Fic: The Yellow Brick Road: Chapter 11
Fic: The Yellow Brick Road, Chapter 11
Pairings/Characters: Veronica/Lamb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2300
Spoilers: Until the end of the show, except that Lamb didn't die, obviously.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but wish I did.
I'm sorry I fail at writing in a timely fashion! Work has been crazy this week.
More Soon, Scout's Honor!
Veronica didn’t know what the hell had gotten into her. Okay, so her relationship with Lamb had never exactly been cut and dry but there certainly wasn’t supposed to be sex. Okay, when she was 15 she wanted there to be sex. Hell, if she were being honest with herself at 13 she had wanted there to be sex, when she first got herself off to the thought of her father’s new handsome blue-eyed deputy. If she were being more honest with herself she’d admit that she’d had more than a few sex dreams over the years about the blue-eyed devil. And they did not do him justice…You’re getting off point, Veronica. There was a point here? Oh right. What the hell was she doing?!
Veronica was pulled out of her internal monologue when Lamb pulled over the cruiser in front of Mars Investigations. She mentally chided herself for being more wrapped up in whatever was happening with her and Lamb than at trying to find whoever was attempting to kill her and her father. Veronica looked up fondly at the office. This place was home, almost more so than their apartment. After she had gotten her PI license, they added a second office. Basically, no one manned the secretary station. The desk was there as a place for stuff to be organized. She’d kept trying to get her father to hire Weevil back, but he seemed to like his gig at Hearst. As she had the key in her hand a thought jumped into her head. “You did check this place too, right? We’re not going to blow up if I open the door?”
Lamb gave her a ‘you’re kidding, right’ look as he waved at the deputy that was parked across the street.
She really should stop underestimating him. She thought on it for a minute and realized the bomb that had been attached to her car and silently laughed. Okay, maybe she shouldn’t. She would say, though, that Lamb was a lot smarter than she had been giving him credit for. Maybe that was her Libido talking... maybe she was confusing smart with utterly fantastic in bed… with the feeling of his hands on… FOCUS VERONICA!
Okay, case files case files… She ruffled through the folders on her father’s desk. This one turned up like a bad penny. Ah. The Fitzpatricks. Well… that seems about right. What was it about bad guys? Did they always have to be sneaky? She almost would have preferred someone shooting at her. Okay so she had been shot at before and now that she thought about it. Maybe her previous statement wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t really like being shot at. But at least when that happened you knew who was coming after you. You knew who to taze. She felt Lamb walk up behind her to look over her shoulder but wasn’t prepared when he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her lightly on the neck before putting on his best no nonsense Sheriff voice.
“What are your leads, Mars?”
The mixture of weirdly sweet Lamb and super serious Lamb brought a smile to her face. She just handed him the folder.
“Well, this certainly wasn’t a leap.” He smacked his gum and she actually thought it was endearing. Really? Endearing? No, Veronica, that’s supposed to be infuriating! Lamb is supposed to be infuriating not… kissing you. How she was supposed to think coherently at all when he tasted like peppermint and was lightly biting her bottom lip she would never know. She pretended to ignore him and turned back to the folder.
“I don’t have any proof…yet…but they’re certainly the most likely suspects. Everything else we’ve been working on has been the usual. Cheating spouses, corrupt politicians, bail jumpers. Even the bail jumpers haven’t been anything interesting... I’d bet money on the Fitzpatricks. Especially because I might have had an altercation down at the River Styx…”
The look on Lamb’s face was a mixture of annoyance and concern and she laughed at it. He looked like he didn’t know whether to comfort her or scold her. He went with the latter. “What happened?” he said in an annoyed tone.
“Oh, you know, I was snooping, as I am prone to do, and I maybe have bitten off more than I could chew, which I am NOT prone to do,” she flashed a smile at him at that point so he wouldn’t argue. Okay, she didn’t do it anymore… or at least not that often. “And I may or may not have ended up getting threatened with a large rusty pipe in a dark alley. Which really is more the Fitzpatrick’s style come to think of it…”
“Focus, Veronica.”
“Right, well. That’s what happened.”
