Fic: The Bachelor and the Sheriff’s Daughter (9/11) PG~13
Title: The Bachelor and the Sheriff’s Daughter (9/11)
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: 1896 (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 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
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Chapter 9:
Veronica still wasn’t feeling any less embarrassed come Saturday afternoon. She was surprised to hear from her father that Lamb hadn’t tried to get out of seeing her, but she had almost tried to claim she was sick to avoid seeing him again so soon.
Really, it wasn’t a complete lie. Her nerves had her stomach in knots and she was sure she might really be sick any minute. All she could remember was that one minute she had been sane and had literally just wanted to see him and bring him a decent dinner. And the next she was kissing him.
In that moment, that one moment that had continued to play over and over in her mind, she had known not her age or his, nothing of what was considered wrong or right, only that his lips were warm, soft and tasted like his cinnamon gum. He hadn’t touched her which also made her wonder if he had just been that surprised or if he had wanted to show he wouldn’t take advantage.
Now she had to get her game face on. Lamb was on his way and last she had heard they had planned a movie for today. A dark theater alone with him? At least in theory he won’t see how uncomfortable I am? And yay for armrests. Armrests are good.
When Don realized that Veronica apparently planned to spend the whole car ride in silence, he decided to break it. Comfortable silences with her he could handle, but this was anything but. Stopped at a red light he finally took the chance.
“Veronica -”
“We don’t still have to do this, you know. If you want to take me back home, it’s okay.”
“I don’t want you to think you can’t still talk to me. What happened the other night doesn‘t have to change anything. Really, I hope it hasn‘t.”
Veronica glanced to him, her eyes still refusing to meet his. “Could we just pretend like it didn’t happen?”
“If that’s what you want,” he nodded. Thankfully he didn’t know the protocol that was called for after an infatuated sixteen-year-old girl kissed you, but at the same time he could tell how anxious she was.
“I really thought you’d tell my dad,” she told him with a nervous sigh.
He shook his head as the light turned green and he began to drive again. “He doesn’t need to know, it was between us and I don’t think either of us meant for it to happen. And honestly, if you want to kiss me again when you’re eighteen, hey, I won’t stop you. And your dad doesn’t need to know I said that either.”
That got a laugh out of her, more relieved than anything. “Careful, I might hold you to that, Deputy.”
“Okay then, I’m glad we got that settled,” he smiled over to her.
Now that she was paying attention, she noticed something about the direction he was headed. “This isn’t the way to the theater.”
“I told you we’d be spending today watching movies, I didn’t technically say they’d be at a movie theater.”
“Then -”
“Somewhere you haven’t been since Wednesday night,” he cut in before she could ask.
“Are you really sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why not? I trust you. Besides, I told you I had big grilling plans for some of that fish we caught. What better way to put it to use then making us some dinner after a movie marathon?”
She smiled. So much for getting to hide in the darkness of a theater, separated from him by an armrest, but at least now she didn’t feel like she needed either the darkness or a barrier.
When she had gotten so engrossed in the second movie she wasn’t sure, but she noticed when Lamb got up and headed towards his kitchen.
“Is it time for dinner?”
“I was thinking about it. So, last chance, how do you want it? Grilled, broiled or otherwise?”
“I do like the sound of grilled salmon.”
“You got it,” he smiled.
Keeping up the façade since they had gotten to his apartment hadn’t been easy. She had really relaxed after their conversation in the car, which was good. But he hadn’t. With her sitting so close to him on his sofa he had been able to do nothing but inhale the sweet scent of her which was proving to be more addictive than it should have been. Her closeness had proved to be even worse, he hadn’t even thought about it when he draped his arm over the back of the sofa behind her. The fact he had been watching her more than the frat boy comedy she had picked out had even further proved what he had feared admitting.
He couldn’t keep doing this. Spending time with her, probably leading her on, wanting to spend even more time with her when he was supposed to be convincing her to spend more time with her school friends and distancing himself from her. His only hope was that he could at least make it through dinner. One last meal, one last night with her.
“Need any help?” she asked what had to be almost an hour later, Lamb nearly jumping back a full step when he realized she was right beside him.
“No, it’s almost ready,” he stated as he reached for the lemon juice.
“Are you okay, Lamb?” she asked as she followed him back into the living room.
