fic, Veronica Mars
Title: prelude in C-sharp minor
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Mac/Doctor NoCassidy
Spoilerth: A during-"Not-Pictured"-2x22 fic.
Rating: Umm… 16+ for themes and sexual situations
Summary: Mac's POV; Time to face the music, she thinks. It's okay. Everything's okay.
A/N: This is a companion piece to "Not Pictured" and will not make sense if you haven't seen the episode.
A/N the second: This is a companion piece to hobviously's It's The Company You Keep post-"Not Pictured" fic due to similar themes and sexual situations and specific evil. ^_^
Mac nicks herself while shaving and swears violently, the trickle of crimson harshly contrasting with white skin. It's just a cut, she thinks, laughing as she realizes how uptight she is getting. Nothing a little Neosporin can't help.
Later, she looks at her flushed face in the mirror and smiles. "It's a big day," she says. And with only a glimmer of shame, her fingers find herself for a moment and she rubs a bit too eagerly. Eyes closed, she bites her lower lip and imagines herself tangled up with him. It's a nice feeling, a feeling that she's grown more and more addicted to. Right before her brother knocks on the door, she almost gasps aloud.
Towel wrapped firmly around herself, she leaves the bathroom with only a mild glare at her brat of a younger brother.
- - -
She smoothes her skirt and runs her hand through her hair. Remembering, she turns her phone on vibrate; nothing is going to distract her tonight. Breathing steadily, she tries to remember the vital things: her honor cords are in her dresser, the condoms are in her purse.
- - -
With his hand on her lower back, he guides her firmly into the heart of the party. She thinks about how she'd follow him anywhere, she thinks about how much she loves him, how right all of this is. Her smile is so wide that Dick makes a comment but she doesn't hear, only hears how Cassidy laughs and sees how he takes the glass of beer out of his brother's hand. And drinks.
She blinks and hears Dick's second comment and third and notices that Cassidy is drinking. He must be nervous, of course. It's sweet, right? She's nervous too.
- - -
"Well, there's nothing up there that I'm afraid of," he says and his voice sounds different. She's only a bit worried at this point. Tonight is so important, so special that she has the strangest desire to run away from it. Take her car and just go drive somewhere, forget that she even knew this boy.
Yeah, right, she thinks as he takes two steps forward. She's startled as he kisses her on the mouth in front of all these people, in front of his brother, his hand grabbing her waist and then snaking down to her ass.
Who is this masked man?, she thinks and kisses him back.
- - -
He's sullen in the elevator, holding her hand and leaning heavily against the back wall.
"I can hear you thinking," she says, squeezing his hand. He looks at her, confused, as if he didn't notice that she was with him.
She decides to file that under 'Cassidy Casablancas: Random Weirdness' (a ridiculously huge file at this point). She remembers suddenly that she's going to a room in the Neptune Grand with her boyfriend with the full intent to have sex. She gasps for breath.
- - -
Barely three paces in the room and he's kissing her, hard and uneven. She opens her eyes and concentrates while kissing (sucking his lower lip, tongue sliding across teeth), focusing on the blur of skin that she can see, curious as to why she had never seen this side of him before.
It's good, she thinks. She likes it. Pulling away, she holds him at arm's length and smiles at him, a reassuring, happy smile. He turns away and starts to undress. Tilting her head to one side, she watches him for a moment before doing the same, placing her purse and phone on the desk.
She's unnerved that she's undressing herself - shouldn't he be doing something? At least watching her?
- - -
The first thing she thinks about is how ridiculously soft this hotel bed is; the second thing is how hard her rich boyfriend is. She giggles and wraps her legs around him, resolutely not thinking of England. It's better than anything she had imagined, possibly because she can taste him, hear him, and feel every inch of his skin. He is so different, like a switch had been turned on. It is refreshing, she thinks. He's attracted to me, she thinks. Thank god.
- - -
"Shut up, I need you to shut up. Don't say anything." He puts his hand over her face and yet she can see his face with one eye open. His eyes are closed and his mouth is moving, but she's a terrible lip reader. With his hand pressed tightly against her lips, she snakes her tongue out to dart along the salty skin. His eyes open wide and he looks furiously at her.
Later, she realizes that that was the moment when it all began to fade.
He gets angry, he gets limp; she begins to recognize him as despair takes over and she feels like she has to apologize. It must be my fault, she thinks.
She has to take a shower, though. She's failed, she has to wash the failure off her body till she's clean again.
He reaches over and holds her hand. "This was your night," he says dejectedly, staring at her with that plaintive look in his eyes and she feels so sorry for him.
"There will be other nights," she replies, a little more curt than she should.
It's my fault, she thinks.
- - -
The water is instantly steaming hot and she is grateful. Occasionally tasting the salt of her own tears, she repeats a calming series of statements in her head. It just wasn't the right time. It's okay. It's normal.
Neptune Grand's soap smells of mint and honey and she washes herself down. Again, her fingers easily find herself and she is shocked at how wet she is. It's gone within moments; her fingers are vigorous.
Without knocking, he comes into the bathroom and she has to choke back a sob. It sounds vaguely like laughter so she continues: "A girl can't get her privacy?" She laughs again.
He doesn't reply and she can hear him rustling about, a soft thump and the smack of metal hitting against a towel rack. "I'll be out in a second," she says.
The door slams behind him and she wonders what he was up to. Perhaps washing his face or wanting to tell her something and losing his nerve. Wouldn't be the first time.
Cindy Mackenzie decides to stop pondering what goes on in Cassidy's mind. He's a mystery and she has to accept him as thus.
A minute later, she steels herself and turns the water off. Time to face the music, she thinks. It's okay. Everything's okay.
