Fic: The Bachelor and the Sheriff's Daughter ~ PG-13 (2/11)
Title: The Bachelor and the Sheriff’s Daughter (2/11)
Rating: PG-13 (for language and innuendo)
Summary: Keith requests that Lamb spend time with 16-year-old Veronica to curb her crush on the deputy. Only Keith hadn’t imagined his plan backfiring.
Spoilers: None for this chapter
Pairing/Characters: Eventual V/Lamb, Keith, Lilly, Sacks, mentions Lianne, Aaron, canon Lilly/Logan and canon Dick/Madison
Word Count: 1842 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Yes, this was inspired by “The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer” but it holds no spoilers for the film and you don’t need to see it in order to understand this.
Chapter 1
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Chapter 2:
“So we agreed on the arcade at the boardwalk, right?” Don asked as they climbed into his car on that sunny Saturday afternoon.
“Or we could take in an R-rated movie,” she grinned. If she was allowed to have a friend ten years her senior she wanted to make the best of it.
“No,” he told her. He knew his limits and he knew she would barrel through them if he let her.
“Will you buy me beer?”
“No,” he answered as he started the car. The arcade, yes. That’s where they were going. He could do this. He could survive a day alone with Veronica Mars.
“Will you let me drive your cruiser and play with the lights and siren?”
“There’s a reason we’re in my off-duty, personal vehicle. Forget it.”
“I can’t help it. I’m not used to having a friend who’s over twenty-one. You can’t fault me for wanting to enjoy it.”
“How about we stick to things that your dad won’t shoot or fire me for, alright? Deal?”
Veronica shrugged. “Deal. But just so you know, I plan to smoke you at every game.”
He smirked as he glanced from the road to her for just a second. “You think you can?”
“Oh yeah. Table air hockey, ski ball? You are mine, Deputy.”
“I don’t know, you might recognize some initials on the high score board for Pac-Man. Just sayin’.”
Okay, she knew that shouldn’t have impressed her but it did. Now the air was thick with competition and he was game.
It was so on.
“Alright, Veronica, ready to put your money where your mouth is?” he grinned once he had gotten them ten bucks worth of tokens.
“I think you mean your money where my mouth is. But yes. Name the game,” she told him, that same challenge in her eyes that she was finding in his.
“They’ve got mini-golf.”
She scrunched her nose and shook her head. Walking a little more with him something caught her eye. “Oooh, this looks fun,” she grinned when she looked to a futuristic cop game.
He scoffed. “No. Way. I win, I get accused of cheating because I’m a deputy. You win, I’ll never hear the end of it. Tell you what, how about we head over to ski ball?”
When Veronica giggled he knew he was already sunk. Not only was that by far one of the cutest things he had ever heard - despite knowing she was giggling at him - but it was obvious she had no intentions to take it easy on him.
Sure enough not ten minutes later she had a pile of tickets pouring down to her feet as she continued to sink those balls into the left 100 ring every time.
“Guess that’s what I get for not being able to come here every weekend,” Don sighed finally, figuring she beat him so embarrassingly because at her age there was little more for her to do then spend her weekends at the arcade.
Veronica only laughed. “I haven’t been to an arcade in months.”
“So about that last game you saw when we walked in?” he sighed. As ‘the guy’ and a more than slightly sexist one at that in cases such as these, he would have been happy to let her win more then a few times. But damn it, he had his wounded male pride and bruised ego to remedy given just how much she had won by. The folded line of tickets in that paper cup of hers told the tale.
“Bring it on, Deputy Don.”
After the first few shots he had nailed on the game he was feeling better and then he caught her glancing over to him, a smile on those pink lips every time. Just like that his concentration was as shot as the assassins on their game screen.
Keith had ordered this so Veronica would get over the crush she had on him. But what about him? Sixteen equaled hands off, he was mostly okay with that, but this was just reminding him exactly why he had every intention of spending her eighteenth birthday with her. All day, preferably in one of their beds… Or his sofa, or car… He really wasn’t picky in his fantasies so long as it was Veronica’s legal-aged, naked body against his.
“Rematch?” she smiled when their game ended, somehow the scores revealing Lamb had won.
“I’m taking that for Veronica-speak for we’re playing until you win.” He guessed the game had been better in helping him take out his aggressions than he had thought. Or just maybe he’d had the ability to distract her for a change. The idea was almost enough to make him smile.
“Well fine then, air hockey?” she asked when she saw a table was free.
It was a standard and he remembered being good at it, with that he nodded his approval.
“I so rule,” Veronica sighed with a little dance when the score was six to five. She was leading of course and her favorite deputy seemed to be getting used to it.
