Fanfic - Veronica Mars - Veronica/Mac - Cocoa (NC-17)
Title: Cocoa
Author: Lillerina
Disclaimer: How I wish they were, but they're not
Rating: R-NC-17ish. They have sex, anyway.
Pairing: Veronica/Mac with mention of LoVe
Word Count: 2,124
Spoilers: Nothing specific as far as I remember
Summary: Just a girly sleepover, right?
Warnings: Just femslash. Nothing too out there.
Her firsts are all relatively easy to relate, she realised, as she sat sipping cocoa with whipped cream - Mac had marshmallows on hers, but the gelatine isn’t veggie - everyone always expects that her first everything was Lilly, and it was. Almost all of it.
“When and who was your first kiss?”
“Guess.”
“Lilly, aged nine?”
“Almost. I was ten. She was eleven. She had a boyfriend at the time, but she didn’t care. That was the first night we ever got drunk. How about yours?”
“It was awkward and I don’t want to think about it. There were teeth everywhere, and his tongue was all slimy and - ugh. Not a pleasant experience.”
Mac was sitting cross-legged on Veronica’s bed; Veronica stood up, stretched, and changed the music on her laptop which was sitting on her desk. Mac wrinkled her nose.
“Slipknot?”
“I have all kindsa crap on here. Shut up.”
Mac bounced off the bed, in a strangely perky manner, which was quite unlike her. Her hand slipped and she spilt hot cocoa all over her jeans. She yelped in surprise and a little pain; Veronica looked up. The sounds of some female indie artist filled the room, as Veronica made a face at the sight of Mac standing, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Owie,” Mac said sardonically.
“Take ‘em off.”
“Uh-uh.” Mac shook her head. “I’d rather be in pain.”
“I won’t look, I promise.”
“Really?” Mac pouted, pretending to be hurt.
“I guess I might peek a little,” she relented. “Now, off with them.”
Mac slowly unbuttoned the first button on her jeans. Veronica rolled her eyes and moved towards her. “Don’t make me come over there.”
Without breaking eye contact, Mac undid the second button of five, torturously slowly. Veronica was almost boiling with exasperation, her hands almost literally shaking.
She couldn’t resist. She walked swiftly towards Mac and undid the last three buttons, her cool hands brushing against Mac’s hips and she eased the jeans down.
“Thanks, I can take it from here,” Mac teased. Veronica’s fingers found the hot patch where the cocoa had spilled, just on the crease at the front of Mac’s thigh, right below where her normal white cotton underwear stopped.
“Does that hurt?”
“Uh-uh. Well. A little.”
Veronica smiled evilly. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Mac grinned, half shyly. “If you wanna, I’m not gonna stop you.”
“Good to know. Does that apply to everything?”
“I’ll…have to think on that one.”
Veronica dropped to her knees, her hands on Mac’s hips for security. Her thumb hooked itself under the waistband of the underwear, and Veronica almost blushed, remembering the floral panties she had on under her own denims. Her lips brushed a place which was close, at least, to where the cocoa had been spilled.
“Is that the place?” she asked, still on her knees.
“Um, a little to the right.”
“My right or your right?”
“Uh, both?” Mac suggested. She giggled a little. Veronica looked up, raising her eyebrows questioningly. Almost absent-mindedly, she moved her hand and stroked Mac through her underwear. She could feel the cleft, and through her left hand, which was still on Mac’s right hip, she felt the involuntary jerk which ran through Mac.
Almost immediately, Veronica dropped both hands from the other girl’s body, and sat back on her feet.
“I’m sorry,” she began, the apology feeling awkward in her mouth. “That was out of line, I shouldn’t have -”
Mac interrupted her, a slight frown on her face, her voice thoughtful. “No, I liked it. Hmm.” She nodded. “I liked it. Does that make me gay?”
“I don’t think so,” said Veronica, also thoughtful. She noticed Mac’s jeans were still around her knees and laughed. “You look like you’ve been caught in the act. This, then, would be the money shot.”
