Doing Just Fine
Chap 4 of 4, Walls Come
Tumbling Down
Author Devylish
Fandom Veronica Mars
Pairing: Veronica Lamb
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Words 4148
Rating R or T
Spoilers Season 1
Warning
Language and YEAH! sex
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"Don't stop on my account." His smile grew even bigger, reaching his eyes, making them gleam.
'Damn gleamy, twinkley eyes.' Veronica held her breath for a second. Then two. And then she bolted. Running is good; don't let anyone tell you it's not.
Wrenching her legs from his hold, she hopped off of the couch.
"Uh, my turn to explore."
His eyes locked with hers for just a second before she skittered away, intent on upon putting as much distance as possible between her and the devil.
Heading into the kitchen she could still feel a slight ache on the bottom of her feet, but it was nothing in comparison to the shooting pains she'd felt before. Stopping in front of the black iron stove Veronica held her hands out and drew the fragrant warmth in. 'What are you doing Veronica? That's Don Lamb in there; evil, turncoat, Don Lamb.' She moved to the cabinets and opened them… echoing Don's earlier movements. 'Only, he may not be the evil turncoat I've thought he was all this time. Oh he was, 'mean'…. He could be hard, and even cruel.' She wrapped her arms around her body; drowning in his 'Lamb' scented jacket. She stared blindly at the cans that filled the cupboard. 'He can be cruel, but then again, so can I.'
As Lamb watched Veronica move around the small 'kitchen' he realized he was in trouble; deep trouble. Now that the air had been cleared, now that they'd actually 'talked' to one another, there was nothing between them. No unbreakable, icy walls. No dark hurts….
Well, the walls were still there, and the hurt was still there, but a salve had been put upon the wounds; a fire had been lit beside the walls. They were melting.
And if he stayed around Veronica with no walls up? Stayed around her without the bitter anger that had kept him at a distance for so long? Stayed around her without the jailbait age issue to keep him in check?
There would be nothing to keep him away from her; nothing to save him from going to her and making her his.
She reached up, stretching to see the contents at the back pf a cabinet, and he took in the length of her petite form. Being that beautiful had to be a sin. A sin, or maybe some sort of torture used to punish those who were sent to hell…. 'You can look, but you better not touch!' Only, he had already touched her; innocently in the past, and seconds ago… maybe not completely innocently, but also not completely goaded by selfishness.
And the damn walls were melting into puddles all around him. He'd seen something in her eyes just before she escaped his hold. Something akin to forgiveness; forgiveness and heat.
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Veronica peeked in the bathroom…. Lamb hadn't lied; it was small, bare, and clean. She turned to face the last door in the house. Opening it she froze; the room contained what had to be the biggest bed she'd ever seen.
"How about we share?"
She barely stopped herself from jumping. He'd moved from his position on the couch and was now standing behind her.
"Share?"
"The bed." He was directly behind her; she could literally feel the warmth emanating from his body, although no part of him was actually touching her. And she could swear that his voice was timbre lower than normal.
"The bed?" Really, she had to stop this 'speak and repeat' routine.
"The square, soft, inviting looking item occupying the majority of room you're looking into." He paused. "So what do you think? I'm willing to share if you are."
"Share." Crap. She'd done it again. She was dealing with a majorly non-functioning brain at the moment; how could his mere 'nearness' cause her to suddenly lose all sense of… all sense!? A walk in the woods, followed by a twenty minute conversation and it was all gone? Her ability to ignore the attraction she'd felt for him years? 'I get a quick view of his thighs; He gets all 'manly' on me, carrying me off to 'his' cave/hut, and now I'm all 'woman': 'bewitched, bothered, and bewildered?''
Maybe they'd either entered a magic cottage.
Or maybe there was a warlock somewhere weaving a mystical spell over her.
Or maybe her hormones were just in overdrive, or…,' Veronica tensed, 'or it's real and Don Lamb has the ability to reduce me to a quivering mass of pheromone ruled putty.'
"Veronicaaaaa." Lamb's voice shattered through her reverie.
'Rally the forces Mars, rally the forces!'
