Fic The Protection of Darkness (Veronica/Lamb) R Chap 2 Peace of Heaven and Hell
Title The Protection Of Darkness
Author Devylish
Pairing DoVe Veronica/Lamb
Chapter 2 Peace of Heaven and Hell
Words 1937
Rating NC-17
Warning Sex
Spoilers None
AN Unbeta’d
AN2 Chapter one was a response to the Gogetem Bobcat LJ prompt to write a story with our characters Lost and in the dark. This chapter is just an extension of the theme.
Previously
TPOD
She saw him everywhere.
During daylight hours, Don Lamb was like Veronica’s shadow. He was at the grocery store in the middle of the morning when she was shopping, he was at the post office when she picked up Mars Investigations mail, he was at the coffee shop when she stopped for drinks. Her days were filled with his presence.
And she had found, during the last week that she couldn’t even escape him at night. Ever since he’d touched her, since she’d let him touch her, she’d been unable to escape him; he was there in the dark of the night with her. In her dreams.
Veronica was a normal girl. Well, she was normal-ish. She’d experienced sexual dreams before. She was no stranger to waking up in a sweat after an intense almost orgasmic dream. But this, these dreams that were filled with images of Lamb, they… they were too much. There was no ‘almost orgasmic’ to these dreams; they were full fledged, all out ‘O!’ dreams. And the fact that they were made up of Lamb skinned goodness… oh, that was so bad.
The only respite she had these days came from the fact that when she saw Lamb during the day, they didn’t talk to one another. He’d glance at her from the other end of the aisle at the grocery store, he would watch her from his squad car as she walked into the post office, he would hold the door open for her and all of the other women entering the coffee shop, but he didn’t speak to her. So she had been temporarily saved from the bitter embarrassment that she knew was lurking somewhere around the corner. The embarrassment of looking Lamb in the eye and knowing that he had the power to make her… erh… umm… CRAP!, she couldn’t even say the word in her own head! How was she ever going to be able to knowingly face him - look him in the eyes - and talk about his idiocy? Or talk about his incompetency? No matter what she said to him, it would be there, in his eyes, the knowledge that he wasn’t a complete idiot. He wasn’t completely incompetent. He had the power and the knowledge to make her… her….
‘Oh just say the damn word Veronica! Orgasm. Don Lamb has the competency and the knowledge to make you orgasm. In real life AND in your dreams.’
With a moan of frustration Veronica opened the car door, slipped the leash onto Backups collar, and let him out of the car. She’d had a long day at the office and had decided to come out to the beach to relax. She’d brought Backup up with her for ‘single young woman’ protection; the sun was still shining, but in another hour or so, it would disappear behind the horizon.
She walked around aimlessly for about fifteen minutes, letting her mind wander free. It felt good to think about absolutely nothing. Dropping Backup’s leash, she settled onto the sand and watched the waves break against the shore. As she reached up and pulled her hair out of the ponytail she’d thrown it into that morning, her shadow appeared.
“I could fine you for breaking city ordinances.”
She didn’t look up at him. “It’s against city ordinances to wear my hair down?”
“Backup’s running loose.” Lamb took a seat on the sand beside her.
Out of the corner of her eye Veronica noted that he was out of uniform; he was wearing a light blue t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans. ‘Great, now I’ll be able to have non-uniform focused dreams about him’, she groaned inwardly. “He’s technically still on his leash.”
“Smart-ass.”
“And proud of it.”
They faded into silence. Her sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. And him barefooted with his legs stretched out before him, crossed at the ankles.
They sat that way for minutes… minutes on top of minutes; watching the sun set beyond the horizon. Backup, finally tired of his leashed freedom, bounded back to Veronica and Lamb. Circling the area of sand by Lamb’s legs, he settled on his haunches then laid his head on Lamb’s ankles, his tail swiping casually, lovingly, against veronica’s toes. ‘Traitor,’ Veronica thought as Backup licked Lamb’s foot before giving a deep sigh of replete peace. ‘Well at least one of us is at peace.’
Veronica dug her hands in the sand, sifting the warm granules through her fingers as she studied the orange and purple and red sunset. As darkness fell over them she realized she still hadn’t looked him in the eyes. Still hadn’t directly faced Lamb. She’d been a chicken for the past week. And she hated being a chicken. She hated not being in control of situations, and allowing Lamb to have this power over her, this… I-made-you-cum power. Maybe if she faced it. Stared it down, she’d be able sleep. Uninterrupted sleep. Peaceful sleep. Lamb-free sleep.
Taking a deep, silent breath Veronica curved her legs to the side, turning to face Lamb.
TPOD
Don tensed ever so slightly as he realized that Veronica had shifted and was looking at him. What now? Should he look at her? Talk to her? Apologize for taking advantage of her?
‘Fuck!’ He should never have sat down next to her. He still didn’t know exactly why he’d done so; other than some sort of twisted desire to make himself suffer more than he had been.