Mac looked down and grinned wryly. “I’ll just -” She pushed them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them, leaving them in a heap on the floor while she knelt down in front of Veronica.
They gazed into each others eyes, slow smiles growing on both of their faces. Mac leaned in to Veronica, closing half the gap between them. Veronica reached out her hand and put it on Mac’s hip, her other went on Mac’s shoulder. She leaned in part of the way, still holding Mac’s gaze a little worriedly.
“Are you - are you gonna be okay with this?” Mac nodded. “Have you ever been with a girl before?” Mac shook her head. “If you’re gonna freak out, we shouldn’t do this.”
“Shut up, Veronica.”
Mac paused for a few seconds, holding her breath. One. Two. Three. Okay, do it.
She leaned in quickly and closed the distance between them, crushing her lips against Veronica’s. Veronica bent her elbows, pulling Mac’s shoulder close to her own, their breasts so conscious of the others, and her hand slipped around Mac’s waist. Mac’s hands both went around Veronica, stroking her back through the thin tee shirt she was wearing. The kiss was long, their lips pressed close against each others, mouths closed, eyes closed, bodies pressed up against each others tightly.
Veronica pulled back slightly, and then kissed Mac more gently, keeping it slow, soft. Mac’s lips parted slightly, and Veronica followed her lead. The kisses became more passionate, as their breathing increased. Veronica could feel her heart racing as she moved her right hand slowly down the front of Mac’s shoulder, letting it rest lightly on her breast. Mac pulled the blonde into her, pressing their torsos together, and pushing her tongue deep into Veronica’s mouth. Her hands stroked up and down Veronica’s back.
Veronica pulled away suddenly, and Mac opened her eyes in time to see Veronica over balance and land hard on her right arm. She winced. Mac shuffled closer to her on her knees.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.
“I’ll be fine, I just feel kinda stupid. My pride hurts more than my arm,” Veronica told her, sitting up.
“Does your pride need kissing better?”
Veronica cocked her head on one side, considering. “Uhm…perhaps? Where would one locate my pride?”
“Well,” murmured Mac, running a hand gently from Veronica’s shoulder to her hip, stroking her breast on the way, “somewhere near one’s penis, I believe.”
“And I totally have one of those,” quipped Veronica, pushing her hip out against the resistance of Mac’s hand. The short, practical nails trailed their way across Veronica’s jeans, stroking at the slight tenting at the zip, before Mac began to unbutton the jeans. Veronica stopped her hands with a question in her eyes.
“How am I gonna kiss it better if I can’t get at it?” Mac asked, mock innocently. Her face became more serious, as she told Veronica, “I know what I’m doing.”
Veronica reluctantly moved her hands, allowing Mac to open her flies and see her floral underwear.
“Pink and blue,” she smirked. “How adorable.” She dipped her head, kissing Veronica’s mound gently through her cotton underwear. Veronica smiled.
“Mmm, my pride feels much better.”
“I’m glad.” She looked up, hooking her thumbs into Veronica’s belt loops and tugging gently. “May I?” Veronica’s eyes widened.
“Are you sure you wanna -”
“Yeah. I mean, as long as you’re comfortable with it. Do we have to give consent, or whatever?”
“I don’t know. Uhm. I consent to whatever may happen in this room tonight, whether it involves sex or not,” announced Veronica, with a mocking half grin on her lips.
“Yeah. Me too. So, may I remove these jeans?”
“I guess.”
Veronica lifted her butt, allowing Mac to slide her jeans off, and Mac pushed them aside. She reached out her hand as if in a daze, stroking Veronica through her underwear. Veronica’s hips shifted, and her eyes fluttered half closed. Mac paused to watch, interested.
“Don’t stop.”