When she had officially won, Don was about ready to up the stakes a little. He knew there was at least one game he could beat her at and definitely show off with. Okay, two, but the basketball games wouldn’t have been fair given he was a foot taller than her.
“Pac-Man? Really, Lamb? This soon?” she almost laughed. She might have gone easier on him and let him win but she couldn’t let him stay too sure of himself. She had to keep him guessing, boring was not something she would let him be able to describe her as.
Sure enough she didn’t stand a chance against the apparent master and right then she had a clear idea how the young Don Lamb had spent his 80’s. And she would have been lying if she claimed she was anything but impressed to see that his initials really were on the high score board.
“So,” Don grinned widely, showing nearly all of his oh so white teeth, “what now?”
“Food. Food is good. And what’s healthier then what you find on a boardwalk?”
He laughed as they headed for the exit. “Yeah, popcorn, funnel cakes, chilidogs; all very, very healthy.”
“Mmm chilidogs. Now that sounds good. With a great, big chocolate shake.”
“You’re not going to declare we find a roller coaster after you eat all that, are you?”
“Neptune, not Santa Cruz, you’re good,” she told him as she tried not to laugh.
“Okay then. Whatever you want. So long as it doesn’t reappear on me or in my car.”
Veronica agreed with that grin she couldn’t seem to get rid of and then waited for him to get back with his own food after he had gotten hers and had her grab them a table.
He had been seated for all of three seconds before she swiped one of his onion rings. Revenge was most definitely in order for that, he knew, so without a word he snatched one of her still scorching hot cheese fries.
“Hey!” she protested.
“What? I thought we were sharing,” he stated as innocently as he could manage.
“I’m a growing girl.”
“You could’ve gotten onion rings of your own.”
“Well, since you said we’re sharing…”
Arguing, debating, keeping his food from her, it was all futile. He knew it. He was powerless against this girl and all she had to do was smile at him.
Within the next three hours they had officially taken in nearly every game the arcade had to offer and Veronica had been declared the overall winner of the day. She had even rewarded herself with an oversized teddy bear with her tickets and Lamb and she had included a stop by the arcade’s photo booth. A set of pictures for each of them.
“I didn’t wear you out too badly, did I, Deputy?” she grinned when he pulled into her driveway.
“I was ready to go on over to mini-golf when we left the arcade. You’re the one who insisted we wait until tomorrow.”
“Ah,” she scoffed with her best mock indignation. “Well we’ve got to save something for tomorrow.”
“Hiking, swimming, throwing the Frisbee around the park - I’m open to suggestions. There’s plenty more we could do. Unless your dad decides we’ve already spent too much time together.” Admittedly he hated the thought, but he knew Keith and he knew Veronica still had that same look in her eyes that she’d had all day.
“Not even six hours, I’m not worried. But at least I got a fuzzy new toy,” she smiled as she hugged her bear.
It took all Lamb had not to laugh at that. If she were legal she would have two after today. “How about you go on in before he accuses me of keeping you out past your bedtime?”
“My bedtime isn’t until I decide, for your information. But fine. I’ll go. Once I get a hug.”
Without a word he maneuvered out of the shoulder strap of his seatbelt so he could turn towards her as much as possible and smiled as she leaned into him. He could sense he was about to be a dead man, especially if Keith was watching from the window, but decided he would make the most of it while he could. And if that meant keeping Veronica happy by giving her a twenty second hug then so be it.
“So, same time tomorrow?” he asked when she released her hold.
“Definitely. And who knows, tomorrow I just might be nice and let you win,” she replied as she moved to climb out of his car.
“Tell Keith I said hi,” he smiled as he fixed his seatbelt.
“Will do!”
Lamb waited until she was inside before pulling away. To say he feared seeing Keith after this would be an understatement but at least they had both kept their respective distances and had witnesses who would attest to that.
“I’m back!” Veronica called out when she walked through the living room, having to look around her prize to make sure she didn’t fall.
“How was it?” Keith asked from the kitchen.
“I’m am still the reigning ski ball champion,” she grinned as she set the oversized bear on the sofa. “But I might have some real air hockey competition, might have to fix that. Oh, and your deputy is a Pac-Man shark.”
Keith laughed. “Does this mean you’ll be spending tomorrow with Deputy Lamb as well?”
“He said we’re still on for mini-golf, so yeah.”
“And was that what he won for you?” he asked, indicating to the toy.
“I won it for myself,” she answered proudly as she scooped it back up into her arms.
Keith let out a breath he did didn’t realize he had been holding, thankful. “Are ya hungry?”
