Someday I Will Treat You Good; Ch 6/8: There'll Be Peace When You Are Done
Title: Someday I Will Treat You Good
Chapter:6/8
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: R/NC17
P/C: Lamb/Veronica, Wallace
Summary: . “Wallace, I know that usually you don’t freak out when I tell you things…”
“Oh Lord, you aren’t dating a Klansman are you?”
“You know Wallace, I’d almost forgotten how quickly you could eat a girl out of her junk food supply.”
Veronica and Wallace were trudging purposefully down the aisle of the Sack N Pac. She had been silent while Wallace had filled their hand basket with M’n’M’s , Snicker Bars, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and beef jerky, Jamaican style, of course.
Wallace smiled at her. She smiled back.
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder, taking comfort in something for the first time in almost two years. “Veronica.”
She sighed. “You aren’t going to tell me that you’re back because you need my super Nancy Drew abilities are you?”
Wallace laughed. “No. You told me very pointedly that you were no longer drawing on those particular abilities. I was going to say that Mac was worried about you. And that according to her, you’ve got a new guy. That isn’t Weevil.” He gave her a look. “So spill V-dawg.”
“Well he’s not really….I mean….you know….” She was stammering at him now. She didn’t know what to say. She was sure that Lamb wasn’t her “guy” now. I mean that had to be a mutual thing right? Just because she wanted it-
What the hell? I don’t want it! Do I?
She thought back on the last couple days. Besides any kind of hard liquor, he’d been all she’d thought about in her drunken haze. And when she’d been pulled out of it…she hadn’t even thought about Logan. Logan killing himself. His suicide note, the one that hadn’t done anything to relieve the self-accusations she’d imposed on herself. “Wallace, I know that usually you don’t freak out when I tell you things…”
“Oh Lord, you aren’t dating a Klansman are you?”
Her mouth hung open for a moment before she burst out laughing. “No. But almost as bad. And we aren’t really dating…”
“Oh, out with it girl.”
“It’s Lamb.”
Wallace gave her a weird look. “Have you really been that lonely V?”
Veronica couldn’t look at him. “Well it was just…at the funeral…I…he…”
Wallace placed a six pack of grape soda into the hand basket. He turned and put his hand on her shoulder. “You don’t need to explain. I’ve been gone…and if you need somebody…well then it’s not my job to walk all over you for it. As long as you’re safe.” He turned away and started walking towards the cash register.
Safe, she thought. What does that even mean anymore?
******
Lamb circled into the parking lot of the Sack n Pac. He noticed Veronica’s car. If she was there then he needed to talk to her, if only to apologize.
Apologize, are you fucking kidding me?
He knew that voice very well. It was the voice that had advised him to taunt Veronica Mars rather then help her. It was the voice that advised him to always go for the glory rather then the do the right thing. Or to play it safe eating donuts and treat Sachs like shit. He hated that asshole.
And truth be told, the asshole sounded like his step dad, whom Lamb had had the supreme pleasure of cuffing after his mother had finally called in a domestic violence complaint, after nearly 20 years of his step father’s fuckery.
So why do you listen me all the time?
He got out of the car, ignoring that prick for what felt like the millionth time this year. Veronica was walking out of the convenience store with someone who looked a good deal like Wallace Fennel. He jogged across the street towards the two of them. Veronica saw him.
And she didn’t run.
Well that’s a good start. Scratch that. Lamb thought. That’s a fucking great start. Veronica turned to Wallace as he approached and handed him the plastic bag she was holding. He saw her hand him the keys to her car. He didn’t want to believe it, he really didn’t.
By that time he’d reached them. He stepped up onto the curb. Lamb opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, and to recite a few lines of the speech he had been reciting in his head for the past few hours. But she didn’t give him a chance. She grabbed him by the front of his khaki shirt and pulled him into a kiss. She was standing on tip toes and instead of forgetting, Veronica was, for once, remembering.
