A Kiss Before Dying (7/10) Part One
Title: A Kiss Before Dying (7/10)Part One
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 15 year old Veronica has never been kissed and Lamb makes her a promise.
Characters/Pairing: Veronica/Lamb (mentions of Keith)
Spoilers: will eventually be through entire series but AU from 3X14
Word Count: 4581
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars or the phrase ‘A Kiss Before Dying.’
A/N: More smut like a lot more. And it really got away from me this time so its pushes the boundaries of how far I would normally go. Also the AU timeline continues here and I have a completely AU Lamb event occurring in this chapter.
Two days after Valentine's Day we received a tip that the Fitzpatricks had a new trafficking operation going on at a warehouse on the city limits.
We raided the place and found more than we were expecting, not only was there an ample amount of meth, there was also an ample amount of Fitzpatricks. There was a standoff and then shots were fired and by the end of it, 4 of them were dead and so was 1 of us.
It was a hard night, the deputy I lost was someone that had been around since Keith's days and had at one time been a friend to me. He'd remained loyal to Keith and had only stayed on the force to support his family. We never really butted heads but it was always very clear to me that he didn't like the person I'd become. I regretted that he never got to see the real me again, the me that Veronica was bringing back out.
After finishing the needed paperwork and going to his house to notifying his family, which was a particularly hard thing to do, I returned to the station completely drained and slouched back in my office chair. My mind immediately went to her; she'd been there all day of course, especially when the bullets were flying. But now she was the prominent thought.
It had only been two days since I'd seen her but it felt like forever and the fact that I hadn't even heard from her was bugging me. In truth I was a little worried that she'd been avoiding me, maybe that night hadn't meant as much to her as it had to me. I was sure that I was wrong though, there was no way. I'd felt something that night, she'd finally opened up to me, completely let me in, let me really love her, not just for the one night like before, that night was the beginning of something, I knew it and refused to believe otherwise. A relationship may still have been far in the future but it was building up. She was mine, maybe not officially yet, but her heart and her body belonged to me. She just needed to face it.
I left work that night, thinking about her, needing to see her as usual and really seriously considering making a surprise trip to her house. I spent the entire drive thinking up excuses to be there or arrest her, anything to way lay any suspicions there might be if Keith was there. But nothing came to me and when I was less than a block away I turned around and headed home instead. I just needed to be patient, she would come to me, I just needed to have faith.
When I got to my front door I went to unlock it and the knob just turned. Had I forgotten to lock it? I was sure I hadn't forgotten, but my mind had been pretty occupied lately by the miniature Mars so it was very possible that I hadn't. But still I wasn't sure so I grabbed my gun from its holster and slowly opened the door ready for anything that maybe behind it.
The minute I entered the apartment the gun went down and something else came up.
Veronica was sitting on my kitchen counter, wearing nothing but an apron and a pair of lacy black panties with matching garter belt and stockings. Words failed me completely and I just stared.
It was official; I was the luckiest son of a bitch on Earth….and on Mars.
I was not avoiding him….
Ok….so maybe I was.
But it was only because I didn't know what to say to him.
I definitely wanted him that was obvious. And it was also obvious that no one else would ever make me feel as good, or as happy, or as loved as he did/does. And that night in lock up, wow that sounds weird, but anyways, that night meant so much to me. It was like the end of the beginning or the beginning of the beginning or something like that. Like whatever was going to happen with us, that was the starting point, the kick off.
But as much as it had meant to me, I just wasn't sure I was ready to face the firing squad. My friends I could handle, but my dad...he was going to be a problem.
And then there was still the fact that I wasn't 100% sure that I was even ready for him. My heart and my body definitely belonged to him, but… wanting, needing, belonging and loving is way different than ready and able.
So anyways there I was, lying on the couch, having a déjà-fuck. Basically reliving the nights I'd spent with him and really wishing that it was his hands exploring me and not just my imagination creating the sensations, when the news report came on. I sat up straight and almost stopped breathing when they mentioned a police officer had been killed. My heart started to ache and I couldn't breathe, I started praying to god that it wasn't him and I felt terrible when they mentioned the name of the dead officer because it was someone I'd known since I was 9 years old and there I was happy that it hadn't been Lamb.
I got up from the couch and ran to my room to get dressed. I really considered going to the station to make sure he was ok, but I didn't want to raise any suspicions so I decided I'd just go over to his apartment and if he wasn't home yet, I'd wait for him. Maybe make him dinner, he'd had a hard day, he deserved it.
I changed into a new underwear set I'd bought on a whim while I was in Aspen, grabbed a few things from the kitchen including my apron, for some reason I thought he'd get a kick out of seeing me so domestic, and headed on over there.
When I got there, just as I'd figured, he wasn't home, so I pulled out my key and let myself in.
Yes, that's right, I had a key, had it for going on 5 years. He didn't know of course but that didn't matter, he'd find out in good time. I started looking through his cupboards and fridge and found nothing, so I sat down on his couch resting my head back and trying to decide what to do. And then my apron caught my eye.
I have to say I was really pretty proud of myself. It was probably one of the naughtier plans to ever come out of my scheming brain where Don Lamb was concerned..
Part two can be found here:
http://ellavee.livejournal.com/2234.html