She thought about it. It had been a few hours since the junk food she had filled up on. “Yeah.”
Rating: PG-13 (for language and innuendo)
Summary: Keith requests that Lamb spend time with 16-year-old Veronica to curb her crush on the deputy. Only Keith hadn’t imagined his plan backfiring.
Spoilers: None for this chapter
Pairing/Characters: Eventual V/Lamb, Keith, Lilly, Sacks, mentions Lianne, Aaron, canon Lilly/Logan and canon Dick/Madison
Word Count: 1842 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Yes, this was inspired by “The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer” but it holds no spoilers for the film and you don’t need to see it in order to understand this.
Chapter 1
~~
Chapter 2:
“So we agreed on the arcade at the boardwalk, right?” Don asked as they climbed into his car on that sunny Saturday afternoon.
“Or we could take in an R-rated movie,” she grinned. If she was allowed to have a friend ten years her senior she wanted to make the best of it.
“No,” he told her. He knew his limits and he knew she would barrel through them if he let her.
“Will you buy me beer?”
“No,” he answered as he started the car. The arcade, yes. That’s where they were going. He could do this. He could survive a day alone with Veronica Mars.
“Will you let me drive your cruiser and play with the lights and siren?”
“There’s a reason we’re in my off-duty, personal vehicle. Forget it.”
“I can’t help it. I’m not used to having a friend who’s over twenty-one. You can’t fault me for wanting to enjoy it.”
“How about we stick to things that your dad won’t shoot or fire me for, alright? Deal?”
Veronica shrugged. “Deal. But just so you know, I plan to smoke you at every game.”
He smirked as he glanced from the road to her for just a second. “You think you can?”
“Oh yeah. Table air hockey, ski ball? You are mine, Deputy.”
“I don’t know, you might recognize some initials on the high score board for Pac-Man. Just sayin’.”
Okay, she knew that shouldn’t have impressed her but it did. Now the air was thick with competition and he was game.
It was so on.
“Alright, Veronica, ready to put your money where your mouth is?” he grinned once he had gotten them ten bucks worth of tokens.
“I think you mean your money where my mouth is. But yes. Name the game,” she told him, that same challenge in her eyes that she was finding in his.
“They’ve got mini-golf.”
She scrunched her nose and shook her head. Walking a little more with him something caught her eye. “Oooh, this looks fun,” she grinned when she looked to a futuristic cop game.
He scoffed. “No. Way. I win, I get accused of cheating because I’m a deputy. You win, I’ll never hear the end of it. Tell you what, how about we head over to ski ball?”
When Veronica giggled he knew he was already sunk. Not only was that by far one of the cutest things he had ever heard - despite knowing she was giggling at him - but it was obvious she had no intentions to take it easy on him.
Sure enough not ten minutes later she had a pile of tickets pouring down to her feet as she continued to sink those balls into the left 100 ring every time.
“Guess that’s what I get for not being able to come here every weekend,” Don sighed finally, figuring she beat him so embarrassingly because at her age there was little more for her to do then spend her weekends at the arcade.
Veronica only laughed. “I haven’t been to an arcade in months.”
“So about that last game you saw when we walked in?” he sighed. As ‘the guy’ and a more than slightly sexist one at that in cases such as these, he would have been happy to let her win more then a few times. But damn it, he had his wounded male pride and bruised ego to remedy given just how much she had won by. The folded line of tickets in that paper cup of hers told the tale.
“Bring it on, Deputy Don.”
After the first few shots he had nailed on the game he was feeling better and then he caught her glancing over to him, a smile on those pink lips every time. Just like that his concentration was as shot as the assassins on their game screen.
Keith had ordered this so Veronica would get over the crush she had on him. But what about him? Sixteen equaled hands off, he was mostly okay with that, but this was just reminding him exactly why he had every intention of spending her eighteenth birthday with her. All day, preferably in one of their beds… Or his sofa, or car… He really wasn’t picky in his fantasies so long as it was Veronica’s legal-aged, naked body against his.
“Rematch?” she smiled when their game ended, somehow the scores revealing Lamb had won.
“I’m taking that for Veronica-speak for we’re playing until you win.” He guessed the game had been better in helping him take out his aggressions than he had thought. Or just maybe he’d had the ability to distract her for a change. The idea was almost enough to make him smile.
“Well fine then, air hockey?” she asked when she saw a table was free.
It was a standard and he remembered being good at it, with that he nodded his approval.
“I so rule,” Veronica sighed with a little dance when the score was six to five. She was leading of course and her favorite deputy seemed to be getting used to it.