She remembered her and Logan’s first kiss on the walkway of a seedy motel. She remembered Lamb’s cruel smile when she had trusted him enough to help her. She remembered Logan’s funeral and the long, drawn out wake wherein she was expected to hold herself together. She remembered the smell of Lamb, starch and cigarettes, as he held her outside the chapel, rocking her slightly, whispering that he was there, that she was going to be fine. She remembered his breath against the cup of her ear and how when she had finally peeled herself away from him, he had looked at her with a mix of respect and sympathy that had carried her through the rest of that farce of a funeral.
“Uh, V?”
Veronica and Lamb broke apart. Veronica looked at Wallace and he noticed that she was blushing a little. “I’m going to give you your car keys back, because I don’t even want to pretend to guess that I know what you and him are doing. Understand?” Wallace held out the Saturn’s keys at arms length. Veronica took the keys, looking down at her feet, a bit embarrassed.
Wallace shook his head at the two of them and grinned. He walked away. “You owe me some bus fare Mars!” He shouted over his shoulder at them.
*****
Thinking back on how she had gotten to be in Don Lamb’s bed, naked and pulling him down on top of her, Veronica admitted to herself that it was a bit of a blur between the sidewalk outside the Sac n Pac and being back in this bed for the second time in two days.
But now she didn’t really care. She lay back as Lamb kissed his way from her navel to her breasts and neck. She gasped as he thrust into her. She could feel the sheets rubbing against her back. She opened her legs wider, closing her eyes as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She rocked back and forth, taking in a sharp breath as he rubbed his index finger in circles around her clit.
Veronica didn’t think about Logan or Duncan or Weevil as all of this happened. Instead she thought of a little 13-year old girl holding the hand of her father’s deputy while flowers of fire bloomed in the sky. It was a good memory.
Lamb didn’t think beyond that moment. He didn’t feel like it had really been building towards this, but as she wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her pelvis off the bed to meet him, it occurred to him that them, together, had been inevitable. But then, he was close, so God knew what he was thinking.
Veronica’s orgasm crashed around her just as she felt Lamb pull out. He came on the sheet next to her thigh and fell down on top of her, his hair just barely tickling the underside of her chin.
She wondered if everything was supposed to be fixed now.
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Chapter:6/8
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: R/NC17
P/C: Lamb/Veronica, Wallace
Summary: . “Wallace, I know that usually you don’t freak out when I tell you things…”
“Oh Lord, you aren’t dating a Klansman are you?”
“You know Wallace, I’d almost forgotten how quickly you could eat a girl out of her junk food supply.”
Veronica and Wallace were trudging purposefully down the aisle of the Sack N Pac. She had been silent while Wallace had filled their hand basket with M’n’M’s , Snicker Bars, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and beef jerky, Jamaican style, of course.
Wallace smiled at her. She smiled back.
“I’m so glad you’re here.”
She leaned her head against his shoulder, taking comfort in something for the first time in almost two years. “Veronica.”
She sighed. “You aren’t going to tell me that you’re back because you need my super Nancy Drew abilities are you?”
Wallace laughed. “No. You told me very pointedly that you were no longer drawing on those particular abilities. I was going to say that Mac was worried about you. And that according to her, you’ve got a new guy. That isn’t Weevil.” He gave her a look. “So spill V-dawg.”
“Well he’s not really….I mean….you know….” She was stammering at him now. She didn’t know what to say. She was sure that Lamb wasn’t her “guy” now. I mean that had to be a mutual thing right? Just because she wanted it-
What the hell? I don’t want it! Do I?
She thought back on the last couple days. Besides any kind of hard liquor, he’d been all she’d thought about in her drunken haze. And when she’d been pulled out of it…she hadn’t even thought about Logan. Logan killing himself. His suicide note, the one that hadn’t done anything to relieve the self-accusations she’d imposed on herself. “Wallace, I know that usually you don’t freak out when I tell you things…”
“Oh Lord, you aren’t dating a Klansman are you?”
Her mouth hung open for a moment before she burst out laughing. “No. But almost as bad. And we aren’t really dating…”
“Oh, out with it girl.”
“It’s Lamb.”
Wallace gave her a weird look. “Have you really been that lonely V?”
