Title Conceivable
Chapter 9 The Last Time
Author Devylish
Pairing Um, MaDi and DoVe
Rating PG-13
Words 3025
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Veronica Mars. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Veronica Mars and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.
AN unbeta'd
Conceivable conceivable conceivable conceivable conceivable
All right, seriously!" Dick gasped, "That was the best sex we've ever had!"
Mac giggled as she flipped back against the pillow. "You say that every time we have sex"
"Well, I don't know about you, but, 'I' keep getting better."
"Hey!" Mac hit Dick on the chest before pouting and snuggling her head against his shoulder. "I'd like to think I did my part!"
"Dude, you rocked at your part. Severe, world class rockage."
Mac smirked happily.
A few seconds passed before Dick spoke up again. "So, uh, four days."
Mac was half asleep, her body satiated and warm from Dick's touch. "Hmmm? Mmmmm, four days."
"So, I was thinking, we should really start working on those, uh plans we talked about, before we share the news with the world."
Mac tensed slightly. "Okay."
A little enthusiasm would be great. "I figure, we need to tell your parents first."
A groan emanated from Mac, "we can tell them last… really. That's a wholllllllllllllllle battle of epic proportions waiting to happen."
He chuckled lightly. "They might be able to handle the whole 'three month rule' but they probably won't appreciate being the last people in Neptune to find out their daughter is pregnant."
"Since when did you become the voice of reason?"
"I've always been a voice of reason babe; people just don't listen to me because of my stunning good looks and the blond hair."
She giggled and squeezed closer to him, if that was even possible. "Okay, fine, I'll tell mom and dad."
"And once they let you out of the convent," Mac groaned again, "we should probably have a 'what's next' plan' ready to present to them."
"Yes Sir, Mr. Reasonable. Great idea Mr. Reasonable."
Dick forged ahead. "I was thinking, I should, uh, move out of The Grand. A hotel isn't a great place to bring up a kid."
Mac's breath caught. "So you're going to need to find an apartment or something -- two bedrooms?" She offered nonchalantly.
Dick hesitated for half a second. "I was actually, kind of thinking about buying a house… for us."
"A house?" She meant to ask 'for us' but she couldn't push the words out. Something for the two of – the three of them to live in? Together?
"Yeah, I was thinking either something on the beach so that Dick Jr. Jr. could start surfing right away, or maybe something with a big yard and pool. We could have a room for you to do all of your computer shit in, and we could have a dedicated TV and game room."
Mac was silent. Her body was tense along Dick's side. A room for her? Was he really suggesting they move in together? Tears sprang to her eyes. She didn't want to be a burden to him. She already felt like she'd fucked up and trapped him into fatherhood; now he felt like he had to move her in with him?
"Mac? Babe?"
"Umm, yeah," she pushed away from his side and scrambled out of the bed without looking at him. "That sounds great Dick. A house would definitely be better than a hotel for the baby." She threw on her top, "And," she picked up her khaki Capri's, flipped them over and put in one leg and then the other, "I don't think you could go wrong either way; big back yard with pool, or ocean front property… both are good options." She finally dared to look Dick in the eyes as she bent to retrieve her neglected underwear. All she saw was confusion on his face. "I have to go Dick, I… I promised veronica I'd meet her for a late lunch. I'll see you later."
"Mac!"
"I'll talk to you later, Dick." She scampered out of his bedroom and apartment faster than either of them thought possible.
9b 9b 9b 9b 9b
Veronica knew she should get out of bed, she needed to shower and get ready for her lunch with Mac, but as she burrowed deeper into her pillow, sleeping – fading into a grey oblivion – seemed like such a much more tempting option. Sleep would allow her to escape the confusion that marked her waking hours. Confusion created by the utter inability for her to get a certain Neptune Sheriff out of her head.
For the past four years or so, Don Lamb had been comfortably relegated to the role of nemesis; nemesis and idiot. But, for the past week – heck, for the past month and a half – he'd done everything humanly possible to prove to her that the labels she'd given him (idiot nemesis) were misnomers. Everything from his insistence on her having a man - a father - for her supposed baby, to his confronting Dick and coercing him to 'man up', to the way he… the way he kissed her. It all made the idiot nemesis label seem kind of….
Who the fuck knew the spawn of Satan would have the lips of an angel? But he did. Don Lamb kissed so well that Veronica swore she could feel her panties melting off.
After their first kiss, she'd been confused. The kind of confused that you feel when you expect vanilla ice cream and get chocolate.
After their second kiss, she'd been bothered and confused. The kind of bothered and confused that you feel when you notice the little boy who's tugged your braids for the past five years is cute. Really cute.
And then there was the third kiss. Yesterday.
At the sheriff's station.
Against his office wall.
On his desk.
And, oh yeah, on his chair.
Her plan had been innocent. Go talk to Lamb, without the allure of hay fever inducing trees, or the seduction of musty books; talk to him and tell him to keep his hands, and his lips, off of her.