“Yeah,” he lied with a short sigh as he took his seat. As much as he wanted to blame Keith for this he knew he couldn’t. It wasn’t his mentor’s fault, well not completely, that he had ended up falling for the man’s daughter. It had just been thanks to him that this sickness had become too much for him to ignore. He looked to his watch. Two more hours.
“Do you want to go ahead and take me home?” Veronica asked even as she followed his lead and sat beside him. She couldn’t remember the last time he had been this quiet around her and it was bothering more than she hoped to have him know.
“Veronica, I -”
“I knew this was a bad idea,” she said as she sat her plate on the coffee table and stood from the sofa, unable to have been surprised earlier at him not having a kitchen or dining room table. It was a bachelor pad after all, the real money going into his plasma screen, DVD collection, leather sofa and likely his bedroom.
“It’s not what you think, Veronica,” he tried as he followed her lead.
“You don’t have to let me down easy, I get it. I messed up, I messed all of this up. I just -”
By then Lamb couldn’t even think and he knew just how well he was about to prove it when he reached out and took her face in his hands. In just another moment he was dipping his head and capturing her lips in a kiss that proved he had wanted her just as much as she had wanted him if not more so.
Veronica melted into the kiss more easily than she had hoped, but he was kissing her, kissing her like he had thought of nothing but that since she had kissed him. There was nothing chaste about it. All teeth and tongue, strong, hot, demanding and soon left them both gasping for air.
“I think I’m getting mixed signals here,” Veronica sighed out after another moment, still waiting for her lungs to recover.
Don almost chuckled. Yeah, he could say the same. His head was screaming for him to get her out of there, his heart hurt at the mere idea of what he knew he had to do and he refused to listen to what was being demanded from below his belt.
“Was that, ‘no, Veronica, stay’ or was that a ‘we’re even‘ kiss?”
He sighed as he ran a hand through his short hair. “I told you that if you want to kiss me again when you’re eighteen you’re more than welcome. But this, especially now, I thought I could do this. But I can’t. I don’t know how I lasted this long. Your father would kill me if he knew what I was thinkin’ and as much as I want to, I can’t do this anymore.”
“Kiss me?” Her heart was racing. She couldn’t lose her deputy like this. Especially not when she was so close to actually getting him.
He shook his head. “That either. But these weekends, this time we’ve been spending together. Until you’re eighteen, this has to be the last time.”
“Told you we should’ve gone to the theater,” she tried to joke, trying to take the sting out of this.
He gave a half-hearted laugh. “Veronica, I probably would’ve kissed you tonight no matter where we were. I think I’m just damn lucky that it was here where no one else would see it.”
That got a small smile out of her, knowing that he would have kissed her anyway. But the rest of this still hurt. No more Lamb-filled weekends? Could he really be serious?
She didn’t want to believe it, but he was pulling into her driveway fifteen minutes later and refused to let him see the toll this was taking on her. She knew when she got out of his car tonight that it would be for the last time and that he likely wouldn’t even look back. She was nowhere near ready for that.
“It’s been fun, Deputy,” she tried to smile.
He nodded. “Yeah. Just do me a favor?”
She tilted her head as if to ask what it was. Not telling her father was obvious, she had already agreed to that.
“Don’t completely forget about me when those high school boys start taking you out?”
She laughed. “Not a chance, Don.”
His name. One more thing he would miss, hearing her say his name like that. In silence he watched as she climbed out of the car, not want wanting her to see this was almost as difficult for him.
Veronica had been wrong about one thing at least. He had looked back when turned the car around to leave.
“Veronica?” Keith called when he heard the door close.
“Yeah, it’s me,” she answered after taking a deep breath.
“It’s early. Is everything okay?”
“You know how you want me to spend more time with Lilly and Logan and Duncan? Well you got your wish. Lamb said that after tonight no more weekends of hanging out together.”
“Did something happen?” He hadn’t meant for Lamb to be so abrupt despite knowing in the end it might be best.
“No,” she answered quickly. “We were just having dinner and he said that he thought it was time I got back to my old friends.”
For Veronica Keith tried to conceal his thrill. Don had done what he said he would do. And it had apparently worked. Maybe Veronica hadn’t completely lost interest in the deputy but at least he knew his deputy had been an adult about the situation and had taken control. That impressed him.