She pulls open the shower curtain.
-f-
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Mac/Doctor NoCassidy
Spoilerth: A during-"Not-Pictured"-2x22 fic.
Rating: Umm… 16+ for themes and sexual situations
Summary: Mac's POV; Time to face the music, she thinks. It's okay. Everything's okay.
A/N: This is a companion piece to "Not Pictured" and will not make sense if you haven't seen the episode.
A/N the second: This is a companion piece to hobviously's It's The Company You Keep post-"Not Pictured" fic due to similar themes and sexual situations and specific evil. ^_^
Mac nicks herself while shaving and swears violently, the trickle of crimson harshly contrasting with white skin. It's just a cut, she thinks, laughing as she realizes how uptight she is getting. Nothing a little Neosporin can't help.
Later, she looks at her flushed face in the mirror and smiles. "It's a big day," she says. And with only a glimmer of shame, her fingers find herself for a moment and she rubs a bit too eagerly. Eyes closed, she bites her lower lip and imagines herself tangled up with him. It's a nice feeling, a feeling that she's grown more and more addicted to. Right before her brother knocks on the door, she almost gasps aloud.
Towel wrapped firmly around herself, she leaves the bathroom with only a mild glare at her brat of a younger brother.
- - -
She smoothes her skirt and runs her hand through her hair. Remembering, she turns her phone on vibrate; nothing is going to distract her tonight. Breathing steadily, she tries to remember the vital things: her honor cords are in her dresser, the condoms are in her purse.
- - -
With his hand on her lower back, he guides her firmly into the heart of the party. She thinks about how she'd follow him anywhere, she thinks about how much she loves him, how right all of this is. Her smile is so wide that Dick makes a comment but she doesn't hear, only hears how Cassidy laughs and sees how he takes the glass of beer out of his brother's hand. And drinks.
She blinks and hears Dick's second comment and third and notices that Cassidy is drinking. He must be nervous, of course. It's sweet, right? She's nervous too.
- - -
"Well, there's nothing up there that I'm afraid of," he says and his voice sounds different. She's only a bit worried at this point. Tonight is so important, so special that she has the strangest desire to run away from it. Take her car and just go drive somewhere, forget that she even knew this boy.
Yeah, right, she thinks as he takes two steps forward. She's startled as he kisses her on the mouth in front of all these people, in front of his brother, his hand grabbing her waist and then snaking down to her ass.
Who is this masked man?, she thinks and kisses him back.
- - -
He's sullen in the elevator, holding her hand and leaning heavily against the back wall.
"I can hear you thinking," she says, squeezing his hand. He looks at her, confused, as if he didn't notice that she was with him.
She decides to file that under 'Cassidy Casablancas: Random Weirdness' (a ridiculously huge file at this point). She remembers suddenly that she's going to a room in the Neptune Grand with her boyfriend with the full intent to have sex. She gasps for breath.
- - -
Barely three paces in the room and he's kissing her, hard and uneven. She opens her eyes and concentrates while kissing (sucking his lower lip, tongue sliding across teeth), focusing on the blur of skin that she can see, curious as to why she had never seen this side of him before.
It's good, she thinks. She likes it. Pulling away, she holds him at arm's length and smiles at him, a reassuring, happy smile. He turns away and starts to undress. Tilting her head to one side, she watches him for a moment before doing the same, placing her purse and phone on the desk.
She's unnerved that she's undressing herself - shouldn't he be doing something? At least watching her?
- - -
The first thing she thinks about is how ridiculously soft this hotel bed is; the second thing is how hard her rich boyfriend is. She giggles and wraps her legs around him, resolutely not thinking of England. It's better than anything she had imagined, possibly because she can taste him, hear him, and feel every inch of his skin. He is so different, like a switch had been turned on. It is refreshing, she thinks. He's attracted to me, she thinks. Thank god.
- - -
"Shut up, I need you to shut up. Don't say anything." He puts his hand over her face and yet she can see his face with one eye open. His eyes are closed and his mouth is moving, but she's a terrible lip reader. With his hand pressed tightly against her lips, she snakes her tongue out to dart along the salty skin. His eyes open wide and he looks furiously at her.
Later, she realizes that that was the moment when it all began to fade.
He gets angry, he gets limp; she begins to recognize him as despair takes over and she feels like she has to apologize. It must be my fault, she thinks.
She has to take a shower, though. She's failed, she has to wash the failure off her body till she's clean again.
He reaches over and holds her hand. "This was your night," he says dejectedly, staring at her with that plaintive look in his eyes and she feels so sorry for him.
"There will be other nights," she replies, a little more curt than she should.
It's my fault, she thinks.
- - -
The water is instantly steaming hot and she is grateful. Occasionally tasting the salt of her own tears, she repeats a calming series of statements in her head. It just wasn't the right time. It's okay. It's normal.
Neptune Grand's soap smells of mint and honey and she washes herself down. Again, her fingers easily find herself and she is shocked at how wet she is. It's gone within moments; her fingers are vigorous.
Without knocking, he comes into the bathroom and she has to choke back a sob. It sounds vaguely like laughter so she continues: "A girl can't get her privacy?" She laughs again.
He doesn't reply and she can hear him rustling about, a soft thump and the smack of metal hitting against a towel rack. "I'll be out in a second," she says.
The door slams behind him and she wonders what he was up to. Perhaps washing his face or wanting to tell her something and losing his nerve. Wouldn't be the first time.
Cindy Mackenzie decides to stop pondering what goes on in Cassidy's mind. He's a mystery and she has to accept him as thus.
A minute later, she steels herself and turns the water off. Time to face the music, she thinks. It's okay. Everything's okay.
She pulls open the shower curtain.
-f-