Chapter 3: Late Night Talks

Weevil had sat there silently watching some cop movie as Veronica slept curled against his side for a good hour, his arm was asleep and even as the pins and needles shot up his arm into his shoulder he didn't care. He would take this feeling every day for the rest of his life if it meant that Veronica was the one sleeping against him. There were times when he couldn't believe that she had gotten back together with him after the way he had just pushed her away from him…he'd thought at the time that it was what was best for her. She deserved someone better he had nothing to offer her and with this newest charge it was about to make life all that much harder to get anywhere. So he'd stopped seeing her, and then had ended it…destroying a piece of himself as he did it. But he felt better now…like this; with her.

It had only been two weeks, almost three and he had made himself a promise that he was going to spend the rest of his life proving that this wasn't a mistake. No matter where the way this went he was always going to be someone she could depend on. He hoped that this was it for both, because he couldn't see anyone else ever being able to make him feel the way she did…it was possible that his abuela had been right and he'd met his match in Veronica Mars. She shifted against him and sighed in her sleep, making him smile down at her; he'd guess she was dreaming by the soft crease in her brow and the way the corner of her lip was tugged down in a small frown. "I can practically feel your thoughts, Eli."

Her voice was thick from sleep and disuse and it made him smirk. "Oh then what am I think?" Weevil asked quietly, loosening his grip when she tried to turn her body slightly presumably to get a better look at him. "Tamales, you are thinking that you would love to take me out for tamales." Laughter filled the room as Veronica answered him. "How did you know?" Weevil teased as he reluctantly let her go so she could sit up, her hair was a mess and she had a crease mark on her cheek from the fabric of his shirt. "I told you, I could basically hear you. Thinking so loud." Shaking his head Weevil closed the distance between them and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Well then, get ready so we can go eat."

Veronica didn't need to be told twice; she was getting off the couch and heading towards his small bathroom. Weevil rubbed his arm working to regain the feeling back into it before he got up walking to the coat closet he grabbed his jacket having by passed it earlier today when he went into the office and then to Angel's shop. The bathroom door open and Veronica walked out, her hair tamed and her blue eyes more alert. "Can we also stop by my place? I want to grab a change of clothes for tomorrow." She said with a smile and it hit him against that she planned to stay the night with him. "Of course we can, what time is your class tomorrow?" "Eleven." Weevil nodded and watched as she moved easily around his apartment, not that it was hard to do given the size of it; but it worked for him.

Veronica slipped into her jacket, grabbed her bag and walked towards the door. Weevil grabbed his keys from his pocket and opened the door for her as she walked by he handed her the car keys only for her to press them back into his hand. "I thought you were being my chauffeur today." "Right, how could I forget?" Weevil said as he stopped to lock the door of his apartment before he followed after her, it was nearly dark all that remained from the sun was the pinkish purple hue it cast above them, it made even the streets of the Barro seemed almost peaceful. Not that he was even going to pretend that was true, he didn't like letting her walk to the car alone even with her Taser. "Where do you want to eat?" He asked breaking the silence and disrupting his own thoughts. "Mexican Riviera."

Weevil rolled his eyes, it was her favorite place and it was just off the PCH between both their apartments so he should have just guessed. "Of course." He said as he got into the driver's side, slipping the keys into the ignition he put on his seat belt and started the engine. "Well if you would make me some tamale's we wouldn't have to go to a Mexican restaurant." "Chica just because I'm Spanish doesn't mean I can make Mexican food." Weevil said giving her an amused smile as she smiled back at him leaning back against the seat. "No but having Letty as your abuela means you do know how to cook." Snorting he turned one of the back roads instead of taking the PCH. "That's your job." He was joking with her, and the look on her face made it worth it.

"Well hope you enjoy food poisoning." Veronica said with a grin before reaching out and patting his abdomen. "Or do you have a stomach of steel?" Weevil smirked. "I survived the prison food I'm sure I could survive your cooking…I mean Keith seems to be alright." Veronica tapped her lip in thought making a soft hmm noise. "I guess if you cook once a week I can too." Weevil was quiet as he thought it over, to someone else they would probably think that meant they would be eating a lot of take out; he on the other hand knew that it meant they would be eating dinner together at least twice a week. "Sold." Veronica smiled with him; it was another new step for their relationship. Taking the time to cook for each other would be something new for them, since when they dated in high school it wasn't something they ever did. They'd gone out a bunch and his grandmother had invited her over a few times and her dad had invited him over a couple of times. But neither of them had done the cooking.