“And this little argument? What was it about?”
“Oh, you know, this and that.” He stared her down with one eyebrow raised. Man, he could look tall when he wanted to. “Fine, quit it with the evil eye. Somebody came to us, wanted some dirt on a used car salesman named Flynn Finnerty… I know, right? You’d think that being a used car salesman would be dirt enough. But no, this guy had apparently bought a car, turned out to be a lemon, when he confronted the dealer he got not so subtly threatened for his time. So he wanted some evidence to blackmail him into giving him a new car, I think. Long story short; Mr. Used-Car-Salesman happens to be pretty deep in debt to one Liam Fitzpatrick...I was tailing him to get photos of the gambling that I was sure was going on.”
“And when you found out it was at the River Styx you didn’t think to call the police or bring real backup?” Lamb asked her sounding thoroughly annoyed.
“Au contraire, Sheriff, I brought out the big guns, Daddy-O headed up my security detail, thus explaining why he’s in just as deep as me.”
“You know, the Sheriff’s department has some pretty big guns.” By his tone she didn’t think he’d realized his insinuation.
“Ah, but Lamb, I didn’t realize quite how big your gun was until recently. All these years I thought you were all talk…” she winked at him for extra effect.
He laughed. “Quit trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson, and get on with the case.”
“Moi? Try to seduce you? Never. Also, let’s count birthdays here, cradle robber. I think you’re the Mrs. Robinson here.”
“Oh please, you’re twenty one, Mars.” he leaned in close and whispered in here ear even though there wasn’t anyone else in the room, “Now, if I’d acted on it the first time you ever made me hard, walking into the station with one of those tiny little skirts, then I would have been a cradle robber… I’d also be in jail, because you couldn’t have been more than fifteen.”
She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “And here I thought the sexual tension was all in my head. That my king sized crush on my father’s favorite deputy was a one way street… If only I had known, how different my formative years may have been.”
He picked her up quickly and sat her on the desk, stepping his way in between her legs and making her denim skirt ride up. Maybe changing into a skirt wasn’t such a good idea after all she thought for a fleeting moment before Lamb gently ran a finger on the underwear between her legs scratch that, this was a great idea.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with lust and said “We can make up for it now, no more time wasted…” as he starting stroking her clit a little harder above her underwear. She would have answered if she could think about anything except his hand. And now his lips and tongue, conquering hers, his warm weight pushing her down onto the desk, onto case files and pens, and potentially even a stapler. Oh God, Lamb was starting to get her off on her father’s desk. This wasn’t happening. As she heard herself moan she thought Okay, so it is happening. Sue me.
“Look at me, Veronica.” She opened her eyes as Lamb thrust a finger inside her. Veronica had never been an exhibitionist, hell, besides for an occasional couch or a trip to the shower like this morning, she’d never had sex not in a bed. She’d never even fooled around in a car and now here she was at work getting so close to getting off that it almost wasn’t fair. What was he doing to her? As he ran a thumb over her clit she decided she didn’t care. She kept her eyes trained on him as she drew close to the edge. He thrust his hand in quicker with one hand, grabbing her breast roughly through her shirt with the other. She could feel her toes start to curl and darkness was starting to ebb into her vision when…
“Lamb?” they heard someone call from the waiting room. Lamb hastily pulled his hand out of her and stood her up. She pulled her skirt down just as Sacks walked into the room. “Hey…” he looked at them confusedly… well, Veronica was standing directly in front of Lamb, hiding the erection that was sure to be visible through his tight blue jeans and Veronica probably looked as raring to go as a $3 hooker. She should know, she’d seen some $3 hookers… “Do you guys need some help looking around?”
Veronica just stood there slack jawed, her body still too confused by the abrupt change in atmosphere to say anything coherent. She heard Lamb answer “No, I think we’re set. Veronica is pretty sure it was the Fitzpatrick’s. How about you take someone to snoop around that garage they own, see if you can come up with any ingredients for a bomb. Just, don’t get caught… we don’t have enough for a warrant yet…” Veronica felt herself numbly nod along to whatever Lamb had just said as Sacks turned to leave. She didn’t think she’d ever been so simultaneously angry and turned on in her entire life. She was waiting to hear the door close to say anything, but as soon as the door clicked she was back on the desk and back on her back. Apparently Lamb wanted to finish what they had started. And now.
