Title The Protection Of Darkness
Author Devylish
Pairing DoVe Veronica/Lamb
Chapter 3b Missing Scene
Words 635
Rating R maybe?
Warning Foreplay
Spoilers None
AN Unbeta'd
AN2 Chapter one was a response to the Gogetem Bobcat LJ prompt to write a story with our characters Lost and in the dark. This chapter is just an extension of the theme. I think I said there would be 3 chapters… it's now officially a 3 chapter with a Missing scene and an Epilogue HAHA!!

Lamb placed his free hand at the crook of Veronica's neck, using it to help him nestle her closer. This, this face-to-face, waist-to-waist, was so much better than the confining nearness of the trunk. And as she tugged the t-shirt he was wearing out of the waist of his jeans, he realized that what they were doing now was looking to be far less frustrating than the jean to jean action on the beach.

Pulling away from her lips and raising his hands so that they could get the his shirt up and off, Lamb immediately dipped back in reclaiming her lips as he felt her hands pass over his chest. Her hands were small and cool, but they left a large, heated trail across his body wherever they touched him. And they were now touching his abdomen, playing at the rippled planes of his stomach.

Veronica wasn't into muscles. She wasn't into guys who blew their bodies up to the size of the hulk or anything like that. But she did appreciate this. Lean, firm, beautiful hardness that led to – her hands slipped to the button and zipper at the top of Lamb's jeans – even more firm, beautiful hardness.

"How do you always manage to smell so good?" Lamb murmured aloud as he traced his lips along her jaw, nibbling and nipping his way down to her neck.

She made a fleeting mental note to buy more of her favorite perfume tomorrow. "You like?"

"It drives me crazy." His head was buried in the crook of her neck, his nose in her hair, his mouth at her pulse. Tasting her neck with his tongue he sucked at it and pulled it into his mouth. "It's always driven me crazy."

"So my perfume is, uhh, yeah, wow, umm, to blame for your mental deficiencies?" She teased him gently.

"You should never pick on the man who has the power to give you a hickey." Lamb smiled against her neck then groaned as she slid her hands into his open jeans.

Tucking her own lips into his neck Veronica grinned, "Tit for tat, Lamb."

"The sheriff of Neptune can't have a hickey, Mars." He exhaled as she echoed, on his neck, the moves he was making along her throat.

She lowered her mouth to his collar bone and slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxers. As she wrapped her hand around his warm length, she whispered against his skin, "How about I put your hickey someplace special?" Veronica felt him surge in her hand, reacting to both her touch and her words. "Mmmmm, I think you like that idea."

"At this moment," His voice deepened as pleasure shot through him, "Shit, ummm, I'm," He lifted his hand from her hip to her breast, "I'm more than happy to say that I think you have great ideas."

She giggled and then moaned as she felt his thumb flick across her nipple. "And it only took me threatening to give you a hickey to get you to admit that huh?"

Veronica raised her hands to the top of Lamb's jeans and began to tug at them. Damn jeans. Damn in the way jeans.

"A hickey in a special place, Veronica. A special place." He released her again and took control of the pants removal task.

Within seconds he stood, a few feet away from her, buck-naked; with a smile, a smile spurred by the fact that Veronica's jaw was hanging open. "Close your mouth Mars, and come to papa."

She grinned and peeled off her top as she moved toward him, "You know, I'm seeing your lips move, but all I'm hearing is 'bowww chicka bowww wowwww'."

He pulled her close, "And here I was thinking that I was the only one who heard that sound."