Title: At the Camelot

Author: Findabhiar Aery

Rating: M (NC-17, R, whatever the highest rating for wherever you are)

Summary: What if Veronica had been talking to Weevil during tailing Ben in Weapons of Class Destruction? How might that have changed everything?

Spoilers: All. From 1st Season right up to 3rd Season

Characters: Veronica/Weevil, some Veronica/Logan, and ensemble

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! 'Cuz if I did, well, Weevil… yay, anywho, I don't own anything except the unrecognizable chunks of this story which were dreamed up very late at night when only the naughty still refrain from sleep.

Chapter 3:

Veronica wandered out of her bedroom with her eyes half-closed. Coffee…

It was Saturday, and for once, she was free. No homework, no cases, no boyfriend (well, Leo, but that was kind of weird…), nothing. Nada. Suddenly, she felt a little bored.

Pouring herself a bowl of cereal, she scratched Backup's head and sat down to watch Saturday morning cartoons. Her cellphone chirped from the coffee table where she had left it the night before.

"Hello?"

"Hey Veronica, it's Leo." He mumbled over the line. She rolled her eyes as she tried to decipher just exactly what he was saying.

"Hey you…"

"Do you want to do something tonight? Something where your dad can not track us with a high-powered rifle?"

Veronica surveyed her rapidly deteriorating cereal, and sighed inwardly. It was almost like kicking a puppy, "Sorry Leo, Dad and I actually have plans to have a Father/Daughter night with ice cream and movies. How about we do something tomorrow?"

After getting his agreement, she hung up. Leo was cute… no doubt about that, but he just wasn't exactly for her. It still didn't help the guilty feeling she had for out and out lying to him. It wasn't even a very good lie, as Keith Mars wasn't even in the state.

Clearing away her bowl, Veronica started thinking about the one person she did have that feeling with. Weevil. The one person who she completely didn't want that feeling with. Weevil. She thought about how he tasted… Ok, enough of that.

Determined to think of anything but the tattooed biker bad-boy, Veronica hurried through showering, and dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt to take Backup to the beach.

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Throwing the ball for the dog, and watching him act like a puppy in the surf, she was laughing as she headed back to where she had parked her car. She was not at all ready to see just who was seated on the hood of the LeBaron.

"You know, I have a calendar with a picture that looks exactly like that." Veronica surveyed him, "except that the model in the picture was wearing less clothing. And, you know, sitting on a Ferrari."

"If you want me out of my clothes that badly, all you got to do is ask baby." Weevil grinned at her as he leaned back on the hood of her car. She grinned back and walked up to him, stopping only when her knees touched the bumper between his spread legs. Placing her hands on either side of his shoulders, she leaned down so that her mouth was mere inches from his.

"Trust me, babe, that if I wanted you out of your clothes, you would know." She ran her small pink tongue along his bottom lip, and smiled as he froze, eyes darkening with desire. Veronica stepped back just as he reached for her, and she grinned evilly at him. Payback was a bitch.

"Now, get off my car before you scratch it." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder.

Pushing himself off the car with surprising grace, Weevil did not look away from her. She held her breath as he walked right up to her and stopped. Almost disappointed, she looked away, and then back into his smoldering chocolate eyes.

One of his hands came up to stroke her cheek gently, the touch at odds with the look in his eye. Like a cat, she curved her cheek into his rough palm, and was rewarded with a slight smile that curved his full lips. He slowly ran his thumb over her lower lip, and she gasped at the feeling.

"Weevil…" She breathed as he bent his head to her. Their lips touched, slowly, gently, unlike their kisses of the day before in the bathroom at school. Veronica strained against him, wanting more.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue gaining access to her mouth on a sigh. The feeling changed from tender to passionate with that action. Veronica's small white hands clutched at the back on Weevil's strong neck, holding him tightly as his hands explored her back.

Pushing her shirt up impatiently, his hands made contact with her soft skin, and he smiled against her mouth as she shivered at the contact. Veronica's world consisted of Weevil's mouth and hands. She gave a valiant try to think about something else, but it was difficult.

Suddenly, his hands grasped the back of her thighs, scorching through her jeans, and he lifted her up against him. Burying her mouth against his throat, Veronica raked her teeth over the blossoming bruise as he wrapped her legs around his waist, his hands settling on her shapely bum.

Veronica's head went back with a start as she felt him moving her hips against him. Even through both of their jeans, she could feel his hard length rubbing in all of the fun places. She stared at him, at Weevil.

"Feel good baby?" He mumbled before closing his eyes against the pleasure that the movement gave him.

Veronica could only gasp as again the hardness brushed against her clit, her head thrown back. She realized just how close she was, which was rather interesting considering that he hadn't even touched her really. Quickly, she pushed against his chest, and slithered out of his hold. His hands reached for her even as she quickly backed away.

"Veronica…" He growled, a slow grin forming on his face.

"Weevil…" She grinned back, still moving away, "I am not doing this here. On the beach. In front of everyone and their bloody dogs."

His smile widened, showing his teeth white against his dark skin, "Would you rather move this to a better locale? Your bed? Car? Trees?"

Veronica quickly glanced at the small amount of brush that lined the beach, and got lost for a moment thinking about just going over there and…

"No!" She shook her head, hands still pushing him away as he tried to get closer.

"No?" He stopped abruptly and looked at her, expressionless. "Is this the point where you forget about all of this?"

"No…" Veronica stared at him, trying to think around the desire that was still clouding her mind, "No, I don't know. I mean… what the hell are we doing? We're Weevil, and Veronica… we're not fuck buddies, we're not soulmates, sweethearts, any of that crap. What are we doing?"

Weevil snorted, his upper lip curling, "You think too much."

"Well, one of us has to." Veronica turned away.

"Are you looking for a declaration of love here, V?" Weevil threw at her back, "Because you won't get that. All I know is that I like you, you obviously feel something more for me than hate, and we have fun. Lot's of fun."

She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning at the double entendre. He grinned back wickedly, acknowledging it as well.

"Well, then, Weevil," She turned to fully face him, "We should go to prom!"

He laughed softly at her wry smile. "Well, no, because prom blows, but maybe do you want to try going out?"

She smiled slightly, "Aren't you worried about your reputation?"

"Oh, I think we're pretty even there."

"So not true." Veronica argued, smiling at the familiarity of the banter, "Me: whore, stalker, outcast, weirdo. You: silly gang leader with a slight record. Not even close vato."

"Ok, fair enough." Weevil ignored her still outstretched arms, and placed his hands on her hips. "Do you want to go out tomorrow night?"

Veronica thought for a moment, head tilted to one side, "What's in it for me?"

Weevil smiled slowly, "Nothing that you won't enjoy." She laughed at the bravado, and nodded.