“But he could come back…” she heard herself say.
“Then you’d better finish quickly” he growled back as he pushed her underwear aside and attacked her clit with his tongue. It took only seconds before Veronica was back at the edge. Her body eager to get the release it so desperately craved. One or two more, oh god, Lamb had curled his fingers forward as he bit down on her clit, hitting all her spots at once. She came hard, her heels digging into Lamb’s back pulling him closer, her hands gripping the side of the desk with white knuckles. Lamb continued to lap at her gently, bringing her down from her high. Her limbs felt heavy and she felt Lamb get up. He stepped between her legs, leaned down, and kissed her. She could taste herself on him and found it incredibly erotic. She could feel his hard length against her underwear that had been put back in place. All she could think as she ground her hips into his was that she wanted him again. Just as she was about to reach for him he pulled away and helped her into a sitting position.
“Not now, Veronica, If we fuck here I’m not so sure I’ll be able to go again in my office. And that is one fantasy I am not giving up.”
She looked at him confused as she teasingly ran a hand over the bulging spot in his jeans, “What, are you planning on never touching me again after this weekend?” She pouted at him.
He shook his head at her, “I plan on touching you every minute you let me.” He rolled his hips into her hand as if to prove his point, “I’m still waiting for you to come to your senses and taze me.”
She laughed outright before kissing him. “Don’t hold your breath, Sheriff. I haven’t had this much fun in years… and a girl can’t just throw away entertainment like that.”
Lamb smiled and popped some gum into his mouth as he helped her off the desk. He laughed as he looked down… “Well seeing as how this is Keith’s desk we might want to clean up… or else he’s going to figure out what happened here and I’m going to be missing your favorite part of my anatomy.”
“Your eyes?” she asked innocently.
“Sure, Veronica, my eyes,” he laughed
Pairings/Characters: Veronica/Lamb
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2300
Spoilers: Until the end of the show, except that Lamb didn't die, obviously.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but wish I did.
I'm sorry I fail at writing in a timely fashion! Work has been crazy this week.
More Soon, Scout's Honor!
Veronica didn’t know what the hell had gotten into her. Okay, so her relationship with Lamb had never exactly been cut and dry but there certainly wasn’t supposed to be sex. Okay, when she was 15 she wanted there to be sex. Hell, if she were being honest with herself at 13 she had wanted there to be sex, when she first got herself off to the thought of her father’s new handsome blue-eyed deputy. If she were being more honest with herself she’d admit that she’d had more than a few sex dreams over the years about the blue-eyed devil. And they did not do him justice…You’re getting off point, Veronica. There was a point here? Oh right. What the hell was she doing?!
Veronica was pulled out of her internal monologue when Lamb pulled over the cruiser in front of Mars Investigations. She mentally chided herself for being more wrapped up in whatever was happening with her and Lamb than at trying to find whoever was attempting to kill her and her father. Veronica looked up fondly at the office. This place was home, almost more so than their apartment. After she had gotten her PI license, they added a second office. Basically, no one manned the secretary station. The desk was there as a place for stuff to be organized. She’d kept trying to get her father to hire Weevil back, but he seemed to like his gig at Hearst. As she had the key in her hand a thought jumped into her head. “You did check this place too, right? We’re not going to blow up if I open the door?”
Lamb gave her a ‘you’re kidding, right’ look as he waved at the deputy that was parked across the street.
She really should stop underestimating him. She thought on it for a minute and realized the bomb that had been attached to her car and silently laughed. Okay, maybe she shouldn’t. She would say, though, that Lamb was a lot smarter than she had been giving him credit for. Maybe that was her Libido talking... maybe she was confusing smart with utterly fantastic in bed… with the feeling of his hands on… FOCUS VERONICA!
