Fic: The Bachelor and the Sheriff's Daughter ~ PG-13 (6/11)
Title: The Bachelor and the Sheriff’s Daughter (6/11)
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: 1151 (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 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
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Chapter 6:
When the others had gone on their dinner run, leaving Lamb behind to answer the phones, he found himself once again thinking back to his day of bowling with Veronica.
It had gone well, nothing too out of the ordinary or objectionable or left him fearing for his life. Just the two of them enjoying their buddy time, hanging out, having fun, friendly wagers here and there that were paid in soda or nachos.
And then when he had won the game Veronica had asked him to give her some pointers. Don knew he should have known that would spell trouble, but once she had given him that pleading pout he was powerless against and was promised more nachos he had gotten up and decided to help her out even if he wasn’t sure he wanted to help her beat him at yet another game.
What he hadn’t counted on was that action had led to him being no more than an inch behind her, Veronica moving back to him and his hand moving down along her bare arm to help improve her form. At first he had thought nothing of it, not until she turned her head just enough to look at him at just right angle and caught his stare.
Once again the only thing that kept him in check was her age and the certainty that it would be his balls if Keith ever even got an idea of that image. When the blacklights came on for the Bowl-O-Rama’s Night Bowling he felt he had been granted his first real reprieve. After that Veronica was back to being focused on the game and winning, and he really couldn’t claim to mind.
Three days had passed since then and he still couldn’t get it out of his head. He still couldn’t go to Keith about it, or really anyone else for fear they would go to Keith, which meant he was still stuck. Still stuck reliving how her tiny body had felt against him and that all too familiar, far too good vanilla-almond scent of her for even those few minutes and he was stuck with the ideas of Keith’s furious reaction.
When he had dropped Veronica off that night he had been relieved to hear her mention the boating trip for the next weekend again. At least with boating he would be at the wheel and then there would hopefully be fishing. Neither of which were likely to result in what happened those nights ago. The girl could fish, no way was she conning him into that move again.
Lamb was shaken from his reverie when he heard the desk bell ding. It was the first time in recent memory he hadn’t wanted to chuck that thing against the nearest wall.
And then he saw who was trying to get his attention. Standing up at the reception desk and smiling while holding a pizza box.
“Hungry?” Veronica asked with a smile.
He only waved her back to his desk as he wondered just when he had changed his stance on being too pretty and too young to die.
“To what do I owe the visit?” he asked as she dragged a chair over and sat down beside him.
“Figured you’d want something better then chocolate for dinner,” she answered as she grabbed the first slice.
He almost smirked. “How did you know it was my night to stay behind to answer the phones?”
“It’s usually your night to answer the phones,” she shrugged. “Sure you’re not entirely a rookie anymore but I think you’re still the most recent hire.”
“So I can expect special dinners every night now?” he asked as he took a slice for himself.
“Dad would probably get jealous if I did that.”
“Well I bet you’re already making Sacks and the others jealous. Second time bringing me dinner? People might start talking,” he smirked, unable to help the joy he was finding in this even still.
“Tell them to tell Dad to have them baby-sit me on the weekends and then we’ll talk.”
“I’m not your baby-sitter.”
“I know, but it probably sounds better then us being friends and all.”
It was true. Keith had said it himself, that even he would have arrested him for this had it not been his idea.
“So, about our boating trip, I’ve already got us a fifteen-footer reserved and I’m bringing what we’ll need for fishing since I’m not letting them take even more of my money.”
“Didn’t you mention something about grilling some of that fish for me?” she asked before taking another bite of her pizza.
“Depends on how nice you are to me,” he smirked.
“I am very nice to you. Witness Exhibit A,” she said as she pointed to the pizza.
“Okay, yes, you are,” he sighed as he looked back to that pizza box. “How do you plan to tell your daddy that you came all the way out here just to have dinner with me tonight?”
With her best mask of pure innocence, she answered, “Oh, well, I brought the pizza for him, but traffic was a bitch so by the time I got here he’d already left with the others. And then I saw you by your lonesome and I couldn’t in good conscience just leave you to starve while that pizza sat alone on his desk where it was sure to get cold and soggy.”
Once again those pesky if she was eighteen thoughts came back to the deputy. He could already see it in his mind, pulling her chair closer to his, devouring that pink mouth of hers, happily savoring the taste of the cheese and pepperoni on her tongue.
“So there you go, the reason Dad can’t be jealous,” she went on, still oblivious to Don’s inner chaos.
“Jealous of what, Sweetheart?” they both heard a very familiar voice ask.
“Of someone else getting the dinner I got here too late to give you,” Veronica answered quickly.
Keith glanced to Lamb and gave him a small, knowing smile even as the younger man seemed to be looking anywhere but at him or Veronica. “No pastrami sandwiches tonight?”
That time Veronica blushed. “Thought you might want something different this time.”
Keith nodded. “Well as much as I hate to interrupt your dinner -”
Veronica nodded as she stood and gave Sacks back his chair. “I know, I know, duty calls. Enjoy the pizza. I’ll see you at home,” she told her father before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Then she turned back to her favorite deputy. “And I guess I’ll see you Saturday.”
“Thanks for tryin’ to keep me company tonight,” Lamb nodded.