"Uhh, no. You can have the bed." Veronica edged away from him and the door, moving to the cabin's more open living space. "You're big, I'm small." And I didn't just say that did I?
"I mean, you'd be all scrunched on the couch. And…, and now that we're back to being 'buddies' and all," she turned and faced him, rewrapping her arms around her body, "uh, consider it an act of friendship on my part."
Lamb had given up the ghost of rational thought as soon as Veronica left the couch…, maybe as soon as they'd entered the cabin. He leaned against the opening to the bedroom and watched her flit around the living room.
"Yeah, sorry Mars," he scratched lightly at the back of his neck, "I may be an asshole, but, I'm a gentlemanly asshole. I can't take the bed and leave you sleeping on the couch. So, you can either have the bed all to yourself – leaving me all 'scrunched' up on the sofa, or – we can share."
She dared another look at him. And he had that smirk on his face again, that smirk that had irritated her for years. And it still bothered her. Only now, at this moment, it didn't make her want to scratch his eyes out…. Instead, it made her want to scratch his back; claw her nails in to him and wipe the smirk off of his face – with her lips.
Alarmed by where her thoughts kept leading her, Veronica retreated to the couch and curled back up in her corner; resolutely turning her eyes to the flames of the fire.
She retreated and Lamb pursued.
Plopping down next to her on the couch, he kicked off his shoes; wiggling his toes in their dark black socks.
"If you're expecting me to return the favor and give you a foot massage, you've got another 'think' coming." Veronica stated softly as she covertly eyed him.
"I didn't take care of your feet in so that you'd owe me a favor, but, if you're offering – a foot massage is NOT the type of favor I'm going to ask for."
The hem of Veronica's skirt suddenly fascinated her. Hems. Hems. Folded pieces of cloth sewn closed to keep your clothing from fraying; from pulling and undoing. She felt like she was coming undone. The hem she'd had in place for so long, defining her relationship with Lamb had just been cut clean away. And now she was left with nothing but an uneven edge….
Faking a yawn, Veronica ignored Lamb's come-on. "So, uh… yeah, really which do you want? The bed or the couch?"
"Ladies choice." He reached for her legs again, surprising her, and pulling them back on to his lap.
"My feet don't hurt anymore."
"Good. Then we can move right on to the pleasure."
"Pleasure?" 'And again with the one word statements Veronica?'
"Pleasure…," he skipped past her feet to touch her calves immediately. "You know, you probably have the softest skin I've ever touched."
"Compliments will get you no where." She whispered.
"That's why I'm 'touching' too. Combined attack: physical and verbal. If one doesn't work, perhaps the other will." He stared at Veronica. She was watching his hands as they moved across and around her legs, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could read her thoughts. "Although, with you Mars, I admit, I'm normally on the losing end of verbal exchanges. Maybe, I should just stick to the physical?" He slid his hand up her leg, along the inside of her thigh.
"Your mouth does seem to get you into a lot of trouble Deputy." Veronica lifted her eyes to Lamb's. She didn't know what she was doing; why she was saying what she was saying. But here she was, and there he was and he was smiling again. 'Maybe his smile really isn't all that irritating' she thought fleetingly. And then she stopped thinking.
They would argue about it for years to come; who made the first move. She'd swear it was him, and his deliciously decadent hands. And he'd swear it was her, finally climbing the last of the crumbling wall that stood between them. But in any case, Veronica ended up with Lamb leaning over her legs, his lips over hers, and her hands stroking the short locks at the back of his neck.
Surprisingly, their first kiss was soft. Softer than either one of them believed the other capable of being. It was the final necessary gesture of forgiveness, of healing. It proved, once and for all, to each of them, that they could give to the other, and take from the other, and not hurt.
As Lamb pulled his lips from hers, he started speak – to whisper sweet nothings? To belatedly make certain that she was certain about wanting him? Too tell her she was beautiful? – But as his eyes scanned hers and he opened his mouth, Veronica placed her hand against his lips.
"Sheriff, less verbal, more physical."
The answer to all of his fleeting fears in one sweet, Mars-sized answer. "Who am I to argue with a beautiful woman? He spoke around her fingers before kissing them.