Okay, case files case files… She ruffled through the folders on her father’s desk. This one turned up like a bad penny. Ah. The Fitzpatricks. Well… that seems about right. What was it about bad guys? Did they always have to be sneaky? She almost would have preferred someone shooting at her. Okay so she had been shot at before and now that she thought about it. Maybe her previous statement wasn’t entirely true. She didn’t really like being shot at. But at least when that happened you knew who was coming after you. You knew who to taze. She felt Lamb walk up behind her to look over her shoulder but wasn’t prepared when he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her lightly on the neck before putting on his best no nonsense Sheriff voice.
“What are your leads, Mars?”
The mixture of weirdly sweet Lamb and super serious Lamb brought a smile to her face. She just handed him the folder.
“Well, this certainly wasn’t a leap.” He smacked his gum and she actually thought it was endearing. Really? Endearing? No, Veronica, that’s supposed to be infuriating! Lamb is supposed to be infuriating not… kissing you. How she was supposed to think coherently at all when he tasted like peppermint and was lightly biting her bottom lip she would never know. She pretended to ignore him and turned back to the folder.
“I don’t have any proof…yet…but they’re certainly the most likely suspects. Everything else we’ve been working on has been the usual. Cheating spouses, corrupt politicians, bail jumpers. Even the bail jumpers haven’t been anything interesting... I’d bet money on the Fitzpatricks. Especially because I might have had an altercation down at the River Styx…”
The look on Lamb’s face was a mixture of annoyance and concern and she laughed at it. He looked like he didn’t know whether to comfort her or scold her. He went with the latter. “What happened?” he said in an annoyed tone.
“Oh, you know, I was snooping, as I am prone to do, and I maybe have bitten off more than I could chew, which I am NOT prone to do,” she flashed a smile at him at that point so he wouldn’t argue. Okay, she didn’t do it anymore… or at least not that often. “And I may or may not have ended up getting threatened with a large rusty pipe in a dark alley. Which really is more the Fitzpatrick’s style come to think of it…”
“Focus, Veronica.”
“Right, well. That’s what happened.”
“And this little argument? What was it about?”
“Oh, you know, this and that.” He stared her down with one eyebrow raised. Man, he could look tall when he wanted to. “Fine, quit it with the evil eye. Somebody came to us, wanted some dirt on a used car salesman named Flynn Finnerty… I know, right? You’d think that being a used car salesman would be dirt enough. But no, this guy had apparently bought a car, turned out to be a lemon, when he confronted the dealer he got not so subtly threatened for his time. So he wanted some evidence to blackmail him into giving him a new car, I think. Long story short; Mr. Used-Car-Salesman happens to be pretty deep in debt to one Liam Fitzpatrick...I was tailing him to get photos of the gambling that I was sure was going on.”
“And when you found out it was at the River Styx you didn’t think to call the police or bring real backup?” Lamb asked her sounding thoroughly annoyed.
“Au contraire, Sheriff, I brought out the big guns, Daddy-O headed up my security detail, thus explaining why he’s in just as deep as me.”
“You know, the Sheriff’s department has some pretty big guns.” By his tone she didn’t think he’d realized his insinuation.
“Ah, but Lamb, I didn’t realize quite how big your gun was until recently. All these years I thought you were all talk…” she winked at him for extra effect.
He laughed. “Quit trying to seduce me, Mrs. Robinson, and get on with the case.”
“Moi? Try to seduce you? Never. Also, let’s count birthdays here, cradle robber. I think you’re the Mrs. Robinson here.”
“Oh please, you’re twenty one, Mars.” he leaned in close and whispered in here ear even though there wasn’t anyone else in the room, “Now, if I’d acted on it the first time you ever made me hard, walking into the station with one of those tiny little skirts, then I would have been a cradle robber… I’d also be in jail, because you couldn’t have been more than fifteen.”
She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “And here I thought the sexual tension was all in my head. That my king sized crush on my father’s favorite deputy was a one way street… If only I had known, how different my formative years may have been.”
He picked her up quickly and sat her on the desk, stepping his way in between her legs and making her denim skirt ride up. Maybe changing into a skirt wasn’t such a good idea after all she thought for a fleeting moment before Lamb gently ran a finger on the underwear between her legs scratch that, this was a great idea.
