Surfing Lessons

Refer to first chapter for disclaimer and such.

A.N: O my God, guys! I've just written a DiVe sex scene for a future chapter of this story and I'm so impatient for you all to read it and give me some feedbacks. I've got to say, I'm bad at writing romance and I think I'm even worst at writing sex scenes. BUT I'm really proud of me this time because I've got the feeling that I got that one exactly like I wanted it to be!!! Stay put for it.

Until then, back to the plot.

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Chapter five: Omelette, pancakes and burning toasts

Dick went back into his bedroom, still dripping wet and clad in a towel. He'd never been the kind of people to be self-conscious about his body. He knew he wasn't hard to the eyes and had long since mastered the use of his charms to its finest advantages. That was mainly why he smirked when Veronica stared at him a moment too long when he entered the room, and then plunged her head back down to hide a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. She reported her attention to the laptop she had on her knees.

Sure, she'd already seen him with fewer clothes on when they were hanging out by the Kanes, the Echolls or his parents' pool when they were younger. But she'd been with Duncan at the time, and he wasn't as fully developed up as he was right now. Nor had she been, for that matter.

He went over to a drawer and pulled out a pair of clean boxers and a pair of board shorts. He dropped the towel and put them on regardless of her presence in the room. He noticed her struggling to avoid looking his way and he couldn't help but grin in amusement. What had become of witty, pesky and frustrating Veronica Mars, he thought?

Once done with the task, he plopped down next to her, trying to look at the computer screen and at what she was up to.

"What are you doing?" He asked, interested.

She quickly closed the lid and put the computer in her bag. Then, she faced him. "Just some work on a case."

"Bonnie's case?" he demanded, and she looked mildly surprised that he'd guess right.

"Yes."

"Need any help?"

Veronica stared at him a second. She seemed to be considering his words and his seriousness. After some time of eying him suspiciously, she spoke: "Why would you help Bonnie? She may be the mother of your unborn child."

"What?" He huffed. "FYI, I requested a paternity test 'coz many chicks are gold diggers." I'm not the devil's spawn you think I am!"

Veronica shook her head slightly: "Well, she's not pregnant anymore. Someone gave Bonnie a pill that causes a miscarriage." She fixed him with steady, piercing eyes; trying to accuse him with her glare.

He scoffed. "Hey! Don't go putting this shit on me! I may have requested a paternity test but that doesn't mean I'm a selfish bastard," he voiced aloud, trying to defend his actions. "Come on, Ronnie."

Veronica tilted her head to the side studying him. Finally she gave up. "Ok. I believe you."

"Sweet!" He stood up, startling her. "You want to take a shower before grabbing a bite?"

Mutely, she nodded. He handed her a clean towel and left the room, giving her some privacy time.

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Once she was done taking her shower and making herself looked presentable again in her last night clothes, Veronica went downstairs. It wasn't hard to found Dick; she only had to follow the sound of music and the smell of bacon.

She stepped into the kitchen, heading straight to the kitchen island stools; she flopped down on one of them, her steady gaze fixed on Dick. He still hadn't put his shirt on and was clad only in board shorts. 'Nice six packs,' she thought as her eyes ran over his lean, yet surprisingly nicely shaped, form. He was humming along to the radio and was moving his head slightly in rhythm.

He went back his cooking with a smile. Yes, Dick Casablancas was a morning person, she noted. And she wasn't. And strangely, he seemed to know as much as he stopped his stirring of what looked like dough pancake to hand her a cup of coffee.

She gladly took a sip of it.

"Thanks."

She stayed silent for some moments, eying his movements warily before speaking her thoughts.

"When you said we were going to grab a bite, I'd never thought you would be the one cooking it." Dick glanced up at her from his frying pan and smiled widely "…now I'm not so sure about this plan anymore." she pursued her sentence, and he frowned.

"Seal those lips, hot chick, and know that I'm a great cook when it comes to pancakes, omelets and toasts."

She sniffed, deciding to let the 'hot chick' comment drop. "Burn toasts, you mean."

"Crap."

She watched funnily as he went to retrieve the burned bread. When, he had his back turned, she bent over the counter and dipped a finger into the batter. Then, she put it in her mouth, tasting the sugary savour of it.

"So, it's not that bad, uh?" She guiltily looked up at Dick and was rewarded with a knowing smirk.

"Let's say it's edible," she grinned back.

Dick shrugged her comment away and huffed out of his face a hunk of hair before replying to her: "You want breakfast, Ronnie? I make the best. Say it."

Veronica rolled her eyes and let out a sharp intake of breath: "A'right. I'm sure I'll love it."

"Now, now, was it too hard to say? Is there an imminent heart attack? Will you need CPR? I'm good at it."

"Great! I have my own DavidHasselhoff. Now, give me some bacon already!" She said, as she –again- leaped over the island counter top to grab a piece of meat.

"Careful, it's hot."

She luckily sidestepped Dick's swatting spatula and grabbed a hot –really hot- piece of bacon between her fingers. "Ouch!" She cried, and a heartbeat later she was blowing on her burning fingers.

Dick chuckled at her antics. "I told you so."

At that moment, Chip, the president of PiSigs, strolled happily into the kitchen and plopped down next to Veronica. "Smell breakfast, see breakfast, want breakfast!" he stated cheerfully as he uncap a beer bottle.

"Neanderthal much, Chip. Good morning to you, too," deadpanned Veronica.

Chip smirked smugly at her as he plunged toward the burning bacon. That time, Dick did nothing to stop the robbery.

"Aie! Aie! Hot!"

Veronica and Dick exchanged conniving smiles and Dick shrugged: "Nobody listens to me, anyway."

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To be continued...