Fic: Not So Solitary ~ PG-13
Title: Not So Solitary
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jail cells can get pretty lonely.
Spoilers: 3x13
Word Count: 584
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Thank you to isdon_isgood9 for this prompt. Was cleaning out some folders and found this one from a year ago. It’s short, but sweet. Enjoy!
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“Have you ever had a woman love you oh so much that she would do time just to see you?” Veronica taunted Lamb from her cell when he insisted on coming to check on her himself.
“Oh, Veronica,” he sighed, assuming his own position with his thumbs tucked into his gun belt as he sauntered up to her cell door.
Running her hand along one of the cold steel bars to entice him just a little more, she asked, “Well, Sheriff?”
“Love me?” he asked with his signature smirk. “You lookin’ to confess something else?”
“Or have a woman break the law just to get into those cuffs of yours?”
Glancing over his shoulder to be sure they were in fact alone, he answered, “I’m beginning to wonder if I’m not looking at one.”
“You know, these jail cells can get pretty lonely,” she told him in her best innocent tone. “Cold, too. Makes a girl wish all kinds of things. Like wishing she had a big, strong sheriff to spend the night with her.”
Big and strong? He almost laughed. He knew what she was doing and he had sworn earlier that he would resist, but damn it if her pout wasn’t causing him to forget damn near every order he had given himself when he first brought her in that afternoon.
“Trying to get me fired, are you?”
She shook her head. “Not tonight.”
He smiled. At least she wasn’t completely lying for once.
“How many nights have you spent in your lovely cells?” she asked him, serious this time. It wasn’t like they had much else to talk about with him refusing to talk any more about the case.
Lamb sighed as he thought about it. Some nights he and a handful of deputies would spend half a night trying to subdue hopped up meth heads. Other nights he would have to interrogate suspects in their cells because they couldn’t get them into an interrogation room for various reasons. Hell, there had even been a night or two he had crashed in an empty cell because he was too tired to go home or would have just had just enough time to get inside before having to be back in the office.
“A couple,” he told her finally.
“Why not make it one more?” Veronica asked with a soft shrug.
“Never figured you for the kind of girl who’d claim she needed a big, strong man to hold her all night even if she was all alone in a cold jail cell.”
“You arrested me in front of my whole class. And it’s Valentine’s Day. Get in here,” she shot back.
That time he laughed as he reached for his keys. Half a day in jail had certainly not changed her, not that he had ever thought it could.
“You drive a hard bargain, Veronica,” he smirked as he slipped into her cell.
“Well I figured there was an easy way and a hard way. The hard way we’d definitely have one of those pesky audiences we’re so prone to having. The easy way, well,” she grinned as she curled an arm around his neck and raised up to kiss him.
“If I get fired for spending tonight with you, you’re getting the blame,” he told her through their kiss.
“Of course I would. But then, what’s one more thing for you to blame me for?” she sighed dramatically even as she raised back up to kiss him again.
The End
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jail cells can get pretty lonely.
Spoilers: 3x13
Word Count: 584
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Thank you to isdon_isgood9 for this prompt. Was cleaning out some folders and found this one from a year ago. It’s short, but sweet. Enjoy!
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“Have you ever had a woman love you oh so much that she would do time just to see you?” Veronica taunted Lamb from her cell when he insisted on coming to check on her himself.
“Oh, Veronica,” he sighed, assuming his own position with his thumbs tucked into his gun belt as he sauntered up to her cell door.
Running her hand along one of the cold steel bars to entice him just a little more, she asked, “Well, Sheriff?”
“Love me?” he asked with his signature smirk. “You lookin’ to confess something else?”
“Or have a woman break the law just to get into those cuffs of yours?”
Glancing over his shoulder to be sure they were in fact alone, he answered, “I’m beginning to wonder if I’m not looking at one.”
“You know, these jail cells can get pretty lonely,” she told him in her best innocent tone. “Cold, too. Makes a girl wish all kinds of things. Like wishing she had a big, strong sheriff to spend the night with her.”
Big and strong? He almost laughed. He knew what she was doing and he had sworn earlier that he would resist, but damn it if her pout wasn’t causing him to forget damn near every order he had given himself when he first brought her in that afternoon.
“Trying to get me fired, are you?”
She shook her head. “Not tonight.”
He smiled. At least she wasn’t completely lying for once.
“How many nights have you spent in your lovely cells?” she asked him, serious this time. It wasn’t like they had much else to talk about with him refusing to talk any more about the case.
Lamb sighed as he thought about it. Some nights he and a handful of deputies would spend half a night trying to subdue hopped up meth heads. Other nights he would have to interrogate suspects in their cells because they couldn’t get them into an interrogation room for various reasons. Hell, there had even been a night or two he had crashed in an empty cell because he was too tired to go home or would have just had just enough time to get inside before having to be back in the office.
“A couple,” he told her finally.
“Why not make it one more?” Veronica asked with a soft shrug.
“Never figured you for the kind of girl who’d claim she needed a big, strong man to hold her all night even if she was all alone in a cold jail cell.”
“You arrested me in front of my whole class. And it’s Valentine’s Day. Get in here,” she shot back.
That time he laughed as he reached for his keys. Half a day in jail had certainly not changed her, not that he had ever thought it could.
“You drive a hard bargain, Veronica,” he smirked as he slipped into her cell.
“Well I figured there was an easy way and a hard way. The hard way we’d definitely have one of those pesky audiences we’re so prone to having. The easy way, well,” she grinned as she curled an arm around his neck and raised up to kiss him.
“If I get fired for spending tonight with you, you’re getting the blame,” he told her through their kiss.
“Of course I would. But then, what’s one more thing for you to blame me for?” she sighed dramatically even as she raised back up to kiss him again.
The End