It would prove to be one of the last things Lamb would do that year that would impress him favorably.
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: 1896 (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 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
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Chapter 9:
Veronica still wasn’t feeling any less embarrassed come Saturday afternoon. She was surprised to hear from her father that Lamb hadn’t tried to get out of seeing her, but she had almost tried to claim she was sick to avoid seeing him again so soon.
Really, it wasn’t a complete lie. Her nerves had her stomach in knots and she was sure she might really be sick any minute. All she could remember was that one minute she had been sane and had literally just wanted to see him and bring him a decent dinner. And the next she was kissing him.
In that moment, that one moment that had continued to play over and over in her mind, she had known not her age or his, nothing of what was considered wrong or right, only that his lips were warm, soft and tasted like his cinnamon gum. He hadn’t touched her which also made her wonder if he had just been that surprised or if he had wanted to show he wouldn’t take advantage.
Now she had to get her game face on. Lamb was on his way and last she had heard they had planned a movie for today. A dark theater alone with him? At least in theory he won’t see how uncomfortable I am? And yay for armrests. Armrests are good.
When Don realized that Veronica apparently planned to spend the whole car ride in silence, he decided to break it. Comfortable silences with her he could handle, but this was anything but. Stopped at a red light he finally took the chance.
“Veronica -”
“We don’t still have to do this, you know. If you want to take me back home, it’s okay.”
“I don’t want you to think you can’t still talk to me. What happened the other night doesn‘t have to change anything. Really, I hope it hasn‘t.”
Veronica glanced to him, her eyes still refusing to meet his. “Could we just pretend like it didn’t happen?”
“If that’s what you want,” he nodded. Thankfully he didn’t know the protocol that was called for after an infatuated sixteen-year-old girl kissed you, but at the same time he could tell how anxious she was.
“I really thought you’d tell my dad,” she told him with a nervous sigh.
He shook his head as the light turned green and he began to drive again. “He doesn’t need to know, it was between us and I don’t think either of us meant for it to happen. And honestly, if you want to kiss me again when you’re eighteen, hey, I won’t stop you. And your dad doesn’t need to know I said that either.”
That got a laugh out of her, more relieved than anything. “Careful, I might hold you to that, Deputy.”
“Okay then, I’m glad we got that settled,” he smiled over to her.
Now that she was paying attention, she noticed something about the direction he was headed. “This isn’t the way to the theater.”
“I told you we’d be spending today watching movies, I didn’t technically say they’d be at a movie theater.”
“Then -”
“Somewhere you haven’t been since Wednesday night,” he cut in before she could ask.
“Are you really sure that’s a good idea?”
“Why not? I trust you. Besides, I told you I had big grilling plans for some of that fish we caught. What better way to put it to use then making us some dinner after a movie marathon?”
She smiled. So much for getting to hide in the darkness of a theater, separated from him by an armrest, but at least now she didn’t feel like she needed either the darkness or a barrier.
When she had gotten so engrossed in the second movie she wasn’t sure, but she noticed when Lamb got up and headed towards his kitchen.
“Is it time for dinner?”
“I was thinking about it. So, last chance, how do you want it? Grilled, broiled or otherwise?”
“I do like the sound of grilled salmon.”
“You got it,” he smiled.
Keeping up the façade since they had gotten to his apartment hadn’t been easy. She had really relaxed after their conversation in the car, which was good. But he hadn’t. With her sitting so close to him on his sofa he had been able to do nothing but inhale the sweet scent of her which was proving to be more addictive than it should have been. Her closeness had proved to be even worse, he hadn’t even thought about it when he draped his arm over the back of the sofa behind her. The fact he had been watching her more than the frat boy comedy she had picked out had even further proved what he had feared admitting.
He couldn’t keep doing this. Spending time with her, probably leading her on, wanting to spend even more time with her when he was supposed to be convincing her to spend more time with her school friends and distancing himself from her. His only hope was that he could at least make it through dinner. One last meal, one last night with her.
“Need any help?” she asked what had to be almost an hour later, Lamb nearly jumping back a full step when he realized she was right beside him.
“No, it’s almost ready,” he stated as he reached for the lemon juice.
“Are you okay, Lamb?” she asked as she followed him back into the living room.