God apparently had it out for Lamb. Not that he hadn’t already known that, but this week had proven it to him. The past week had been a sort of a hell for him. He’d seen Veronica more often in the last six days than he had in the past three months combined. She was everywhere. The store, the café, the post office. And here, today, at the beach. Why the fuck he was forced to keep seeing her now…, now when he knew what she felt like, what she tasted like; and knowing that he couldn’t touch her again. Couldn’t taste her again. Yeah, living hell.
He hadn’t been able to avoid her during the day. And he most definitely hadn’t been able to avoid her during the night. His cock hardened almost as soon as his head hit his pillow at night; in seeming preparation for the dreams that it knew were coming. The honey sweet, musky flower scented dreams that attacked his sleep starved nights almost before his eyes closed. He hadn’t had a quiet, calm slumber since, well…, since just after he’d been knuckle deep in Veronica’s warmth.
Peace and relaxation had been Don’s goal today; relaxation was why, late on a Friday evening, he had headed out to Neptune beach. He had, so far that day, managed to avoid Veronica, and he was almost positive that the beach would be a safe respite for him. Chances were in his favor that she wouldn’t be anywhere near the beach; not this late. Not on a Friday. Surely she’d be off on a date somewhere, twisting some lucky young bastard around her little finger.
Well yeah, like he said, Don was pretty certain that God had it out for him. That was the only explanation for his rounding an outcrop of rocks on the beach and seeing the familiar slender figure of Veronica Mars.
He’d almost turned away, fleeing to the ‘saftey’ of his car.
He’d almost turned away. But instead, he had moved closer, drawn to Veronica Mars as he had always been drawn to her. Thoughts of the ‘moth to the fucking flame’ flitted through his mind as he dropped to her side. The thoughts were tempered with his realization that he need to apologize to her. To make things right. To bring them back to the state of shared dislike that they’d so long enjoyed. Dislike was infinitely better than the insecure, hyperintensive awareness that he was currently drowning in.
And now SHE’D taken the first step. She’d turned to face him. ‘Suck it up, Lamb. Apologize, and get it the fuck over with.’ Don opened his mouth to speak, slowly lifting his head to look in her direction when he was stunned back into silence by her movement closer to him. Her movement over him.
TPOD
Veronica kneeled next to Lamb for half a second before she quickly clambered her way up and over him; clambering until she was straddling his hips. Lowering her weight onto his frame, her thighs hugging his hips, she braced her hands against his shoulders.
Don groaned in spite of himself as Veronica pressed against him. God.Fucking.Hated.Him. That, or he had been sent directly to heaven. Lamb couldn’t quite decide which assumption was the most likely. Could heaven and hell exist in the same place at the same time?
As Veronica ground against his quickly hardening cock, he knew the answer was yes. Heaven and hell were contained between Veronica and him at this very moment.
His fingers dug into the sand as his arms locked behind him, bracing to hold their combined body weight. He lifted his eyes to try and find hers’. In the faded sunlight, the seconds just before day became night, he could barely see them. The blue that normally was so startling present in her eyes was, at this moment, darkened to an almost black blue. A shade of blue that hid her pupils from his view. And as she rocked her hips against his, she ducked her head lower allowing a blonde veil of hair to cover her face, hiding all but her pink lips from his view.
Veronica kept a slow steady pace as she moved against Lamb, sliding her bikini covered, but increasingly slick, center against the hard length of him. And ‘hard’ and ‘length’ were definitely appropriate words when it came to Lamb. As she edged her way back down along his cock, Veronica pushed against his shoulders, increasing the friction between their bodies. She concentrated on creating a rhythm that would… speak to him. To his body. Her fear of talking to him was still there. But her desire to have revenge. Her desire to reassert her power over him. Her desire……
Her desire wouldn’t be denied, and that spoke to him.
Don groaned again, his hips lifting in quick jutting, rutting motions, trying to get closer and deeper… in to her.
As the sky turned midnight blue, they found a rhythm that spoke to them both. Together, they found a rhythm that gave and took from them both.
Heaven was up. Hell was down.
Heaven was up.
Hell was down.
Heaven was…
Hell was…
Heaven…
Hell….
Lamb roared her name as he came; his arms collapsing into the sand, pushing her sensitive center against his equally sensitive member.
“Fuck me.” He whispered softly as he freed his hand from the sand and buried it again, this time in the hair at the back of Veronica’s skull. Pulling her head down to his he captured her lips in a sated, luxuriating kiss. He nibbled at her lips until he needed to breathe, then he dropped his head back on to the sand and gasped for air, all of his strength apparently seeping out of his body with the cum he’d released.
Veronica lowered her head to Lamb’s chest. Listening to his breathing slow down, feeling his arms loosen into heavy, strong weights against her waist, waiting for her body to stop aching for him. Waiting for the return of her power.