The words were half groaned, half whispered, and they surprised Mac. The legendary Veronica Mars lost control that quickly? Mac moved herself up to sit next to Veronica, leaning in to kiss her. Veronica put her hand on the back of Mac’s neck, pulling her in, crushing their lips together. Abruptly, she released her hold, letting the kiss become more gentle, and sliding her hand down Mac’s body to rest against her breast. Mac’s hand was playing with the hem of Veronica’s tee-shirt, and one cold hand slipped into it, her cool fingers finding Veronica’s navel, stroking at the soft blonde hairs below it, smoothly trailing up to Veronica’s breast, which was not covered by a bra.
Veronica was in a state of semi-shock. She never would have expected that the quiet webmistress would be so dominant. How could Mac - Cindy Mackenzie - have her half undressed and so horny on the floor of her own bedroom? Right. The floor. The reason that she was getting a numb ass.
She began to move, breaking the kiss. “What say you we move it up and get a little more comfortable?”
Mac nodded, following Veronica’s lead as she was pulled to her feet. They settled on the bed, and looked at each other. Veronica bit her lip, then they both giggled.
“Can I get you on your back, my lady?” Mac asked, tongue in cheek. She pushed up Veronica’s tee-shirt and, bending down, kissed her hip. Veronica squirmed away from the touch, and Mac caught her on the disadvantage, urging her onto her back. She sat across Veronica’s hips, her hand idly toying with the nipple clearly visible through the thin cotton. Veronica put her hands on Mac’s thighs, stroking patterns.
“You seem to have got me in a checkmate. Where to now, Watson?”
“Well, Sherlock, I believe to uncover the case, we have to remove all cloud of doubt. Or, in this case, the tee-shirt.” She urged the tee-shirt over Veronica’s head, and leaned down to kiss one nipple. Veronica’s breasts may not have been huge in the first place, and nobody has large real breasts when they’re flat on their back, but Mac found them more than adequate. She kissed Veronica’s nipple, her hand playing with the other while her tongue swirled. She gently bit at it, eliciting a moan from the blonde.
Veronica’s hands found Mac’s hair, and her teeth caught at her own lip, her eyes closed. Much as Logan claimed to be a breast man, he had never paid this much attention to them, and certainly he had never made her feel like this. Mac, meanwhile, was in heaven. She loved breasts, as it turned out, and having Veronica here, writhing beneath her, was almost more than she could take. She dropped a hand to Veronica’s underwear, stroking her clitoris through the cotton. She could feel it as a slight bump, and the heat emanating from there was enormous. Teasingly, she hooked a finger under the waistband, tickling Veronica, who laughed.
She shuffled in a way that could have been sexier, had someone else been doing it, down so she had access to Veronica’s stomach. Kissing her navel, she licked at the freckle there alone on the white skin, and nipped at her waist. She kissed Veronica’s clitoris through her underwear. Veronica gasped, then laughed breathily. “I sound like a porn actress.”
Mac looked up, a quizzical look on her face. “What porn have you been watching?”
“It was for a case.” Mac slipped her finger inside Veronica’s underwear, and pressed gently against her clit. “Oh, god. You can have no idea how turned on I am right now.”
Mac carefully removed her wet finger, and licked it clean. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
She wasted no time in divesting Veronica of her underwear, before sinking against her in an open mouthed kiss, her tongue flickering over Veronica’s clitoris. She slipped a finger inside, it sliding in easily with all the lubrication, and twisted it slightly, looking for Veronica’s G spot. She’d read about G spots on the internet, but it was much more difficult to find than all that Janeway-Seven fanfic made it sound. Still, she could feel the tension building in Veronica, and guessed this was what an orgasm would feel like.
Her shoulder was against Veronica’s thigh, and she could feel all the muscles in it winding themselves tighter into a state where Veronica might just explode.
And then she did explode, and there were sensations everywhere, and fuck that was amazing. And then Mac comes and snuggles back in with her head in the crook of Veronica’s neck, which she kisses softly, and then Mac whispers softly, gently.
“My tongue is kinda tired.”
And Veronica kisses her on the nose, and kisses her on the neck, and drops her hand below the hacker’s waist.
“My turn.”