“Yeah,” he lied with a short sigh as he took his seat. As much as he wanted to blame Keith for this he knew he couldn’t. It wasn’t his mentor’s fault, well not completely, that he had ended up falling for the man’s daughter. It had just been thanks to him that this sickness had become too much for him to ignore. He looked to his watch. Two more hours.
“Do you want to go ahead and take me home?” Veronica asked even as she followed his lead and sat beside him. She couldn’t remember the last time he had been this quiet around her and it was bothering more than she hoped to have him know.
“Veronica, I -”
“I knew this was a bad idea,” she said as she sat her plate on the coffee table and stood from the sofa, unable to have been surprised earlier at him not having a kitchen or dining room table. It was a bachelor pad after all, the real money going into his plasma screen, DVD collection, leather sofa and likely his bedroom.
“It’s not what you think, Veronica,” he tried as he followed her lead.
“You don’t have to let me down easy, I get it. I messed up, I messed all of this up. I just -”
By then Lamb couldn’t even think and he knew just how well he was about to prove it when he reached out and took her face in his hands. In just another moment he was dipping his head and capturing her lips in a kiss that proved he had wanted her just as much as she had wanted him if not more so.
Veronica melted into the kiss more easily than she had hoped, but he was kissing her, kissing her like he had thought of nothing but that since she had kissed him. There was nothing chaste about it. All teeth and tongue, strong, hot, demanding and soon left them both gasping for air.
“I think I’m getting mixed signals here,” Veronica sighed out after another moment, still waiting for her lungs to recover.
Don almost chuckled. Yeah, he could say the same. His head was screaming for him to get her out of there, his heart hurt at the mere idea of what he knew he had to do and he refused to listen to what was being demanded from below his belt.
“Was that, ‘no, Veronica, stay’ or was that a ‘we’re even‘ kiss?”
He sighed as he ran a hand through his short hair. “I told you that if you want to kiss me again when you’re eighteen you’re more than welcome. But this, especially now, I thought I could do this. But I can’t. I don’t know how I lasted this long. Your father would kill me if he knew what I was thinkin’ and as much as I want to, I can’t do this anymore.”
“Kiss me?” Her heart was racing. She couldn’t lose her deputy like this. Especially not when she was so close to actually getting him.
He shook his head. “That either. But these weekends, this time we’ve been spending together. Until you’re eighteen, this has to be the last time.”
“Told you we should’ve gone to the theater,” she tried to joke, trying to take the sting out of this.
He gave a half-hearted laugh. “Veronica, I probably would’ve kissed you tonight no matter where we were. I think I’m just damn lucky that it was here where no one else would see it.”
That got a small smile out of her, knowing that he would have kissed her anyway. But the rest of this still hurt. No more Lamb-filled weekends? Could he really be serious?
She didn’t want to believe it, but he was pulling into her driveway fifteen minutes later and refused to let him see the toll this was taking on her. She knew when she got out of his car tonight that it would be for the last time and that he likely wouldn’t even look back. She was nowhere near ready for that.
“It’s been fun, Deputy,” she tried to smile.
He nodded. “Yeah. Just do me a favor?”
She tilted her head as if to ask what it was. Not telling her father was obvious, she had already agreed to that.
“Don’t completely forget about me when those high school boys start taking you out?”
She laughed. “Not a chance, Don.”
His name. One more thing he would miss, hearing her say his name like that. In silence he watched as she climbed out of the car, not want wanting her to see this was almost as difficult for him.
Veronica had been wrong about one thing at least. He had looked back when turned the car around to leave.
“Veronica?” Keith called when he heard the door close.
“Yeah, it’s me,” she answered after taking a deep breath.
“It’s early. Is everything okay?”
“You know how you want me to spend more time with Lilly and Logan and Duncan? Well you got your wish. Lamb said that after tonight no more weekends of hanging out together.”
“Did something happen?” He hadn’t meant for Lamb to be so abrupt despite knowing in the end it might be best.
“No,” she answered quickly. “We were just having dinner and he said that he thought it was time I got back to my old friends.”
For Veronica Keith tried to conceal his thrill. Don had done what he said he would do. And it had apparently worked. Maybe Veronica hadn’t completely lost interest in the deputy but at least he knew his deputy had been an adult about the situation and had taken control. That impressed him.
It would prove to be one of the last things Lamb would do that year that would impress him favorably.