Veronica Mars, Weevil/Veronica: Times of Day
Title: Blossom
Author: plasticeneposes
Theme: Afternoon
Rating: G
As Veronica's polished toes are digging into the warm sand of Dog Beach, she suddenly remembers that today was a quiz day in Sociology. Well, so much for those fifteen points. Grunting, she picks up a handful of sand and chucks it in Weevil's direction.
"Woman, I'd watch where I throw that stuff if I were you," he warns. Veronica only laughs - flopped out on his back in the sand with Backup curled against his side, he looks anything but menacing.
"Oh if only Lilly could see you now," she teases, fingering her necklace. Weevil chuckles.
"What, whipped by another tiny little white girl?" Veronica opens and closes her mouth, unsure of how to respond. Weevil is looking directly at her, eyes wide and dark even as he squints against the fading afternoon sun. She flushes, pulling her knees up to her chest as she tears her eyes away from his.
Veronica doesn't remember the when she was the first to look away from anyone. She doesn't remember Weevil ever being so frank with her; doesn’t ever remember his gaze burning quite so hot. It's all very new and very disconcerting, but she finds that it’s not altogether unpleasant.