Her theory was that if she just confronted him; got face to face – well not tooooo face to face – with him, she'd be able to put everything into perspective. She'd be able to put him back on the anti-pedestal he'd been perched on for so long. A nice, safe, anti pedestal.
So she'd pulled the most recent file she'd been working on – a cheating husband case – and headed to the station, ostensibly to ask Lamb to pull some information for her on Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
Ostensibly to ask for information…, realistically to prove to him – to herself – that what had happened between them the last two times they met, were pure bizzaroland, accidental, never happen again incidents.
"Sheriff in Inga?"
"Oh, yah he is; just went in."
"Thanks!"
Not knocking, I turned the doorknob and entered his office.
"Just put it on the desk Sacks." Lamb spoke from behind his desk. It wasn't until the continued silence caught his attention that Lamb looked up questioningly. 'Definitely not Sacks.'
"Last time I looked Lamb, Sacks was a lot taller and a lot hairier than me."
He didn't respond to her glib comment, he just stared at her – deer/headlight… you get the idea.
Veronica fought the flush that threatened to climb up her chest, neck and face. A memory of his touch and his scent flashed through her mind. 'Down girl. Those sorts of thoughts will NOT help you get what you want.'
"Mars?" He dropped the file he'd been trying to focus on, onto the desk.
'Fuck! This was not a good idea. Not a good idea at all.' Taking a deep breath she quirked her brow. "You're improving Lamb; yes it's me, Veronica Mars, not Deputy Sacks."
Lamb let his eyes trail from the top of Veronica's head down to the tip of her toes, and back up again. The journey was slow, leisurely, and deliberate. With a smirk he responded, "My mistake Mars; you're definitely not Sacks. He'd never look that good in a skirt."
Even as he scanned Veronica's figure and responded to her snarky response, Lamb was mentally whacking himself over the head. 'Idiot! Fucking idiot! What the hell are you doing? Mars is a perpetual rival, a pain in the ass, and a smart-mouthed bitch. Yet she walks in your door and all you can do is imagine her buck-naked. Buck-naked and writhing in your arms.'
The mental whacks didn't help. They were no match for nude Veronica imaginings. Nor were they any competition for the memories he had of her small frame pressed against his. Or her pliant lips smoothing against his.
He'd found himself replaying those memories, like a broken record, over and over and over again throughout the past couple of weeks. And their run-in at the library the other day hadn't helped the situation. It was just fuel added to an already brightly burning fire.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd thought, for just a second after the library incident, that maybe he would finally be free. That the torture he'd felt after the first kiss would finally stop; stop because he'd kissed her again… he'd fed the need.
He'd been wrong.
If their first kiss had made him a mere inhabitant of hell, the second Mars-laced kiss had crowned him as prince of his own special corner of hell. And now, looking at her as she stood across from his desk, he felt a bit like Tantalus, just within reach of the elixir that would sooth his thirst, yet knowing that that desire would never really be quenched.
The knowledge that your thirst would never truly be sated had never stopped any fallen deity or angel from trying to reach salvation… nectar… elixir. And Lamb was no god… no angel… He was mere man – and a broken man at that. What chance did he stand at reaching salvation…?
Veronica could almost see wheels turning in Lamb's head. She could see them spinning and she could see which direction they were turning toward. "So I came here to see if you could get me some information on a case I'm working on." She nervously reached for her carrier bag and the file she'd brought with her. Fumbling with the zipper and the file, she finally pulled them out and brought her focus back to Lamb.
Who was now standing directly in front of her.
Her eyes moved up from his chest, to his neck, to the dimple in his chin, to his perfect lips, to his beautiful blue eyes.
"I'll give you anything you need Mars." His voice was low and rumbley and it surrounded her completely.
'Yeah, this rates as one of my least intelligent ideas… ever.' She gathered at the frayed shreds of her mind, and continued her poor attempt to prove to Lamb – and herself – that she wasn't affected by him. "I have a housewife from the 09er area, who hired me to follow her husband, and before I turn over the findings, I wanted to follow up on a red flag. I was wondering if you could log into your super duper computer over there and tell me if JC and Amber Smith ring any electronic bells?"
"Is that really why you came here?"
Calm cool Veronica Mars was anything but calm or cool at the moment. And it was all because Don Lamb was too close for her to breathe. Too close for her to think. Too close for comfort. She tilted her head to the side as the thought moved through her muddled mind, 'Or, is he NOT close enough for comfort?'
'Her head is bent at just the right angle,' Lamb thought at the same time that he pulled the file out of her hand and dropped it onto the floor.
Curling one hand at the back of her neck, his fingers lost in her blonde locks, Lamb slowly lowered his head to Veronica's. He was half convinced he was dreaming. That her almond and vanilla scent was just another form of torment.
He was half convinced he was dreaming, until he touched his lips to hers again. And then he knew he wasn't in hell, he was in heaven.
