jumped him right then and there.
"Eli."
"Sheriff."
Keith turned and looked at Veronica. "Honey, your gentleman caller is here," he said, before turning back to Eli and adding, "You got the gentleman caller bit, right?"
"Yes, sir," Eli said with a nod.
Veronica grabbed her purse and kissed her father's cheek. "See you later," she promised quietly.
"You guys still planning on staying out until dawn?" he asked, giving both teenagers the fatherly stare.
Veronica smiled and nodded. "Y-yeah. Mac made reservations at an early morning breakfast buffet thing. She and Cassidy, and Wallace and Jackie are joining us." She rubbed her father's arm before crossing the threshold and stepping out onto the balcony. "I'll have my cell, so don't worry about a thing."
"Be careful. Both of you."
Both of them promised to be careful, and then they left the doorway. When they were at Eli's car, Veronica threw herself around him, hugging him tightly as she started to cry.
"V... V... c'mon..."
"Damn it! You were so late! I... I was so worried!"
He kissed her temple and then eased her back a bit. He cupped her face in his hands. "V, I'm okay. Everything worked out," he promised. He smiled. "You look fine, chica. I love the dress."
She blushed and batted her eyelashes. "I thought you'd like it."
"Leather? What's not to like?"
She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, before stepping back and taking in the sight of him dressed up.
"You look very handsome," she murmured.
"Do we hafta do this thing?" he asked, looking a little uncomfortable.
"You made me worry for fifty minutes," she said in a low voice. "You owe me."
He sighed. "Yeah, but the oh-nine-ers..."
"Oh, whatever," she scoffed. "Madison'll be more troubled when Dick pulls out his party pig, offers her a drink, and suggests they hook up."
Eli made a confused face, but he didn't try to figure out what she meant.
Veronica smiled and kissed him again.
TBC...