Ficlet- Lincoln Heights (Val/Cassie, 1/1)
Title: Dancing In The Dark
Rating: r-ish
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: This is entirely blamed on scoob2222. And the fact that Ignacio Serricchio has ridiculous amounts of inappropriate chemistry with every man, woman, child, horse, and inanimate object he comes in contact with. And now I'm going to work on my big huge Veronica/Duncan video to end all Veronica/Duncan videos that I'm sure my entire f-list, especially candlewaxdreams is just *jazzed* about.
The way he saw it, he had two options. He could dance with her, or he could face Eddie when he realized that Val had let his precious baby girl waltz through the Underground seconds before the place got raided.
No, not waltz. Salsa.
And she wasn’t kidding when she had told him she loved to dance. Chattering excitedly that day he gave her a ride home, like an excited schoolgirl. She is a damn schoolgirl, he thought to himself, crossing the room to where she was standing off to the side, probably waiting for that dorky white boy. She was being surrounded by guys all too old for her, each getting closer, and one of them was going to pull her in soon. That’s the way it worked at Underground. No one asked a lady to dance. They just took her.
He still wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do when he reached her. Grab her by the elbow and drag her out of there, scolding her like the kid she was, the kid he had to keep reminding himself that she was? That would be a dead giveaway that he was a cop. Throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of there, kicking and screaming and squirming? Though...the thought of that soft, round ass wiggling around on his shoulder...He grabbed the railing as he walked downstairs, never taking his eyes off of her. If he was halfway hard before, he was at full fucking salute now.
As he came within a few feet of her, her voice began to carry over the din, and he could make out what she was saying to the big huge cabron who was trying to get his hands all over her. “No, I’m waiting for someone, I don’t want to dance, let go of me...” Val saw the tight grip the dude had on her arm, spinning her into himself and reaching his other hand down to that round, perfect (sixteen-year-old) ass. And that fucking did it.
“Batalo, pendejo,” He said through clenched teeth, wrenching the guy’s hands off her. Cassie’s eyes widened in surprise, and then relief. He nodded at her, willing her to play along. “Ella esta con mi.”
Val took her hand and spun her backwards, pulling her into the dance with him. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He tried to whisper over the pulsing music.
“No, I’m...I’m fine,” she answered, her voice still shaky. “What are you doing here?”
Val rolled his eyes. “You do have a knack for being everywhere you’re not supposed to be. Come on, we got to get you out of here. Your dad’s gonna be here any second.”
He quickly pulled her behind him. If he got her out of there and in a cab within ten minutes, he’d still be in position when the rest of the boys in blue showed up. But first, he had to get Cassie out of there. He led her out a side entrance that he had set up exclusively for his use with the club’s manager, and as luck would have it, spotted a cab coming right around the corner. “Come on, that’s your ride.”
He opened the door for her, and she moved to get into the cab but then turned to him.
“What?” He asked.
She looked down, chewing on her bottom lip. “Val, um...” She quickly leaned up, kissing him softly on the cheek. “Thanks.” And then she was in the cab, and she was gone, and he was left standing on the sidewalk, with a raging hard on, wondering how the fuck he had gotten this sixteen-year-old girl so deeply under his skin- and if he should be arresting himself.
Rating: r-ish
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: This is entirely blamed on scoob2222. And the fact that Ignacio Serricchio has ridiculous amounts of inappropriate chemistry with every man, woman, child, horse, and inanimate object he comes in contact with. And now I'm going to work on my big huge Veronica/Duncan video to end all Veronica/Duncan videos that I'm sure my entire f-list, especially candlewaxdreams is just *jazzed* about.
The way he saw it, he had two options. He could dance with her, or he could face Eddie when he realized that Val had let his precious baby girl waltz through the Underground seconds before the place got raided.
No, not waltz. Salsa.
And she wasn’t kidding when she had told him she loved to dance. Chattering excitedly that day he gave her a ride home, like an excited schoolgirl. She is a damn schoolgirl, he thought to himself, crossing the room to where she was standing off to the side, probably waiting for that dorky white boy. She was being surrounded by guys all too old for her, each getting closer, and one of them was going to pull her in soon. That’s the way it worked at Underground. No one asked a lady to dance. They just took her.
He still wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do when he reached her. Grab her by the elbow and drag her out of there, scolding her like the kid she was, the kid he had to keep reminding himself that she was? That would be a dead giveaway that he was a cop. Throw her over his shoulder and carry her out of there, kicking and screaming and squirming? Though...the thought of that soft, round ass wiggling around on his shoulder...He grabbed the railing as he walked downstairs, never taking his eyes off of her. If he was halfway hard before, he was at full fucking salute now.
As he came within a few feet of her, her voice began to carry over the din, and he could make out what she was saying to the big huge cabron who was trying to get his hands all over her. “No, I’m waiting for someone, I don’t want to dance, let go of me...” Val saw the tight grip the dude had on her arm, spinning her into himself and reaching his other hand down to that round, perfect (sixteen-year-old) ass. And that fucking did it.
“Batalo, pendejo,” He said through clenched teeth, wrenching the guy’s hands off her. Cassie’s eyes widened in surprise, and then relief. He nodded at her, willing her to play along. “Ella esta con mi.”
Val took her hand and spun her backwards, pulling her into the dance with him. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He tried to whisper over the pulsing music.
“No, I’m...I’m fine,” she answered, her voice still shaky. “What are you doing here?”
Val rolled his eyes. “You do have a knack for being everywhere you’re not supposed to be. Come on, we got to get you out of here. Your dad’s gonna be here any second.”
He quickly pulled her behind him. If he got her out of there and in a cab within ten minutes, he’d still be in position when the rest of the boys in blue showed up. But first, he had to get Cassie out of there. He led her out a side entrance that he had set up exclusively for his use with the club’s manager, and as luck would have it, spotted a cab coming right around the corner. “Come on, that’s your ride.”
He opened the door for her, and she moved to get into the cab but then turned to him.
“What?” He asked.
She looked down, chewing on her bottom lip. “Val, um...” She quickly leaned up, kissing him softly on the cheek. “Thanks.” And then she was in the cab, and she was gone, and he was left standing on the sidewalk, with a raging hard on, wondering how the fuck he had gotten this sixteen-year-old girl so deeply under his skin- and if he should be arresting himself.