"Oh, okay, see, those kinds of words you can use." She smiled and bent forward to replace her fingers with her lips.
He pecked at her mouth quickly before pulling all the way back and lifting her legs off of his thighs.
"Hey!" 'Okay, that came out a whole lot more 'begging' sounding than I'd planned.'
Don grinned, "Don't worry little girl, you're going to get what you want."
"And you think you know what that is?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
Lamb stood up, faced the couch and bent over her. Pressing his mouth against hers with quick little punctuations he responded. "Most.Definitely.Mars." As he placed the final kiss to her lips, he slid one arm under her knees and the other under her shoulders.
With a quick lift he cradled her in his arms and moved them toward the bedroom. "By the way, we're sharing the bed."
"Yes sir."
He purred into her neck, "I could get use to that."
"Mmmm hmm, don't get too use to it."
He chuckled before dropping a kiss to her jaw, and then another. Turning and sitting on the edge of the bed, he continued to hold her, pressing soft strings of kisses along her neckline, her cheeks, her beautiful eyes.
Applying pressure to Lamb's chest with her hand, Veronica separated them and looked up into his surprised face. "I think, you think I'm pretty."
"I think, I think you're right." He swooped down to take another kiss, but she tilted away from him.
"And while I appreciate your appreciation of my aesthetics," she wiggled off of his lap and stood before him, "I don't think I want to go slow right now." Veronica shrugged out of Lamb's jacket letting it puddle to the floor in a heap.
"No?"
She climbed back on to his lap, this time straddling his hips with her thighs. Placing her hands on his shoulders, Veronica settled herself as close to him as possible, her center pressing against his admirably hard length. "No."
With a groan Lamb placed a hand at the back of Veronica's head, winding his fingers through her blonde mane. Tugging her head back he took his other hand and placed it at the bottom of her ridiculously small shirt. Edging his fingers under the hem, he quickly found himself palming one of her beautiful breasts. "Well, whatever my lady wants, my lady gets."
It was Veronica's turn to purr, "I could get use to that."
"Mmmm hmm, don't get too use to it." With a grin…, a grin that she'd seen before, and that should have warned her he was up to something, Lamb inclined his head to her collar bone. Licking softly at the area just where her neck met her shoulders, he worried the skin there; nibbling, tasting, and suckling at it.
It took her a few hazy minutes to realize what he was doing, but then it clicked in, "Don Lamb! Are you trying to give me a hickey?!"
"Trying and most definitely succeeding," he let go of the tender piece of flesh with a satisfying, suctioned pop.
"Back to being a Neanderthal? Marking me as yours?" She teased him, her hands going to the buttons on his shirt.
"There are going to be so many 'claim marks' on your body… in so many places…, you're going to have to wear a ski suit to hide them all."
She flushed. "Promises, promises."
"I'm turning over a new leaf…. I'm going to keep every promise I make. Well, every promise I make to you." Standing up with Veronica in his arms, he turned to face the bed. He held her as he edged a knee onto the mattress before lowering Veronica's back to the soft surface.
Veronica kept her thighs wrapped around Lamb's waist and hips as he lowered them both to the bed. His weight, his frame – focused on her body – felt good. She'd never been the type of woman who liked having her men – Logan, Duncan, even the unimpressive Piz – tower over her…. Having their size above her, having them physically assert their manliness over her, had always made her feel 'small'… 'lesser'. But now, with Don Lamb slanted over her, his heaviness demanding and hard against her, she still felt 'small', but she didn't feel lesser. Instead, she felt 'more'.
With Don pressing against her, over her…, weighing against her, she felt that she was the one with the power. That she had the power to ensnare, fascinate, and enthrall this larger, more physically powerful being.
Don lifted up slightly, as much as Veronica's insistent thighs would allow, so that she could undo the final buttons on his shirt. When she had succeeded in that task, she helped him shrug the blue cotton off of his shoulders.
She couldn't stop herself from staring at him for just a bit. He was built; pecs, abs, and arms that she'd drool about… when he wasn't looking at her so intensely.
Don grinned like a peacock spreading his feathers at the look on Veronica's face. "See something you like Mars?"