Veronica only smiled and held his gaze for as long as she could as she headed out, completely unaware of the curious stares from the other deputies and her father’s own amusement.
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: 1151 (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 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
~~
Chapter 6:
When the others had gone on their dinner run, leaving Lamb behind to answer the phones, he found himself once again thinking back to his day of bowling with Veronica.
It had gone well, nothing too out of the ordinary or objectionable or left him fearing for his life. Just the two of them enjoying their buddy time, hanging out, having fun, friendly wagers here and there that were paid in soda or nachos.
And then when he had won the game Veronica had asked him to give her some pointers. Don knew he should have known that would spell trouble, but once she had given him that pleading pout he was powerless against and was promised more nachos he had gotten up and decided to help her out even if he wasn’t sure he wanted to help her beat him at yet another game.
What he hadn’t counted on was that action had led to him being no more than an inch behind her, Veronica moving back to him and his hand moving down along her bare arm to help improve her form. At first he had thought nothing of it, not until she turned her head just enough to look at him at just right angle and caught his stare.
Once again the only thing that kept him in check was her age and the certainty that it would be his balls if Keith ever even got an idea of that image. When the blacklights came on for the Bowl-O-Rama’s Night Bowling he felt he had been granted his first real reprieve. After that Veronica was back to being focused on the game and winning, and he really couldn’t claim to mind.
Three days had passed since then and he still couldn’t get it out of his head. He still couldn’t go to Keith about it, or really anyone else for fear they would go to Keith, which meant he was still stuck. Still stuck reliving how her tiny body had felt against him and that all too familiar, far too good vanilla-almond scent of her for even those few minutes and he was stuck with the ideas of Keith’s furious reaction.
When he had dropped Veronica off that night he had been relieved to hear her mention the boating trip for the next weekend again. At least with boating he would be at the wheel and then there would hopefully be fishing. Neither of which were likely to result in what happened those nights ago. The girl could fish, no way was she conning him into that move again.
Lamb was shaken from his reverie when he heard the desk bell ding. It was the first time in recent memory he hadn’t wanted to chuck that thing against the nearest wall.
And then he saw who was trying to get his attention. Standing up at the reception desk and smiling while holding a pizza box.
“Hungry?” Veronica asked with a smile.
He only waved her back to his desk as he wondered just when he had changed his stance on being too pretty and too young to die.
“To what do I owe the visit?” he asked as she dragged a chair over and sat down beside him.
“Figured you’d want something better then chocolate for dinner,” she answered as she grabbed the first slice.
He almost smirked. “How did you know it was my night to stay behind to answer the phones?”
“It’s usually your night to answer the phones,” she shrugged. “Sure you’re not entirely a rookie anymore but I think you’re still the most recent hire.”
“So I can expect special dinners every night now?” he asked as he took a slice for himself.
“Dad would probably get jealous if I did that.”
“Well I bet you’re already making Sacks and the others jealous. Second time bringing me dinner? People might start talking,” he smirked, unable to help the joy he was finding in this even still.
“Tell them to tell Dad to have them baby-sit me on the weekends and then we’ll talk.”
“I’m not your baby-sitter.”
“I know, but it probably sounds better then us being friends and all.”
It was true. Keith had said it himself, that even he would have arrested him for this had it not been his idea.
“So, about our boating trip, I’ve already got us a fifteen-footer reserved and I’m bringing what we’ll need for fishing since I’m not letting them take even more of my money.”
“Didn’t you mention something about grilling some of that fish for me?” she asked before taking another bite of her pizza.
“Depends on how nice you are to me,” he smirked.
“I am very nice to you. Witness Exhibit A,” she said as she pointed to the pizza.
“Okay, yes, you are,” he sighed as he looked back to that pizza box. “How do you plan to tell your daddy that you came all the way out here just to have dinner with me tonight?”
With her best mask of pure innocence, she answered, “Oh, well, I brought the pizza for him, but traffic was a bitch so by the time I got here he’d already left with the others. And then I saw you by your lonesome and I couldn’t in good conscience just leave you to starve while that pizza sat alone on his desk where it was sure to get cold and soggy.”
Once again those pesky if she was eighteen thoughts came back to the deputy. He could already see it in his mind, pulling her chair closer to his, devouring that pink mouth of hers, happily savoring the taste of the cheese and pepperoni on her tongue.
“So there you go, the reason Dad can’t be jealous,” she went on, still oblivious to Don’s inner chaos.
“Jealous of what, Sweetheart?” they both heard a very familiar voice ask.
“Of someone else getting the dinner I got here too late to give you,” Veronica answered quickly.
Keith glanced to Lamb and gave him a small, knowing smile even as the younger man seemed to be looking anywhere but at him or Veronica. “No pastrami sandwiches tonight?”
That time Veronica blushed. “Thought you might want something different this time.”
Keith nodded. “Well as much as I hate to interrupt your dinner -”
Veronica nodded as she stood and gave Sacks back his chair. “I know, I know, duty calls. Enjoy the pizza. I’ll see you at home,” she told her father before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Then she turned back to her favorite deputy. “And I guess I’ll see you Saturday.”
“Thanks for tryin’ to keep me company tonight,” Lamb nodded.
Veronica only smiled and held his gaze for as long as she could as she headed out, completely unaware of the curious stares from the other deputies and her father’s own amusement.