He looked at her, his eyes filled with lust and said “We can make up for it now, no more time wasted…” as he starting stroking her clit a little harder above her underwear. She would have answered if she could think about anything except his hand. And now his lips and tongue, conquering hers, his warm weight pushing her down onto the desk, onto case files and pens, and potentially even a stapler. Oh God, Lamb was starting to get her off on her father’s desk. This wasn’t happening. As she heard herself moan she thought Okay, so it is happening. Sue me.
“Look at me, Veronica.” She opened her eyes as Lamb thrust a finger inside her. Veronica had never been an exhibitionist, hell, besides for an occasional couch or a trip to the shower like this morning, she’d never had sex not in a bed. She’d never even fooled around in a car and now here she was at work getting so close to getting off that it almost wasn’t fair. What was he doing to her? As he ran a thumb over her clit she decided she didn’t care. She kept her eyes trained on him as she drew close to the edge. He thrust his hand in quicker with one hand, grabbing her breast roughly through her shirt with the other. She could feel her toes start to curl and darkness was starting to ebb into her vision when…
“Lamb?” they heard someone call from the waiting room. Lamb hastily pulled his hand out of her and stood her up. She pulled her skirt down just as Sacks walked into the room. “Hey…” he looked at them confusedly… well, Veronica was standing directly in front of Lamb, hiding the erection that was sure to be visible through his tight blue jeans and Veronica probably looked as raring to go as a $3 hooker. She should know, she’d seen some $3 hookers… “Do you guys need some help looking around?”
Veronica just stood there slack jawed, her body still too confused by the abrupt change in atmosphere to say anything coherent. She heard Lamb answer “No, I think we’re set. Veronica is pretty sure it was the Fitzpatrick’s. How about you take someone to snoop around that garage they own, see if you can come up with any ingredients for a bomb. Just, don’t get caught… we don’t have enough for a warrant yet…” Veronica felt herself numbly nod along to whatever Lamb had just said as Sacks turned to leave. She didn’t think she’d ever been so simultaneously angry and turned on in her entire life. She was waiting to hear the door close to say anything, but as soon as the door clicked she was back on the desk and back on her back. Apparently Lamb wanted to finish what they had started. And now.
“But he could come back…” she heard herself say.
“Then you’d better finish quickly” he growled back as he pushed her underwear aside and attacked her clit with his tongue. It took only seconds before Veronica was back at the edge. Her body eager to get the release it so desperately craved. One or two more, oh god, Lamb had curled his fingers forward as he bit down on her clit, hitting all her spots at once. She came hard, her heels digging into Lamb’s back pulling him closer, her hands gripping the side of the desk with white knuckles. Lamb continued to lap at her gently, bringing her down from her high. Her limbs felt heavy and she felt Lamb get up. He stepped between her legs, leaned down, and kissed her. She could taste herself on him and found it incredibly erotic. She could feel his hard length against her underwear that had been put back in place. All she could think as she ground her hips into his was that she wanted him again. Just as she was about to reach for him he pulled away and helped her into a sitting position.
“Not now, Veronica, If we fuck here I’m not so sure I’ll be able to go again in my office. And that is one fantasy I am not giving up.”
She looked at him confused as she teasingly ran a hand over the bulging spot in his jeans, “What, are you planning on never touching me again after this weekend?” She pouted at him.
He shook his head at her, “I plan on touching you every minute you let me.” He rolled his hips into her hand as if to prove his point, “I’m still waiting for you to come to your senses and taze me.”
She laughed outright before kissing him. “Don’t hold your breath, Sheriff. I haven’t had this much fun in years… and a girl can’t just throw away entertainment like that.”
Lamb smiled and popped some gum into his mouth as he helped her off the desk. He laughed as he looked down… “Well seeing as how this is Keith’s desk we might want to clean up… or else he’s going to figure out what happened here and I’m going to be missing your favorite part of my anatomy.”
“Your eyes?” she asked innocently.
“Sure, Veronica, my eyes,” he laughed