Ronnie O
Chapter 7 : The Recovery
Disclaimer: Don't own anything of Veronica Mars and I'm not profiting off this… so don't sue me.
Note: Please write me if you have any ideas or preferences about where you want to see the story go. AU from season 2, but I'm pretending Shelly Pomeroy's party never happened and neither did the Lily/Weevil relationship.
I know I should be sleeping. I'm exhausted and the text on the screen is starting to blur, but… I look over and glare at my bed… It sits there looking all innocent, but its treacherous. Makes you sink in and get you all comfy, lulling you to sleep where it keeps you trapped in hell. Until you wake up screaming, scaring the living daylights out of your father. That has been the pattern for the past few days since I got up the courage to sleep away from Eli. As if my dad wasn't already worried about me, now he thinks I'm traumatized. The fact that I might actually be doesn't matter. I really shouldn't give him anything more to worry about. So I wait up as long as possible hoping that I sleep through the night… Damn bed…
"Sweetie. Veronica," my dad shakes me gently awake. "I'm heading to the office but I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't here when you got up."
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Just about six," he replies.
No wonder I'm so tired. Only four hours of sleep. "No worries dad. Maybe I'll get up now too. Take Back Up out or something. Have a good day," I say as I give him a light hug.
When he's gone I throw on a sweatshirt and take Back Up around the block. Then I get in the car and head over to Eli's. I park and walk to the front door and then place a call on my cell phone.
"Better be fucking good reason—" he starts grumbling.
"I'm at your front door," I reply. A minute later he opens the door in his boxers and lets me in. He picks me up and carries me back to bed.
"Bad night, again?"
"Bad, short night." He 'hmph'ed. I smiled into his shoulder and said, "We can discuss it at a decent hour."
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A few hours later I woke up to some not asleep touching by Eli. I reluctantly open my eyes to look at him. "I'm super comfy, but if you keep groping me I'm going to have to move."
He looks at me innocently, "But I went and put on pants first so it's a no-base-movement sort of groping. Just the waking up of my Sleeping Snow White Beauty."
I look down and see he has in fact put on sweatpants before waking me up. Huh. Interesting. "Alright well, your mixing up your princesses. There is Sleeping Beauty and Snow White."
"But, chica, you're all snowy white and beautiful. Plus you were sleeping," he says far too logically.
"You just want me to let you keep groping me." He just grins. I start to say something but a phone rings. I look at him questioningly, "Its not mine."
"Damn," he goes to yesterday's jeans to answer his cell phone. "Yeah? … Oh, hi. What's up?... Really?... And--… Okay. Come on over." He closes the phone and looks back at me. "I've something that will help you feel better."
I squint at him, "If this is another sexual—"
"What a dirty mind, V! I'm shocked!" he said with a grin. "But really, my cousin's got a sleezy boss. I think she was hoping I'd beat up on him, but I was thinking maybe you could do your thing… What d'ya think?"
I look at him a little surprised. "You're so sweet. I think I'll let you grope me some more."
"Aww, V. She's coming over now, but I will take full advantage of the offer when she leaves."
"And responsible too, I did pick quite the good one," I say as I climb out of bed.
He looks at me and says, "On second thought, she can wait on the nice front porch for a bit." He reaches for me, but I giggle and dodge his hands.
"Too late, Navarro. Didn't you ever hear good guys finish last?" He growled in his sexy, way which made me want to give in to his every suggestion. … But then someone knocked on the door. "Bad timing."
"For sure," he said as he went to answer the door.