Veronica couldn’t look at him. “Well it was just…at the funeral…I…he…”
Wallace placed a six pack of grape soda into the hand basket. He turned and put his hand on her shoulder. “You don’t need to explain. I’ve been gone…and if you need somebody…well then it’s not my job to walk all over you for it. As long as you’re safe.” He turned away and started walking towards the cash register.
Safe, she thought. What does that even mean anymore?
******
Lamb circled into the parking lot of the Sack n Pac. He noticed Veronica’s car. If she was there then he needed to talk to her, if only to apologize.
Apologize, are you fucking kidding me?
He knew that voice very well. It was the voice that had advised him to taunt Veronica Mars rather then help her. It was the voice that advised him to always go for the glory rather then the do the right thing. Or to play it safe eating donuts and treat Sachs like shit. He hated that asshole.
And truth be told, the asshole sounded like his step dad, whom Lamb had had the supreme pleasure of cuffing after his mother had finally called in a domestic violence complaint, after nearly 20 years of his step father’s fuckery.
So why do you listen me all the time?
He got out of the car, ignoring that prick for what felt like the millionth time this year. Veronica was walking out of the convenience store with someone who looked a good deal like Wallace Fennel. He jogged across the street towards the two of them. Veronica saw him.
And she didn’t run.
Well that’s a good start. Scratch that. Lamb thought. That’s a fucking great start. Veronica turned to Wallace as he approached and handed him the plastic bag she was holding. He saw her hand him the keys to her car. He didn’t want to believe it, he really didn’t.
By that time he’d reached them. He stepped up onto the curb. Lamb opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, and to recite a few lines of the speech he had been reciting in his head for the past few hours. But she didn’t give him a chance. She grabbed him by the front of his khaki shirt and pulled him into a kiss. She was standing on tip toes and instead of forgetting, Veronica was, for once, remembering.
She remembered her and Logan’s first kiss on the walkway of a seedy motel. She remembered Lamb’s cruel smile when she had trusted him enough to help her. She remembered Logan’s funeral and the long, drawn out wake wherein she was expected to hold herself together. She remembered the smell of Lamb, starch and cigarettes, as he held her outside the chapel, rocking her slightly, whispering that he was there, that she was going to be fine. She remembered his breath against the cup of her ear and how when she had finally peeled herself away from him, he had looked at her with a mix of respect and sympathy that had carried her through the rest of that farce of a funeral.
“Uh, V?”
Veronica and Lamb broke apart. Veronica looked at Wallace and he noticed that she was blushing a little. “I’m going to give you your car keys back, because I don’t even want to pretend to guess that I know what you and him are doing. Understand?” Wallace held out the Saturn’s keys at arms length. Veronica took the keys, looking down at her feet, a bit embarrassed.
Wallace shook his head at the two of them and grinned. He walked away. “You owe me some bus fare Mars!” He shouted over his shoulder at them.
*****
Thinking back on how she had gotten to be in Don Lamb’s bed, naked and pulling him down on top of her, Veronica admitted to herself that it was a bit of a blur between the sidewalk outside the Sac n Pac and being back in this bed for the second time in two days.
But now she didn’t really care. She lay back as Lamb kissed his way from her navel to her breasts and neck. She gasped as he thrust into her. She could feel the sheets rubbing against her back. She opened her legs wider, closing her eyes as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. She rocked back and forth, taking in a sharp breath as he rubbed his index finger in circles around her clit.
Veronica didn’t think about Logan or Duncan or Weevil as all of this happened. Instead she thought of a little 13-year old girl holding the hand of her father’s deputy while flowers of fire bloomed in the sky. It was a good memory.
Lamb didn’t think beyond that moment. He didn’t feel like it had really been building towards this, but as she wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her pelvis off the bed to meet him, it occurred to him that them, together, had been inevitable. But then, he was close, so God knew what he was thinking.
Veronica’s orgasm crashed around her just as she felt Lamb pull out. He came on the sheet next to her thigh and fell down on top of her, his hair just barely tickling the underside of her chin.
She wondered if everything was supposed to be fixed now.
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