Author: Lillerina
Disclaimer: How I wish they were, but they're not
Rating: R-NC-17ish. They have sex, anyway.
Pairing: Veronica/Mac with mention of LoVe
Word Count: 2,124
Spoilers: Nothing specific as far as I remember
Summary: Just a girly sleepover, right?
Warnings: Just femslash. Nothing too out there.
Her firsts are all relatively easy to relate, she realised, as she sat sipping cocoa with whipped cream - Mac had marshmallows on hers, but the gelatine isn’t veggie - everyone always expects that her first everything was Lilly, and it was. Almost all of it.
“When and who was your first kiss?”
“Guess.”
“Lilly, aged nine?”
“Almost. I was ten. She was eleven. She had a boyfriend at the time, but she didn’t care. That was the first night we ever got drunk. How about yours?”
“It was awkward and I don’t want to think about it. There were teeth everywhere, and his tongue was all slimy and - ugh. Not a pleasant experience.”
Mac was sitting cross-legged on Veronica’s bed; Veronica stood up, stretched, and changed the music on her laptop which was sitting on her desk. Mac wrinkled her nose.
“Slipknot?”
“I have all kindsa crap on here. Shut up.”
Mac bounced off the bed, in a strangely perky manner, which was quite unlike her. Her hand slipped and she spilt hot cocoa all over her jeans. She yelped in surprise and a little pain; Veronica looked up. The sounds of some female indie artist filled the room, as Veronica made a face at the sight of Mac standing, bouncing from foot to foot.
“Owie,” Mac said sardonically.
“Take ‘em off.”
“Uh-uh.” Mac shook her head. “I’d rather be in pain.”
“I won’t look, I promise.”
“Really?” Mac pouted, pretending to be hurt.
“I guess I might peek a little,” she relented. “Now, off with them.”
Mac slowly unbuttoned the first button on her jeans. Veronica rolled her eyes and moved towards her. “Don’t make me come over there.”
Without breaking eye contact, Mac undid the second button of five, torturously slowly. Veronica was almost boiling with exasperation, her hands almost literally shaking.
She couldn’t resist. She walked swiftly towards Mac and undid the last three buttons, her cool hands brushing against Mac’s hips and she eased the jeans down.
“Thanks, I can take it from here,” Mac teased. Veronica’s fingers found the hot patch where the cocoa had spilled, just on the crease at the front of Mac’s thigh, right below where her normal white cotton underwear stopped.
“Does that hurt?”
“Uh-uh. Well. A little.”
Veronica smiled evilly. “Want me to kiss it better?”
Mac grinned, half shyly. “If you wanna, I’m not gonna stop you.”
“Good to know. Does that apply to everything?”
“I’ll…have to think on that one.”
Veronica dropped to her knees, her hands on Mac’s hips for security. Her thumb hooked itself under the waistband of the underwear, and Veronica almost blushed, remembering the floral panties she had on under her own denims. Her lips brushed a place which was close, at least, to where the cocoa had been spilled.
“Is that the place?” she asked, still on her knees.
“Um, a little to the right.”
“My right or your right?”
“Uh, both?” Mac suggested. She giggled a little. Veronica looked up, raising her eyebrows questioningly. Almost absent-mindedly, she moved her hand and stroked Mac through her underwear. She could feel the cleft, and through her left hand, which was still on Mac’s right hip, she felt the involuntary jerk which ran through Mac.
Almost immediately, Veronica dropped both hands from the other girl’s body, and sat back on her feet.
“I’m sorry,” she began, the apology feeling awkward in her mouth. “That was out of line, I shouldn’t have -”
Mac interrupted her, a slight frown on her face, her voice thoughtful. “No, I liked it. Hmm.” She nodded. “I liked it. Does that make me gay?”
“I don’t think so,” said Veronica, also thoughtful. She noticed Mac’s jeans were still around her knees and laughed. “You look like you’ve been caught in the act. This, then, would be the money shot.”