"You've warned me about lying to you, so I'm just going to say, yes… and yes." She gave an embarrassed laugh. "Your uniforms just aren't doing you justice."
"Polyester… it's no one's friend."
"That was an adorably metrosexual statement darling; thanks for dragging me back down to reality."
"… only to send you back up to the heights of ecstasy." He captured the hem of her shirt, winding it in his hands, and he levered her up until she was sitting on his thighs. Plucking at the edge of the top, he tugged it upwards. She complied with his implied demand, removed her arms from his biceps, and helped him extract her from the confines of her top. Throwing it over Lamb's shoulder onto the floor, Veronica immediately reached for the clasp at the back of the blue satin bra.
"Are you holding your breath?!" She looked at his face as she worked the clasps.
He puffed out, "No…. Yes."
She laughed lightly, "in case you're hoping that they'll be bigger when the bra is 'off', that's not how it works."
"Anything more than a palmful…."
"Well I think I can promise you just about that." Veronica crossed one arm over the bra, capping a cup while she shrugged each shoulder out of the slim straps.
He groaned deeply, "Stop teasing and take that thing off."
Dropping her hands and tossing the scrap of cloth on the floor Veronica watched Lamb.
She echoed his words, hesitantly, "See something you like Sheriff?"
His eyes were riveted to her chest; staring at her breasts with something… something that could either be reverence, or disgust.
Without a word he lifted one hand to her breast, lightly cupping the underside of the sensitive flesh. He flicked his thumb over her nipple, watching it peak and tighten under his ministrations. And then he bent his head to her other breast, pressing his tongue along that nipple, working it to a peak that matched its twins'.
"I…, I'm going to take that as a 'yes Veronica, I see something I like'." Veronica ground her hips against Lamb's, wrapping her hands around his shoulders, twining her fingers through his hair.
He lowered her back to the bed as he continued to lave her breast with his tongue; the sandpaper flat of his tongue teasing her. "I didn't know you'd be so delicious."
"What did I tell you about compliments?"
He chuckled and moved his head lower, down to her stomach… to her navel. Something in him told him to go slow, to take his time, but that 'something' was heavily outweighed by the fact that he was actually holding a half naked Veronica Mars in his arms.
He moved his hands from Veronica's breasts to her hips. "Up Baby."
She complied, pressing her hips against his and lifting her body up. "Mmmmm," she squirmed as he helped her out of her skirt, nylons, and thong in one fell swoop; edging them down her legs and dropping them to the floor.
Naked Mars. He stared.
"You're going to give me a complex." She moved slowly back along the mattress making more room for him to join her.
"You're beautiful."
"And you're too far away, and too dressed."
He reached for his belt buckle, undoing it, and then he unzipped his jeans, tugging them down and off until he was standing in front of her in his boxer briefs.
"You're still a little overdressed Sheriff."
"Damn… I suppose I should fix that, huh"
"Just to be fair." She cocked her knee up, letting her foot trace along her other leg.
"Yeah, just to be fair."
Don hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off. Straightening, he stood in front of her with nothing but a smile, and an impressive display of manhood on.
"Speaking of beautiful," she intoned lowly. Then she crooked a finger, wiggling it at him invitingly.
"So basically, we have a mutual admiration society going on here, huh?"
"A long distance mutual admiration society; you didn't get it when I said you were too far away, did you?"
He smiled and crawled half way on to the bed with her. He stopped at her stomach, kissing it softly. Glancing up at her he whispered, "I believe I was right about 'here'?"
Veronica's breath caught, and then she murmured a response, "maybe a little lower."
Lamb grinned, darkly, sweetly. "Oh yeah," a laugh escaped his lips as he traveled lower and nuzzled his nose against the trimmed patch of blonde hair just above Veronica's center. "Forgetful me! Sorry about that Beautiful, I guess I'll just have to ummm, make it up to you somehow."
Veronica didn't get a chance to think up a response before his tongue dipped into her folds, and all power of thought escaped her. In the past, she may have had questions about Lamb's dedication and focus to his job as a lawman. But he was now proving to her that he had no such focus issues when it came to paying attention to Veronica's body.