Before long they were pulling up in front of Mexican Riviera, it was a nice place, not his usual spot when he went out for food. But then he liked a little family owned place close to his apartment, the food was cheap and the Corona cold which was enough for him. Eventually he'd take V there. The meal went smoothly he had himself a corona with tamales and she did the same replacing the beer with some other drink and by the end of it, he was leaning back with a satisfied look on his face. "You look like the cat who caught the canary." Veronica muttered as she tossed her napkin at him, he caught it before it could hit him, wadding it up and tossing it onto an empty plate before he swept his gaze from her blonde hair down to where her waist was hidden by the table. "Naw, but I will." "Really." She said a laugh in her voice as she reached for her wallet.

Weevil shook his head. "Naw chica, I got this." "But you paid the other day." He raised a brow at her. "And?" They had this argument every time they went out, she would try to pay and Weevil would stop her; Veronica would complain and he'd still pay. "You know it's okay if you let me pay from time to time right?" He shrugged and tossed a couple of bills onto the table, once upon a time money would have been more of an issue. But working with Keith paid the bills and allowed him to put some aside with having some extra. "I'm not the one in college, worry about that." Weevil watched as Veronica sighed and put her wallet back into her bag, standing he waited for her before taking her hand and leading the way out. "Still want to stop at your place?" He asked looking at her as they separated to get into the vehicle.

Later…

Veronica and Weevil lay in his bed; his arm was around her shoulder as he held her close to his chest; fingers stroking her arm softly. They'd come back to his place, and just relaxed. Veronica had tackled her homework and he'd sat across from her at the table pouring over a case he was working on. The routine they had settled into felt almost like they had done it for years, not just today. A sigh escaped him and he felt her shift against him, her hand moving over his bare chest, as she traced one of his many tattoos. "What are you thinking about?" Veronica asked softly, almost whispering though they were the only ones in the apartment.

Even so he debated telling her what he was really thinking about, it would be so easy to just say he was thinking about the case he was working on; but why lie? "Us." He said simply as she rolled over in his arms, resting her arm across his chest so she could rest her head on it. "What about us?" Veronica asked a frown on her pretty face; reaching up he smoothed it out with his thumb. "Nothing bad, I like this." It felt good. "I like it too." Her smile lit up his room and he didn't resist leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. "What do we do when you get that summer internship with the FBI?" He knew she would get it; this was Veronica Mars she was sharp as a tack and always seemed to be able to solve a case. The FBI would be crazy to turn her down. "I don't have to take it." Weevil shook his head. "Yes, you do."

"But…" "No, Veronica you can't just say no to an internship with the FBI." Weevil said interrupting whatever she'd been about to say, her sigh escaped her and he held her closer to him. "Three months, it'll fly by; I can come and visit too." He said looking into her blue eyes. "You don't want me here?" She asked almost in disbelief. "Stop it, Veronica. I want you here; I would give anything to be able to wake up with you next to me every morning." Weevil said truthfully. "But I won't be the guy that asks you to give up your dreams." As much as being apart for three months was going to suck, they could do it. "I'd rather find a way to combine our dreams. Besides means you won't get sick of me."

Veronica snorted and gave him a smile. "Guess you're right, and like you said it'll fly by…" Weevil nodded his head before tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "V, I know what I want and if I have to wait three months to have it then I will." "What do you want?" Weevil sighed, thinking about what he wanted and admitting it out loud where two very different things. Admitting that he actually thought about settling down with her was something that would have gotten his ass kicked in high school. But this wasn't high school. So he would just keep it simple.

"You, I want you V and to move out of this shitty apartment into something better. Maybe even go to college." He shrugged. Some would be a little easier for him; school had never been his strong suit. "Well looks like we have some goals to meet…though you already have one of those things." She said softly, rolling her eyes when he looked at her in question. "Me, you have me." "I know, but I meant it a little differently than you're probably thinking." She did that head tilt and his heart beat faster against her arm. "Differently how?" Veronica asked her blue eyes searching his face. "I want…" He stopped and sucked in a breath. "I want to do this right one day, you know? Settle down and all that…"

Weevil knew he looked nervous, and the silence that followed his little confession made him swallow thickly. "That's good." Veronica said making him frown. "It is?" "Yes, because settling down with you is something that's made it into my list of things to do…"A weight that had settled on him was lifted and he smiled at her, his abuela was right, he had met his match in Veronica Mars and if he was lucky she'd met hers in him. The future was still far off and they still had things to get through before they even considered marriage but he felt better knowing they were both at least on the same page. "I love you." Veronica said softly as she pressed a kiss to his lips, Weevil eagerly returned her kiss, taking over and deepening it. "I love you too."

Another kiss was pressed to his lips before she rested her head on his chest. "Goodnight." Came her soft voice as he reached for the switch to the bed side lamp, extinguishing the light with a soft click. "Goodnight, babe." Weevil said as he closed his eyes, his arms wrapped around her petite body as they both drifted off into sleep.

A/N: Ending this here for now, not sure what to do for the next chapter but I'm sure something will come to me. I hope everyone enjoys it. Review? They make me really happy. 3