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 4:

Veronica furrowed her brow as she stared at the computer screen. She was sitting at Mars Investigations, doing a quick background check on a customer for her dad, who had gotten back earlier that morning.

"Veronica? Do you want lasagna tonight?" Keith Mars called from the kitchen where he was preparing a cup of coffee. He leaned back to look at his daughter from the door.

"Uhm, actually, I won't be home tonight." Avoiding his gaze, she printed out the information, and put it in the waiting file. Keith's eyebrows raised as he watched her.

"Oh?"

"Uh huh." She grinned as she looked up at him, "Don't worry Dad, I won't forget about you. You'll be in my thoughts."

"And what are you doing tonight?"

"Orgy at eight, and then I thought I'd hit the Road Hog at about ten." Her grin widened, "You know, if there's time."

"Oh of course." He walked to stand in front of her desk, "Now, tell Daddy where you're really going."

"I don't actually know." Veronica said truthfully.

"Just what a father wants to hear." He eyed her suspiciously, "Will you need Backup?"

Veronica allowed herself, for a moment, to wonder what Weevil would do if she showed up with a large pit bull. Fun.

"No, I think I'll be fine." Keith looked at the innocent smile a moment longer, before smiling tightly at her.

"Well, call me if you need anything." He took his coffee into his office to avoid having to wonder exactly what she was up to this time. Those thoughts just gave him headaches.

Veronica smirked. She really did not think that her father, the former sheriff, would be too happy with her choice of date for the evening. Better to keep that information to herself. He would just worry… and ask questions. Questions that she definitely did not want to answer.

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Looking at herself in the mirror, Veronica smoothed the waistband of her jeans, and straightened the halter top she was wearing. Weevil had given her absolutely no information, and it was definitely more fun to not ask, and give him the impression that she had been thinking about him. Confusing though it was.

Running a hand through her hair, she walked out to the living room, and scooped up her purse to make sure she had everything. Was it odd to take a taser on a date? For some reason, it seemed strangely appropriate.

"Well, you look nice." Keith remarked from the bar in the kitchen, "Date-like even."

"Even though it's an orgy, there are still expectations." Veronica remarked absentmindedly as she pulled her keys out.

"Oh, no doubt." He watched her as he took another bite of his chili. "You sure about Backup?"

"Yes."

"What about a sweater?" He eyed her shirt again, "Or maybe a burqa?"

Veronica turned to look at him with a roll of her eyes. Keith smiled innocently back at her. "Dad," She enunciated carefully, "Don't worry. I have my fuzzy handcuffs. I am prepared for anything."

He grimaced, "Why would you say that to me? Why?"

Veronica laughed evilly before letting herself out of the apartment. Walking down the steps to her car, she stopped in surprise as she noticed a figure in denim and black leather leaning against a motorcycle parked next to her car.

"Hop on, Blondie." Eli threw a black helmet to her as she looked at him in surprise.

"Oh, do I finally get to ride your big ol' hog?" She recovered with a smirk, and sauntered closer to him.

He looked at her intently, his face expressionless behind his dark sunglasses, "Baby, you say the words, and you can ride whenever you like."

Veronica swallowed, and nervously stuck out her pink tongue to lick her suddenly dry lips. "Lead on, Biker Boy, lead on."

He grinned at her, and threw a leg over the bike, motioning her to get on behind him. Once she was secure, he revved the engine and left the parking lot of the small apartment complex.

Veronica laid her head against his broad leather-clad back, and tightened her arms around his waist more securely. Feeling him tense against the movement, she grinned. Payback really was a bitch…

Slowly, she ran her hands down his sides until she reached the point where leather turned into denim. Pulling the jacket away from his skin slightly, she ran her fingers up until she touched his warm skin. As he tensed further, Veronica scratched her nails lightly along his sides, reaching towards his hard stomach muscles.

So intent was she on feeling as much of his surprisingly soft skin, that she did not notice the motorcycle turning a corner, and then slowing to a stop, until she felt Weevil lean down to kick the stand into place. She glanced up in surprise, just in time to see him twist around, and drag her onto his lap at the front of the bike.

"So, having fun back there?" He asked pleasantly as he held her in place with one arm, while pulling the helmet off of her with the other. She shook her hair free, and grinned at him with a nod.

Veronica reached up to grasp the sides of his dark sunglasses, and slowly tugged them free, so that she could actually have a sense of what he was thinking. He smiled at her as his eyes became visible.

"You are so going to pay for that little stunt." Weevil brushed her hair away from the side of her neck to lean down and plant a soft kiss there. She hissed, and tilted her chin up to give him better access. His fingers were digging into her hips, while her hands worried the zipper of his jacket.

Veronica shut her eyes as his lips moved down to the base of her neck to suck on the pulse point that was beating wildly there. She moaned as he brushed his teeth against her sensitive skin, before biting down lightly. "Eli…"

"Eli, huh?" He leaned back to grin at her, smiling as she whimpered at the lack of contact. Veronica glared at him, before placing both of her hands on the back of his neck, and pulling his head down so that she could have greater access to his mouth.

He moaned at her boldness, which gave her the opportunity to sweep her tongue inside of his mouth, tasting him. Weevil's fingers tightened further on her hips, before he groaned, and took over, tilting his head to one side for greater access. Veronica arched into him as the kiss deepened, before pulling back to breath.

They both breathed deeply, staring at each other intently, before Weevil's hand buried itself in her bright blonde tresses, and pulled her back into him. Her hips wiggled of their own volition against him, needing to be closer. She moaned at the increased friction between her legs, and sucked on his lower lip.

Weevil's body reacted to her hips with a jerk, and he growled as he ran his hand from her hip to cup her heat between their bodies. Her head snapped back with a groan as he rubbed her through the thick denim, and she leaned her forehead on his shoulder.

Suddenly, though, he lifted his hand from the extreme heat, and rested both hands lightly on her waist. She slowly turned her head to look at him as he smiled at her.

"Now, not that this is not fun, but when a pretty blonde wants to go out with Weevil, well, this is not how it starts." He smirked at her, "I'm a traditionalist that way."

Veronica whimpered, and lifted her lips to his once more, sliding a hand against the bulge in his jeans. She then jumped off the bike to stand beside him, before sliding the helmet on once more from where he had dropped it on the ground beside the bike.

"Well, let's go then vato." She grinned triumphantly as he glared at her.

"I am so going to get you, chica."