Mac looked down and grinned wryly. “I’ll just -” She pushed them down the rest of the way and stepped out of them, leaving them in a heap on the floor while she knelt down in front of Veronica.
They gazed into each others eyes, slow smiles growing on both of their faces. Mac leaned in to Veronica, closing half the gap between them. Veronica reached out her hand and put it on Mac’s hip, her other went on Mac’s shoulder. She leaned in part of the way, still holding Mac’s gaze a little worriedly.
“Are you - are you gonna be okay with this?” Mac nodded. “Have you ever been with a girl before?” Mac shook her head. “If you’re gonna freak out, we shouldn’t do this.”
“Shut up, Veronica.”
Mac paused for a few seconds, holding her breath. One. Two. Three. Okay, do it.
She leaned in quickly and closed the distance between them, crushing her lips against Veronica’s. Veronica bent her elbows, pulling Mac’s shoulder close to her own, their breasts so conscious of the others, and her hand slipped around Mac’s waist. Mac’s hands both went around Veronica, stroking her back through the thin tee shirt she was wearing. The kiss was long, their lips pressed close against each others, mouths closed, eyes closed, bodies pressed up against each others tightly.
Veronica pulled back slightly, and then kissed Mac more gently, keeping it slow, soft. Mac’s lips parted slightly, and Veronica followed her lead. The kisses became more passionate, as their breathing increased. Veronica could feel her heart racing as she moved her right hand slowly down the front of Mac’s shoulder, letting it rest lightly on her breast. Mac pulled the blonde into her, pressing their torsos together, and pushing her tongue deep into Veronica’s mouth. Her hands stroked up and down Veronica’s back.
Veronica pulled away suddenly, and Mac opened her eyes in time to see Veronica over balance and land hard on her right arm. She winced. Mac shuffled closer to her on her knees.
“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned.
“I’ll be fine, I just feel kinda stupid. My pride hurts more than my arm,” Veronica told her, sitting up.
“Does your pride need kissing better?”
Veronica cocked her head on one side, considering. “Uhm…perhaps? Where would one locate my pride?”
“Well,” murmured Mac, running a hand gently from Veronica’s shoulder to her hip, stroking her breast on the way, “somewhere near one’s penis, I believe.”
“And I totally have one of those,” quipped Veronica, pushing her hip out against the resistance of Mac’s hand. The short, practical nails trailed their way across Veronica’s jeans, stroking at the slight tenting at the zip, before Mac began to unbutton the jeans. Veronica stopped her hands with a question in her eyes.
“How am I gonna kiss it better if I can’t get at it?” Mac asked, mock innocently. Her face became more serious, as she told Veronica, “I know what I’m doing.”
Veronica reluctantly moved her hands, allowing Mac to open her flies and see her floral underwear.
“Pink and blue,” she smirked. “How adorable.” She dipped her head, kissing Veronica’s mound gently through her cotton underwear. Veronica smiled.
“Mmm, my pride feels much better.”
“I’m glad.” She looked up, hooking her thumbs into Veronica’s belt loops and tugging gently. “May I?” Veronica’s eyes widened.
“Are you sure you wanna -”
“Yeah. I mean, as long as you’re comfortable with it. Do we have to give consent, or whatever?”
“I don’t know. Uhm. I consent to whatever may happen in this room tonight, whether it involves sex or not,” announced Veronica, with a mocking half grin on her lips.
“Yeah. Me too. So, may I remove these jeans?”
“I guess.”
Veronica lifted her butt, allowing Mac to slide her jeans off, and Mac pushed them aside. She reached out her hand as if in a daze, stroking Veronica through her underwear. Veronica’s hips shifted, and her eyes fluttered half closed. Mac paused to watch, interested.
“Don’t stop.”