And there it was again. That overwhelming all-encompassing intense feeling of being completely and totally in the moment. And lost at the same time.
Veronica slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and around his neck. Her small fingers teasing the clean cut hairs at the back of his neck.
With little to no coaxing, Lamb urged Veronica to lift her legs to his hips so that he was bearing her full weight on his frame. Her softness pressed against his muscular firm body. He took one, two steps forward until her back was pressed against the blind covered wall. With his right hand he used the last strand of sanity he had, and locked the door to his office.
Sensation was everywhere. His fingertips tingled as he touched her skin, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. And her breath, it came in hot, little puffs, smoothing across his eyelids and his forehead as he moved his lips down to her neck. Those pants were followed by tiny, delicious little mewls of pleasure. Sounds he'd never heard from Veronica before, but sounds he didn't think he could exist without hearing again, and again.
As he lathed at the hollow of her neck, she gasped and arched against him.
A faint glimmer of reality broke through her consciousness and Veronica mumbled, half heartedly, "we shouldn't … ohhhhhh, oh, okay, ummmm, we shouldn't be doing this."
Spinning her away from the wall, and taking the few stumbling steps necessary to deposit her on the desk, Lamb responded through a daze. "Why the hell not?"
Lust flitted around Veronica like hummingbirds around a flower. Her reason and sanity clouded by something much stronger, she echoed his words; an encouragement versus an admonition. "Why the hell not?"
As she whispered these words, she slid a hand from his neck, down his chest and torso and let it rest on the bulge at the front of his pants.
He gave a small grunt of pleasure before teasing her, "Playing with toys much too big for you little girl."
"You'd be amazed at the kind of things I can handle." Her voice was breathless from his touches and his kisses.
Moving one hand to her hip, he let his other hand cup her small, perfect breast. With a voice much weaker than he'd intended it to be, he threw down the gauntlet. "Show me what you can handle Mars."
Should words that demanding, or that teasing sound so sexy? Something in the back of her mind responded 'no'. But she wasn't listening to her mind today. Not now. Now, her body was in control of all of her actions. And her body found Lamb's words sexy and delectable… much like the man himself. Moving her fingers to the buckle of his belt, she slowly undid the leather strip.
Undoing the button at the top of his pants, she ran her hand over his still clothed length…. "Chair. Now."
"Always so bos… Jesus, Mars!" he swallowed hard as she licked around his Adams apple. Putting all of his focus on moving them the few feet needed to get to the other side of the desk, he happily lowered himself onto the chair where, just minutes before, he'd been faking doing hard work, when in reality he was fantasizing about doing just this… kissing Veronica Mars.
Her hand buried between their two bodies, Veronica tucked her fingers under the waistband of Lamb's pants and curved her hand around an impressively hard shaft.
Simultaneously, Lamb let one of his hands creep under the hem of Veronica's shirt. He wasn't surprised that her skin felt like silk. It was what he expected. It was what his dreams had told him she'd feel like. He was, however, surprised by her warmth. By the sweet, warm fragrance of her skin. By the way she arched her body in towards his touch. Wanting. Reciprocating.
His fingers had just reached the edge of her bra – lace… he groaned quietly, when –
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Sheriff?!" Sacks' voice filtered through the wood edifice that suddenly seemed utterly too thin to keep the prying eyes of Neptune from the fantasyland that Veronica and Lamb had created around themselves.
Lamb's whole body tightened as he was catapulted back to reality; and as soon as she felt his body tense up, Veronica found herself realizing where she was. Where she literally was. Which was, in case anyone had forgotten, sitting on Don Lamb's lap with her hand down his pants, and his hand up her shirt.
Their eyes locked for a second.
'Such pretty blue.'
'A blue I could get lost in.'
And then Veronica clambered off of Lamb's lap as if he was covered with insects.
"This never happened. Never. Not at the park. Not at the library and most definitely, not here." She hissed darkly as she pulled at the edges of her shirt and tucked her hair back behind her ears. As she bent over to pick up the file Lamb had taken from her, Lamb responded.
"Do I need to remind you who came to whose office, Mars?" He tucked his shirt into his pants and rolled his chair under his desk, effectively hiding his hard-on from Veronica's (he imagined) mocking eyes, and Sacks' prying eyes.
"Sher-" Sacks stopped speaking as Veronica opened the office door and swept past the deputy. "Oh, hi Veronica, how…" He shook his head as Veronica escaped out the inner door of the station. 'Veronica Mars and Sheriff Lamb, they should never be put within 10 feet of one another…. All they do is piss one another off.' Turning back to Lamb he missed the look of frustrated sadness that marred the sheriff's face. "Sheriff, I brought you those papers you wanted."
Veronica groaned. "Yeah, my plan was innocent. But apparently my libido is controlled by the devil." Pulling her way out of her bed so that she could get ready for her lunch with Mac, Veronica vowed to herself that yesterday realllly was the last time she'd kiss Don Lamb.