She also realized thatall of Lamb was wonderful. Not just his magical hands, but his masterful tongue, and his heating warmth. His flesh against hers was perfect. He met her frayed edges and loving stroked them. Together they were peace, and energy, and… and…. "I need you." Her words escaped softly, lost in a moan, but he somehow seemed to hear her.
Tracing his way back up her body, he lowered his mouth to hers. She could taste herself on his lips, on his tongue, and she could feel his excitement as he settled between her legs. One of his hands parted her legs to fully accommodate his hips and he used the same hand to guide the tip of his cock to her entrance.
Lowering his head to her ear, he sighed, "I need you too." He moved his hips forward and the head of his cock was accepted into her warmth. She made sounds, little hums of contentment as he slid deeper into her.
Buried inside of Veronica Mars, Lamb found Nirvana. He was only one stroke in, but he was all the way in; her heat hugging him, enveloping him, tightening around him with each breath. Slowly he withdrew his length, keeping just the very tip of his shaft in her.
Veronica mewed as Lamb halted his movements. "More!" She angled her hips in an attempt to bring him back.
"Yes ma'am." Lamb thrust forward again, setting up a rhythm – slow and teasing. A rhythm that was as hard for him to maintain, as it was for her to bear.
"I need, I need…." Her body was so close; so close to exploding.
"Whatever you want," he breathed. "Just tell me Beautiful. Tell me what you need, and I'll give it to you."
"I need…" her voice was leaving her, "I…, I'm so close…!" She bit his shoulder, arching her back once again in an attempt to find that last little bit of satisfaction. "Don…, Don," she sighed, "I need you." Her voice disappeared into a whisper.
Sliding a hand between them, Lamb passed his thumb over her clit. He brushed it softly: once, twice, and then on his third pass, he added his index finger and lightly pinched the soft button.
When she came, her voice huskily calling out his name, her walls fastened around his hardness, tightening around him; claiming him. With a guttural rumble, Lamb followed Veronica over the edge, releasing jet after jet of his essence inside of her.
It was a sweet release for both of them. Like finding the home they didn't know they had lost.
They were both, suddenly, momentarily, aware that Heaven had a place set aside for them.
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"So, ummm, how many shotguns DOES Keith own?"
Veronica giggled, her head pressed against Don's chest, her arm around his waist. He had a hand on her hip, his never still fingers lightly stroking her skin.
"Two shotguns and two pistols."
"Fuck."
Propping her chin on the back of her right hand, Veronica eyed Lamb's face. Lifting her left hand from his waist she touched the dimple in his chin. "Having second thoughts already Sheriff?"
"I didn't actually have 'first thoughts', but no. No 'second thoughts'. Just wondering how I'm going to live through Keith finding out about my dating and 'being' with his daughter." He air quoted the word 'being'."
"My dad's a pussy cat! Wouldn't hurt a fly!" Veronica teased.
"Your dad is a good dad. A great dad. He's going to fucking castrate me."
Veronica stopped her admiration of Lamb's chin and lowered her hand slowly down his neck, chest, abdomen, until she reached the edge of the sheet that they'd found sometime during the night. Sneaking her hand beneath the top of the sheet she slid her hands around his thick shaft. He moaned softly. "Sweetie, I promise, I won't let my dad do anything to harm this little lamb."
"It's not little."
"No, of course it's not." She placed a light kiss on his nipple.
"Don't patronize me Mars."
"Yes sir." She placed another kiss on his nipple and let her hand leisurely stroke his hardening cock. "So…, we're dating?" She asked softly.
"It's normally considered wise to date the woman you're crazy about for at least a little while before you ask her to marry you."
Veronica shifted her head so that her head was lying on Lamb's chest again; a smile breaking across her face. "Oh. Well then, I guess I really better make certain my dad doesn't do anything to this little," she stroked his now, fully at attention shaft "uh, big, big lamb. May have to bribe him with the hope of future grandchildren, but…."
"Hey, whatever it takes to keep the jewels, and ME intact."
"Mmmm," Veronica dragged her leg across Don's thighs, "maybe you should give me another reminder of why I'm protecting the Lamb jewels."
"Anyone ever tell you you're greedy?"
"Shut up Sexy and kiss me!"