When she had officially won, Don was about ready to up the stakes a little. He knew there was at least one game he could beat her at and definitely show off with. Okay, two, but the basketball games wouldn’t have been fair given he was a foot taller than her.
“Pac-Man? Really, Lamb? This soon?” she almost laughed. She might have gone easier on him and let him win but she couldn’t let him stay too sure of himself. She had to keep him guessing, boring was not something she would let him be able to describe her as.
Sure enough she didn’t stand a chance against the apparent master and right then she had a clear idea how the young Don Lamb had spent his 80’s. And she would have been lying if she claimed she was anything but impressed to see that his initials really were on the high score board.
“So,” Don grinned widely, showing nearly all of his oh so white teeth, “what now?”
“Food. Food is good. And what’s healthier then what you find on a boardwalk?”
He laughed as they headed for the exit. “Yeah, popcorn, funnel cakes, chilidogs; all very, very healthy.”
“Mmm chilidogs. Now that sounds good. With a great, big chocolate shake.”
“You’re not going to declare we find a roller coaster after you eat all that, are you?”
“Neptune, not Santa Cruz, you’re good,” she told him as she tried not to laugh.
“Okay then. Whatever you want. So long as it doesn’t reappear on me or in my car.”
Veronica agreed with that grin she couldn’t seem to get rid of and then waited for him to get back with his own food after he had gotten hers and had her grab them a table.
He had been seated for all of three seconds before she swiped one of his onion rings. Revenge was most definitely in order for that, he knew, so without a word he snatched one of her still scorching hot cheese fries.
“Hey!” she protested.
“What? I thought we were sharing,” he stated as innocently as he could manage.
“I’m a growing girl.”
“You could’ve gotten onion rings of your own.”
“Well, since you said we’re sharing…”
Arguing, debating, keeping his food from her, it was all futile. He knew it. He was powerless against this girl and all she had to do was smile at him.
Within the next three hours they had officially taken in nearly every game the arcade had to offer and Veronica had been declared the overall winner of the day. She had even rewarded herself with an oversized teddy bear with her tickets and Lamb and she had included a stop by the arcade’s photo booth. A set of pictures for each of them.
“I didn’t wear you out too badly, did I, Deputy?” she grinned when he pulled into her driveway.
“I was ready to go on over to mini-golf when we left the arcade. You’re the one who insisted we wait until tomorrow.”
“Ah,” she scoffed with her best mock indignation. “Well we’ve got to save something for tomorrow.”
“Hiking, swimming, throwing the Frisbee around the park - I’m open to suggestions. There’s plenty more we could do. Unless your dad decides we’ve already spent too much time together.” Admittedly he hated the thought, but he knew Keith and he knew Veronica still had that same look in her eyes that she’d had all day.
“Not even six hours, I’m not worried. But at least I got a fuzzy new toy,” she smiled as she hugged her bear.
It took all Lamb had not to laugh at that. If she were legal she would have two after today. “How about you go on in before he accuses me of keeping you out past your bedtime?”
“My bedtime isn’t until I decide, for your information. But fine. I’ll go. Once I get a hug.”
Without a word he maneuvered out of the shoulder strap of his seatbelt so he could turn towards her as much as possible and smiled as she leaned into him. He could sense he was about to be a dead man, especially if Keith was watching from the window, but decided he would make the most of it while he could. And if that meant keeping Veronica happy by giving her a twenty second hug then so be it.
“So, same time tomorrow?” he asked when she released her hold.
“Definitely. And who knows, tomorrow I just might be nice and let you win,” she replied as she moved to climb out of his car.
“Tell Keith I said hi,” he smiled as he fixed his seatbelt.
“Will do!”
Lamb waited until she was inside before pulling away. To say he feared seeing Keith after this would be an understatement but at least they had both kept their respective distances and had witnesses who would attest to that.
“I’m back!” Veronica called out when she walked through the living room, having to look around her prize to make sure she didn’t fall.
“How was it?” Keith asked from the kitchen.
“I’m am still the reigning ski ball champion,” she grinned as she set the oversized bear on the sofa. “But I might have some real air hockey competition, might have to fix that. Oh, and your deputy is a Pac-Man shark.”
Keith laughed. “Does this mean you’ll be spending tomorrow with Deputy Lamb as well?”
“He said we’re still on for mini-golf, so yeah.”
“And was that what he won for you?” he asked, indicating to the toy.
“I won it for myself,” she answered proudly as she scooped it back up into her arms.
Keith let out a breath he did didn’t realize he had been holding, thankful. “Are ya hungry?”
She thought about it. It had been a few hours since the junk food she had filled up on. “Yeah.”