A/N: Thanks for the continued reviews! I really love them. Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than the last few, I wanted to get back to Veronica's P.O.V.

Also, all of these have been un-betaed so sorry if there are any blaring mistakes. lol

Chapter 10:

Lamb woke up smiling for the second time in two days. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened to him. Especially since he wasn't exactly what anyone would refer to as a morning person. He went to roll over and pull Veronica to him but she wasn't there. His eyes shot open and he frantically glanced to her side of the bed. Her side of the bed? What the hell, she's been here two nights she already has a side of the bed?! He decided he'd think about that later.

"Mars?"

"Mornin', Sheriff." He heard her call from the kitchen.

Lamb let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Also, it worried him that he wasn't holding his breath because he thought she'd run out of protective custody, he was a little irked with himself because he had immediately thought that she had run away from him. Lamb realized that he had kind of hoped that whatever lingering feelings he had for Veronica Mars would just vanish when he finally, well, had her. He figured that fucking Veronica Mars would make him stop wanting her. As he heard her call "Sheriff?" from the kitchen again, he felt his morning wood twitch and realized that that wasn't exactly how it was going to work for him.

So apparently you still have a hard on for Veronica Mars…he shook his head because he was trying to be… metaphorical, that was the word. Well, as he looked down, he laughed, okay so he was also being literal.

Veronica limped in to his bedroom, apparently having decided that she no longer needed her crutches. Lamb had been rubbing the sleep out of his eyes when she walked in. He heard her say his name and looked up… he was speechless. Veronica stood there, long blonde hair hanging down her face, naked except for his uniform shirt. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down to his lap. "Where did you go?" Smelling himself on her nearly droving him crazy. He kissed up her neck as he could hear the smile in her voice as she answered, "I required coffee. There's some fresh in the kitchen if you want."

Coffee sounded good, but right now there was really only one thing he could think about. And she was squirming around his already excited lap. He continued kissing her neck and said "I don't know, Mars, I think I'm set with what I want for breakfast right here."

"mmm, No better way to start a Saturday, unless you count a shower."

He frowned as she stood up until he looked at the smirk on her face and saw that her hands were busy unbuttoning his uniform shirt. "Well, Sheriff, you coming?" Lamb was out of bed faster than he cared to admit, not taking time to care about appearing too eager, and followed Veronica to the bathroom.

The shower was on and the water was hot, and Lamb couldn't help but smile as Veronica pushed her tiny frame against him, knocking him back into the cold tile. At the very least she wanted him. He smirked as she ran her fingernails gently across his chest. He certainly wanted her. Whatever, that was enough for now; they'd figure the rest out later. Don Lamb nearly lost it when Veronica sank to her knees on the shower floor in front of him. If any part of his erection had waned before now it was back in full force. Lamb closed his eyes as Veronica petite hands stroked up and down his already hard length. He felt her inhale him into her mouth, using her tongue to lightly tease the underside of his cock. It took all the willpower he had not to wrap his hands in that blonde hair and shove himself deep in her throat.

In the back of his mind he was thankful that she wasn't teasing him the way he had her, though he had no doubt that that would come back to bite him in the ass eventually. Hell, he wasn't entirely unsure he wouldn't wake up handcuffed to the headboard this morning, Veronica smugly looking down at… Lamb lost his train of thought because Veronica's hand tugging on his balls had interrupted him. This was, hands down, the best blow job he'd ever gotten. And he'd been with no shortage of women. Veronica took him deeper and picked up the pace, still keeping up the glorious assault on his balls. He unpoetically moaned her name, along with a few choice expletives. When she pulled back and started to lick a spiral around his dick he looked down at her and said "You know, Mars, it's nice to know that mouth of yours is good for something besides getting on my nerves." He could hear the lust in his own voice and when, half a second later, she let out a throaty laugh, and that happened to be just where his dick was, he came hard. And what do you know if Veronica Mars didn't just swallow the fucking lot of it. That was unexpected. He would have bet money that she'd been a spitter.

Lamb let his head fall back against the tile feeling the hot water run over his completely satiated body. Fucking Veronica Mars had just blown him in his shower on a lazy Saturday morning. Apparently he was a better guy than he thought he was, if Karma was giving him this. Either that or he's going to be in some serious trouble some time soon. As he opened his eyes to a wet, naked Veronica kissing his collarbone, It's worth it he decided. He bent down to kiss her lightly, which quickly turned into making out against the wall of the shower. "I hate to say this, Mars, but you're going to have to give me a few minutes to…uh… recharge before we go again."

"No. That was for you, besides," she smiled at him, "you'll make it up to me later tonight."

He laughed, "So sure I want a repeat performance, are you?"

She rolled her eyes at him as she shampooed her hair. Lamb came up behind her and massaged the sudsy fragrance into her hair before letting her pull away and rinse. He let her conditioner and soap herself while he washed his own body.

"You know, Veronica, this might be the longest shower I've ever taken."

She laughed. "But it was oh so worth it, wasn't it?"

They finished the shower and got dressed for the day without much excitement, except for Lamb blatantly checking out a naked Veronica. Hell, now that he was allowed to stare at her, let alone stare at her naked, he was going to do it. The last few days were going to get him through many a lonely future stakeout.

"Breakfast?" he asked her as he poured them both mugs of black coffee.

"We are being so Ward and June Cleaver it hurts."

"Oh?"

"Well, you making me breakfast… last night and this morning in the shower certainly wasn't very Mayfield." He could have sworn he saw her blush.

"Definitely more Wisteria Lane."

"I see someone isn't watching Prime Time TV for the articles."

He laughed in response as he started making them omelets. Fuck, this felt good. Too bad he couldn't read her at all. So she seemed into this, into him, but this was Veronica Mars. Knowing her she was taping the whole thing as blackmail. A voice in his head told him that she'd be far more upset about this little tête-à-tête getting out than he would be. Unless, of course, Keith Mars found out, because then he'd be shot. Shot dead.

"You're not just sleeping with me so that your father will have an excuse to shoot me and take over the Sheriff's office again, right?"

"Damn, you found me out. It's a good thing I forgot to put the tape in the camcorder." She smirked as she sipped her coffee.

"Then what the hell are you doing?"

"I feel like our roles are switched. Aren't I supposed to be asking you what your intentions are? Funny, I didn't notice you having a vagina while we were in the shower together."

Eh, she was right. What did he care? Well… he did care. "Veronica…" his voice sounded more annoyed than he meant for it to.

"I, Lambipoo," she wrapped her arms around him and pressed a cheek into his chest, "am living in the moment. It's this whole new Veronica Mars things, I'm trying. Being a better me, or something. Going with my gut, not thinking too much."

"You get that from Cosmo?"

"This is weird though."

"No, it's kind of not."

"Right, and that's weird."

"Well if you think about it like that."

"There's another way to think about it?"

"I thought you weren't thinking about it. Didn't you say, literally five seconds ago, that you're living in the moment?"

"Right now the moment is telling me that you should add more cheese to my omelet."

"And what do you think the moment will tell you later tonight?" he smirked at her.

"You never can tell."

"I know what the moment is going to tell me."

"Oh?"

"Well, we're probably going to end up at the station. And if we do, the moment is going to tell me to fuck you senseless on the desk in my office… it's what the moment usually tells me whenever I'm there."

"In which case, the moment is telling me that I should probably change into a skirt, just in case your future moment predictions are accurate."

He was sure as shit going to make sure they ended up at the station later tonight. Like hell he was going to miss this opportunity…