The words were half groaned, half whispered, and they surprised Mac. The legendary Veronica Mars lost control that quickly? Mac moved herself up to sit next to Veronica, leaning in to kiss her. Veronica put her hand on the back of Mac’s neck, pulling her in, crushing their lips together. Abruptly, she released her hold, letting the kiss become more gentle, and sliding her hand down Mac’s body to rest against her breast. Mac’s hand was playing with the hem of Veronica’s tee-shirt, and one cold hand slipped into it, her cool fingers finding Veronica’s navel, stroking at the soft blonde hairs below it, smoothly trailing up to Veronica’s breast, which was not covered by a bra.
Veronica was in a state of semi-shock. She never would have expected that the quiet webmistress would be so dominant. How could Mac - Cindy Mackenzie - have her half undressed and so horny on the floor of her own bedroom? Right. The floor. The reason that she was getting a numb ass.
She began to move, breaking the kiss. “What say you we move it up and get a little more comfortable?”
Mac nodded, following Veronica’s lead as she was pulled to her feet. They settled on the bed, and looked at each other. Veronica bit her lip, then they both giggled.
“Can I get you on your back, my lady?” Mac asked, tongue in cheek. She pushed up Veronica’s tee-shirt and, bending down, kissed her hip. Veronica squirmed away from the touch, and Mac caught her on the disadvantage, urging her onto her back. She sat across Veronica’s hips, her hand idly toying with the nipple clearly visible through the thin cotton. Veronica put her hands on Mac’s thighs, stroking patterns.
“You seem to have got me in a checkmate. Where to now, Watson?”
“Well, Sherlock, I believe to uncover the case, we have to remove all cloud of doubt. Or, in this case, the tee-shirt.” She urged the tee-shirt over Veronica’s head, and leaned down to kiss one nipple. Veronica’s breasts may not have been huge in the first place, and nobody has large real breasts when they’re flat on their back, but Mac found them more than adequate. She kissed Veronica’s nipple, her hand playing with the other while her tongue swirled. She gently bit at it, eliciting a moan from the blonde.
Veronica’s hands found Mac’s hair, and her teeth caught at her own lip, her eyes closed. Much as Logan claimed to be a breast man, he had never paid this much attention to them, and certainly he had never made her feel like this. Mac, meanwhile, was in heaven. She loved breasts, as it turned out, and having Veronica here, writhing beneath her, was almost more than she could take. She dropped a hand to Veronica’s underwear, stroking her clitoris through the cotton. She could feel it as a slight bump, and the heat emanating from there was enormous. Teasingly, she hooked a finger under the waistband, tickling Veronica, who laughed.
She shuffled in a way that could have been sexier, had someone else been doing it, down so she had access to Veronica’s stomach. Kissing her navel, she licked at the freckle there alone on the white skin, and nipped at her waist. She kissed Veronica’s clitoris through her underwear. Veronica gasped, then laughed breathily. “I sound like a porn actress.”
Mac looked up, a quizzical look on her face. “What porn have you been watching?”
“It was for a case.” Mac slipped her finger inside Veronica’s underwear, and pressed gently against her clit. “Oh, god. You can have no idea how turned on I am right now.”
Mac carefully removed her wet finger, and licked it clean. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”
She wasted no time in divesting Veronica of her underwear, before sinking against her in an open mouthed kiss, her tongue flickering over Veronica’s clitoris. She slipped a finger inside, it sliding in easily with all the lubrication, and twisted it slightly, looking for Veronica’s G spot. She’d read about G spots on the internet, but it was much more difficult to find than all that Janeway-Seven fanfic made it sound. Still, she could feel the tension building in Veronica, and guessed this was what an orgasm would feel like.
Her shoulder was against Veronica’s thigh, and she could feel all the muscles in it winding themselves tighter into a state where Veronica might just explode.
And then she did explode, and there were sensations everywhere, and fuck that was amazing. And then Mac comes and snuggles back in with her head in the crook of Veronica’s neck, which she kisses softly, and then Mac whispers softly, gently.
“My tongue is kinda tired.”
And Veronica kisses her on the nose, and kisses her on the neck, and drops her hand below the hacker’s waist.
“My turn.”