Disclaimer: I own nothing. All hail Rob, right?
This is my first Veronica Mars Fic, and I'm i so /i interested by th Mac/Dick pairing. Anyway, this is a different intake on their relationship after Cassidy's death.
Her arms circle his neck, and as he pulls her up off the floor he dabs with his lips at the salty tears making trails down her face. They feel heavy in his mouth, and the only taste that can make up for it is that of her tongue embracing his. His hands get lost in her hair, pulling gently at the bright green streaks that tangle between his fingers.
He needs this, and as he slams her back up against the door with a justifiable thud, he knows that she doesn't. He knew that in her eyes he was just a shitty replacement for his brother. She wasn't kissing dick, she was kissing Cassidy's brother. Dick was the closest thing to Cassidy left, and Mac knew it.
Dick kisses a line onto Mac's collarbone, sending her to shiver as she bites her lip in pleasure.
To Dick, this was what kept him alive. Without this all he did was play videogames and get drunk. Mac reminded him that there was a life outside his bubble, and that slowly he was maybe grasping it again. Mac gave him hope. Logan had forced him to go to therapists, and they had all told him the same things.
He moans into her necks as his hands tickle a line of friction across her stomach.
They'd all told him that it was okay to grieve, okay to cry; it was the natural process. Dick had been banned from ever returning to their premises after he told her to go fuck herself for the sixth time in as many minutes.
His fingers ache with anticipation and desire as they fumble with her top shirt buttons. She almost feels like laughing as his eyebrows furrow in annoyance.
After another minute, Mac reasons that topless sex was overrated anyway, and pulls Dick back up to eyelevel before crashing her lips in between the moulds of his.